Got a bit written for the next chapter and yes - it's another Olicity time travel. Yes it's unrelated. And yes it's fluffy :) Not pure fluff, but still. The first chapter kind of works as prologue for pretty much all my time travel Olicity fanfics but I'd not written it out until today. Please, tell me what you think. I've tried for a more dialogue-heavy prologue :)

They're sitting down for dinner – again. She loves how perfect the food is in this pocket dimension; not that she's cooking. Oh, no. Felicity had sat, glass of wine in hand, watching her handsome, perfect husband create yet another perfect meal – like magic. It might as well be magic as far as the Smoak women – Mia included – are concerned. But it's been two decades alone and, god, she'd forgotten how delicious and morish Oliver's food was.

"So," she starts, prodding and curious, "what did you want to ask?"

"It's not me, really," he hedges, shuffling his food around rather than eating, before smiling to himself and shaking his head. "Sorry. I know you hate mysteries."

Felicity smiles back easily, amused.

"What do you- I need your help," he tells her and Felicity grins.

"Of course, you do," she tells him. "I'm in."

Oliver blinks. "Just like that?"

Felicity shrugs, finishing her bite of food before responding.

"It's you," she says as if it explained everything. "So yes, of course just like that. Whatever you need."

Oliver doesn't hesitate to lean over the table, reaching over to the back of her head and tilt it so he can kiss her. As always, their kisses and touches escalate rapidly before they finally separate, breathing heavy and lips swollen.

"I love you," he tells her fervently and Felicity grins, echoing the sentiment before leaning right back in for another kiss.

"But let me ask you properly, please," he asks, separating them after another few far-too-short kisses and Felicity sighs as if put-upon but leans back in her seat obediently.

"Fine," she concedes with ill-grace. "But I want you to know we could be back in our bedroom having a lot more fun than going through a conversation where you know at the end of it, I'll say yes anyway." Then she adds with a whine that shouldn't be as attractive as it is, "Why don't we skip to that?"

Oliver laughs breathily, reaching out to stroke over her cheek gently. "In a bit," he promises. When Felicity bites her bottom lip before pouting at him, he laughs again, shaking his head. "I'll make it up to you," he tells with a wink and watches, gratified, as she flushes under his eyes.

"Alright then," Felicity says, dropping her flirtatious mannerisms to look at him seriously. "Lay it on me, husband of mine, what do you need?"

For a moment his words get stuck when she calls him husband of mine – his mind going places it really shouldn't be going for the conversation ahead – before he reels himself back in.

"Spectre contacted me. Melded with me?" Oliver shakes his head, looking confused at his own words before looking back at her. "Anyway, there's a few universes out there which could use your help."

Felicity looks around, then behind herself before pointing her finger at her own chest. "My help?" She repeats incredulously.

Oliver nods, grinning, clearly amused by how baffled she is.

"Yours," he confirms.

"How?"

"There's universes out there where you die – or nearly die. Now, he – I… We can intervene slightly with accidents – broken alarm clock so you leave late and don't get hit by a truck whose breaks have failed, that kind of thing. But there's universes where you're just a little too reckless and… well. Things don't always work out in your favour. I – He ," Oliver pauses, frowning, looking as confused as he always does when he tries to reference anything to do with Spectre, considering they're both existing at the same time. "We? We," he confirms after a moment of thought. "We want to send your memories back to those moments in time so you can save yourself. If you agree."

"But I'm just me – it's not that important."

"I'm sure I would have died within the first three months without you," Oliver tells her seriously and Felicity smiles back, flattered.

"I would have given you six months, personally," she corrects and he chuckles, laughs coming easily now that there are no more threats, no more fighting – just peace. Like back in Ivy town only better still. Because he knows there is a him out there, the one who became Spectre, who is watching over all his loved ones so he doesn't have to.

"Fine. I cede to your genius – six months it is."

"Still – I thought you couldn't interfere," Felicity objects, smile fading as she looks him over curiously.

"I can't. There are rules. Only if there's a threat which could affect the multiverse," Oliver concedes easily, nodding.

"See," she says firmly, like she's found a stumbling block, "so how would my death-" Felicity blinks, breaking off abruptly as she sees the flirty smile on Oliver's face, the one that says he knows she's figured it out and he's hoping his smile will be enough to either distract her or lessen her ire. "Oliver – no."

Oliver shrugs easily, smile widening.

"I told the Monitor going in I was doing this for my family. There is no me if there is no you. That's as true for our universe as it is for any other."

"Oliver," Felicity breathes out, rubbing her forehead, "you can't just threaten to become a danger to multiverse if I die prematurely."

His grin widens. "Watch me," he tells her leaning forward, tapping her nose gently before he starts nonchalantly eating his food.

Felicity sighs in mild exasperation, despite the warmth in her chest.

"You need some restraint," she tells him.

"Really?" he asks, looking at her faux-wide-eyed. "That almost sounds like I'd need… well, you."

She rolls her eyes but can't help giggling at her husband's antics.

"Oliver," she says, tone reprimanding, but falters immediately when her husband drawls her own name back at her. "Fe-li-ci-ty."

"Alright, but what about this me, here with you? I don't want to give this up." She reaches for him and he intertwines their hands easily.

"Remember what the Monitor told you? There is no going back. You are here, with me, forever. Your memories will go back into other versions of you, so you know what's coming, how to handle it… A bit less recklessly. If it helps, my memories are out there, in versions of me as well. Just remember, no matter what, there always needs to be a Green Arrow. That means no stopping the Queen's Gambit."

Felicity snorts. "What? You think I'd honestly stand by and watch you leave for what were, in your own words, five years of hell without a single happy memory? It's like you don't know me at all."

Oliver smiles softly – that special, warm smile he only ever gives her and no one else.

"I know you'll try," he tells her warmly, but then his eyes flash green. "I'm just telling you I can't let it actually work."

"Oh," Felicity breathes out, surprised by the show of power. Oliver shrugs good-naturedly, eyes back to normal a mere instant later. "Now that's just unfair," she complains with a pout and he laughs.

"Well, it would be nice to have reassurance that you will get your head out of your ass eventually," Felicity ponders mock-seriously a moment later, having rallied herself quickly.

"Really?" Oliver asks, a wide teasing grin on his lips. "Remind me, who was the one who rejected eighteen marriage proposals?"

"It was not eighteen," Felicity retorts immediately, rolling her eyes at his exaggerations. He raises an eyebrow in turn.

"Besides, I had perfectly valid reasons for saying no."

"Uh-huh. And then you decided to propose to me – without a ring – when Barry eloped with Iris. Does that ring any bells?"

Felicity grins.

"You loved our wedding," she teases back and he shakes his head, laughing.

"I loved our elopement," he confirms seriously, "and I loved our public wedding ceremony. And the one we had to lure in Cupid." He shrugs. "It's you. We could get married while the league of assassins was attacking us and I would love it."

Felicity blushes. "You're such a sap," she tells him, but her smile is wide and pleased, so Oliver just laughs, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand.

"So? Memory send-back?" He prods to remind her and Felicity smiles.

"Of course, Oliver. Whatever you need."

His eyes glow green as he taps her forehead, before the glow recedes moments later.

"That's it?" Felicity asks, a bit nonplussed.

"Well, I didn't need to tap your forehead, technically. Just figured it'd make it more clear for you."

"Show-off," she accuses, tone affectionate. He grins back.

"Always for you," he winks and she laughs, cheeks flushed.

"That reminds me – it's been at least a day since I've been to our gym with you."

"You don't even like the gym," Oliver objects, eyebrow raised in curiousity.

"I do when you're there," she tells him and he laughs, meaning finally sinking in.

"Well," he says mock-ponderously, "I should really go and do some exercises on the salmon ladder since we ate all this food."

"You really should," Felicity tells him seriously, licking her lips, eyes gone that distant way that tells him her mind has gone miles ahead and straight into imagining what she'd like to do to him.

"Your wish is my command, my wife," he tells her as he stands up and rounds the table to gather her close enough for a kiss before dragging her off to the gym. Although gym is a bit much. It pretty much contains only the Salmon ladder and a few other, smaller things for Oliver – but the Salmon Ladder is definitely the centre piece – for precisely this reason.

He drags his wife in for another hot, wet, kiss – which always lasts longer than it should because neither of them know how to tear themselves away from each other – before shedding his shirt and starting his usual routine.

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