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Fic: Maybe Purgatory Isn't Such a Bad Place to Be 9/15 (Oliver/Felicity) Mature

Title: Maybe Purgatory Isn't Such a Bad Place to Be
Author: Elisabeth / dragonydreams
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Fandom: Arrow
Summary: Felicity ends up on Lian Yu after escaping from the Triad.
Spoilers/Timeline: Pre-Series/Post-Season 3 Flashbacks
Word Count: 21,850 story / 1,403 this chapter
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to angelskuuipo and apckrfan for beta'ing this and for all of the hand holding as I found myself rushing head first into a new fandom.
Author's Note 1: This story was inspired by watching Romancing the Stone.
Author's Note 2: This is my maiden voyage into the Arrow fandom, so please be kind.

Catch up on AO3.



Chapter 9

They practically ran back to the camp, eager to collect Felicity's belongings and get off the island.

"I need you to wait here for a little while," Oliver told her once they reached the camp.

"Alone? Why?" Felicity asked.

"I need to get some things from the plane," Oliver said.

"Oh, right, you didn't actually live on this part of the island," Felicity said.

"Right. I may not have much in the way of belongings, but there are a few things I want to take home with me."

"It's fine. I think my dress is mostly dry by now anyway, so I may as well leave wearing what I arrived in."

"I should only be a few hours," Oliver promised. "Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine," Felicity said, waving him off.

Oliver ran off in the direction she assumed the plane was in, leaving her alone in the abandoned camp.

She tested her clothes first, and decided to give them a little more time since Oliver had said 'hours'.

Instead, she sat at the table with her disassembled tablet and phone and began to reassemble them. She was very curious about what exactly was on this tablet that had nearly gotten her killed, twice.

Felicity had barely gotten her dress over her head when she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly yanked it down, spinning so she was facing the direction she thought the person was coming from.

"I'm armed," she called out, frantically looking around for the gun.

"No you're not," Oliver called back, stepping into her tent.

She let out a squeak and reached behind her, trying to hold her dress closed. "Don't look," she squealed.

"You're just getting changed now?" Oliver asked, turning away from her.

"I got distracted," Felicity huffed, struggling to pull the zip up on the dress. "Ugh, I think the salt water warped the zipper."

"Want some help?" Oliver offered.

"Fine," she sighed.

Oliver turned and moved behind her. He grasped the zipper in one hand and held the material closed with the other, doing his best to ignore the smooth expanse of her back. He easily slid the zipper up, resting his hands on her shoulders when he was done.

"Ready?" he asked, his mouth near her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Almost as much as you," she said.

Felicity grabbed her sweater and her re-packed bag and headed out of her tent. There was a large wood box sitting out there, which Oliver picked up.

"When you said you had some stuff to pick up, I was expecting a backpack, not a trunk."

"At least you don't have to carry it," Oliver pointed out.

"Very true. Let's get out of here."

The walk back to the beach felt like it took forever. Their attackers were right where they had left them, only now awake.

"We'll keep coming after it," Chien Na Wei called out as they placed their belongings in the raft and pushed it into the water. "When you make it back and tell them what we were after they won't destroy it. We'll get it one way or another."

"Not if I can help it," Felicity called back. "I will personally destroy whatever it is that you're after. Thanks for the ride."

Oliver steered the raft to the boat and got it secure before helping Felicity onto it. He passed her his trunk before following it onto the boat. It came to life easily and he turned it away from the place he'd spent the worst years of his life.

"So, uh, any idea which direction Hong Kong is?" Oliver asked a few minutes later.

Felicity laughed, coming to stand by him. She looked over the instruments before pointing at one. "I'm pretty sure that's for navigation. I thought you were good on boats."

"I was good at riding on boats. We always had a captain and crew for driving and navigating," Oliver pointed out.

"How is your Chinese? Maybe there's a way to get reverse directions?"

"Not great, but let me see what I can make out. I think I'll recognize Hong Kong."

In fact, he did, and between the two of them they were able to get the boat pointed in the right direction.

"What will you do first when we get to shore?" Felicity asked.

"Call my mom," Oliver said without hesitation.

"You can call from my hotel," Felicity offered. "I'm sure the company won't mind the international phone bill considering it's your company. You can even spend the night with me." Felicity winced at how that came out.

"I don't want to impose," Oliver said, his mind already imagining sharing a bed with Felicity.

"It's no imposition. There are two beds," she explained. Even though she'd much prefer to share one. "Besides, I've gotten kind of used to having you around."

"I'd be happy to," Oliver agreed.

Felicity beamed up at him. "And just think - it has a real shower and food you don't have to catch yourself."

"We never did get you that shower on the island," Oliver realized.

"It's okay. This will be so much better."

Oliver's mind immediately envisioned her naked in the shower. He had to bite back a groan.

He could hardly believe that he was headed back to civilization, with no bodyguard; no one watching his every move. He was going home.

"I'm going to see if there's any food in the cabin," Felicity said, heading below deck.

Oliver stared at the horizon, trying to remember what his life had been like before the island, and if he even wanted that life anymore.

"Score!" she called out a few minutes later. She emerged carrying some packages of cookies and a couple bottles of water. She handed half of her bounty to Oliver and dug in.

"Thanks," he absently said.

"Penny for them?"

"Hmm?"

"Your thoughts," Felicity clarified. "You looked lost in thought."

"I was." Oliver sighed. "I was thinking about who I was before the island. I don't think I want to be that boy anymore. I can't be him again. Too much has happened. Laurel... My dad…"

His hand fell to the pocket that hid his father's notebook.

"Who's Laurel?" Felicity asked, vaguely recalling that name in association with Oliver's.

"She was my girlfriend," he said, wistfully.

"Do you think she will be when you get back?" She forced herself to ask.

"I don't know. No, I don't think she will," Oliver admitted. He pulled out his father's notebook and removed the photo of Laurel that was tucked inside. When he spoke again, it was mostly to himself. "When I first washed up on Lian Yu, I spent hours looking at this photo every day. All that I wanted was to get home to her; to make things right." He gave a bitter laugh. "I was so naive. I actually believed that she'd be so grateful that I was alive that she'd forget that I'd taken her sister with me on that boat. That I'd killed her sister."

Felicity gasped and he looked up at her with moist eyes. "You didn't kill her, Oliver."

"I may as well have. She never would have been on that boat if it wasn't for me; if I hadn't been such a coward."

"You're not…"

"I was," Oliver cut her off. "Things were getting serious with Laurel. She wanted to move in together. So what did I do? Instead of talking to her about my reservations I found the first available woman I could to sleep with. It just happened to be her baby sister. What kind of a man does that?"

Felicity had nothing to say to that. She wasn't going to lie and say that it was okay because he was scared. He was right; a good man didn't act like that. However, the fact that he felt such remorse, such revulsion, towards his former behavior showed that he was no longer that insensitive boy.

In lieu of saying anything, she moved to stand next to Oliver and wrapped an arm around his waist. He stood stiffly for a minute before letting out a shuddering breath and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Nodding to the left, he whispered, "Looks like you'll get your sunset after all."

Sure enough, the sun was beginning to head towards the horizon, just as the city began to rise up before them.

Chapter 10
Tags: arrow fic, fic:maybe purgatory isn't such a bad pla, olicity, oliver queen/felicity smoak
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