Author: Elisabeth / dragonydreams
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
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 / 1,758 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.
It was her stomach growling that woke her. She laid a hand over her belly as she became aware of the scent of something cooking.
"Mmm, that smells heavenly," she said, sitting up and brushing a hand through her hair. She put her glasses and shoes back on and made her way to the fire and her bag.
"I hope you like bird," Oliver said, turning a spit with two small birds on it.
"What kind of bird?" Felicity asked.
"Not sure," Oliver admitted. "Does it matter?"
"I suppose not," Felicity said, pulling her make-up bag from her messenger bag. She had never been so glad that she used a plastic make-up bag when traveling as she was now. She unfolded her little travel brush and began to attack the snarls in her hair.
For many minutes the only sounds were Felicity's little grunts as she brushed her hair and the fire spitting as grease occasionally dripped into the flames.
"So, what do you do here all day?" Felicity finally asked, breaking the silence.
"What?" Oliver asked, startled. He'd been mesmerized by the methodical way that Felicity was brushing her hair. His fingers actually itched to run through her blonde hair. He'd never been the caretaker type, had never felt the desire to brush Laurel's hair, but suddenly he wanted nothing more than to take over for Felicity.
"What do you do here? I mean, it's not like you can go shopping or work or surf the web," Felicity pointed out. "How do you spend your days?"
Oliver shrugged. "I train, I hunt, I hike. Like you said, not much else to do."
"Train doing what?"
"I practice my archery skills and my fighting skills."
"But there's no one to fight with," Felicity observed. "Or is there?"
"There isn't. Not anymore," Oliver said, cryptically. "I go through fighting stances and practice against trees. I also run, a lot."
"What happened to the other people on the… is this an island?" Felicity asked with a final pass of the brush through her hair. She removed the hairband from around her wrist and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail.
"Yes, it's an island. The other people are gone. Dead," Oliver answered, tersely.
"Di-did you kill them?" she nervously asked.
"Some of them," he admitted, looking pained. "I had to because they were trying to kill me."
"How long have you been alone?" Felicity asked, moving closer to him.
"Not sure. A few months maybe? I was in Hong Kong for a while before that. Until they dumped me back here."
"Who are they? Are they why everyone still thinks you're dead?"
"I can't tell you who they are. Some secret government organization. They kept me monitored at all times and prevented me from reaching out to my family. Once they had no more use for me they drugged me and left me back here." Despite promises of returning him home.
"You don't know who they were or you won't tell me?" Felicity pressed.
"I won't tell you. They're dangerous and the less you know about them the better," Oliver growled.
"Okay, okay," Felicity conceded, hands up in a backing off gesture. "Just making conversation."
"Sorry," Oliver said, wiping a hand over his face. "The last few years have been a little… stressful."
"It's fine, I get it. Well, I don't get it, but I can understand that there's probably been a lot of stuff going on that you never thought you'd have to do before."
"Like killing and preparing a bird for dinner," Oliver agreed. He pulled the spit from the fire and slid one of the birds onto a rudimentary plate. "Bon appétit."
"Thanks," Felicity said, gratefully. "I'm starving." She bit into the flesh and while it wasn't very flavorful, it was hot. And it was sustenance. And something she never wanted to have to prepare on her own.
Silence fell between them once again as they concentrated on eating.
As she ate, Felicity once again tried to remember how she came to be on this island. The harder she tried to remember, the more frustrated she became.
She remembered getting up that morning - yesterday morning? - and going downstairs for breakfast. As she'd passed reception, the clerk had called her over to inform her that the company had arranged a private tour of some of the islands for her that day. Felicity had thought that she was going to be in the lab all day working on the new tablet, but didn't think too hard about the change in plans. A day out on the water sounded nice.
Felicity dropped her plate on the ground as she let out a gasp.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Oliver demanded, hurrying to her side.
Felicity turned tear-filled eyes to him. "There was a last minute change to my schedule," she told him, choking back a sob. "Instead of going in to the lab, I was sent on a private boat tour of some islands."
Oliver frowned, his brow furrowing in concern. "What did the people on the boat look like?"
"I don't know. I still don't remember that part. I just remembered the woman in the hotel telling me of the schedule change," Felicity said. "Why did I go along with it?" she asked, panicked. "That wasn't what I was supposed to be doing that day. Why didn't I call anyone to confirm the plans? What was I thinking? What did the people in the lab think when I didn't show up?"
"Felicity, calm down before you have another panic attack," Oliver warned her.
"Too late," she panted, breathing in shallow breaths.
She was so focused on trying to breathe that she didn't notice that Oliver had leaned closer until she felt his lips press against hers. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she kissed him back.
Before long, and much sooner than Felicity would have liked, Oliver was pulling back out of the kiss.
"How do you feel now?" he quietly asked.
"You can shut me up like that anytime," she murmured, humming to herself.
"Do you need shutting up often?" he asked, grinning.
Felicity coughed, not realizing she'd said that out loud. "Oh, um, yeah, I have a tendency to babble, if you hadn't noticed."
"I hadn't, but I'll keep that in mind," he promised, tracing a finger down her arm.
Even through the long sleeved shirt she was wearing, his touch set her skin on fire. The cave suddenly seemed too warm and Felicity jumped to her feet. Tugging on the ends of her sleeves, she inched her way towards the opening. "I'm just going to go and get some air," she announced and practically tripped over her feet making her escape.
"Don't go too far," Oliver called after her.
"I won't," she called back as she collapsed against the cave entrance.
Felicity leaned her head back against the rock and closed her eyes. How had she gone from being the geeky IT girl to someone who could be kissed by Oliver Queen? She supposed that she wasn't the one who changed, just her circumstances. Oliver would have probably kissed any girl who washed ashore on his island of purgatory that was having a panic attack. It wasn't necessarily because he wanted to kiss her, but because he wanted to distract her. And boy did it work.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see that the sun was still out.
"Hey, Oliver," she called, "can you come out here?"
"What's up?" he asked as he emerged from the cave.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Felicity asked, looking up.
He looked towards the sky. "I'm not sure, but the sun should be setting soon."
"Is there somewhere we can go to watch it?" she asked.
"Maybe tomorrow," he suggested. "I think you should rest some more before attempting the hike we'll need to go on to reach a good spot where the trees won't be in the way."
"Oh, okay." Felicity tried not to sound too disappointed. "What do you usually do after dark?"
"Sleep, mostly," Oliver answered. "Not much else to do. Sometimes I read for a while, but I usually turn in before long."
"You have books?" Felicity perked up. "Mine are all on my Nook, which is back at my hotel."
"Some," Oliver confirmed. "I have a few different places to crash around the island and keep a couple at each."
"How did you come to have so many? I assume they didn't get here the same way you did."
"Uh, no. There was a military base on the island when I first arrived. It's since been, um, abandoned, but some of their possessions were left behind. They're the ones who had the SAT phones and radios. Once it was clear they weren't coming back, I went through what was left behind and distributed it around the island."
"Is that where these clothes came from?" Felicity asked, plucking at her shirt.
Oliver couldn't meet her eyes when he said, "Yes." It wasn't entirely a lie. They were Shado's and she had come to them from the base.
"Which is your favorite?" Felicity asked, pulling Oliver out of his memories.
"The Odyssey," Oliver immediately answered. "It's one of the few books I read in college and it saved my life here on the island. Besides, it's about a man trying to get home. I feel like Odysseus is kind of a kindred spirit."
"Do you have that one here?" Felicity asked, nodding towards the interior of the cave.
"As a matter of fact, I do."
"Would you read it to me?"
"You don't want to just read it yourself?" he asked. He'd never been that comfortable reading aloud.
"It's your favorite. We should both get to enjoy it," Felicity offered, ducking back inside. Instead of sitting by the fire, she went over to the pallet she'd slept on earlier and sat down.
Oliver followed her inside, marveling at this girl's thoughtfulness.
He went to an alcove Felicity hadn't noticed before and returned with a book in his hands. He sat near the fire, on the side nearest to Felicity.
She adjusted her ponytail so it was at the base of her neck, removed her glasses, and then lay on her side, facing Oliver. She watched him as he began to read.
"'Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy...'"
Footnote: Chapter ended with quote from The Odyssey by Homer.