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 / 1,639 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.
The taxi dropped Felicity off at the marina and she thanked the driver as best she could in her guide book Chinese. She looked at the piece of paper in her hand that the hotel clerk had given her with the boat name and slip number on it. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to find it given her complete lack of understanding of Chinese.
As she wandered down the rows of piers, she saw a woman with long white hair. She'd never seen such a young woman with such white hair, let alone a Chinese woman with white hair. She tried to look away when the woman looked in her direction, but then she called her by name.
"Ms. Smoak?" she queried.
"Yes, that's me. Are you the one taking me on the tour?"
"Yes, I'm the one taking you out," the woman virtually purred. "Right this way."
Felicity clutched her bag and followed the woman down the pier and onto a small luxury boat. There was something about this woman that put her teeth on edge, and it wasn't just her creepy hair. But since she couldn't put her finger on her discomfort, Felicity followed.
There were two men on the boat and they set off as soon as they were settled in the cabin.
"Oh, no one else is on the tour?" Felicity observed, having assumed this was a formal tour.
"Did the note not say that it was a private tour?" the woman asked.
"It did, but I thought that just meant it was just me from my company. Not that there wouldn't be anyone else, period."
"This should be more enjoyable," the woman insisted. "No annoying tourists to distract us."
"I'm a tourist," Felicity pointed out. "Well, not really, but I'm certainly not a local."
"But you are in town for business, not sightseeing."
"I'm hoping to do some of both," Felicity countered. "That's why I'm here now, right?"
"Right," the woman agreed, settling back in her seat. "Why don't you go up on deck and watch the scenery."
Felicity did as suggested and went to sit on the deck. She pulled her cardigan close around her, glad she'd thought to bring it as it was much cooler out on the water, with the wind and spray. The boat seemed to be moving pretty quickly and it felt like in no time at all they were out in open water.
This was the strangest tour that she had ever been on, Felicity thought. There was no one there telling her what she was seeing. She was practically alone out here. Just her and her thoughts and the crew. And that woman. Felicity shuddered.
She noticed the boat seemed to be slowing and then it stopped. She looked around, but there was nothing to see. She could barely even see Hong Kong from here, let alone any islands.
She was just about to go ask that woman what was going on when she emerged from below deck.
"What's going on? Why are we stopped?" Felicity asked, butterflies swarming in her stomach that had nothing to do with seasickness.
"Give me the tablet," the woman demanded.
"I'm sorry, what?" Why did this woman want her tablet?
"The new tablet Queen Consolidated Applied Sciences is developing," she clarified. "Give it to me."
This time her demand was punctuated by a knife dropping out from the palm of her hand.
Felicity clutched her bag to her chest. She knew the safest thing to do would be to hand it over, but if there was something on the tablet that this scary woman wanted, it probably wasn't a good thing, and she wasn't about to give it up if it was something bad.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," Felicity said.
The men came out from wherever they'd been hiding and took flanking positions behind the woman.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I need that tablet," the woman repeated. "Hand it over."
"No," Felicity defiantly countered. "I don't know what you need my tablet for, but if you feel like you have to take it by force then I don't think you should have it. Take me back. Now. Please."
"Isn't that cute, she's trying to do the right thing," the woman sneered. "If you won't play nice…" She turned to the men behind her, "Take it from her."
Felicity looked around, desperate for somewhere to run to. Somewhere to hide. But there was nothing.
Nothing but water.
"Thank you swimming requirement in high school," she thought to herself as she threw the strap of her messenger bag across her body, pulled it tight and dove into the water as one of the men made a grab for her.
Felicity surfaced and immediately began to swim. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to get away from that boat.
The sound of a bullet whizzed past her ear and she looked back to see the woman aiming a gun at her.
Taking a deep breath, Felicity ducked under the water, swimming as hard as she could, trying to gain some distance.
Except then she heard the boat's engine roar back to life.
She surfaced just long enough to take another deep breath of air and dove again. She saw the boat coming near her, but was able to move out of its path. Somehow she managed to avoid being seen each time she surfaced for air until she was left alone in the ocean, miles from land.
"No," she cried out, realizing she was probably going to die out there in the water.
"No," she cried out again, flailing around as she began to cry.
Words began to break through to her.
"Hey, you're okay. You're safe," Oliver said, trying to pin her arms.
Felicity sat up, sobbing. "Oliver?"
"Shush, I'm here," he said, pulling her into his arms.
Felicity cried, clinging to his solid presence. "I remember," she sobbed. "I remember what happened."
"Shush, it's over now. Take deep breaths, you're safe now," he said, stroking her hair.
"Safe?" Felicity wailed, pushing back from him. "I'm trapped on some island in the middle of nowhere with no way to get home. How is that safe?"
Oliver winced. "Okay, maybe safe wasn't the right word. I just meant that whatever had happened is over."
"What if they're still looking for me?" Felicity asked. "I wasn't randomly targeted. She needed something from me, specifically. That's why she took me away from civilization to get it from me."
"Get what?" Oliver asked; his senses on high alert after working for A.R.G.U.S. for the past year. Dread filled him. "Who is she?"
"I don't know who she was. Some Chinese woman with long white hair. She didn't introduce herself, come to think of it. Oliver, what's wrong?"
Oliver had gone pale and sat back from his kneeling position, hard.
"Chien Na Wei," he whispered. "Her name is Chien Na Wei and she is bad news. What did she want from you?"
"My tablet. The new one from QC that I was here to work on. She needed mine for some reason. I've only had it for a day so I haven't had time to play around with it much yet, so I have no idea what could be on it that she wants. I just knew that if someone was willing to kill me for it, it couldn't be anything good and I shouldn't give it to her."
"Your instincts were correct. Always listen to them," Oliver said. "She's an assassin for the Triad."
"Am I supposed to know what that means?" Felicity asked, confused.
"I'm very glad that you don't. The Triad is the largest criminal organization in China."
"How do you know about them? About her?"
"The people who had me in Hong Kong were trying to take down Chien Na Wei. Several months ago I was part of a team that captured her, but she must have escaped," Oliver admitted. "I'm sorry."
"What do you have to be sorry for?" Felicity asked.
"If they had been able to keep her locked up then she wouldn't have been able to go after you," Oliver said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He'd failed to successfully remove this threat and now Felicity was suffering for it.
Felicity scooted close to Oliver, resting a hand on his knee. "If my tablet is as important as she seems to think it is, then they would have sent someone else after me instead."
As much as the thought of that chilled her to the bones, she knew it was true. She didn't want Oliver to beat himself up over something that would have happened one way or the other.
"Maybe," he conceded. "You should probably try to get some more rest."
"I don't know if I'll be able to fall back to sleep after that."
Oliver nodded his head in understanding. He was about to return to his spot in front of the fire when Felicity increased the pressure on his knee to prevent him from getting up.
"Would you mind holding me?" she shyly asked. "At least until I fall asleep again?"
"Of course," Oliver said, motioning for her to move over.
Felicity turned on her side, facing the wall and Oliver crawled onto the pallet behind her, covering them both with the blanket. He curled one arm under his head and tentatively placed his other hand around her waist.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his breath caressing her neck.
"Mm-hm," Felicity agreed, trying to calm her racing heart, wondering why she thought this might be a good idea. "Good night, Oliver."
"Good night, Felicity. Sweet dreams."
She had a feeling that with him so close, they would be.