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 / 1,001 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.
They found some packets to make soup as well as a carton of power bars.
"I wonder how these were overlooked," Felicity commented as she tore into a power bar.
"Slade probably thought they tasted like cardboard and left them on purpose. There are some things even a hungry man won't eat."
"Slade was your friend?"
"Yeah," Oliver sadly agreed. "He's the one who taught me how to fight...how to really survive here. I couldn't bring myself to come back to this camp, so he always made scavenger runs with Shado. She taught me how to shoot an arrow."
"You must miss them."
"You have no idea how much." Oliver gave her a watery smile before changing the subject. "Well, since this wasn't as fruitless as I'd thought, I guess we should check out the other tents after all."
They found some extra clothes, extra blankets, several flashlights, a couple of towels, some paper and pencils, and lots of weapons.
"I'm surprised your friend left so many of the weapons here," Felicity said, standing back as Oliver inspected one of them.
"We had a few around, but I guess Slade figured he could always come back for more if he needed them. He preferred his swords, anyway."
"Do you know how to use that thing?"
"Point and shoot," Oliver said. "I'm not a great shot, but I can sometimes hit something. I'm better with the bow."
"Interesting choice of weapon," Felicity commented. "I wouldn't have thought it was the most efficient weapon."
"Well, for one thing, it's much quieter than a gun, and stealth was usually needed with the people we were hiding from."
"These people?" Felicity gestured around them.
"Them, and later others," Oliver agreed. "Trouble had a way of finding us no matter what. There was very little quiet time, and when there was, Slade and Shado were training me to become a better fighter."
"For the record, I do not want to learn how to fight," Felicity said.
"Noted," Oliver agreed. "Not that I think you'll need to know."
"Unless those Triad people track me down," Felicity pointed out.
"Hey," Oliver said, coming to stand before her, "I won't let them hurt you."
"Thank you." The air crackled between them for a moment before Felicity turned away. "You said something about wash basins for laundry?"
Oliver took a deep breath, taking a step back. He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to tamp down his suddenly raging libido. "Yeah. Come on."
He grabbed some of the extra clothes they'd found along with a couple of towels and followed Felicity to her tent to get the clothes she'd arrived in.
When he led them away from the camp, Felicity had to ask, "Where are we going?"
"Wash basins are by the river. It's not that far. They probably figured it was easier to just bring their clothes to the water than to cart it back to the camp for washing."
"But what about the showers?" Felicity asked. "Do we need to bring water back for that?"
"No. I think they must have tapped into a well or something where the showers are," Oliver said.
"I don't know, Felicity," Oliver said, cutting her off. "I didn't make the camp and I didn't live there. I don't know why these things are the way they are."
"I've just always been naturally curious," Felicity said.
"It's fine. Really," Oliver said. "Here we are."
He passed through an opening in the trees and they found themselves beside a rushing river.
"Wow," Felicity said, stunned by the beauty before her. "Okay, I get bringing the laundry to the water now."
Near the edge of the trees were a couple of metal basins with washboards and bars of soap inside. Oliver handed one set to Felicity and grabbed the other for himself and they carried them to the water. They carefully filled the basins and began washing their clothes.
After taking a few minutes to get the hang of using the washboard, Felicity laughed and said, "I feel like I'm back in Colonial times. You know, like in those re-enactment villages?"
Oliver chuckled. "I've never been, but I know what you mean. Being here is often like going back in time; especially with the lack of technology and electricity."
"Don't remind me," Felicity whimpered.
It didn't take them long to wash the few things they'd brought, and get them back to the camp and hung up to dry.
With that chore out of the way, they were left with nothing to do since they couldn't shower until the towels were dry.
"Now what?" Felicity asked.
Oliver glanced at the sky, thoughtfully. "Do you still want to watch the sunset?"
"I'd love to," Felicity exclaimed. "But isn't it just past midday?"
"It's going to take us a while to get to the spot I'm thinking about," Oliver said. "I want to go slowly since you're not used to hiking on mountains."
Felicity was going to take offense, but realized he was right. "Fair point."
"Why don't you grab a couple of those power bars and flashlights and bring them with us in your bag," Oliver suggested.
"Good idea," she agreed. It didn't take her long to find the items and after emptying out her bag, she put them, The Odyssey, and one of the non-washed towels they'd found, into her bag.
She met Oliver between their tents and saw that he was carrying a canteen and was once again wearing his quiver and carrying his bow.
"What's that for? Expecting trouble?"
"Always." He waited a beat. "It's in case we see anything worth hunting for dinner."
Felicity put a hand on her chest. "Oh, thank goodness."
Oliver hoped he was telling the truth. That the only thing he'd need to shoot was a rabbit or bird. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that the Triad was still looking for Felicity Smoak.