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 / 871 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 a long hike. A very long hike. Felicity was wondering why she had agreed to do this when they crested a hill and the island dropped away beneath them.
"Wow," Felicity said between panted breaths. "This is…"
"Worth it?" Oliver grinned, knowingly.
"So worth it."
Oliver took a sip from the canteen and passed it to Felicity. She drank gratefully, but sparingly, knowing it was all they had until they got back to the camp.
"How did you find this place?"
"I've had a lot of time to explore," Oliver said, setting the bow and quiver down against a boulder, along with the rabbit he'd found in one of his traps along the way.
Felicity looked over her shoulder at him, saddened to think that he'd been stranded here for so long.
"I brought The Odyssey," she offered. "I could read it while you take care of that." She gestured to the dead rabbit. If she was reading she wouldn't have to watch him prepare the animal to eat. While she'd always been a carnivore, she'd never had to see her meat go from furry animal to delicious meat before.
"I promise not to fall asleep on you," Oliver said by way of agreement.
"Ha ha," Felicity dryly commented. She removed the towel from her bag and spread it so she could lean against a boulder; she settled down and pulled out the book.
It took her a while to get used to the poetic phrasing of the book, but soon she was lost in the rhythm of the words and the story.
Oliver set to work skinning the rabbit with the knife he kept at his hip. There was a time he was as repulsed by this activity as Felicity, but with repetition, he'd gotten used to it. Now skinning rabbits was one more skill he could add to his "I survived on an island" resume. He set the skin aside to dry in case Felicity wanted to keep it. The fur was soft, after all.
"Keep reading," he interrupted her at one point, "I'm going to gather some wood for a fire, but I won't be far."
Felicity nodded and continued, raising her voice as Oliver moved away.
As she read aloud, a foreign noise seemed to grow on the edge of her awareness. It wasn't the birds that she'd been hearing all day, either. She closed her eyes and cocked her head to the side, listening.
"Why'd you stop?" Oliver asked, hurrying back, his arms laden with downed tree branches.
"Do you hear that?" Felicity asked; eyes still closed. "It almost sounds like a motor," she said dreamily. "That's silly, though. There are no motors here."
Immediately on alert, Oliver tensed and began to look out over the water. He concentrated on listening, just as Felicity had. His stomach dropped as he pointed to a spec on the water. "There."
Felicity scrambled to her feet, looking in the direction that Oliver was pointing. "Do you think it's a rescue party?" she asked hopefully, grabbing his arm.
Oliver turned to look at her, sadness written across his face. Solemnly he said, "No, I don't think they're here to rescue you."
"That would be my guess," Oliver said. "Pack up your stuff, we're moving."
Felicity hustled to do as he suggested, shoving the book and towel back in her bag. Oliver was waiting for her, weapons in hand.
"What about the rabbit?" she asked.
"Leave it," Oliver said. "If we survive, we can come back for it if you want. If we don't, it won't matter."
Felicity gulped, but didn't ask any more questions.
Oliver led her quickly and quietly down the mountain towards the beach she'd washed ashore on. It was the most likely spot for the boat to pull in to, as well.
Oliver reached under the back of his shirt and pulled out a revolver when they reached the tree line, which he handed to Felicity.
She held her hands up, "I don't like guns."
"I don't care. Take it," he ordered.
She did. It was heavier than she'd thought it would be.
"Hold it with two hands, like this," he took it back to show her. "When they land I'll take the safety off. Then just point and pull the trigger. Try to aim for their chests."
"I don't want to kill anyone," Felicity insisted, on the verge of tears.
"I know you don't. I don't want you to kill anyone either," Oliver said, softly. "But if it comes down to them or us, I choose us."
"I choose us, too," Felicity agreed, liking the sound of us referring to the two of them.
The boat was closer now.
"Hey, Oliver," Felicity tentatively said, looking away from the approaching danger.
"Yeah?" he distractedly answered.
Gathering her nerve, Felicity reached up and pulled Oliver's face to hers and kissed him.
"For luck," she said, cheekily when they broke apart. She had never felt so much like Kaylee from Firefly as she did at that moment. "To hell with this. I'm gonna live."
Oliver blinked at her owlishly a few times before grinning. They were definitely going to have to survive this.