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 / 1,847 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 dark by the time they had pulled into the harbor Felicity had left from just a couple of days earlier. They left the keys in the boat, not caring what happened to it once they were ashore.
They found a taxi and got back to Felicity's hotel without incident. There was a moment of fear when the key card didn't want to work, but on the third try the door opened. She automatically brought the Do Not Disturb sign in with them and halted in her tracks barely inside the door.
"What is it?" Oliver asked, pushing ahead of her.
The room had been ransacked. The sheets were off the beds, mattresses askew, clothes were all over the place.
"They must have searched your room as a precaution when you jumped ship," Oliver guessed. "Before going in search of you."
"I get why," Felicity said, numbly moving into the room. Oliver shut the door and secured the safety bar. "Doesn't make it any easier to see."
"Is anything missing?"
"I doubt it."
Oliver set his trunk down and started to straighten the beds. "Do you want me to call housekeeping? Get them to remake the beds?"
Felicity blushed, shaking her head. "I don't want them wondering how they got that way. It'll be fine. I can make the beds myself." She set her bag on a table and looked around. "Why don't you grab a shower first while I put all my clothes away again and then I'll take a turn and you can have some privacy while you call home?"
"Sounds like a plan." Oliver brought his trunk over to the long dresser and set it on top. He unlocked it and grabbed a fresh change of clothes out of it before heading for the bathroom.
Felicity pushed aside her feelings of violation and began to re-order the room. It didn't take her very long since she was only going to be here a week. She was happy to discover that everything appeared to be there.
Glancing at the clock, she realized it wasn't even that late. She'd found her personal tablet among the mess, unscathed, and looked up the phone number for the lab she was working at here in Hong Kong. Luckily the team leader she was working with, Dr. Zhang, was still in the lab and she briefly explained what had happened to her and where she had been for the past two days.
He said he'd been concerned when she hadn't shown up, and was ashamed to admit that he thought she had been blowing off work to go sightseeing, apologizing profusely. While Felicity was offended that someone could think she'd do something like that, that she was a flighty American, a blonde one at that - she could understand the stereotyping. She said that she would call Mr. Steele herself and inform him of what had happened, promising to be at work bright and early the next day.
The shower had turned off by the time she hung up the phone, feeling lighter already. She grabbed her pajamas (a tank top and shorts) which she'd left out on the bed, getting ready for her turn in the shower.
Oliver emerged from the bathroom dressed similarly to how she'd always seen him, rubbing a towel over his hair.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked, sitting on what he assumed would be his bed.
"I called the Team Leader at QC to let him know where I've been. Can you believe he actually thought I had just blown off work to go sightseeing?"
"Didn't you? Isn't that how you ended up out on the water?"
"Yes, but not on purpose! I thought it was company sanctioned sightseeing, not work-shirking sightseeing."
Oliver laughed. She was adorable when she got all worked up.
"Go ahead and take your well-earned shower. I'll order room service and call home."
"Food sounds great. Order me anything, as long as it doesn't have nuts. You do not want to see what happens if I eat nuts."
"Noted. Enjoy your shower."
"I will," she beamed, closing the door behind her.
Oliver found the room service menu and called down to place the order, taking care of the easy part first.
He rubbed his hands on his thighs, preparing to make the next call.
Holding his breath, he dialed the mansion.
It would be early there, so he expected Raisa or one of the other household staff to answer; he was therefore surprised to hear his mother's voice at the other end of the line.
His voice caught in his throat.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
"M-mom?" Oliver croaked, tears suddenly streaming down his face. "Mom, it's Oliver. I'm alive."
"I don't know who this is, but that isn't funny. I'm hanging up."
"Mom, no, wait," Oliver shouted. "My name is Oliver Jonas Queen and I am your son. I've been trapped on an island in the North China Sea for three years. Ever since the Queen's Gambit went down in a storm. I'm the only one who survived. It's me, Mom. I'm alive."
"O-Oliver?" Moira weakly asked, wanting so hard to believe the voice she was hearing was her darling boy's. It sounded so much like him. "Can that really be you?"
"It's me. I finally escaped the island today. It's a long story, but I'm in Hong Kong now. There was a girl from Queen Consolidated who… got lost... and ended up on the island I've been trapped on. Her name is Felicity Smoak. Walter Steele sent her to Hong Kong. You can check with him. She's going to call him when I get off the phone. He'll verify my story once he talks to her."
"With that much detail I probably don't need to check with Walter, but I will. I-If it is you, I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too. You and Thea. I can't wait to see how much Speedy has grown," Oliver said. "I can't wait to come home."
"If Walter confirms your story, we'll be on the family jet as soon as we're able."
"I better let Felicity make that call," Oliver said, joy swelling inside him. "She'll give Walter the number of the hotel."
"Agreed," Moira said.
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too."
Oliver hung up the phone and wiped his cheeks. He hadn't realized he'd been crying the entire time he'd been on the phone, even though he also couldn't stop grinning.
He could understand his mother's reluctance to believe he was who he said he was on the phone. Other men may have called her over the years, claiming to be her son back from the dead. He knew using Walter's name would help her to believe him, though. Not everyone would be able to know to use him as a reference.
Felicity emerged from the bathroom some time later, a cloud of steam following her out. Her hair was wet and loose around her shoulders.
Oliver rushed over to her and lifted her up, spinning her in circles.
"I take it the call went well?" Felicity giggled, clutching at his shoulders.
"I talked to my mom!" Oliver eagerly told her. "She doesn't really believe that it's me, yet, but she will. I need you to call Walter, right now." He carried her over to the bed and dropped her on it.
"Right now?" Felicity laughed.
"He's going to confirm that I am who I said I am. I told her that Felicity Smoak was sent to Hong Kong by Walter Steele and she - you - got lost and ended up on the island and we just got back here. I said that you were going to call Walter to tell him what had happened and then he could confirm my story," he eagerly told her. He was babbling like a little boy in his excitement.
There was a knock at the door and they both tensed. The call of "room service" helped them to relax.
"I'll go get that. You call Walter," Oliver suggested.
In response, Felicity picked up the phone and called the Queen Consolidated main number in Starling City. She asked for Mr. Steele, gave her name, and said it was urgent.
"Ms. Smoak, it's good to hear your voice," Walter greeted her. "I trust everything is going smoothly in Hong Kong?"
"Actually, that's why I'm calling," Felicity said, watching as Oliver brought the food over to the table and watched her expectantly. "It appears that there's something going on with the tablet I was given here in Hong Kong; something probably not entirely legal. I was kidnapped by people who I found out are from the Chinese Triad and they wanted the tablet I was given upon my arrival here."
"I'm sorry; did you just say you were kidnapped?" Walter interrupted. She could almost hear him sitting up straighter in his chair.
"Uh huh," Felicity said, nodding even though he couldn't see her.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I got away. They'd taken me out on a boat and I jumped overboard and managed to swim away. I washed up on this island and you'll never guess who I found there."
"I wouldn't be able to fathom a guess."
Felicity took a deep breath. "Oliver Queen."
"That's not possible," Walter said. "Oliver drowned in the North…"
"China Sea," Felicity finished. "Yeah. He was the only one to survive when the Queen's Gambit went down. He's been on this island ever since."
"Oliver's alive?" Walter said, wonder in his voice.
"Do you want to talk to him? He's right here." Felicity beckoned Oliver over, not that he needed the prompting.
Oliver didn't even wait for her to hand her the phone. He snatched it from her to say, "Hello, Mr. Steele."
"Oliver? My God, it sounds like you."
"It is me," Oliver said, growing tired of having to convince people of his identity.
"Robert? Is he with you?"
"My father went down with the ship," Oliver said, sticking to the less painful version of the truth. "Everyone else went down but somehow I survived. I ended up on an island named Lian Yu with no way to get off and too far from anywhere to swim."
"And Ms. Smoak coincidentally ended up on this same island?"
"She did," Oliver agreed, smiling down at her. "The people after her tablet must have been searching all of the islands because they showed up on mine today. We were able to subdue them and took their boat. I called my mom the first chance I got when we got to shore. I'm with Felicity, in the hotel room you put her up in. I told my mom that Felicity would tell you her story and you would call Mom to make sure that the stories match. That she really is the person you sent to Hong Kong so I really must be me. Are you convinced? Will you tell my mom to bring me home?"
"Yes, Oliver, let's bring you home."