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 / 2,235 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.
Felicity had never hated an alarm clock as much as she did the one waking her the next morning. She was comfortable and snuggled against a warm male body; one that was emitting a pained groan from behind her.
"What is that?" Oliver grumbled against her shoulder.
"It's just the alarm clock. Time to get up to get ready for work," she answered, reaching to shut it off.
"Do you have to?" he asked, pulling her back so she was on her back beneath him.
"I'm afraid that I do. I promised my team leader I'd bring in the tablet so we can figure out why the Triad is after it."
"Can't you stay here with me?" he whined. "I'll make it worth your while." He kissed her then, slow and deep.
"Tempting," Felicity whimpered when they parted. "Really tempting. But this is my job. Besides, don't you want to know what they were after?"
"Not more than I want to spend the day in bed with you," Oliver countered, nipping at her flesh.
"When we're back in Starling City, if you still want that, then you just name the day. So long as it's a weekend and I don't have to be at work," Felicity promised.
"Oh, I'll want to," Oliver confidently told her.
"We'll see," Felicity said; unsure that Oliver would want this with her once he saw his old flame again. She wasn't about to get her hopes up that this billionaire-back-from-the-dead was going to fall head over heels in love with her after this little adventure.
Before Oliver could try to reassure her that he wanted to pursue a relationship with her when they got home she had pushed him off of her and was out of the bed and in the bathroom. Moments later the shower could be heard.
He didn't fully understand this sudden, deep, attraction he felt for Felicity. He wasn't one to have feelings for every pretty face. Sure, he used to be willing to fuck any pretty girl he met, but he knew that wasn't him anymore. This was something different.
In the short time he'd known her, Felicity had already become someone he felt he could trust. He felt protective of her in a way he wasn't used to experiencing. She was funny, and caring, and yes, beautiful. She could look at him and see past the scars to what he'd been through to have them. He may not know that much about her yet, but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything about her.
He pulled on the clothes he'd worn last night since he hadn't been in them for very long. It wasn't like he had much of an assortment to choose from anyway.
He was reading The Odyssey, which Felicity had left out while she was reclaiming the room the night before, when Felicity emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white towel.
His eyes darkened upon seeing her.
"I, um, didn't think to take any clothes in with me," she said, holding the towel tight to her chest. Even though he had seen her naked, that was under a different context.
"It's," he had to clear his throat, "it's fine. I'll just go use the facilities while you dress." It took him a minute to put action to words, but eventually he forced himself to do as he'd said.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Felicity rushed to find some underwear. She found herself wishing she'd brought some of the cute sets she had back home, but all she'd brought was boring white. Oh well. Oliver hadn't seemed to mind the boring white last night, she reminded herself.
Once her undergarments were on, she moved to the closet. She was almost relieved to slip into the polka dot blouse and black pencil skirt. It was like donning armor for the workday. She set aside a pair of black heels and waited for Oliver to come out so she could finish her make-up and hair in the bathroom.
She didn't have long to wait. Rather than returning to the bedroom, Oliver stayed leaning in the bathroom doorway while Felicity finished preparing for the day.
"You don't have to watch me, you know," she said when she finished drying her hair. She thought about wearing it down, but she was going to be working on the tablet today and didn't want it in her face. Instead, she pulled it into a low ponytail, making sure her hair covered the tops of her ears so that her industrial piercing wouldn't be on display.
"I know you," Oliver said, wonder in his voice as he stood up straight.
"Uh, yeah, we've spent the past few days together," Felicity pointed out.
"No," Oliver shook his head, coming into the bathroom, "from before."
"What are you talking about? We never met before. I would definitely have remembered that."
"We didn't meet, but I saw you." Felicity turned from the mirror to look at him, the question clear on her face. "Remember I told you that we captured Chien Na Wei a few months ago?" Felicity nodded and Oliver huffed out a breath. "That happened in Starling City. I had to break into my mother's office to get some information and had to hide when someone came in. A woman. You." Oliver cupped her face. "You were talking to yourself."
"That does sound like something I would do," she said, leaning into his touch. "And you didn't recognize me until now?"
"I couldn't see your face very well that night. I was also kind of focused on my mission. But this is what you were wearing that night," he told her, running a hand down her side and over her hip. "Seeing you just now looking like you did then triggered my memory."
"Too bad you didn't remember sooner." Felicity leaned up to kiss him before pushing him away. "Now let me finish so we can get going."
Oliver returned to his spot leaning against the door frame and Felicity turned back to her make-up bag. She pulled out her favorite fuchsia lipstick and began to apply it. She spun around when Oliver made a strange noise as she'd rubbed her lips together to make sure the color was even.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"Nothing," Oliver choked out. One of his arms was hanging down across his body, trying to hide the sudden evidence of his arousal. "I just really like that color on you."
Felicity grinned and gestured for him to back away from the door. She slipped into her heels and went about preparing her bag for what she'd need for the day, making sure to take the tablet and her phone with them.
She turned to find Oliver standing by the door, his shoes on, waiting for her.
They grabbed a quick breakfast in the hotel dining room before heading for Queen Consolidated's manufacturing facilities.
Getting Oliver into the building proved easier than she'd expected. Apparently Walter had called ahead and informed security that Oliver would be joining her, so a security pass was waiting for him.
Felicity entered the lab she was working in and immediately found her team leader. "Dr. Zhang, this is Oliver Queen, he'll be joining us today, if that's alright. Oliver, this is my team leader, Dr. Zhang."
"It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Queen," Zhang said with a slight bow. "I was glad to hear you were not dead, after all."
Oliver returned the bow. "Thank you, Dr. Zhang. Please forgive the intrusion of my presence here today. After everything that Felicity has been through, I wanted to make sure she arrived here with the tablet intact."
Felicity blinked at Oliver, surprised that he could be so formal. Although she supposed that he had been groomed to take over the family business.
"Ah, yes, the tablet," Zhang said. "Have you been able to get it working yet?"
"I haven't had a chance to test it yet," Felicity admitted, pulling it from her bag. "I took it apart to dry when I arrived on the island, but there hasn't been time to see if it works since we got back to Hong Kong."
She set it on a counter and pressed the power button, holding her breath. A smile lit her face when it turned on. She immediately entered her password and relaxed even more when the home page opened before her.
"It appears you took the correct course of action," Zhang said. "Did your captors say why this tablet was so important?"
"That certainly would have been nice, but no. She just kept demanding that I give it to her, but I don't understand why. I've been over the specs dozens of times and there's nothing about how it was built to make it different from any other tablet on the market. Could it be the software?"
"It must be," Zhang agreed. "As this one is one of the test models, we added some additional security coding. Nothing out of the ordinary, though."
Felicity took a seat at one of the computers and hooked the tablet up to it. "I don't recall seeing any additional security on the tablet. Do you know what it was for?"
"I was told that it was a secondary password in case someone tried to hack into it," Zhang said.
"You were told?" Oliver asked. "You didn't make that call? I thought you were the leader on this project."
"I am, but even I must answer to those above me," he said.
"Do you know the secondary password?" Felicity asked, logging out.
"2-0-0-7," Zhang recited.
Oliver made a choking sound behind her.
"Oliver, what's wrong?" she asked, turning to face him.
"That's the year the Gambit went down," he grimly reminded her.
Their eyes met briefly before Felicity turned to Zhang. "That can't be a coincidence."
She entered the password into the tablet and marveled at the code that streamed in front of her.
"What's it say?" Oliver asked; the numbers and letters scrolling across the screen meaning nothing to him.
"It's a backdoor into Queen Consolidated's mainframe," Felicity said, quietly. She looked up at Zhang, who wore an equal expression of horror.
"If this tablet got into the wrong hands, they'd have access to everything. Not just the specs for the new line of tablets but everything Applied Sciences is developing. All of our financial records. Just, everything," Felicity said, clutching the tablet to her chest.
"Do you know who gave the order to install this...back door?" Oliver asked Zhang.
"I do not. Someone was brought in to handle that part of the coding," Zhang admitted.
"Who?" Oliver growled.
Zhang looked around and pointed to an unassuming man on the other side of the room. "Him," he said, pointing.
Oliver rushed towards the man, who dropped what he'd been doing to pull out a gun, aiming for the man running towards him. Oliver barreled into him before he had time to get a shot off, slamming him into a wall. He grabbed the hand holding the gun and banged it into the wall until the man dropped his gun. He pulled back enough to land a solid punch, knocking him out. He bent to pick up the gun and then lifted the unconscious man in a fireman carry.
"I'm going to need a soundproof room," he said to Zhang, ignoring the screams of the other techs in the office, and avoiding Felicity's eyes.
"Wh-what are you going to do with him?" Felicity asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
"I'm going to get some answers," Oliver said.
"You're going to torture him?" Felicity clarified.
"Yes," he simply stated. Turning to Zhang he asked, "Where?"
Zhang pointed to a small room off of the one they were in. Oliver nodded and headed for it, dropping the man into a chair. He found some duct tape in a box in one corner and began to secure the man to the chair.
Felicity had followed him into the room and she shivered at the methodical way Oliver was tying up the traitor. "Oliver--"
"Not now," he coldly interrupted. "You should go back in the other room. This isn't going to be pretty."
"How do you even know what you're doing?" she asked. The man before her hardly seemed anything like the man she'd shared her bed with the night before.
He decided to give her at least that much. "The people who had me last year? This is what they trained me to do," he said.
"They trained you to be a torturer?"
"They trained me how to get answers out of people, by any means necessary," he confirmed.
"You don't have to do this," she tried to protest.
"Do you have a better idea of how to get answers quickly?" Oliver growled, turning to face her, his eyes cold.
She shook her head.
"I won't hurt him any more than I have to," Oliver promised. "I don't enjoy this, but I've learned that it's effective."
Felicity nodded, sadly, and left the room, closing the door behind her. The last she saw of Oliver was him pulling the shade down over the window.
"I need to get some air," she told Zhang, hurrying from the lab, needing to be as far from what Oliver was doing as possible.