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 / 1,917 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.
Oliver found Felicity some time later in the courtyard, nursing a cup of coffee.
"Hey," he said quietly.
Despite his slow approach, Felicity still jumped in her seat.
"Sorry, guess I was lost in thought," she apologized. "Join me?"
Oliver gratefully sat next to her on the bench. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to speak to me again," he admitted.
"So was I," she said, turning towards him. She still couldn't meet his eyes as she asked, "Did you get what you needed?"
He nodded. "It was Frank Chen."
"I don't know who that is," Felicity stated.
"He was a business associate of my father's. I know they were working on some big project before we left. Apparently he has ties to the Triad," Oliver told her, his hands clenched into fists on his thighs.
"A-and that man," Felicity hesitantly asked. "Is he still alive?"
"Of course he is," Oliver told her. "Like I told you, I don't enjoy hurting people to get information. I barely needed to hurt him at all, in fact. He folded pretty quickly."
"Really?" Felicity perked up.
"I promise. I left him tied to the chair until my mom gets here and we can figure out what to do with him together. You can see for yourself that he's okay."
"Oh, thank goodness," Felicity said in a rush. "I've been sitting out here trying to reconcile the feelings I was having for you last night with the feelings I was having for you this afternoon."
"You have feelings?" Oliver teased her, butterflies suddenly taking flight in his belly.
"Some," she admitted, blushing deeply.
"I have feelings, too," Oliver whispered, trying to catch her eye.
She looked up at him, surprised. She had assumed that what she was feeling was mostly one sided.
Oliver closed the distance between them, kissing her slowly and with intent.
"I like your feelings," Felicity said against his lips.
Oliver chuckled. Oh yes, he most definitely had feelings for this girl.
Sobering, Felicity asked, "Is that the last time you're going to have to torture someone?"
Oliver quickly had a mental debate with himself, but after watching Felicity in the lab, he decided to take the risk.
"Probably not," he told her, honestly.
"The people who had you last year?" she guessed.
"No." He looked around to make sure they were alone before he pulled his father's notebook from a pocket and handed it to her. "My father didn't die when the Gambit went down. We both made it to the life raft. He gave me this and told me that he had failed the city and he needed me to right his wrongs and then he shot himself."
"Oh, God, Oliver," Felicity gasped, holding his hand.
"At first I thought it was just a blank notebook, but one day I was holding it over the fire and a bunch of names appeared. The whole thing filled up with names as I turned the pages over the fire. These are the names of the people who are ruining my city. I need to honor my father by eliminating them."
"So you're going to, what? Become some kind of vigilante?" Felicity asked, scoffing at the idea.
"Precisely," Oliver told her.
"You can't be serious," she said, flipping through the notebook. "There have to be hundreds of names in here. You can't plan on killing all of these people."
"I don't plan on killing anyone," Oliver said. "I will, however, make them pay in whatever manner best fits their individual crimes. These people are slumlords, cost-cutters; selfish people only out to make a profit at the expense of everyone else. They've gotten away with it for too long. They need to be made to pay."
"So dig up dirt on them and give it to the cops," Felicity suggested. "Let the legal system deal with them."
"Most of these people have judges and cops in their pockets. It's how they've gotten away with this for so long. The law won't help, so it's up to us."
He looked into her eyes as he finished speaking.
"Us?" Felicity squeaked. "As in you and me?"
"I need your help with this," Oliver implored. "I don't doubt that I can find these guys and dole out their punishment, but I could really use a partner. You're smart. Watching you today, I know you'll be able to help me catch these guys better and faster than I could on my own. Possibly even without having to harm them physically."
"I'm going to have to think about this," Felicity told him. "I don't know if this is something that I want to be involved in."
"I know it's a lot to drop on you at once, but we can do some real good together," Oliver said. "And just think of all the time we'll get to spend together while fighting crime." He bumped her shoulder with his.
"Where would we even do this?"
"I have a plan." When she looked at him incredulously, he added, "What? I've had a lot of time to think over the past three years. We used to have a steel factory in the Glades that was shut down years before I got on that damned boat. If it's still abandoned, I want to build a base of operations on one of the lower levels and open a nightclub above it. It'll be the perfect cover for playboy Oliver Queen. That way no one will question where I spend my nights because nightclub owners are expected to be out late."
"Wow, you really have thought this through," Felicity said, impressed. "If, and that's a big, IF, I agree to join on, I would get to be in charge of the tech that goes into the...lair."
Oliver grinned. "You've got a deal," he said. He sealed his promise with a kiss.
Felicity was handing the notebook back to Oliver when they heard a woman yelling from the other side of the courtyard, "Where is my son? Where is Oliver Queen?"
Oliver jumped to his feet, calling out, "Mom?"
Moira spun to face him and nearly collapsed when she saw him running towards her. He pulled her into a hug, taking her weight.
"It's really you, my darling boy," she said through her tears. She stood back, taking a look at him, keeping hold of one of his hands. She noticed he'd filled out since she'd seen him last, and his hair… She ran her hand over it and said, "We'll get you cleaned up when you get home."
Oliver smiled, knowing that she wouldn't like the hair. He saw Felicity standing back and he gestured her over, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Mom, I'd like you to meet Felicity Smoak. Felicity, this is my mom, Moira Queen. And you already know Walter Steele. It's good to see you again."
"It's wonderful to see you again, too, Oliver," Walter said. "Ms. Smoak, you're looking well after your ordeal."
"Thanks to Oliver, I came through relatively unscathed," she agreed. "Thank you for coming all this way to make sure I was alright."
"Think nothing of it," he said. "Have you been able to learn who was behind this?"
Felicity glanced up at Oliver before saying, "Perhaps we should move this conversation to my lab where we'll have a bit more privacy."
All parties agreed and they made their way into the building. Oliver reluctantly let her take Walter's proffered arm as he escorted his mother up to the lab.
Dr. Zhang was still in the lab and met them at the door. "I'm glad you're back, he's starting to complain, loudly."
Before Felicity or Oliver could respond, Walter asked, "Who is starting to complain?"
Oliver glared at Zhang before crossing to the closed door of the room he'd used for his interrogation. He opened the door for Walter.
"This is the man who put code onto Felicity's test tablet with a backdoor to the Queen Consolidated mainframe," Oliver informed everyone. "He is a member of the Chinese Triad and did this on the orders of Frank Chen."
"That can't be right," Moira objected. "Frank's been a friend of the family for years."
"Apparently that friendship is over," Felicity said from the doorway. The man looked relatively unharmed, if a lot angry.
"Thank you, my dear, but this is hardly any of your concern," Moira said, dismissively.
"I beg to differ," Felicity said at the same time that Oliver said, "How can you say that?"
Felicity slowly walked up to Moira, all but pointing a finger into her chest. "I was kidnapped and almost died, a couple of times, because of that tablet. I very much think this concerns me."
Oliver had moved to stand behind her, radiating pride that this girl, woman, was standing up to his mother. Not many people could do that.
Moira watched as Oliver stood beside the girl. She saw the way he looked at her. She also couldn't help but be impressed that this girl had the nerve to stand up to her.
"Of course, it does," Walter said, trying to head off a confrontation between the women in the room.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted to do with him," Oliver said, changing the topic and nodding at the man bound to the chair.
"Hand him over to the local authorities," Moira said decisively. "I'm sure the Triad will take care of him once they learn that he has opened his mouth."
"Mom," Oliver gasped. "That's basically setting him up to be killed."
"So? He was the instrument to what could have been something extremely dangerous to our company. He could have been the gateway to our ruin. Let them have him."
Oliver had never seen this side of his mother before and he was starting to wonder if he knew as little about her as he had about his father.
"The important thing," Moira said, stepping up to Oliver, "is to get you home."
"About that?" Felicity piped up. "I was wondering; how do you plan on getting him home without a passport? Wasn't he officially declared dead?"
"I suppose a quick stop at the Embassy is in order," Walter said with a sigh.
"We know people there who should be able to assist us," Moira added. "If nothing else, a fingerprint match should help prove his identity. Oliver's been arrested often enough for there to be records of his fingerprints."
"You've been arrested?" Felicity repeated. Oliver just shrugged.
"Ms. Smoak, perhaps you should join us. Our security team will be able to keep watch over you in case the Triad is still after you."
Felicity shivered, unconsciously leaning closer to Oliver. "Thank you. What do you want to do with the tablet?"
"What do you suggest?" Walter countered.
"I think I should keep it. Once I have time to dig into the code I can take it apart. Make this just a regular old tablet," Felicity suggested. "Although we should probably also take any other test tablets that have been manufactured so I can check those over too."
"Agreed." Walter turned to Zhang. "Please recover all of the tablets and make sure they are delivered to our plane in the next three hours." He handed Zhang a business card with the airfield's address.
"Of course," Zhang agreed. "Ms. Smoak, it has been a pleasure to work with you."
"You too," she replied, gathering her belongings and following the Queens out.