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: 22,000 story / 666 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.
Life had been a whirlwind for Felicity since her return from China. When she returned to work, she was hailed as the one who had rescued the long lost heir of the company. Her face was being splashed across every media outlet and tabloid as the savior and new girlfriend of the playboy castaway Oliver Queen.
They found that their attraction and easiness around each other only grew once they were home and they were officially recognized as a couple now.
She had freaked out, just a bit, over all of the media attention, but Oliver managed to calm her down. He was well used to being in the center of the public's eye and helped her adjust to her sudden local fame.
Only it wasn't so local.
Her mother called her, multiple times, when she saw Felicity's photo on TMZ and demanded to know a) how she'd become involved with a billionaire and b) was she okay after being kidnapped?
In that order.
Felicity gave her the real story, not the one they'd given to the press, and swore her to secrecy. Company secrets and all that. Donna promised to keep the secret, just glad her baby was alright.
She may not have a lot in common with her mother, but Felicity knew that she loved her.
Once he had settled back into life at the mansion and spent some time reconnecting with Thea and his best friend, Tommy Merlyn, Oliver followed through with the plan he'd invited Felicity in on.
While he worked on clearing a place in the factory's sub-basement and brought in generators and other equipment, Oliver continued to work on getting Felicity to agree to help him.
She finally agreed to help him out, provisionally, and immediately started to order state-of-the-art computer equipment for them to use, with Oliver's credit card. If this operation was going to work, she was going to have to design her own encrypted server. That would be a breeze for the new Assistant Director of IT at Queen Consolidated.
Walter created the position for her upon their return to Starling City. This would give her the time to work on the dozen or so tablets they'd brought back with them from China, without having to deal with the menial duties she'd been performing in IT prior to her trip. Once that was done, she'd work on other special projects.
Felicity quickly learned that one of the perks of working in the lair with Oliver was that he liked to work out shirtless. And he worked out a lot. She found herself often losing track of what she was doing while watching Oliver on the salmon ladder, one of their favorite pieces of exercise equipment - his to use, hers to watch him on.
The first person they went after was Frank Chen. Felicity attacked him electronically, liquidating his company's assets before going after his personal finances. Once his leverage was taken away, Oliver paid him a visit. The injuries weren't life threatening, but would be a constant reminder of how Chen had failed his city.
Oliver's bodyguard, John Diggle, was brought in on their mission after Diggle was shot by Oliver's target, Deadshot. Felicity liked Diggle, so she was glad to not have to keep their secret from him anymore. When he'd at first refused to join them - going so far as to quit being Oliver's bodyguard, not that he really needed one - she was the one who convinced him that what they were doing was a good thing.
On the nights when Oliver spent the night at her place, which was most nights, they continued to read The Odyssey to each other before bed; if they weren't too exhausted to do so.
Which they often were.
Felicity often wondered if she'd ever find out how the book ended.
But it didn't really matter. It was Oliver's story anyway, and he'd made it home.
That was all she could ask for.