Chapter One: Can’t Keep You Off My Mind
When Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak both reach for the last Lego Batman set on the shelf at the same time one December night while holiday present shopping for their kids, they have no idea that their chance encounter is going to change their lives.
{ cover art by Nelly @smoakqueenz }
Rating: M This Chapter’s Word Count: 4806
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“I’m sorry, did you get a lobotomy that I didn’t know about?”
He looked up from the text message from Samantha that he was reading to find Thea waiting for him in his office, leaning against his desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
His brow furrowed, “What?”
“Susan Williams, Oliver? Really?” Laurel asked, walking into his office behind him.
“I was just about to get on him about that,” Thea remarked, disgust clearly painted across her face. “I mean seriously, we’re glad that you’re putting yourself out there and looking for companionship and all, but can you please look somewhere other than a pit of vipers?”
Laurel coughed to a stifle a laugh and he gave them both a reprimanding look.
“I thought you didn’t even like her?” Laurel asked gently. “She’s never had a single good thing to say about your administration.”
“She’s just doing her job,” he justified halfheartedly.
Thea rolled her eyes, “She’s a bit—“
“The last time I checked,” he interrupted her, “commenting on the mayor’s love life wasn’t part of the job description for the chief of staff or the DA.”
“It’s not. This is coming from your sister and your friend,” Laurel pointed out.
“You can do so much better than her Ollie,” Thea added, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Well, if you two had given me a chance to get more than a few words in, I would’ve told you that it was a terrible date and nothing will be happening with her again.” He brushed past them to walk around his desk and settle down into his chair. “Happy now?”
Over the past few months he had gone on a string of dates, searching for someone that made him feel the way he had on that night in December. His efforts had been disappointingly unsuccessful.
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