Reasons
{Okay so I’ve been thinking about next weeks episode wayyy too much. And who doesn’t love to do a oneshot when you’re supposed to be working on your multi-chapter fic.}
Based on speculations for season 4
Felicity looked over her report one last time before she hit send. She hoped beyond anything that would be enough for the guys in accounting to not need her to come back down six floors for clerical work. She was starting to get why Oliver had such an aversion to being the boss back when he ran the company, but even so she did love being the boss. I was nice having everyone count on her. Plus the added bonus of getting people to do what she wanted them too.
“Miss Smoak?” She looked up to see Curtis in front of her a desk, a puppy dog look of apprehension on his face. He faces one card throwing wackjob, and the man looks perpetually scared. She made a mental note to never suggest he vacation in Vegas.
“Curtis, I told you already, if we are going to keep working so closely, you have to start calling me Felicity.” She paused giving him a smile. “Please.”
“Okay, Felicity,” he still looked panicked as he glanced back to the glass door of her office.
“Did you need something?”
“There’s just, kind of this tall scary dude in the hall,” he replied in a rush. “He says he knows you, but last week we were attacked and I saw my boss fire a gun, and I’m pretty sure my insurance doesn’t cover the large therapy bill I already need, let alone added stress, so I just thought I’d come and tell you. And well ask if we should call security?”
She gave Curtis a minute to catch his breath as she cocked her head to the side. “A tall scary dude?”
“Yeah, I mean he’s handsome, objectively, kinda stoic faced, broad shoulders.” He trailed off with a shrug. “But I assumed you’d want to know, especially if you don’t know him.”
She catalogued the description, knowing full well who in her group could possibly be in her place of work this time of day. Felicity sighed as she stood from her desk, walking past Curtis, and into the hall.
Sure enough right by the elevators, stood John. His head turned slightly to greet her with a smile.
“Digg, whatcha doing out here?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip for good measure.
“I’m here for lunch,” he replied.
“It’s 9:30 in the morning.”
“Guess I’m early.”
“John,” Felicity moved closer until she was right in front of him. “I’m going to ask you a question, one question, and you’re going to give me a yes or no answer, otherwise I will be forced to call your wife. Did Oliver send you here to keep an eye on me?”
Digg chuckled softly, but she could already see the truth forming in his eyes.
“Unbelievable.”
“He’s worried for you,” Digg continued. “You were attacked last week, and with the mayoral announcement. He thinks you’d be safer with a bodyguard. And you know what, so do I.”
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” she retorted with a groan. “But Oliver might, when I get through with him.”
“You can not blame the man for wanting to keep the woman he loves safe.”
“Remember when the two of you weren’t back to being buddy/buddy? Recall that feeling long enough to stay here while I go see my boyfriend at his campaign office.” She moved around him, pushing one of the elevator buttons to go down. But her friend just moved along with her, waiting for the lift to ding.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I’m sorry Felicity. I am under strict instructions to not let you leave this building without an escort,” Digg shrugged.
The elevator arrived and they both climbed into it. She glared. “You know technically if Oliver is paying you to keep me safe, then I am also paying you. Which makes me your boss, which means you should listen to me.”
“Well see if Oliver was paying me to keep you safe, that would be a fair conclusion. But since this is the safety of one of my closest friends, I’m going to have to decline listening to you.”
She huffed in annoyance. Fine then. If John wasn’t going to listen to her, then she was just going to not talk to him until they got to campaign headquarters.
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It was harder than she thought to keep quiet that long. Apparently she was not designed to be the strong silent type. So by the time they reached Oliver’s office her and John were actually making plans for a couples dinner later that week.
“You coming in?” she turned to ask, when her friend leaned himself against the hood of the car.
“To watch you yell at Oliver? No thanks I got enough of that for three years straight. And that was before the two of you started literally kissing to make up.”
“I assure you we will not be kissing.”
She barely heard him mutter something about her and Oliver’s lies being perfect for each other.
The office was bustling when she entered. Interns and such running around. Stuffing envelopes, .folding flyers, and stapling signs. Yeah Oliver had made a lot of progress over the last week, but this things were nowhere near running at full capacity. She was starting to regret torpedoing her way down here. It’s not like talking to Oliver couldn’t wait until they were home, and not within hearing distance of about two dozen college students.
“Hey,” Thea greeted her, a stack of flyers clutched in her arms. “Ollie didn’t say you were stopping by.”
“Oh that’s because your brother is in for a rude awakening,” She returned with a smile. “Is he in his office?”
“I think so,” the younger Queen replied in confusion. “Hey where’s Digg? I thought he was supposed to be with you?”
“You knew about this?”
Thea paused as she became aware of what was going on. “Ollie didn’t mention it to you?”
“No, he did not,” she confirmed. “Now if you excuse me.”
She finally reached the back office, after only minorly bumping into an intern with a box of pastries. Luckily the box was still sealed. Oliver was seated at his desk as Alex showed him the latest polling numbers. He looked bored.
As if he had a magic sense of her at all times, he lifted his gaze when she was at the door frame. A smile growing on his face.
“This is a surprise,” he greeted. Alex turned and offered a small wave as a hello, but resumed looking over the papers in front of them. That was until Oliver cleared his throat, and the young man looked at him. “Do you mind giving us a few minutes, Alex?”
“Uh, sure Mr. Queen.” Alex stood, gathering up his work. “Miss Smoak, hope your day is well.”
She smiled at him, but waited until they were alone to speak. “So good day?”
Oliver reached out for her, and she couldn’t help but let herself be drawn closer, until their hands intertwined. “Better now that you’re here.”
He leaned in from his seat, until their lips brushed together. She let herself melt into it. Because yes she was weak when it came to kissing her boyfriend, regardless of if she was mad at him or not. Damn him and his lips and face and, well everything.
But she was still annoyed, and she was not going to let any fantasies of the two of them on a desk get in the way of her train of thought.
She pulled back, even if the groan of protest from Oliver almost made her stop, and looked at him.
“I came here for a reason.”
“Something tells me if was not for kissing,” he replied with a smirk.
“Care to take a guess as to who has taken up residence in my office hallway?” she asked, because there was no reason to beat around the bush.
She had to give him credit, he at least looked like he was attempting a plausible excuse, even though they both knew he didn’t have one. “I can explain.”
“Explain that you didn’t feel the need to share with me your desire to have our friend lurk in my office building?”
“Lurking is not what Digg does and you know it. He’s just there for… support.”
“Well I happened to have a security that I employ,” she said shaking her head. “Nice guys, all wear logos that say Palmer Tech security team, on them. I do not need John standing outside my office making the rest of my employees feel like the roof is going to cave in any second.”
Oliver stood up quick, moving until he was in front of her. He made sure they were eye level before he spoke. “You were attacked Felicity. A guy walked straight into your building and attacked you. Yes you were able to fend him off, and I am more than thankful for that.”
“Oliver--”
“I can’t lose you,” he cut in reaching a hand out to rest on her cheek. “But I also can’t be next to you 24/7. So if having you pissed at me for wanting to keep you safe when I’m not around is the punishment I get, I’ll take it. Because it beats the alternative.”
She’d leaned into his touch, letting her head rest in his hand. “You kinda took the fire out of my whole storming down here.”
But she was smiling. Of course she was smiling. And of course she understood how Oliver felt. How all he wanted was to know she was safe.
“Sorry,” he replied with a shrug, then leaned in kissing her cheek. “But since you’re already here I do have some free time until lunch.”
She smiled, using her own hand to guide his mouth towards hers.
Maybe John was right, the kissing to make up was so the best part of their new relationship.