A/N: I do not feel like writing much, but it makes me happy, so I will do it... For my fans... and for my FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Okay, I went a bit overboard, but oh well. I might not get the next one up for a few days, but most likely it will be only two. I love you all.
Oliver was a bit scared. His girlfriend worked for his mother, so that already presented problems, but Felicity was not the best at talking to people. She tended to babble. He didn't want her to slip something about the hood or the very complicated parts of their relationship. He didn't want her to try too hard. He was terrified that his mom wouldn't approve. All of that changed when she walked out of her room in a short green sundress with her hair curled and contacts in. Her makeup was subtle and gave her an entirety different look.
"I've said it before, but green is your colour."
"Give me a deadly bomb collar around my neck anyday. I hate meeting people."
He laughed,"There is the Felicity I know."
"I'm ready. Let's go."
So, they went. When they arrived at the mansion, his mother and sister were waiting. "And so it begins..." Felicity mumbled as they got out of the car.
"So you must be Felicity. We have heard so much about you!"
Felicity tried her best to look calm. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Queen. I mean, Mrs. Steele. Mrs. Queen-Steele?"
Oliver mentally facepalmed. "So it has." he mumbled.
"Moira, please." She said, reaching to shake her hand.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Moira." She corrected herself with a smile.
"Please, do come in." Moira ushered them inside the house.
They sat in the Queen dining room, which itself was bigger than her apartment. The chef came around.
"We will be serving a white cheddar quiche with spinach, scrambled eggs with wild caught crab, and roasted quail."
"Thank you Jacques."
"It is my pleasure, Madam." he politely bowed and returned to the kitchen.
"So, Felicity, you work for my company, do you not?"
"Mom!" Oliver scolded.
"No, it's fine. Yes, I do work for Queen Consolidated. I am an IT girl. If you have a problem with your computer, or need to hack into something, I am your girl."
"Hacking?" She raised an eyebrow.
"White hat, of course. That means I don't go all wikileaks on you, but I use that same technique to hack into your fried computer or write code for the company. Things like that." She was lying out of her ass. Of course during the day she did, but when helping the hood, do you have any clue how many laws she broke?
Oliver noted how calm she seemed.
"How did you meet Oliver?"
"He spilled coffee on his laptop and I recovered every file I could for him. Good thing, too. A lot of the paperwork for the club was on there."
"What happened after that?"
"Well, we started talking and became friends. He kept bringing in projects and I got suspicious, so I followed him down the hall and Diggle was telling him that he might be a billionaire but he needed to quit ruining his equipment and just ask me out on a date, which that next day, he did."
"That is very sweet."
"Nice cover story. I might have to take lessons from you." Oliver whispered in her ear.
"How long have you been dating?"
"Three months." She lied.
Saving her from another question, the first round of rich people food arrived. She put her napkin in her lap and used her fork and knife to cut the quiche. She took one bite and tried not to melt away in her seat. It was the best tasting morsel she had had in a long time. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought. The conversations from there seemed to dull out. Before she knew it, they were saying goodbye.
"I like your family." she said once they were in the car.
"You don't live with them." he replied.
"Are they that bad?"
"My stepfather is missing and I think my mother was a part of it, my sister is a 'recovering' druggie who is dating a thief, they all think I am crazy, and my mother is a member of the Undertaking. Yes, they are that bad."
There was silence in the car for a minute.
Felicity laid her head on Oliver's shoulder. "Well, at least you have another family."
"Although that sounded like something a mobster or gangbanger would say, it is true."
"You are always so optimistic."
"I do try." She laughed, "Hey, Oliver? Can I take a week or two off from the hood? I mean, working with the hood. Not that I don't like it, I just... I just want to have a little me time."
"Sure. I know the feeling. Be back in two weeks. I can handle everything, well, Diggle and I can handle everything."
"Thank you. Can you drop me off at my apartment?"
Tommy and Laurel had been fighting all day. It started with Tommy telling Laurel about the Undertaking. She did not approve. It had been going on for around an hour.
"Laurel, they are going to save the city." Tommy tried to reason with her.
"No, they are going to kill people." She was upset, and when she is upset, she doesn't hold back very well.
"Well so does your hooded hero!"
"He is making this city a better place!"
"So is the Undertaking!"
"No! They are ruining lives!"
"Oh, and Robin Hood doesn't?"
"No, he doesn't. He saves them."
"He is a killer, a murdering, hero-complexed maniac."
"Don't say that about him!"
"If you are going to start defending criminals, you should think about getting paid for it!"
"He is saving our city from becoming a hell hole."
"It already is, Laurel. Take a look around! I am going to help fix it."
"No, your little group of billionaire buddies were the cause of this. I think we have had enough of your way of fixing things."
"My father believed in this cause-"
"Your father nearly killed mine and tortured the vigilante. He was the crazy one!"
"Don't talk about my father like that!" his anger easily visible through his eyes.
"Don't talk about Oliver like that!" She yelled, instantly realizing what she had said. Oliver told her not to tell him.
"What did you say?"
A/N: I got pretty lazy while writing this. I know it was not even close to my best, but I just have had little will to work. Attack of the writer's block! Back to watching Doctor Who, eating king sooper's potatoe soup, and burgers from this place called Pudge Brother's Pizza. They have the best burgers. It will be up either tomorrow night or the next day. I do have to go to a social thing in this park, so knowing me, I will injure myself somehow. (Clumsy me...) Hope you liked it, and boy do I have some twists for you!