So I am a big fan of Arrow and in particular Oliver and Felicity. They are one of the few tv should be couples that I completely root for. I mean come on the chemistry between them is almost unforgivable. That said I thought it would be fun to throw in an original character that just seems to keep crossing Oliver's path. Meant to be a one shot but the more I wrote the longer it became. I really don't intend for this to be very long but will see where it leads. Please let me know what you think. I love reviews.

Chapter One: The First Time They Met

The first time they meant was in an airport in London. He noticed her not because she was particularly stunning, or even in the same social circle as he was but, because she fascinated him. Why he wasn't sure, but something about her caught his eye.

She wore a dark blue parka with a brown lining that seemed three sizes too big for her. Her long wavy brown hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail held at the base of her neck and she wore a worried look on her face as she scanned the crowd before her gazed landed on the only available seat in the waiting area. Her frown deepened slightly as she noticed it was the spot directly next to him. He didn't think she recognized him, why would she, the whole idea about this trip was to get around unnoticed so he wore a baseball cap pulled low on his face and dark sunglasses. In truth he was running away from home, school, and his family just for a while. Sometimes expectations were too much and he was never one for responsibility. At times it was just too much.

She squared her shoulders and walked to her seat sitting down and slightly leaning away from him so that they didn't touch. She slide down in her chair and rested her brown leather back pack on the floor by her feet. She took a deep breath and stared straight ahead for a few minutes and he caught her glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. He knew he should look away but something about her made it impossible and he couldn't help but grin. She quickly looked away and pulled a set of dog tags from under her shirt and fingered them in a soothing gesture as her figures ran over the lettering. He frowned slightly wondering what had happened to such an intriguing person. He was about to ask her when their fight was announced. She seemed to shake herself out of what ever thought she was on and she gathered her bag pulling her ticket from the side pocket and made her way to the ticket counter. He followed making sure he was right behind her.

He lost her once they were on board as everyone shuffled to their seats. Lost her that is until he came to his seat, which she was sitting in. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at her taking off his glasses and tucking them into his shirt pocket.

"Excuse me miss, but I think you're in my seat." She looked up at him with a slightly shocked look and a blush feathering her cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said as she looked at her ticket in confusion and went to stand up.

"No, no. Stay put, I'll take the outside." He flashed her one of his billionaire playboy smiles but she only gave him an annoyed look.

"Well I wouldn't want you to think I owed you anything." She added dryly. Before she could protest further he quickly sat down still smiling at her.

"Why would you owe me anything?"

"Usually when someone does something nice for another it comes with strings attached."

"Well I hate to disappoint you princess, but you're not going to owe me anything." She regarded him for a moment before she gave him a shy reluctant smile. "So she does smile."

"Sorry, I'm just a very nervous flyer." She admitted as the seat belt sign came on and the plane started to taxi down the runway. She gasped and grabbed the closest thing to her which happened to be his hand. He chuckled and turned his palm upward so that their fingers intertwined and he felt p pulse quicken as she suddenly looked down at them and up at him in shock.

"Usually I get a girl a drink first, or a name?" He asked her kindly. She recovered and quickly pulled her hand away letting them settle in her lap. He missed the sudden connection and looked down at her waiting for her to answer.

"I don't drink, but.. my name is Abigail. Abigail Ryan."

"Well it's very nice to meet you. I'm..."

"Oliver Queen. Yes I know." She answered before he could continue. He didn't know rather to laugh or run but she continued and he was relieved. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me." She whispered giving him a smile. "I'm good at keeping secrets." He smiled at that and nodded his head.

"And here I thought I was being clever."

"Oh, it's not your fault. I just see things differently than regular people." She suddenly looked away embarrassed.

"What do you mean?" He asked feeling more curious about her.

"I have an eidetic memory. I remember details and there was another girl waiting for our plane. She had one of those celebrity magazines. Your picture and name were plastered all over it." He gave her another one of his wide smiles. "What?"

"Nothing, I just knew when I first saw you there was something fascinating there."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No, just the ones I like."

"Oh really? Does it usually work for you?"

"Sometimes." The both gave a nervous little laugh and then she continued

"So why is one of the most famous billionaire running away in coach?" He looked at her slightly shocked. "Memory thing remember?" She said answering his unspoken question. He nodded in understanding and took a deep breath.

"Too many family obligations, you know too many expectations. I'm just not sure I can be what they want me to be." She was quiet for a minute before she spoke again. She had a sudden sad look on her face as she once again took the dog tags out she had once before.

"It seems we have more in common than I thought."

"Are you running away too?" She gave him a sad smile before she spoke.

"In a sense, I guess I am." She took off the dog tags and held it so that Oliver could see. "These were my brothers. He served three tours overseas but he wasn't the same when he came home. I tried to understand and be there for him but in the end it wasn't enough. I have no other family so I'm on my own now." She left the statement lingering between them. For several minutes he wasn't sure what to say. Finally he spoke.

"I'm sorry. I guess you never really appreciate what you have until you don't."

"Very true, but you Oliver Queen are going to find your nitch in live very soon. And you are going to be fantastic."

"Thanks Abigail."

"Abby to my friends."

"And Ollie to mine." They smiled to one another and barely spoke another word the rest of the trip. Oliver had never felt more at ease with a complete stranger. It was nice and a little strange that he could feel this way when his own family made it so difficult. But in the very short time he had known Abby she didn't judge him and she talked to him as a person and not at him. It was refreshing.

They started their decent and he noticed her tension. He squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the arm rest. Doing the only thing he could think of, he pried her hand off and held it in both of his hoping to sooth her.

"Hey Abby, look at me. You're okay, I've got you" she hesitated for a minute and gripped his hand back and looked at him. He noticed she tried to hold back her panic and tears.

"Just breath, we're almost there."

"It's not the plane it's the falling part. I hate heights." He was rubbing her hands with slow circular motions trying to calm her down. It seemed to work as her hands stopped shaking and the plane came to a stop.

"See we made it safe and sound." He hesitated in letting her hand go but she pulled it away as they stood up. He helped her retrieve her carry on and followed her off the plane. He was already missing her and he didn't even know her. Once they got to the gate she stopped and turned to look at him.

"Well it was very nice to meet you Oliver."

"Ollie." He corrected and was rewarded a smile.

"Ollie." She repeated. "I do hope you find what you are looking for and thank you. I know I wasn't the best travel companion but thank you just the same." She offered him her hand which he took in both of his again.

"I should thank you. It was enlightening." He turned on that smile again and was rewarded once again with a smile and a blush. They stood there starring at each other in moving until she cleared her throat and pulled her hand away.

"Well I should be going." She turned and walked away. But he stopped her.

"Hey Abby, when can I see you again."

"Oh, I'm sure our paths will cross again Mr. Queen. Very soon." With that said he watched as she disappeared into the crowd. He hoped that it was true as he fished his glasses from his pocket putting them on and pulling his hat down over his head once more. He headed in the opposite direction but stopped to look back once more but didn't spot her. He hoped that he would see her once more. Little did he know that six years later, after being on the island, they would meet. In an elevator and him being a very different man.