So this is my take on a different way to Olicity. I have so many plot bunnies in my head that I hope I can get them all out. Please let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue. I know it is short but it's a start. If it's liked, I will continue!

Not beta'd...all mistakes are mine!

I own nothing or Olicity would be very real, every week!

Chapter 1

Sara sighed as she fanned herself, "he is soooo hot!" She then smiled and tossed the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly to Felicity.

Felicity laughed, "yeah, he's okay."

"Okay? Seriously? Just okay?" Sara looked appalled at Felicity's statement as if she had said something akin to it only being terrible to traffic human beings outside of the United States.

"He is hot, don't get me wrong, but I can think of others who are much more dreamy." Sara didn't miss the wandering eye of Felicity Smoak as Oliver climbed another rung on the salmon ladder above her head.

Rolling her eyes, Sara laughed, "Charlie Hunnam is the most delicious man ever created. He has that dark side that makes you want to be bad, he drives a Harley, and he is the male lead of an amazing show. What more could you want? I'm going to marry him someday."

Felicity saw the dreaminess float back into Sara's eyes and an idea struck her. "Give me just a minute…."

Sara watched enthralled as Felicity did some clicking on her keyboard. Just a few strokes, "ah-ha! I did it."

"Did what?" Sara had joined Felicity behind her screens and was looking to see what had happened. It was something great if Felicity's face were any indication.

"Just a few clicks…." Felicity was in her own world at this point, her fingers flying faster than Sara had ever seen her type before. "You want to marry Charlie Hunnam? With one click I can make it legal."

Felicity moved over so Sara could see the screen. Bold letters at the top of the screen read Clark County Nevada Records. Sara scanned down the page to see information filled out on a very official looking form. The top of the form read Certified Abstract of Marriage.

"Felicity, did you just hack into government records?"

Felicity looked all too pleased with herself, "why yes, I did. If you want to be Charlie Hunnam's wife, all you have to do is click there and it is a legally binding document. One click and he is all yours. I mean obviously he might not be aware of the marriage but it would be legal. I covered my bases so they'd never know where it came from."

"As great as that sounds, and as beautiful as the man is," Sara looked longingly at the picture of the man again. He just looked so rugged. She could almost imaging running her hands through his blonde locks. "I don't want to get married that way. I want a real wedding, ya know? Bridesmaids, bachelorette party, the white poofy dress, and my father walking me down the isle."

Felicity plastered a sad smile on her face, "that's a nice thought but as though I don't have a father, and, let's face it…who would want to marry me anyway, I don't think the whole eight course meal and tossing the bouquet is my thing. Quick and easy. Wham, bam, thank ya ma'am."

"Of course someone would want to marry you, you just haven't found the right guy." Sara reassured her, placing a hand on her friends shoulder. "He's out there, I promise." Sara once again didn't miss the look of longing her friend gave Oliver but chose to not comment on it. "It will happen, I promise."

Felicity sighed, "I won't hold my breath."

"Felicity!" Oliver yelled from his place on the sparring mats. "Come here for a minute will you?"

Felicity smiled and pushed her chair back. "Duty calls."

Sara watched as Felicity walked towards Oliver. His time on the salmon ladder had broken open a wound that had been healing on his left palm. Oliver had slipped up the previous night when trying to take down a bank robber and narrowly missed being gutted like a fish. The blade had given a shallow gash across his palm. It wasn't too deep but Felicity had been making sure it was clean and bandaged for him.

As she watched the couple before her, she knew they were both being stupid. Felicity was obviously in love with Oliver and Oliver was obviously in love with Felicity but both parties seemed to ignore what was happening between them. The longing looks when each of them thought the other wasn't looking was killing Sara and the building sexual tension made her almost need a hot shower each night. She was well versed in what Oliver's hands could do to a body and while she no longer was on the receiving end of those hands, she knew something had to give.

Looking down, a thought occurred to Sara. Grinning to herself she plopped down in Felicity's chair and began typing away. This time she did not hesitate to hit send. While her friends might be blind, she had her eyes wide open.

So? Anyone want me to continue?