For now this is a one-shot.

I really like Felicity's awkward nature and her interactions with Oliver.

Comments are appreciated.

Enjoy.

Felicity Smoak:

Sitting in her bed staring at the list of names for the like the thousand time, Felicity felt her eyes cross in protest. She wasn't even sure why she continued to stare at it. It wasn't as if the answer to the 'puzzle of the list' was going to suddenly jump out of her tablet screen and smack her in the face.

Although, that would be extremely handy, but alas the world didn't work that way.

Felicity hated mysteries of any kind. Even if this particular one was dangerous, as Mr. Steele had warned her, she just needed to know the answer. And this was definitely a head scratcher.

She knew she came across as a know-it-all, but really she just couldn't control her mouth. She liked learning about new things, liked figuring out how things worked. She also liked telling people about the things she learned. Not that many people cared that the 57 on a Heinz ketchup bottles represents the number of varieties of pickles the company once had or that the word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want. Those kind of facts interested her and they would come spilling from her mouth if a person said something that reminded her of them or when she felt uncomfortable and needed to fill the silence. That happened a lot too.

She was also honest. Mainly, because she lacked a brain to mouth filter. She thought it, she said it, all without thinking it through. It had gotten her in trouble more than once, as a child, and a teenager, and an adult. Okay, so it tended to get her in trouble a lot. But she couldn't help it, no matter how she tried. Besides it was part of who she was. She wasn't about to change that now.

But...

If she had to change something about herself it would probably be her tendency to babble when she got nervous, or excited, or tired, or maybe just in general.

Thoughts of babbling made her think of Oliver Queen. She had been worried when she heard he was in a bike accident. She'd immediately rang Mr. Steele to find out if Oliver was alright and if there was anything she could do.

Thankfully, Mr. Steele had reassured her that he was going to make a full recovery.

Sighing heavily, Felicity couldn't help thinking about her meeting with Oliver earlier that day. She'd all but accused him (with the tone of her voice) of walking in on her getting undressed. He'd startled her with his unexpected visit, while she'd been staring at the list (again). Not that she hadn't entertained a fantasy or two about the resident bad boy being naked herself...

No Felicity! Bad Felicity! She mentally berated herself for letting her mind go there (again). Must not think of the boss...Kind of boss...Technically Oliver wasn't her boss, that would be Mr. Steele, but...It did say Queen above the door, so in some, round about twisted way, Oliver was her boss once removed. Or twice removed if you added Moira Queen into the equation.

Felicity sighed again. She couldn't even control the babbling in her own head. There really was no hope for her to rein in the babbling in public, if she couldn't control it in her mind.

She forced her mind back to her original point she'd been trying to make. She should not be thinking of Mr. Queen and nakedness in the same thought. They should be kept entirely separate. Even if she did think that he would have an amazing body underneath those clothes of his. And she would really like to see it for herself...

Gah! She was acting like a school girl with a crush. And Oliver Queen was so far out of her league, it wasn't even funny. If this were high school he would be the jock that all the girls drooled over (including her) and she would be the mousy computer geek with a smart mouth. Guys only noticed her if they needed their homework done (seriously that had happened on more than one occasion).

But he had called her remarkable. He seemed to genuinely mean it too. It was a little pathetic how much that one comment meant to her. It was also nice too be acknowledged for her computer skills (especially since she was so proud of them), even if it were under suspicious circumstance.

Arrows for his friend Steve, her left butt cheek.

There was something hinky going on with Oliver Queen. She'd bet her favourite computer on it (and that was not an easy feat, as that computer was like her baby). All those odd little requests he had for her, from the bullet riddled laptop, to finding an 'old friend' and now these arrows.

Felicity wasn't stupid. Far from it actually, her babbling and irrational fear of kangaroos not withstanding. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she took pleasure in her intelligence. It was what she had going for her and she was going to make good use of it.

Oliver was yet another mystery that was bugging her. His return home coinciding with the appearance of the vigilantly, his too-still presence, the aforementioned odd requests, particularly the arrow one.

Either he knew something about the Hooded Man or well...

Felicity fell back against her pillow's, her tablet resting against her chest. She had a wild imagination, that was the problem. She was just seeing conspiracies and unicorns, where there were none.

Oliver Queen was just a weird guy, with really weird problems.

No way was he the man in the hood...