A/N: Post Heir to the Demon. TVD crossover - kind of. Just Damon Salvatore will be in Starling City. Will be Oliver/Felicity. This will be dark-ish - well darker Felicity than the show. It was a random idea that came to me - what if Felicity wasn't the weak one of the team anymore.

Oliver and Sarah. Sarah and Oliver. She should have seen that one coming. She grabbed a pint of Ben & Jerry's mint chocolate chip out of the freezer. God, how could she be so stupid. Oliver would never see her as anything more than his Girl Wednesday.

Because of the life that I lead, I just think that it's better to not be with someone that I could really care about.

What a lie that had been. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured a generous amount in her glass. Wine and ice cream. It would fix all her problems. Felicity wondered how much wine it would take to forget the scene she walked in on earlier that night. Thinking it would be a lot, she took the entire bottle with her to the couch.

Before she started to eat her weight in ice cream, she reached for her cell phone and pressed speed dial three. It rang. Once, then twice.

"Starling City Psychiatric Hospital," a firm called through.

"Hi. My name is Felicity Smoak. Daughter of Martha Smoak. Calling in for her weekly phone call," Felicity voice wavered.

"Ms. Smoak, there's a flag on your mother's account. Let me get a manager to speak to you," The lady said.

Felicity sighed. What she hadn't told Oliver is that after her father abandoned both her mother and her, her mom couldn't handle it. Her father left her at age five and from age five onward, Felicity had to learn to take care of herself. Her mom spent the first year crying. There was never food in the house. Nothing was cleaned. Felicity didn't have clean clothes or a warm coat. In winter in New York City, that was hard. She didn't know what to do.

If it weren't for her neighbor, Ellen, Felicity would have been lost. Ellen gave her food, clean clothes and helped make sure she got to school. Ellen was a widow that worked in IT at a big company in New York. She gave Felicity her first computer and taught her how to take care of herself. From then on out, Felicity didn't rely on her mom anymore.

By age 8, her mom was over her grief and out there sleeping with every man while Felicity cleaned up the house, went to school and in her free time took apart and put together her computer. By age 11, her mom became paranoid. Paranoid that Felicity's dad would come back and steal her away. Paranoid that somebody was watching them. Felicity started spending more time in her room with her computer than in the outside world.

By age 15, Felicity noticed her mom talking to herself. Her mom would say there were people in the room. Felicity stopped coming home every night. Instead she met other computer geeks like herself and was slowly introduced to the hacker world. A month before Felicity's 18th birthday, her mom tried to kill herself. Felicity found her in the kitchen, wrists slit. Bleeding. She called 911. Schizophrenia. Her mom. She remembers regretting all the time she called her mom crazy.

At almost 18, Felicity was no longer the girl who spent her time in the library. Instead she spent her time at shady coffee shops and warehouses, with other hackers. She hacked her way out of the foster system. She got her mom into a psychiatric center in Boston. She would be going to college – M.I.T on a full ride. She hacked her way into her dad's life insurance money, getting full control of it. She was a survivor and she had survived a lot.

Then, she hacked herself a new life. She got rid of the police reports about her mom. Hid the fact that she was crazy. When she got a job with Queens Consolidated, she moved her mom to Starling City Psychiatric Hospital. And hid her paper trail. To the public eye, Felicity's dad was a dentist and her mom was a teacher, both living in New York City but divorced.

"Ms. Smoak, sorry to keep you waiting," another lady came onto the line. "Your mom found a nail and tried to slit her writs this afternoon. We tried calling you, and left a voicemail. She's recovering now. Would you like to come by and visit her tomorrow?"

Felicity sighed. "I can't. I'll come sometime during the week. Thank you." Felicity immediately hung up.

She let out a frustrated scream. At the same time, images of what she walked in on earlier came back to her.

Earlier that night she needed to go to the Foundry to pick up her research on Isabel. Even though Isabel had slept with Oliver, she was still on the list and Felicity had been doing some research in her free time.

As soon as she walked down the stairs, she saw lots of skin. Oliver and Sarah were lying on the training mat with a blanket over their bottom halves. Sarah was wrapped in Oliver's arms and he was staring at her lovingly.

"Ohmygod," Felicity's whispered. Both Oliver and Sarah heard her and immediately pulled the blanket over Sarah's top half. "Um, sorry. I was just coming down here to grab research. I'm just…."

Felicity's eyes went to the blanket covering. Her blanket. The one she snuggles in and occasionally gives to Oliver when he's not feeling well. She could feel tears starting to form. Her eyes met Oliver's and she turned and ran.

Looking back at it. She looked like a lovesick fool. She chuckled. Wine would not be enough. She snapped the elastic holding her hair together. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders. She got up and rush to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. She didn't need wine and ice cream, she needed a bar.

And bourbon. Lots of bourbon.

She slid onto the only empty bar stool at the dive bar in her neighborhood. It was busy, but it was a Friday night so that wasn't surprising. The bartender came over to her and asked her what she wanted.

"Double Baker's bourbon, on the rocks," Felicity said quickly before she changed her mind.

"A girl after my own heart," the guy on the barstool next to her said. "Bourbon heart that is."

She ignored him, not even giving him a glance.

"Alex, put her drink on my tab," he continued.

She turned. "Thanks.. but…" she stopped talking. Her mouth hung open.

He was gorgeous. She could tell her was tall, even sitting down. Probably 27 or 28 years old. He has a light complexion with olive undertones. His bone structure. She could stare at those high cheekbones and jaw line all day. His black hair hangs just over his ears. But what really made her stop talking was his striking, intense blue eyes and his smirk. He wore dark jeans, a black v-neck and a black leather jacket.

She grinned at him with some confidence and held out her hand. "Felicity Smoak, wine lover, occasional bourbon drinker – when the night warrants it."

"And what makes tonight a bourbon night?" He asked.

The bartender set her drink in front of her and she took a big swig. "The truth?"

He smirked and finished the rest of his drink. He signaled to Alex for another. "No, lie to me."

Felicity laughed. "I'm going to tell you the truth, since I hate lies and secrets. The guy that I've been in love with for over a year, slept with someone else tonight. And it just makes me realize no matter how honest I am for him, no matter how much time I give to him or how much of my life I give up for him, he'll never see me as more than just – Felicity, his friend."

The stranger stared at her, his gaze piercing her. "Love sucks." He looked back at his bourbon gloomily.

"So stranger at a bar, who never told me his name, what's your story?" Felicity asked shyly.

He chuckled. "Short version: My girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, is done with me and now pursuing my brother. The long version would take forever to explain," he spun her so she was facing him.

He grabbed her hand. "Damon Salvatore." He brought her hand to his lips, leaving a light kiss.

"Your girlfriend dumped you for your brother? That's rough," Felicity blurted out. "Sorry, I mean obviously it's rough. You're here. In this bar. In not the best part of Starling City…."

She realized she was rambling and stopped talking. She bit her lip and blushed.

Damon laughed. "You're sexy."

"Oh," Felicity whispered. "Nobody's called me sexy before. Cute yes, pretty yes… I'm not really the sexy kind of girl. I mean there's girls like Sarah. That's sexy. But you don't know Sarah. So you have no idea who I'm talking about…"

Her phone rang. Oliver calling. She pressed the ignore button.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Damon asked downing the remainder of his drink and putting down cash on the counter. He got up. And held out his hand to her.

She looked unsure.

"Come on. Live a little Felicity. Do you want to look back at this moment and say how you wish you would've have taken the hand of that handsome stud and had the night of your life instead of going home tipsy and watching Netflix? No. You want to say you took his hand."

She bit her lip again thinking through her options. Her phone rang again. Oliver calling. She pressed ignore, turned her phone off and drank the reminder of her drink.

"Ok," She got out up, suddenly feeling the bourbon hit her head. She gave a big smile. "Where are we going?"

He grinned ushering her to a blue Camaro convertible. "Wherever you want to go princess."

He opened her door. "I know a club. I'm on the VIP list. I could dance." She slid into the leather seats. Damon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I happen to be an amazing dancer," He jumped into the driver seat.

"She isn't picking up. She turned her phone off," Oliver threw his phone down in frustration. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and watched.

"Man, she's probably asleep, or in the middle of a Doctor Who marathon," Diggle shrugged. "I can run the program."

Oliver punched the dummy in front of him. He knew why she wasn't answering. It was because of what she walked in on earlier. There had been reports on the news of a break in at Starling City Bank. Two guys were caught on camera, but someone else was running the entire operation - the police were calling The Clock King. By the reports, this was the third vault he had broken into.

"Where's Roy?" Oliver asked as he hit the dummy again. "He's supposed to be training right now."

"I think he's upstairs. Helping Thea out," Diggle said from Felicity's computer chair. Diggle opened up the facial recognition program and ran it on the robber.

Dig saw a file laying on the table, hard copy, and picked it up. Opening it up, he sifted through the information. His eyes widened.

"Did you know Felicity had been looking into Isabel?" Dig asked in a surprised voice.

Oliver stopped hitting and walked over to Diggle. Sarah joined them. "Isabel, your partner Isabel?" Sarah asked.

"Why wouldn't she tell us?" Diggle grabbed a sheet of paper that had her messy handwriting. It had Oliver's name written on it with both his parents and lines connecting Isabel to Robert Queen and Oliver. In scribbles the word Siberia was written followed by a bunch of question marks.

"Looks like she made a connection between Isabel and your dad," Sarah said. Oliver grabbed the paperwork and threw it on the desk.

"It's probably nothing," Oliver huffed. "Let's focus on finding this guy. I'm going to text Roy."

Roy grabbed another box from the back and brought it around to the bar. He tapped the bartender on the back. "More vodka man," Roy nodded to the box. The bartender thanked him.

His phone buzzed. A text from Oliver. We need you downstairs. You're supposed to be training. Roy rolled his eyes. Oliver was never one was pleasantries. He scanned the club looking for Thea to let her know he was heading out, but instead his eyes found a familiar blonde.

Felicity was dancing and laughing with someone he didn't recognize. The stranger grinned and his hands moved from her lower back to her rear. He pulled her closer to him. Roy's eyes widened. He quickly texted Thea that he leaving and rushed toward the basement door.

He punched in the code he had memorized and rushed down the stairs. Oliver and Sarah were whispering in the corner and Diggle was sitting at Felicity's computer. Did they know she was upstairs dancing unusually close with a stranger?

"So…" Roy spoke interrupting the group. "Team Arrow meeting? Welcome back Sarah."

Sarah nodded to him and smiled. "Thanks. I guess Oliver and Dig filled you in on my return."

Roy chuckled. "Nah, Felicity sent me updates through the week about the League and you being back in town. She told me to keep myself and Thea out of it until they were out of town. She looks out for Team Arrow, you know. Team Arrow Mom." Roy joked around.

"I told you not to call us that. There was a break in tonight, at Starling City Bank," Oliver said from the dummy. "Get over here. We're training. We also have a new guy to take down."

Oliver turned to Arrow mode quickly. Diggle pulled up the footage and played it on the bigger screen.

"Interesting…" Roy whispered. He hit the dummy like Oliver was, trying to control his strength. "That's some hacker, opening up the vault. Felicity probably knows what he's doing…"

"Maybe. Diggle's running facial recognition software," Oliver said.

Roy decided to ask the question he'd be wanting to. "So Smoak get the night off?"

Oliver was hitting his dummy but tensed up at her name. Both Sarah and Roy noticed.

"She isn't answering her phone," Diggle said. "Probably asleep. God knows that girl needs it."

Roy chuckled. Everyone looked at him. "If by asleep you mean upstairs in the club dancing with someone she must be pretty close with, I mean by the way they were dancing. She looked a little tipsy."

Oliver grabbed a towel and walked over to the computers. "Diggle. Video. Of the club. Now."

The right most monitor pulled up cameras of the club. Roy pointed at camera 5. "Right there."

Diggle clicked on camera 5 making it full screen. Felicity was grinding on the same stranger and his hands were touching every part of her. Oliver's eyes narrowed. He grabbed a shirt. "She's drunk. I'm going to get her."

Roy grabbed his arm. "Dude, you can't go up sweaty and looking like that. You're Oliver Queen. I'll get her and bring her down here."

"Let go of my arm Roy. She won't listen to you," Oliver reasoned.

Sarah touched Oliver's arm lightly. "He's right Ollie. I'll go with him." Her eyes pleaded with him and he sat down on the table.

"Fine."

Roy and Sarah walked back to the club and into the crowd of dancers. "Do you see her?" Sarah yelled over the music

Roy nodded and pointed. He walked over to the dancing couple and lightly touched Felicity's arm. "Hey!" He yelled. Sarah stood behind him.

Felicity squealed and enveloped Roy in a hug. "Hi!" She turned to the stranger. "Damon, this is Roy. My friend. He's dating the manger of the club."

"Okay drunk Felicity. Oliver needs you downstairs," Roy said steadying her.

Damon chuckled. "No," Felicity shook her head. "I'm not going down there anymore,"
Felicity lowered her voice. "It's covered in SEX germs Roy."

Felicity finally saw Sarah standing behind Roy. "Oh Damon," She rushed back over to the stranger. "This is Sarah. Remember, sexy Sarah."

Sarah's eyes widened and she blushed. Damon sized Sarah up, drinking her in and turned to Felicity. He wrapped his arm around Felicity. "You're sexier my warrior princess."

It was Felicity's turn to blush. Roy took her arm this time. "Come on Felicity. I promised Oliver."

Felicity frowned and turned to Damon. "I have to go. They're going to make me go. Roy, he's strong. So is Sarah. I'm the weak one. But they keep me around for my brains."

Damon grabbed her waist and kissed her. His hand clutched her hip and pulled her closer leaving no space in between their bodies. His other hand was on her head, as he kept them locked into place.

They finally broke apart gasping for air. "I'm staying at the Ritz, downtown, penthouse suite. Tell the front desk you're there for Damon Salvatore," He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"I can give you strength, speed, power. You don't have to be weak anymore Felicity Smoak. You can be stronger than all of them. I'm serious."

Her mouth hung open at the thought, but not for long. He kissed her once more and walked away. Roy took her by the arm and led her down to the basement. Sarah followed silently. When they got downstairs, Felicity scrunched her nose at the training mat at the center.

Everyone was silent. Oliver stared at the monitor that was now black. Diggle stood awkwardly by her computers. "I don't know why you guys dragged me down here. I've had three double shots of Bourbon. I'm not drunk, but I'm for sure not sober. So I can't help with whatever crisis Team Arrow is dealing with right now."

She crossed over the room, carefully avoiding the training mat and plopped down in her chair. Nobody said anything. So Roy spoke up. "New bad guy. Broke into three banks in the past two days. He has some tech that can open up any vault."

"We've been calling you, all night," Diggle added in.

Felicity shrugged. "I needed a night off. I spend 9 hours a day being an executive assistant, while I'm qualified to run any IT department in the country," she said spitefully. "And then I spent about 4-6 hours here every night working with Team Arrow. I just needed a break…"

"But explain to me what's going on," She said as shivered since it was cold down in the basement. Diggle reached for her blanket, which was thrown across one of the tables.

"No," Felicity yelled stopping him.

Diggle froze. "I was just grabbing you your blanket…"

Sarah and Oliver both froze and Felicity shook her head, "I don't want it."

She kept shivering as Diggle explained to her the break in at the bank and showed her the footage. She drank two bottles of water sobering up. Oliver still hadn't spoken a word to her.

Suddenly she felt something warm around her shoulders. Out of the corner of her eye she saw it was Roy's red hoodie.

"Thank you," Felicity put the sweatshirt on. She rewatches the footage again from all three robberies.

Dig, Sarah and Oliver were sparring on the training mat and trading scar stories. Roy sits next to her and says to her, "You are important you know. Nobody think you're weak."

Felicity gave a small smile. Over the past couple of weeks, Roy had become a close friend of hers.

"Thanks Roy. That's sweet of you to say," She turned to look at the trio training. "You should get over there and train with them."

Roy squeezed her shoulder before heading to Sarah, Dig, and Oliver. Oliver started explaining the sparring, putting him and Sarah on a team against Roy and Diggle.

She felt… left out. She couldn't fight. Exchange scar theories. She wasn't physically strong like the four of them.

"His name isn't showing up," Felicity continued. "I tried FBI and Interpol."

Sarah came up behind her.

"Why don't you run it through here," Sarah leaned over and started typing a few things. Suddenly a name popped up.

"We got a name, William Tockman," Sarah said smiling.

Felicity's frowned. Sarah had run his image through the sexual predator's database. Why didn't she think of that? She couldn't fight and Sarah was better at computers now.

Oliver smiled and wrapped his arm around Sarah. "Good job."

Felicity felt a drop in her stomach. She continued her original explanation. "He's a hacker. The tech is normal tech that any thief uses to crack open a vault. However, look at his guys. He's telling them when to leave and counting. He's got every second planned out. He knew once he tripped the alarm how much time it would take for the police to show. He left money in the vault."

Felicity fast-forwarded the footage. "They only spent a certain amount of time in there that he knew they could spend. He planned it out to the second."

Felicity got up and hugged Roy's sweatshirt around her.

"I found an address. It's an apartment of Washington and 6th," Sarah said excitingly.

Oliver grabbed his bow. "Sarah, suit up. Her and I will go check it out. Roy, go home to Thea. Felicity and Diggle, let me know if you find any other leads."

Oliver barked order and everyone started moving. He came out of the bathroom fully dressed as the Arrow. He turned to Felicity. "Next time, answer your damn phone."

Her mouth dropped open in shock. She strolled up to him. "You do not control me. I work for you, but I have my own life. You aren't the only one allowed to have a life," She handed him his earpiece.

Sarah came out shortly after dressed in her black leather. Felicity handed her the communication earpiece as well.

Both heroes left the basement and Felicity slumped in her chair. She rested her head on the table and closed her eyes. If Sarah was good at computers, why did they need her? That's all she was here for. Hacking.

"What's going on with you?" Diggle asked her sitting in the chair next to her.

She grabbed a hair tie off the desk and started to put her hair up. "Why do the people we love never love us back Dig?"

Dig looked shocked. He knew that the IT girl had feeling for Oliver, but never heard her talk about them before.

"He does care for you Felicity," Diggle explained. She shrugged it off and went back to the computer. "He was jealous of you and Barry."

She smiled sadly at the thought of Barry, still in a coma. She took a deep breath. "He slept with Sarah. I'm pretty sure he loves her. He NEEDS her."

"Oh."

Her computers started beeping and an alarm started going off. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." Felicity started typing in code.

"What's going on?" Diggle jumped up. "Felicity."

"Someone's hacking into our system.." Felicity yelled. "Shit. How is this happening."

Her screens went black and everything started to catch on fire around her. She screamed. She quickly grabbed her external hard drives and dumped them into a bag.

Diggle grabbed her. "We've got to get out of here."

Felicity struggled out of his grip and dumped a bunch of paperwork into the bag. The lights started bursting and electrical fires started. She jumped backward and Diggle led her out upstairs.

"What the hell was that?" Diggle asked coughing from the smoke. He pushed the fire button from the outside, which started the sprinklers downstairs.

The door slammed and Felicity took a deep breath in. "Looks like our William Tockman is a better hacker than me."

Their lair was going to be soaked and half the things would be ruined. And it was her fault.