A/N: This would be nothing more than a "please somebody write this" tag on a photoset if it weren't for thecoolcheryl . Between her cheer leading, beta-ing, and thought having, I owe her a lot. Let me know what you guys think!

Felicity sighed, looking around the club for Tommy Merlyn's face. She wasn't sure why they had to meet at a club to discuss his idea. It seemed a little informal, and if it wasn't for the fact that she trusted her brother, she would probably find it a little creepier. She wasn't much for the club scene to begin with, and she was positive she stood out like a sore thumb next to the more hardcore Green Arrow fans. The appeal of Oliver Queen's band was lost on her. Sure, some of his beginning work showed some promise, she might even still have his first CD somewhere in a box leftover from college, but he fame had gone to his head, at least that's what it looked like as an outsider. Four arrests, multiple lawsuits, countless woman hanging off of him in pictures, all in less than five years. She could never figure out how he and Tommy could be best friends. Granted, she only knew Tommy through her brother, but she liked to think that she knew him well enough to know that he was a pretty decent guy.

Felicity felt a hand on her elbow. She immediately pulled her arm away from the person, turning around to look at him. Her eyes grew a little taking him in. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and his arms were quite large. She was really hoping he was with security and just wanted to check her ID. "May I help you," she asked, crossing her arms across her stomach.

"Are you Felicity Smoak?" The man smiled at her, and she felt her stomach ease up.

"No." Felicity scrunched her eyebrows, why would security know her name.

"I'm Oliver Queen's bodyguard. Tommy sent me out here to get you."

Felicity tilted her head; that explained the arms. "Say I am Felicity, where would you be taking me?"

The man laughed. "Right over there," he replied, pointing to the table Tommy was at.

"Well then, yes, I am Felicity Smoak."

"John Diggle."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Diggle. I don't need you to escort me over there though, I think I can make it."

"As you wish."

Felicity smiled at John, before making her way over to Tommy.

"Tommy." Felicity smiled as he stood up, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you."

"Thanks for coming out. I know I didn't give you much notice."

"Of course." Felicity slid into the seat across from him. "So what's this all about?"

"I have had a project floating around my head for a couple of months. I remembered Mike saying you were a film major. When I asked him what you were up to and explained the project he said you were working out here and that he thought you would love this opportunity."

Felicity bit the bottom corner of her lip. "I'm a production assistant, Tommy, I'm not really seeing what kind of project I could help you with. I'm not very musical."

"I remember some very well written poetry actually."

Felicity blushed. "Is there anything my brother didn't share with you about me?"

Tommy laughed. "He's proud of you."

"You going to explain this project to me?"

"I want you to make a documentary about Oliver Queen."

"A documentary?"

"Yes."

"How long are you guys going to be in Starling?"

"Tonight."

"I don't know what Mike told you Tommy, but I can't get enough footage for a commercial in that amount of time. Definitely not enough for a documentary."

"Let me be more specific. I want you to come with us and make a documentary."

"You want me to spend the next what six or eight months on a tour bus with Oliver Queen?"

"Yes."

"Tommy. I don't—I don't know what you know about my work, but I haven't actually shot a lot of stuff. I mean I've done some small stuff, but what you want, I'm sure you could find someone much more suited for the job."

"I don't agree. The stuff that Mike sent me showed promise, and I don't want this to be some big budget, corporate feeling documentary. I want it to feel real, to feel intimate. I want the viewer to get to know the real Oliver. And I may not know you very well, but Mike talked about you all the time. If you are half the girl he thinks you are, you are the person I need for this."

"That's flattering. It really is, Tommy." She paused, not quite sure how to phrase her thoughts. "It's just… well, you say you want the world to get to know Oliver, but I think what you want is for this documentary to show that he isn't who he appears to be in tabloids. I'm not convinced of that, and I will not paint him in a positive light if that isn't what is real."

Tommy smiled. "And that is exactly why I want you. You're right. I want this to be a way to help Oliver show everyone that there is more to him than they think, because I think that there is. I could be wrong though and I'm just too close to him to see it." Tommy looked down at the drink in his hand, tilting it slowly back and forth. "I've known Oliver my whole life, he's my best friend. I want to believe that the guy I grew up with isn't who is in the tabloids."

"You're his manager, Tommy. I mean, that question shouldn't be that hard for you to answer. You're with him every day."

Tommy sighed. "I think the persona you know, and I'm guessing aren't a fan of, is one that was created to sell records. I don't believe that it's really who he is, I think it's who he was suggested to become. I think it's easier to be that person."

"You're doing an awful lot of defending."

"I am." Tommy sighed. "So why don't you just agree already and you can make up your own mind."

"This is crazy. I don't even have the type of equipment that would be needed to do this."

"You have a video camera?"

"Yes."

"That sounds like all you need."

Felicity tilted her head. "You weren't kidding about the intimate feel, were you?"

"I want it to be real. So many things surrounding Oliver are bigger than life, even before all of this. He's the son of a billionaire, he has always been seen as a larger than life figure. I want to take that away."

"How did you convince him to go along with this?"

Tommy didn't say anything, he simply lifted the glass in his to his lips, finishing it off. Felicity laughed, shaking her head. "You haven't have you," she asked.

"He won't put up much of a fight."

"I really doubt that."

"Don't worry about him. If you're in, I can take care of him."

Felicity closed her eyes. "What about my job? I can't just go off for over half a year without some sort of notice. I might need them as a reference when this goes south."

"It's a risk. I won't lie to you about that. But what's life without a little risk?"

Felicity shook her head slightly, he had a point. She had been working as a PA for three years, and while she knew that the film industry was set in stone on its idea of paying dues, three years as a glorified intern was getting tiresome. This was an opportunity to make something, something that had a built-in fan base. It would open doors, and Tommy wasn't asking her to lie, or to skew the outcome in any way. It was a solid deal. If life were a movie, this would be the big moment. The one that would make or break her character, open doors or slam them in her face. There were risks, but he was right. If she didn't take this opportunity, she would still be a PA tomorrow. If she did, she would be the one in charge.

"What time do we leave?" Her voice betrayed the hesitation she felt, coming across strong and confident.

"Six hours."

Felicity opened her eyes to glare at Tommy as he smiled at her. "Six hours? I don't even know if I can pack in six hours."

"You don't need much. There isn't really a lot of room. Some clothes, the stuff you'll need for the video. We can grab anything else on the road later on."

"Not all of us are kids of billionaires Tommy."

"Consider it a perk."

"I'm regretting this decision already," she mumbled as she stood up. "I guess I'll see you in six hours."

"Thank you."

Tommy watched as she walked away from the booth, shaking her head every couple of seconds. He heard Oliver's voice come across the room, followed by the rampant sound of screaming. He rubbed small circles into his temples. The near constant headache he had been suffering from was getting old. He cringed when he heard Oliver's voice go across the speakers. He could hear the slur. It wasn't strong enough that someone not listening for it would notice, or if he was being honest, someone whose only experience with Oliver had been recent, but it was there and it shouldn't have been.

Oliver needed a wake-up call. Tommy wasn't sure if Felicity's documentary was going to be enough, but it was the only plan that he could come up with that didn't involve friends and family gathered around in circles for an intervention. Oliver didn't have a lot of friends, not real ones anyway, and his family had been waiting for him to mess his life up since he first told his dad that he wasn't going to college and take over as CEO of Queen Industries, that he wanted to make music instead. Tommy didn't want to be the one to let them win. Besides, Oliver wasn't known for accepting what other people thought would be best for him. He always needed to figure things out for himself.

Tommy stood up and started walking toward the exit. He only had a few hours of quiet left. The show would be over soon enough and then he would have to explain all of this to Oliver. A nap and some medicine were definitely going to be needed if he was going to have that conversation with any success. He weaved through the crowd with ease, thankful that the sound from inside was fairly muted when the door closed.

He made his way over to the bus, smiling at the driver before going inside and heading straight for his bunk. He grabbed the headache medicine he kept beside the bed and counted out the correct number of pills, swallowing them without water. He pushed all thoughts of Oliver and the soon to be had conversation out of his head and drifted off to sleep.

Tommy was surprised when he left his bunk to see Oliver sitting on one of the couches watching TV. He hadn't changed out of his stage outfit, so Tommy wasn't sure how long he had actually been on the bus, but he was thankful that he wasn't in a loud or angry mood.

"Everyone else passed out?" Tommy asked, sitting down across from Oliver.

"Digg went out to grab some food before we hit the road, the rest have their own bus for a reason: I don't care."

Tommy sighed, ignoring the comment. He didn't need this conversation to start with an argument. "How long until we leave?"

"About an hour."

Tommy nodded repeatedly, a nervous tick he wasn't all that aware off. He wasn't sure how to bring the subject up without Oliver immediately dismissing it. He was regretting sleeping when he should have been writing up proposals or charts. Not that Oliver would look at them, or even find them useful, but it would make him feel better.

"Spit it out, Merlyn."

Tommy's lips tugged up slightly. "You're not going to like it, but as your manager I'm not really going to let you not try it."

Oliver raised his eyebrow. "You want me to stop by my parents while I'm in town?"

"As your best friend, I recommend you see you parents more often. As your manager, I need you to work on your public image."

Oliver rolled his eyes, grabbing the remote from his side to turn the television off. "We've been over this. There is nothing wrong with my image."

"If I were to Google you right now, do you know what the five top things are pop up?"

"How to get abs like Oliver Queen—"

"I would be happy with that, Oliver. That would be an improvement."

"I thought the rocker bad boy was the goal."

"It was for the managers before me, and maybe it even worked at first. But Ollie, you are going to crash. And when you do you are going to lose everything. You need to cut back on the drinking, stop going out and getting into fights. Keep the bad boy image if you like it, but lose the attitude. You're a musician, you're supposed to be known for your music, not your behavior."

"I don't know what you want, Tommy. I'm a rock star. Rock stars aren't exactly known for their quite life style of staying home and knitting."

"I'm not planning on giving you a lobotomy, Oliver. I just want you to be open to having your fans see the real you."

"They do see the real me, and they will continue to see the real me every single night for the rest of this tour."

"Do you really think that this… this is really you?"

"Is this the part where you tell me you know me better than I know myself?"

"This is the part where I'm praying that I do." Tommy sighed, bringing his fingers up to the side of his head slowly starting to rub circles against it. "I'm not going to argue with you, Oliver. You aren't going to believe me, that's fine. It's why I'm hoping you'll see figure it yourself."

Oliver scoffed. "Yeah? How are you going to do that?"

Tommy was about to answer when the door to the bus opened and John and Felicity walked in.

"No girls on the bus, Digg. You know that." Oliver's response is flippant and almost aggressive. Tommy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That wasn't exactly how he wanted Felicity's first interaction with Oliver to go.

"Ollie, meet Felicity Smoak. She's going to be filming a documentary of you."

Felicity raised her hand slightly, before awkwardly putting it back down to her side. Oliver wasn't sure whether he should start yelling or laughing, because there was no way Tommy was serious. He hadn't paid Felicity much attention when she first walked in, but he knew Tommy had to be kidding with this. She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail, the glasses she wore were awkwardly shaped for her face, her lips were stained a too bright shade of pink. She looked like she should be teaching kindergarten with her pink cardigan and shapeless pants, not traveling with a musician. He almost wanted to laugh as he brought his eyes back to Tommy, instead cursing under his breath when he realized Tommy wasn't joking.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me, man." Oliver raised his eyebrow, looking over at Felicity as she passed the strap of her duffel bag between her hands. There was no way that girl was going to be able to last more than a week on the bus.

"The world needs to see the real you. And what better way than through a video?"

"Then let's post some videos on Facebook. We don't need some wannabe groupie trying to use some probably overhyped skill to tag along."

"Excuse me?" Felicity's voice came out sharp and icy.

Oliver ignored her, continuing on with his conversation with Tommy as if she hadn't spoken. "I mean, she's kind of cute, but surely you could have grabbed someone a little hotter."

"Felicity is the sister of one of my fraternity brothers. She will be filming you for the foreseeable future. I recommend apologizing to her. She has complete freedom over what she puts on film. I would actually recommend kissing her ass." Tommy turned his head to look at Felicity. "You were a little earlier than I expected. Your bunk is the third one down. I'm going to go lie down. You two… get to know each other."

Tommy stood up, he heard John following behind him. "You sure about this," John asked quietly as Tommy got into his bunk.

"I'm not, but something has to get through to him."

John didn't say anything, he simply nodded before heading down to his area.

Felicity closed her eyes, slowly breathing in and out. She wasn't quite sure what she had been expecting Oliver's reaction to be, because it's not as if she actually knew anything about him, but him automatically assuming she was a groupie trying to make her way to him was not it. She looked down the middle of the bus to watch Tommy close the curtain surrounding the bunk. She hadn't really thought of the logistics of living on a bus. That small little area would be the only sort of privacy she would have. Judging by Oliver's first comment, she would be the only girl on the bus. She wasn't sure if it was just going to be the four of them, or if the rest of the band was also on this bus, either way she would have no privacy. Nowhere to really run off if she needed to get away, even with a curtain closing her out, she doubted she would be able to block all of the sound out. Big break or not, she wasn't sure this was the best idea.

"How do you guys shower?" Felicity cringed after her brain caught up to her mouth and she realized she voiced that thought out loud. She was surprised by Oliver's laughter.

"We stay in a hotel every couple of days. In between, you'd be surprised how well some soap and a bottle of water will tide you over."

"That's only slightly reassuring."

"You'll get used to it."

Felicity didn't say anything. Instead, she just stood, awkwardly staring at him, trying to make up her mind whether or not she was going to go through with this.

"Listen, I am not a groupie. I am not a fan. If I could even be considered a fan of anything of yours, it would be feeling sorry for whoever the hell has to run your PR team. I am here because it's a good move for my career. That's it."

Oliver sighed. "I didn't mean to offend you."

Felicity raised her eyebrow. "Okay," Oliver relented. "I did mean to. But seeing how we're going to be living in pretty tight quarters for a while, how about we start over? I'm Oliver Queen."

Oliver held his hand out. Felicity looked down between his face to his hand, trying hard not to bite her lip as she considered taking it. She did not need Oliver to have any insight into her thoughts, or her hesitations. A part of her wanted to turn around and walk out. Tommy would be able to find someone else. She could grovel at her boss's feet to give her back her job. She could stay where she was. But she told Tommy she would do it. In the end, she was only going to be here for a small portion of her life. She was not going to run away from an amazing opportunity just because the subject was a rude, self-obsessed rock star, who really needed to lay off the vodka.

So she smiled, taking the step forward and placing her hand in his. "Felicity."

Oliver leaned back into the couch, letting her hand drop. "So, when do you start filming?"

"A couple of days. If this is going to seem natural, we'll need to get used to being around each other. I don't want you faking things for the camera."

"You won't have to worry about that. I'm not good at faking anything."

"I really doubt that."

Oliver tilted his head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Felicity shook her head, grabbing on to the edge of the seat as she felt the bus start to move. "I think I'm going to go make myself at home."

Oliver didn't say anything as he watched Felicity walk away. He wasn't lying to Tommy when he said she was cute. Tommy could hide behind the idea of him wanting the world to see who him for who he was, but Oliver knew this was Tommy's last ditch effort to try and save him, and he expected that girl and her video camera to do it. Maybe it was time Oliver showed Tommy who he was once and for all. Besides, he could think of a thing or two he wouldn't mind Felicity recording.

He listened from the couch as Felicity grunted and sighed, he was pretty sure she was trying to change in her bunk. He had to fight back the laughter as she walked back in front of him, pants unbuttoned, glasses off, and a very, very pissed off expression.

"Please tell me there is somewhere that I can change while standing up." Her eyes were closed, the words coming out in a rush.

"Right there works."

Felicity's eyes opened, glaring at him. "Are you serious?"

Oliver shrugged. "Trust me there's nothing under there that would surprise me."

"That's hardly the point. We've known each other for what, fifteen minutes? You could offer to leave the room. You don't need to be such an ass."

Oliver smirked. "Most girls find it charming."

"Guess I'm not most girls."

Oliver stood up, walking toward Felicity. "Your loss," he whispered, leaning in closer to her than necessary. He smiled at her glare and continued on toward the room at the back of the bus. He was pretty sure she was still glaring at him when he closed the door.

Felicity waited five minutes to make sure Oliver was serious about leaving the room before she slipped out of the jeans and into a pair of yoga pants. She made her way back to the bunk and slipped in. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the bus traveling down the highway. She wasn't sure she would be able to get used to not having any privacy, not being able to shower, not being able to change without having to worry about someone walking in on her—but she wasn't going to give in. She saw that look Oliver gave her when he made her uncomfortable. He was doing this on purpose, and she would be damned if she let him win.