So...I've been watching Married at first sight (UK version season 2) and I thought it would be fun if Oliver and Felicity were one of the couples matched by science.

Let's just hope I'm not wrong. :D

As usual all mistakes are mine. ;o)

Felicity waited anxiously for the phone call. She wasn't sure what she dreaded more; the fact that they might find her a match or the fact that they didn't? It was both, exciting and horrifying. When her phone finally rang, she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Hello?" she said in a shaky voice.

"Miss Smoak?" asked female voice on the other end.

She nodded before realizing that she couldn't see her. "Yes," she croaked and swallowed hard to loosen the tension in her throat.

"Hi, this is Doctor Henderson. I'm calling to let you know that we found you a match."

Inhale, exhale. "Really?"

The woman chuckled. "Yes. His name's Oliver. The wedding is going to be in exactly six weeks."

Felicity blinked. In that moment it all seemed so fast. She was going to be married in six weeks? To a stranger? She couldn't quite believe it. "Thank you," she managed. Doctor Henderson gave her some more information but Felicity didn't really pay attention to it. She knew what she needed to know for now.

When they said their goodbyes, Felicity called her mother. She knew Donna was going to be excited; she's been supportive of her daughter's decision from the beginning.

"Hi honey." Donna picked up the phone after the second ring.

"Hi mum. Um...they found me a match," said Felicity because there wasn't a reason to beat around the bush.

Donna squealed. "Oh, honey, I'm so happy for you! Who is it?"

Felicity laughed. "His name's Oliver and that's all I know. Oh, and the wedding is in six weeks."

"My baby is going to be a married woman! Wait, until I say it to Shirley. She is going to be so jealous!"

Felicity rolled her eyes. Shirley was her mum's friend and colleague from casino she worked in and she had a daughter who was two years older than Felicity and already divorced. "Mum, please. It might not work out between me and," she paused, "Oliver."

"I wouldn't worry about that. What is there not to like about you?"

Probably enough when none of my relationships worked, she thought unhappily. "Are you coming for the wedding?" she asked instead of saying anything that went through her mind right now.

"How can you ask? Of course I'm coming!" exclaimed Donna.

Felicity smiled. "Thank you." It meant a world to her to have her mum there as she was the only family Felicity had left.

It was the day of her wedding to Oliver. Felicity was only minutes from meeting her future husband for the first time and she was nervous. She thought that waiting for the call from experts was the worst but she was wrong. This was much, much worse. She questioned her decision every single day at least once in the past six weeks.

When she was little she used to think that she would find her prince Charming, get married and have kids. It scared her that she didn't have her fairytale; instead she was about to marry a stranger.

"Ready?" whispered Donna.

Felicity took a deep breath. "Yeah, let's do it," she said with a nod.

The door in front of Felicity opened and all the eyes in the room turned to her; all eyes except for the groom's. She tried to ignore them but it proved to be hard. She knew they were judging her and the only thing she wanted to do was to turn around and ran away. But she didn't. She continued to put one foot in front of the other. When she was half way to the altar, her husband-to-be turned to look at her and Felicity almost fainted. There, in front of her, stood Oliver Queen with a smile on his lips. How come she didn't think of that possibility? The answer was easy; according to every single gossip site and magazine, Oliver Queen had a girlfriend. Well, he obviously didn't because he stood there and waited for her!

Felicity willed her feet to move forward. She decided not to think about anything she ever read about him. She had to do this when she came so far already.

"Hi." Oliver's smile widened and he offered his hand. "I'm Oliver."

She squeezed his hand. "Felicity," her voice was just a whisper.

After the ceremony they had some time to talk to each other before taking wedding pictures and heading for the reception. Felicity didn't remember much of it. She was still in shock that she was now married to Oliver Queen. It wasn't a bad kind of shock but it still was one. She was worried about the press. They would have a field day once they found out that the billionaire playboy got married to a girl born and bred in Las Vegas.

"What's got you so troubled?" asked Oliver when they had their first dance as a married couple.

"Why would you think something's troubling me?" she answered with a question of her own because she didn't want to tell him.

He laughed. "I might not know you very well but you seem like something's worrying you. Come on, we're married now, we should be honest with each other."

Felicity sighed. "I'm just-." She shook her head. "I don't know. It's just too much, I guess. I never thought it could be you I'm going to marry. I mean, you are Oliver Queen! You could have any girl you wanted. Why would you go and let science to pick you a wife? Not that I've got anything against science. I love science!" She stopped abruptly.

"That's the babbling you talked about, isn't it?" he asked, amused.

"Um, yes."

"I guess I got tired of sleeping around or dating women who wanted my money but never me." He shrugged. "I had my fair share but it's time to start thinking about future. None of the girls I dated were a wife material."

"Fair enough."

"Why did you decide to marry a stranger? Why put all your hopes in science?"

Felicity smiled. "You say it like it's a bad thing."

Oliver shook his head. "No, it's not. I've done it too, remember?" He reminded her with a wink. "I'm just curious."

She sighed. "I couldn't find the perfect match on my own so I thought this couldn't hurt."