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Felicity Smoak met Tommy Merlyn for the first time the day Helena Bertinelli came back to town. She had bandaged his wrist for him. He thanked her by berating her for helping his best friend in his mission.
“What he is doing is unlawful, but he has really helped this city,” she had told him. He scoffed at that.
They kept running into each other at Verdant. Tommy realized Felicity was a really good listener. They texted each other a lot, mostly about how Tommy disapproved of her participation in his former best friend’s night-time activities. But he loved talking with her in person. She rambled, a lot, and made unintentional innuendos, but she also made him smile. She was one person who seemed untouched by Oliver Queen’s darkness.
She found him at Verdant one night. Oliver and Digg had had a fight which ended with Digg leaving the team. Oliver had gone on patrol, and Felicity decided to update her systems before leaving for the night.
She found him by the empty bar after the club was closed, drinking Tequila straight out of the bottle.
She approached him carefully. "Tommy?"
He looked up at her, his eyes red and tear stains on his cheeks. He attempted to smile at her, but it came out as a grimace.
"Felicity," he breathed, before taking another swig from the bottle.
She gently took the bottle from his hands and placed it on the bar in front of him. "What's wrong?"
He did not say anything for a few minutes, just stared at a spot on the bar. He smelled slightly of the alcohol, but did not appear to be drunk. He was just in pain.
Just as Felicity was about to turn around, he spoke up. "I broke up with Laurel."
The words came out flat, but Felicity could see how much it was hurting him. She was speechless for a few moments. "Why? I thought things were good between you two."
Tommy chuckled humourlessly at that. "Why? Because she is still in love with Oliver fucking Queen!"
Of course she was still in love with Oliver, Felicity thought. Who wasn't?
Felicity wrapped her arms around Tommy, pressing into his side and laying her cheek on his shoulder. His hands came up to hold onto hers, clinging onto her tiny wrists for strength.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked quietly.
He honestly did not want to. He wanted to finish that bottle of tequila and then open another till he was hammered enough to not feel the pain. He did not want to talk. But the words came out anyway.
"She had been lying to me, meeting up with the Hood and using his help. But that was before I found out about Ollie, and I forgave her for that. But last night, when we were protecting Taylor Moore at the Queen house, I realized, he is still in love with her. And I couldn't help but think that if she found out who he was, she would go running back to him."
He choked a sob, and Felicity tightened her hold on him. "I don't want to be hurt, Felicity. I know I will always be second to Oliver Queen. I just -"
Felicity pulled away from him and palmed his face, cutting him off with her thumbs on his lips.
"Don't you dare think of yourself as second to Oliver, Tommy Merlyn. Don't you dare. You have so many things in you that Oliver couldn't hope for. You're kind, you're charming, and you're really handsome. Like, really, really handsome. And you can laugh! Do you know how broody Oliver is? It is really off-putting. But you are sweet and charming and any girl would be lucky to have you!"
Tommy stated at her, suddenly seeing her in a different light. Before they realized it, Tommy had turned her so her back pressed into the bar, and his lips came down on her in a deep kiss.
Felicity was startled, but she responded automatically. His lips became insistent, desperate, and Felicity gave back as good as she got. She opened her mouth and his tongue tangled with hers as they both fought for dominance. Her hands wound around his head, gripping onto his hair, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her hips flush against his. They both groaned at the sensation, and broke away from the kiss, breathing hard. Their eyes remained closed as Tommy ran his nose against hers, their lips mere millimeters away.
"Tommy," she breathed, her breathe fanning across his face. He knew what she was going to say. Say it was wrong, that it was crossing a line, but he did not care.
"Felicity, please," he begged, and she knew she was a goner.
She pulled his lips back to hers, kissing him hard. He nipped at her bottom lip, while pushing her skirt up, palmed her ass as he pressed her center to his straining erection. She moaned breathlessly as he rutted his hips against her, causing friction in the most delicious way.
Her hands went to his belt buckle, opening it, freeing him from his pants. He moved his lips to her throat, leaving open mouth kisses as she squeezed his length gently. He groaned, needing more. He pushed her panties aside and entered her in a single thrust, and she keened.
Felicity wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust into her hard. He pulled down her blouse, latching onto her bra covered breast, and she wrapped her arms around his back, moaning and gasping.
They came together, hard and long, his hips erratically thrusting into hers as she writhed against him. Felicity buried her face in his chest, and he pulled her with him to sit on the floor, still buried deep inside her. They sat there like that for a few minutes, catching their breathes, when Felicity noticed his bags by the stairs.
"Where are you staying?" She asked him softly.
"I don't know," he whispered into her hair.
"Stay with me," she said. Tommy did not hesitate. Simply nodded against her.
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For some reason, Felicity felt guilty when she went into the foundry the next day. Digg hadn't turned up, and Oliver was being his broody self. Felicity finished her work early - there were no criminals today that needed the fear of God put in them - and started to leave at around 9.
She crossed the stairs while going out, her eyes falling to the busy bar. She flushed she remembered what had happened there the previous night. She was almost by her car when realization hit her and she stopped in her tracks.
They hadn't used protection last night, and Tommy came inside her.
She took a few deep breaths, brushed aside the panic, and chose to ignore it.
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The bedroom door burst open, and Tommy pushed Felicity in, his mouth glued to hers. She tore open his shirt, buttons popping everywhere, and he pushed the straps of her dress down till it pooled around her feet on the floor.
They fell onto the bed, clinging onto each other, bodies moving together, hips thrusting. Felicity pushed him back to lay on the bed, straddling him. They rocked their hips, seeking friction, as Felicity reached into her bedside drawer for a condom. She ripped it open with her teeth and used her mouth to roll it onto his length.
She sank down onto him, both of them groaning at the sensation. She leaned back, her hands resting on his knees, and started moving. He gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her hips in rhythm. His fingers played with her clit, and he got her off twice before he came.
Felicity lay on top him afterwards, and he wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers through her hair.
"Does Oliver know you're staying with me?" She asked him after some time.
"No. And I'd like to keep it that way. Don't want anyone to know."
Felicity nodded. She lifted her head to kiss him, and he turned them over for round two.
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Diggle did not return to the foundry for two weeks. Laurel paid Oliver a visit at the bar early one morning, and he promised her he'd speak with Tommy on her behalf. That was the first time Felicity met Laurel, and seeing her talking with Oliver broke her heart for Tommy.
Meanwhile, the Hood busted up Harold Backman, a dirty accountant, and Felicity got his laptop to return all the money he had stolen.
That was where she got her first lead on Walter.
“I hacked Cayman Fidelity,” Felicity was telling Oliver as they walked down the stairs to the basement. “And put together a list of all the deposits Backman made last year.
“Felicity, what good does that do us if we don’t know whose money it was?”
“Look at the biggest deposit Backman made last year. Bottom page.”
“$2 million on Decem-” Oliver started reading before realization hit him. “December 12th. That’s…”
“The day Walter disappeared,” Felicity finished for him. She started walking towards her work started. “What if one of Backman’s clients was paid $2 million to kidnap Walter?”
“Then we find out which client it was and we use them to find Walter.”
The money points to a Dominic Alonzo, who runs the biggest underground casino in town. He also has a history of kidnapping.
“Alonzo’s casino has its own private army.” Oliver says. “We need to access Alonzo’s computer without setting off any alarms.”
Felicity looks up at him. “Looks like we’re going to need all the help we can get.”
Oliver brushes off her attempt to get him to talk with Diggle. When Felicity suggests going undercover herself, Oliver refuses.
“I can count cards. It’s all probability theory and mathematics. Have you met me?” Oliver looks like he wants to protest but she doesn’t let him. “Bottom line – I know my way around a casino.”
They agree to do it his way. Felicity sent Tommy a text. Will be working late. Probably won’t have dinner.
Her cell phone buzzes instantly with his reply. Queen should give you nights off.
Before she could reply, she got another message. Don’t be too late. You’re my dinner tonight ;)
Felicity blushed a bit and put her phone aside. She did not notice Oliver looking at her.
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“Just to be clear,” Felicity said as Oliver and her walk down an alley to where the casino is. “The plan is for me to get caught counting cards in an underground casino filled with hardened criminals.”
“So you can get a friendly warning from Alonzo and plant a bug on his office computer,” Oliver finished for her, all the while keeping an eye out for any threats or people who can recognize them.
“If anything happens, I’ll be right outside,” he reassures her.
As Felicity gives the password and walks inside, Oliver can’t help but let his eyes roam over her. She was wearing a red dress that was backless and had a slit running down the back from her knees. Tommy hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself when he saw her get ready, causing her to almost be late.
"It feels really good having you inside me," Felicity had said, and then corrected her mistake. Oliver had to remind himself that she had someone in her life.
Walter was dead. Or so they thought.
Oliver went home to break the news to his family. He ended up following his mother to Malcolm Merlyn's office. He realised that the people behind his stepfather's kidnapping were his own mother and his best friend's father.
Felicity went home and cried in Tommy's arms. She blamed herself partially. Tommy couldn't understand that. She slipped out once Tommy was asleep, finding herself at the foundry with Oliver.
Walter was alive, and with Felicity's help, he was safe.
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Diggle came back two days later, which was also the day Felicity should have got her period. She didn't, for the first time in her life. She chalked it up to the added stress from her night life, choosing to ignore the alternative.
Digg and Oliver came up with an elaborate plan to get Moira to give up the details of whatever Merlyn had planned. They returned with Oliver's face bloodied and beaten, but now they knew what was going on.
Malcolm Merlyn wanted to level the Glades with the help of an artificial earthquake generator. He called it the Undertaking.
For three days Felicity tried to get in to the Merlyn Global Mainframe.
"Hacking is such an ugly word. I'm... Yup, totally hacking into the Merlyn Global mainframe," She had told her partners.
But they needed to get inside the building.
Digg got into security, going in as a temporary replacement in the footage room.
"I'll set up a meeting with Tommy," Oliver said.
Felicity sent him a message from before. Just a heads up, Oliver will be coming to talk with you about something. It's important, don't send him away.
The reply came back shortly. Tommy simply sent a thumbs up sign.
Felicity and Oliver stopped at the 22nd floor, and had to climb up to the 23rd. They climbed out of the elevator and onto the support beams of the building.
"Don't look down," Oliver said as he shot a crossbow arrow to secure a rope.
"Too late," Felicity said, gripping onto his arm. She felt a wave of nausea hit her, and it took everything in her power to not get sick right that moment.
"Felicity, hold on to me tight," Oliver said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
The words came out before she could stop them. "I imagined you saying that under different circumstances." Oliver looked at her, and she stared right back into his eyes. They were like Tommy's, but more hardened, shielded. But there was a hint of amusement in them. "Very platonic circumstances."
He helped her climb up to the next floor. When they reached, her face was scrunched up.
I'm going to be sick, she thought. I'm going to be sick. I'm going to be sick. I'm going to...
"Felicity? Are you okay?" Oliver broke through her mental chant, and she nodded, swallowing down another wave of nausea.
"Yeah," she said, swallowing hard. "This is my about to hack face. Because I'm about to hack."
She hacked into the mainframe, left a trojan, did a fist pump and got the hell out of there (with a little help from John Diggle).
When they got back to the lair, she immediately set up the computers to go through the data before running to the washroom. She had her face bent over the sink, violently heaving, when she felt a warm hand rubbing her back. She didn't need to look up to know it was Oliver.
She cleaned her mouth and took the bottle of water he offered. "Hey, you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah," she said, not looking at him. "I have a fear of heights, which I just realised today."
Oliver seemed unsatisfied with her reply, and looked concerned, but he did not push her, for which she was grateful.
As they went through the data, Oliver realised that if they stopped the Undertaking, his vow to his father would be fulfilled. He could live a normal life after all. He left them then, saying he had to speak with Laurel. Digg went to get a late lunch.
As for Felicity, she stopped by a drug store near her townhouse before going home. She bought a set of five pregnancy tests, going home in a daze. The house was empty; Tommy was still at Merlyn Global.
She peed on all five tests and set a timer on her phone. Vaguely, she remembered she had not eaten all day, but she felt too nervous. Just the thought of food made her feel sick again. So she sat on her bed, clasping and unclasping her hands in front of her.
When the timer went off, it took all her strength to walk over to the washroom counter. Taking a deep breath, she turned over the first test.
It had a single line on it. Negative.
She turned the next one. It had a plus sign. She turned the next three. One had a smiling face. Another should a thumbs up. Felicity looked at the last one.
Pregnant.