Title: Maybe Purgatory Isn't Such a Bad Place to Be
Author: Elisabeth / dragonydreams
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Summary: Felicity ends up on Lian Yu after escaping from the Triad.
Spoilers/Timeline: Pre-Series/Post-Season 3 Flashbacks
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to angelskuuipo and apckrfan for beta'ing this and for all of the hand holding as I found myself rushing head first into a new fandom.
Author's Note 1: This story was inspired by watching Romancing the Stone.
Author's Note 2: This is my maiden voyage into the Arrow fandom, so please be kind.
Felicity groaned, coming to slowly. There was a rush of cold against her feet, prompting her to become more alert. She knew that wasn't right for some reason.
When it happened for a third time, she forced her eyes open.
That was the first thing she noticed. She was lying on sand. How did she come to be lying on sand?
She pushed herself up into a sitting position and reached up to brush sand from her cheek. Her hand bumped her glasses and she was relieved to find they were still on her face.
She did a quick inventory. Glasses, check. Ponytail, check. Shoes, two of them, check. Sundress and cardigan seemed to be intact, if wet.
Glancing behind her, she spotted her messenger bag. She pulled it to her and desperately opened it. Her tablet and phone were both still inside, although thoroughly waterlogged. Where was a large bag of rice when you needed it? She hoped she'd be able to get them to dry out enough to use them to determine where she was.
Cold washed over her feet again and she realized that it was water lapping at her feet. She stared at the wave receding from her and forced herself to move before it came back again. She tried to stand and found she didn't have the energy to do so, but she did manage to crawl farther inland.
Looking back toward the water, Felicity tried to remember how she got there. She didn't see a boat nearby. She also didn't see one in the distance, which was worrisome.
Her forehead crinkled and she absentmindedly pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried harder to remember. The not knowing was starting to really scare her.
A rustling noise behind her caused Felicity to turn around. About fifty feet behind her a wooded area could be seen. Her heart leapt into her throat as she imagined all kinds of wild animals that could be hiding in the dense forest. They had things like mountain lions and tigers in China, right? She was a tech geek without any weapons. What was she supposed to do if she encountered a wild animal? Granted, she wouldn't know what to do even if she did have a weapon, but not having one made the situation that much scarier.
"I..." Felicity started to speak, but her throat was dry. Which seemed like it shouldn't be possible if she'd just spent who knows how long in the water. She swallowed some saliva, wet her lips and tried again. "I don't know who or what is out there, but you don't want to eat me."
Felicity blinked at what stepped out from behind a tree. It was a man with long hair wearing cargo pants and a long sleeved shirt, carrying a bow and wearing a quiver strapped to his back.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Great, now I'm fantasizing about being rescued by Robin Hood," she muttered to herself.
"Not Robin Hood," the aberration said just a couple of yards from her.
Felicity "eep"ed and opened her eyes to find the most stunning blue eyes staring back at her. They almost seemed to be laughing at her.
He'd kept his distance, but was squatting just out of reach from her. Felicity lifted herself to her knees and leaned forward, hand outstretched until she could poke him in the knee. She scrambled back when her hand encountered a solid body.
"Wh-who are you?" she nervously asked. "How did I get here? Did you bring me here?"
"My name is Oliver, and no, I did not bring you here. I didn't see how you arrived, which means that you weren't left here by boat or plane. You really don't know?" he asked.
Felicity shook her head, beginning to panic. Her breath began to come in shorter and shorter gasps and her heart was pounding a mile a minute. "I... I don't... How..."
She looked at Oliver, her eyes wide and her hand on her chest.
"Calm down, you're having a panic attack," Oliver said, coming closer. When she didn't back away, he came to her side. He began to rub her back in soothing circles. "Try to take a deep breath. In, out. In, out." He took a few slow, deep breaths, trying to get her to match him. After a couple of false starts, she managed to breathe a bit easier. "There you go."
"Thank you," she said once her breathing was almost back to normal.
"You're welcome..." He looked at her, expectantly.
"Oh, right. Felicity. My name is Felicity Smoak." She held her hand out.
"You're welcome, Felicity," Oliver said, shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Oliver Queen."
Felicity gasped, snatching her hand back, causing Oliver to frown. "Ol-Oliver Queen? No, he's dead."
Oliver grimaced. "Actually, I'm not. I survived when the boat went down."
"But that was..." Felicity tried to remember how long it had been since it was in the news. She was still at MIT at the time, but it was after Cooper had been arrested.
"Three years ago," Oliver finished. "Give or take."
"You've been here all this time?" Felicity asked.
"Mostly," Oliver answered with a shrug. Now was not the time or the place to go into his indentured servitude to A.R.G.U.S., if ever. "Look, we shouldn't stay out here in the open much longer. You're probably thirsty and hungry. Come on, I've got a place where you can rest."
He stood and held a hand out for Felicity. Hesitantly, she reached out to take it, allowing him to help pull her to her feet. She wobbled a bit and then looked down at her feet. She was wearing flats - that had made it through whatever ordeal had landed her on this island - so it was her weak knees that were making it hard to stand.
At least she was blaming her knees and not the fact that a very handsome billionaire was standing there holding her hand. Reluctantly, she let go of Oliver's hand and took a step forward. And immediately nearly lost her balance. She would have fallen if Oliver hadn't grabbed her arm.
"I'm not usually such a klutz," she insisted. "Okay, maybe I am, but you try walking on sand after washing up on a beach."
"I remember what it was like," Oliver somberly said. "Don't worry, we can take it slow. Go ahead and lean on me."
Felicity blushed and hesitantly put a hand on his arm.
"I'm not going to bite," he promised her.
Felicity blew out a breath, knowing she was being silly. "I know. Thank you." When she nearly faltered again after attempting another step, she wrapped her hand around his (rather impressive) bicep and placed her other hand on his forearm.
This time they were able to move more than one step at a time. As they approached the woods, Felicity asked, "Where are we anyway?"
"Lian Yu," Oliver told her. "It means Purgatory."
Felicity gulped and followed Oliver into the woods.