Violent Delights | Oliver Queen [1]

[Seven]

Amelia had been avoiding Oliver all week. She was anxious about meeting with him again. Would be question Thea's blabbering? Of course he would, it was Oliver. But she knew that one way or another, she would end up speaking to him soon. It was inevitable.  She knew that he would want to know about how she had spent the last five years. Thea's words had sparked something within him. But she never thought that he would go to her sister for answers.

Oliver let himself into the Smoak household with the key that Amelia had given him. He knew that Amelia was at work and thought that this was the best time to get answers from Felicity. He had wondered what had happened to Amelia since he had left, and Thea's words had made him more anxious. He needed to know. Felicity walked into the room, humming to herself as she scrolled through her phone. She jolted in shock when she saw Oliver.

"Oh Oliver. Mia isn't here." She told him.

Oliver cleared his throat. "I know. It was actually you that I wanted to speak with."

Felicity's eyes widened. "Me?" She said in disbelief and pointed at herself.

Oliver nodded. "Felicity, at the party the other night, Thea said some things about Amelia and I was wondering ..." He trailed off, and Felicity nodded, understanding what he meant.

"You want to know what happened to Amelia after you ... left." Felicity finished, awkwardness evident in her tone towards the end of her sentence.

"Yes." Oliver confirmed.

Felicity left the room momentarily which confused Oliver. She returned, holding a leather bound book. Felicity handed Oliver the book, before sitting on the couch. Oliver followed suit and sat on the opposite seat. He turned the book in his hands, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looked up at Felicity, waiting for her to explain.

"When Mia received news that you were 'dead'," She said, using air quotes. "The change in her was immediate."

"How?" Oliver asked intently. He set the book on the coffee table - still not knowing what it contained - and leaned his elbows on his knees.

Felicity chewed her lip. Oliver noticed that both sisters did that when they were nervous or anxious or worried. He always found it cute when Amelia bit her lip in nervousness, she never even noticed that she did it.

"Oliver, are you sure that you want to know?"

"Is it that bad?" He asked, not directly answering her question although Felicity took that as a yes.

"Your mother called Mia over to your house and at first she thought that it was because you had come home. She was so excited and insisted on dragging me along. When we arrived, they told her that there was a storm and your ship had gone down." Felicity began.

"And what happened?" Oliver mumbled.

"She laughed."

"What?" Oliver asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Felicity nodded, a frown etched upon her face. She remembered the day so clearly.

--

Amelia ran into Felicity's room and jumped on her bed, her face like a kid on Christmas Day.

"Come on Fe." She shouted.

"How many times must I tell you that I am not a piece of iron." Felicity groaned.

"Funny." Amelia retorted sarcastically. "But seriously come on. Moira just called me. She wants me to come over. Ollie must be home."

Felicity smiled. "That's great Mia. What are you waiting for?"