Captives

Felicity

AN: First story ever. Please be constructive. I don't own anything. This is set after season 1 with Tommy alive, Oliver and him best friends, Roy Thea and Laurel know.

Looking around. Not a bad idea. Slight problem. Can't move the head. Groaning in frustration Felicity closed her eyes and listened for any kind of sound. Oliver seriously isn't going to like this, she thought. I just hope he doesn't kill them.

Felicity was having what one might call, a bad day. And it all started with her alarm.

9:15 am

Felicity wakes with a start. Blinking the tiredness out of her eyes she tries to remember why she felt anxious. It didn't hit er till she saw her clock.

"I'M LATE!" Jumping out of bed she frantically ran around her apartment getting ready for work, silently praying that her boss wouldn't fire her. IT took her 15 minutes but she finally got out to her car to find that she had no gas and no air in her tires.

"How does that even HAPPEN? Like WHAT THE HELL?" To say the least, she was pissed. In lieu of walking she called a cab. Arriving at work 1 hour and 15 minutes late, Felicity walked as quickly as proper etiquette would allow to her small cubicle in IT. Logging on to her computer, piece of cake. Seeing all the work she needed to catch up on, not so much.

"This is going to take forever!" she groaned to herself. With a sigh and a grumble she set in, losing herself in the code so much so that she completely missed lunch and damn near quitting time. When she finally looked at a clock she squeaked in surprise. "Wow. At least i got a lot of it done. Time for dinner, and maybe a treat before I go to the Foundry."

5:30 pm

Logging off, shutting down, and preparing to go to her second job was all routine. Getting another cab to take her to Verdant, a pain but doable. Walking to the Foundry entrance and feeling a prick in the back of her neck? Not part of the plan. Before Felicity knew it she was out cold.

When she came to, her arms and legs were bound to a chair and her head was strapped to the back so she couldn't move it.

All in all, not a fun night.