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Remember Me. He Caught Her.

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Felicity Smoak Kuttler is a rich runaway with a decidedly large chip on her shoulder. Oliver Queen is the brooding bounty hunter sent to collect her.

As they travel across the country they find themselves on corresponding journeys they never knew they needed to take, searching for things they never knew they needed to have.

While the story takes place in ‘present day’, it is set back a few years. This should become clear given their relative ages DOBs and names are the only consistencies between Arrow and this AU, everything else is open to change.

I have become best friends with Google Maps, but even the best of friends get things wrong sometimes, please excuse any errors I may make.

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Oliver breathed in the sick and heavy scent of old spilled beer and spent cigarettes.

Mermaids — this was his stop in the backstreets of Jacksonville, Florida, where the haze of the pink lights barely gave the patrons away. The carpet was a thick red colour, the chairs and tables a flash of white that reflected the pink lights.

It was nothing more than a dive masquerading as something a little classier — but failing terribly in his opinion. He ordered a nothing from the bar, but slid a photo across the table.

The bartender — a thin set man, weedy even, in his late 20s but aging as though he was closer to 40 — gestured his head towards the end of the room.

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The music was loud, almost deafening, the mix of heavy metal from a bygone era made Oliver suspect the owner of this establishment was probably in his 50s with a pony tail and a penchant for wearing dirty white singlets.

He pulled back the thick red velvet curtain of a small cubical in the back of the room. Neither the chair nor the couch looked like good places to sit, so he opted instead to perch against a small coffee table that stood next to the chair.

He stretched his legs — he had spent days driving down here and they were beginning to rebel — folded his arms over each other across his muscular chest, the brown leather jacket flexing against his strain, and he waited.

It was almost 10 minutes before he saw the wave of the red curtain. Stiletto heels poked through underneath the curtain, black — probably at least 8 inches tall.

The curtain folded back and a young girl stepped in. She adjusted the black fishnet stockings that were pulled up with black lace and satin suspenders.

She had no pants on to speak of, just very short, very tight, black booty shorts that frilled at the back, not in the least bit containing her pert ass.

The top half was more moderately covered, a black bra under a black mesh t-shirt. All things considered, despite her best efforts to look different, she was most definitely the girl he was after.

She looked nervous, hovering uncomfortably close to the curtain. He watched her swallow down her nerves and force a smile as she walked towards him, one eye slightly raised.

He noticed the leather cuff bracelet on her left wrist. Finally moving his hand from the side of his body, he took her wrist tightly into his grip. He unclipped the back of the cuff and slipped it from her wrist.

A second later a green light flashed on the same device. He caught her limp body, she was lighter than he had expected her to be — that was good, that would make his job easier.

He picked her up, slumping her over his shoulder. Her lack of modesty would have to do until they reached the car outside.

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He slipped out from behind the curtain and no one paid him any mind, the handful of patrons too caught up in the naked girls dancing on the stage in front of them.

He pulled a thick envelope from his jacket pocket and slammed it down on the bar in front of the bartender who was now wearing a decidedly gaping look on his face.

His words were met with a slow nod. He made a mental note of the song playing as he left the establishment — Poison by Alice Cooper, his father had been fond of that song.

Your mouth, so hot Your web, I’m caught Your skin, so wet Black lace, on sweat I hear you calling and it’s needles and pins and pins I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don’t wanna touch you but you’re under my skin deep in I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison.

The mid afternoon sun outside was in stark contrast to the flashing pink lights inside and it took Oliver a moment to adjust his eyes to it. He strolled towards the classic convertible Ford Mustang in the off-cream colour, oblivious to any attention he was drawing from the biker pulling up to the gas station on the opposite side of the road.

In fact he took the opportunity to wave at the man, who seemed perplexed by what he was seeing. He placed Felicity down in the passenger side of the car as a much older woman ran out through the front door of Mermaids, a pink bag in her hands.

She spotted Oliver and made a beeline for him. He had his hand around the same small taser-like device that had rendered Felicity unconscious, in case he needed to use it again.

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She deserved an award — he decided — for the way she cleared the parking lot in her clear plastic 9 inch heels. He knew his intentions — he was taking the little rich run away home.

He was a few hundred miles from the Mississippi state line when Felicity stirred in the seat next to him. She groaned first, her thumbs rubbing her temples as her eyes blinked open.

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He adjusted his sunglasses as the wind swept over the convertible car. He flicked a brief smile at her, amused by the tone she spoke in, given what he knew about her upbringing to hear her speak with such vulgarity made him smile.

She narrowed her eyes at him, now sitting crossed legged in the seat, her hair whipping around her face.

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He handed the three page document to her, void of a smile, fully aware of the implications that document contained. Felicity looked down at the paper gripped between her hands.

She ignored his little dig, her focus elsewhere. The light was falling below the horizon now, replaced with the bright orange and pinks of a setting sun.

She kept her eyes on him, noticing the flicker of distraction her leg on the dashboard was causing him.

Combing her fingers through her hair she pulled out the clips along the hairline and gently pulled the wig from her head, revealing her golden blond hair, secured at the nape of her neck.

He heard the click of the seatbelt but before he could catch her she had climbed over the front seat and perched herself on the back tray of the car, rummaging through the duffle bag.

The corner of her pink lips drew up into a smiled as she pulled off the mesh t-shirt and dropped it in the back seat. She stood up on the backseat, her feet wedged between the duffle bag and the plain cardboard box, watching Oliver with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes at his balled up fist.

Oliver noticed the crowd forming in the window of the truck stop behind him, middle aged men in flannel shirts with dirty caps were drawn to the sight.

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She waved at the truckers as she slipped down the barely there shorts, revealing an even smaller pair of lace panties. It was at this point that Oliver used his height to bound up into the back seat and threw his jacket around her waist — barely covering her.

She shrugged, pleased that he had managed to break before her, she slipped down between the duffle bag and the box and pulled on a pair of black jeans and a plain grey t-shirt.

Suddenly it occurred to Oliver that she now resembled any other 19 year old as she removed the pins from her hair and let is cascade in bouncing waves down her back.

Finally she pulled a HUF cap from her bag and pulled it low on her head, tucking her loose hair behind her ears.

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She obliged with a muted sigh and she ambled back into the smooth leather of the front seat. Dusk was well and truly falling over them as Oliver made his way around the car, refusing to clamber over the interior of his beloved car.

He leaned over the passenger side door and fumbled in the glove box for a moment before he made one swift motion and Felicity found her wrist handcuffed to the armrest of the door.

He pulled back onto the I and they drove in virtual silence. She looked over at him, trying to decide whether or not to pursue that deeper, she decided against it.

He leaned over slightly and adjusted the volume on the radio up — signalling rather obviously that for now, he was done talking.

Oliver pulled off the road into the dimly lit parking lot of a dingy looking family restaurant attached to arguably an even dingier motel.

He looked over at Felicity expecting her to have a look of horror on her face that he would even attempt to stay in such a place, but she gave him nothing, her free arm simply wrapped around her waist and her lips folded into a waiting expectation directed at him.

She watched him walk clear across the parking lot. He had opted to park close to a lamp post, but far from any prying eyes in the windows of both the restaurant and the motel.

She watched him open the motel door and step inside.

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With her free hand she pulled a bobby pin from the underside of her cap. In less than a minute she had used it to pick the lock on the handcuffs and release her hand.

She looked up and down the highway, it was moderately busy, but she had no way of guaranteeing how long it would take for her to get a ride.

There was a gas station a mile back and she decided that would be her best hope. She could do with some money and whatever that thing was that he swiped over her wrist.

She pushed her thumb along the scar that was a constant reminder of a decision she had made long ago as a frightened teenager.

04.02.2020 – He couldn’t believe that Paul said something like that and shot him an accusing glare. Daryl felt better immediately. Negan snapped his fingers and held his hand behind his back, because the outside area was much more crowded than he had expected. This should become clear given their relative ages DOBs and names are the only consistencies between Arrow and this AU, everything else is open to change. The motel was a short walk across the parking lot and as Felicity stepped in to the reception area a step behind Oliver she was met with a smiling and familiar face.

She was told the scar that lined her wrist, together with the other few she hid as best she could, were a result of that decision — now a constant reminder of that night.

However looking at it now, thumbing over it, she could feel something foreign in there — she had always felt something but this time she knew it was there.

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She moved her mind back to the task at hand, aware her time was limited to how inept the person behind the reception desk at the motel was. Pulling the satchel onto her lap she began rummaging through it.

She found the device without much trouble and held it over her wrist. It flashed green as her name scrolled across a small display.

That thing had to go. She opened the car door and placed in on the ground in front of her. She drew her leg up, mustered every ounce of anger she had flowing through her and slammed the heel of her boot onto it.

She scooped up the contents and contemplated throwing them away, but as a devilish smile flickered across her face she decided instead to leave a message.

She pulled out a wallet next. She fingered through the contents, sticking the hundred odd dollars he had in notes into her bra.