preview of my next fic (Laurel/Felicity; G)

(so I have written part i and part ii of my lauryssa fic, the chase, already. it’s an earth-7 fic with laurel - who goes by dinah - as the green arrow and nyssa as the black canary. an anon of mine asked me if felicity was going to be in it, and I finally figured out a way to work her in. this parallels oliver’s first meeting with felicity in some ways but is ultimately different and you’ll see why in the full thing. as always, like, reply or reblog to be tagged!)

“Felicity Smoak?”

The woman swivels round on her chair to face her, chewing on a red pen, and she smiles at Dinah.

“The one, the only,” says Felicity.

“Hi,” says Dinah. “I’m -”

“Of course, I know who you are. Miss Lance.” She nods politely.

“Please, Miss Smoak,” she says, “call me Dinah.”

“Only if call me Felicity,” Felicity counters, and both women smile as Felicity pulls up a chair and gestures for her to sit down. “Now, how can I help you?”

“I need some help with something - discreetly - and my sister said you were the best person to come to.”

“She did?” For a second Felicity looks mildly pleased with herself.

“Yeah, she speaks highly of you.”

“I didn’t think the CEO even knew my name.”

“Well, she does. And now I do too.”

“So what can I do for you?”

Dinah pulls the broken smartphone out of her pocket. “I, er, was training in the gym with my headphones in and I - dropped my phone.”

“Did you happen to drop it on a pointy object, by any chance?” Felicity gestures at the point of impact, where indeed a stray arrow had gone through it, and Dinah quickly shakes her head.

“No, I was - lifting weights.”

Felicity plugs in the phone to her computer. “Hmm, you always keep your phone this heavily encrypted?”

Dinah shrugs. “Only the paranoid survive.”

“Truer words never spoken.”

“So, can you crack it?”

“I’ll need a couple of hours,” Felicity says.

“Great,” says Dinah, smiling.

“Can I have your number?” Dinah raises her eyebrows, faintly amused, and Felicity hastily adds, “I mean, so I can contact you when I’ve cracked it. Obviously I wasn’t trying to make a pass at you or anything, and I get that you’re giving me your phone but if you have an alternate one I can reach you on, then -”

“Sure,” Dinah interrupts, and Felicity looks almost relieved that she can stop babbling. “Here, let me write it down for you. And, uh, Felicity?”


“I want you to deal with this discreetly. Whatever you do, don’t show anyone that phone.”

“Copy that. Or is it ‘Roger’?”

“I prefer ‘copy’,” Dinah says with a smile, getting to her feet. “Less gendered.”