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FF# 40: It’s Christmas Eve, Carter Bowen (Step Away)

This is my first attempt at one of these Flash Fic challenges. The prompt was Christmas Eve. I hope I’ve done it right!

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Who invited Carter Bowen to this Christmas party? That was foremost in Oliver Queen’s mind as he entered Queen Inc.’s lobby and spotted his childhood nemesis on the other side of the room. It was the first official social event, post-renaming, and the room sounded like a beehive accompanied by seasonal music.

Rather than making it a stuffy gala affair, Felicity had suggested something different – a two-hour informal gathering for a last minute toy drive. Everyone was asked to bring a wrapped gift and afterwards they would be distributed to the local hospitals in time for Christmas morning. Since the event would be short, people could get back to their usual traditions. The room was festooned with white trees and silver garland with pops of red glass balls.

Oliver’s day had been crazy, filled with grocery shopping for Christmas dinner, last minute wrapping, a workout with Digg and then a quick stop home to clean up and dress for the occasion. That made him approximately 30 minutes late – fashionable by some standards, unforgivable by Felicity’s. She was the CEO now and while she was perfectly comfortable in the boardroom, she was still unaccustomed to being a hostess. She was counting on Oliver to step up and deploy his Queen charm to take the rough edges off the social awkwardness she swore she had, but no one actually noticed.    

Why was Carter Bowen standing so close to Felicity? That was second-most in Oliver’s mind. Why was he flashing his expensive smile and preening in a Hugo Boss suit, like Hugo Boss was still alive and he’d sewn it especially for his favorite client, Carter Bowen? Felicity looked fetching tonight in a green blouse and black skirt, decorated with snowflakes. 

Did he just touch her arm? Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen again. Unfortunately, the crowd was so dense and people with familiar faces, he knew he wouldn’t make it across the room in less than ten minutes.

The tinkle of frantic tapping on a champagne flute drew attention. Felicity, grateful for any distraction from the overly-attentive “TV doctor,” turned with everyone else. Her eyes lit up and her mouth took on a surprised smile.

There was Oliver, perched atop the Security Desk, holding his drink and a pen he was using to tap the edge of the glass. He was wearing it – the penguin sweater she had given him as a Hanukkah gift a few nights earlier. She laughed so hard when he opened it and held it up to his frame to model it. She hadn’t expected him to wear it in public, but then it was just like him to stare danger in the face and wink at it.

He scanned the crowd and finally locked eyes on Felicity. She bit her bottom lip and he smiled broadly. There was a silent acknowledgement of his outfit. The bastard looked handsome in everything. The room finally hushed and he held court. Like Oliver Queen.

“Hey everybody! It’s me.” Oliver projected his voice like he’d been taking lessons his whole life, because he had and his winning small already won over the room. “I hope you won’t mind, but this will only take a minute. First, I know you are all jealous of my sweater, right?” Oliver’s blue eyes sparkled and the room erupted in laughter at the face of the penguin that decorated his expansive chest.

“Well, you can’t have it. It was a present from my girl and I love it.” He grinned at Felicity while faces in the crowd turned, smiling at her. “Hey, Carter! I see you over there.” Carter Bowen looked at him quizzically. Oliver waved his hand, indicating he should step away from the blonde. Carter sighed, now informed, and shifted toward the open bar. Mission accomplished, Oliver nodded to Felicity with a smirk.

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A birthday gift for @fanmommer because I love her, and because she’s nice, I’m sharing it with y’all as well. Hope you enjoy it! (It’s not beta-d, sorry about that!)




The beer can in Oliver’s hand crinkled beneath his fingers, the sound masked by the thumping rhythm and chatter in the room.

The Theta Epsilon Nu pre-spring break party was in full swing, and Oliver had congratulated himself on managing to get Felicity to come out to the party—though at the moment he deeply regretted it.

The low light made it difficult to see her, but he kept his gaze fixed across the room as she talked and laughed with Carter Fucking Bowen.

He felt a sharp sting and sudden wetness and looked down at the now completely crushed can in his hand. He set it down on the ledge beside him with more force than necessary.

“Easy there, buddy,” Tommy’s jovial voice rang out beside him. “What’d that beer ever do to you?”

Oliver scowled, but didn’t move his gaze from the corner where Carter stood leaning over Felicity, who pushed a long piece of hair behind her ear, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 

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