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“Felicity, please, can we not fight,” Oliver practically begged. “Especially in front of the kids.”
“Oliver, you do realise that Rene was joking and- oh,” Felicity came to a realisation as she turned to see their new bunker mates staring at them.
“Hi,” Felicity said, drawn out and awkwardly, looking around the bunker as the kids and young adults piled out of the vans.
“I am Fe-“ she took a deep breath and offered her hand out to JJ as he took a giant step towards them; “you can call me Overwatch.”
“Hello,” JJ said shaking her hand. “JJ. And this-“ he paused as if for permission, “is Robin,” JJ gestured to the woman slightly behind him.
“Hi,” Robin said breaking the glance she shared with JJ and stepping forward to stand beside him. “You must be Felicity.” Felicity’s eyebrows furrowed as she took a step back. “I’m sorry,” Robin said, as she stepped back in line with JJ again. “I’m sorry if I startled you. We tend to know a lot about people; more than-“ JJ cut her off.
“We overheard your conversation,” he said, inputting a simpler explanation.
Felicity and Oliver partook in a look in which she was clear. I will help but do not completely trust these people.
“So, who are the rest of you?” Rene asked.
“Right,” Robin said. “Me, JJ, Jamie, team, Nora, and her sister, also, the kids. That’s everyone, okay… yay.” she added.
Connie —standing by the second van, one eye still on Tom resting in the passenger seat close by— sent Robin a confused look. One that she very much had inherited from her father; eyebrows furrowed and eyes intent, the purse of confusion on her lips.
“Okay,” Felicity said. “Well, I guess you already know my name. This,” she said pointing to the group; “is Wild-dog, Mr. Terrific and Ragman and you’ve already met the green arrow.”
“Yeah, still not sure on the name,” Rory added in protest.
“Now that we’re bringing it up,” Rene said pointedly; “me neither.”
“Guys,” Oliver’s gaze harshened. “Now is really not the time.”
Suddenly, the lift doors opened. “Who’s that?” Olivia tugged on Sara’s sleeve looking back and forth between them and the man by the door.
“I’ll explain later,” Sara hissed distractedly at Olivia pulling her vice like fingers off her sleeve.
“Uh, man. Oliver. Who are these people?” Diggle asked. He looked more at their clothing. “Oliver, I know you haven’t always been the sharpest crayon in the box but why are you bringing civilians into the bunker?”
“They were being attacked,” Oliver said. “I had no other choice-” he frowned, “wait, Dig, why crayons?”
“John Jr., he is in a new phase Lyla likes to call the: ‘draw on everything’ phase.”
“Oh,” Oliver replied.
“Yes.”
“I see,” Felicity added. “I take it I should probably buy him a new birthday present then?”
“Uh, sorry to interrupt. But could; we use your med bay?” JJ asked Oliver, motioning to Robin and his voice hastening and starting to become unsure.
“Yes, of course, sorry,” Oliver said. “Felicity?”
“Yep, I will show them around.”
‘Thank-you’ he mouthed back.
“Come on guys, let’s get you all patched up.” Felicity started to walk towards the car and Tom when Connie stopped her.
“I was gonna let him sleep. He’s had a big day,” she said defensively.
“Okay, but I’m gonna need to take some tests from all of you to make sure that you are okay,” Felicity said. “In the meantime,” she continued, looking at Lev’s arm; “that looks —and excuse my language here— it looks nasty.”
As Felicity peeled the small towel that Lev had been holding to it to staunch the blood flow away from the gash she winced with him. “Yowch,” she said grabbing another and throwing the original towel in the trash bin. “That must’a hurt.” She turned to her left. “Um, Ro- Rob- Robin, could you open that drawer?” Felicity pointed to a cabinet against the wall. “The third one from the top. There should be some local in there. Robin opened the drawer and pulled out the vial, holding it to the light before placing it on the metal bench top.
“Can I help?” Jamie asked, thankful for all her mothers had taught her.
“Sure, you measured-?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then the fifth drawer down, there are needles, measure about fifty percent of the bottle into one.” Jamie bloody well did as she was told. She had learned over the years to not mess with Felicity Smoak more times than she could count.
“Here you go,” Jamie handed over the needle.
“This is gonna be more painful because I’m going to have to stop applying pressure to the wound,” Felicity caught Lev’s eye. “Okay, Jamie, can you take up the slack?” Felicity said questioningly. “Tell me more about you,” she turned back to Lev, “it’ll help keep your mind at ease.”
“Ah,” Lev groaned as she stopped applying pressure.
“It’s okay, I got it,” Jamie said, pressing the crisp white towel against the wound while Felicity injected the site with a local anaesthetic. After flushing it with saline and dabbing the area down with antiseptic to clean the wound, she then stitched it up, peeled back the plastic on the back of the dressing and applied it.
When they were done with Lev, Jamie motioned to Robin.
“Robin, come on. Let me have a look at that wrist.”
“No, Jamie, take a look at ‘Livia first. I’m fine,” Robin insisted.
JJ intervened, he was not about to let things get ridiculous, “I’ll tell you what, Felicity, can you take a look at ‘Liv while Jamie braces Robin’s wrist?”
“Yes, yep, yeah. I can do that,” Felicity said looking around, confused. “Which one is Olivia?” Sara walked a small girl forward.
“You’re okay,” Sara whispered in her ear as Olivia shuffled the last few steps towards Felicity.
“Okay, you wanna sit down?” Felicity asked, offering Olivia up a chair. Olivia looked up, a mix of murky and vivid memories of her mother returning. She nodded at Felicity fiddling with the strap of her overalls. Felicity kneeled down next to Olivia and dabbed antiseptic on her knee. She put a band-aid over the scrape and then focussed her attention on the head wound, something that she then realised probably should have come first. But Oliver had done a good job. The wound was only shallow and required little actual medical attention. Just to be sure Felicity then held one finger up in the air. “Olivia, I just need you to follow my finger, alright?”. Olivia quietly dipped her head down to nod once before staring straight forward and then her eyes following Felicity’s index finger from side to side, the adult looking for signs of a concussion. “Eyes wide!” Felicity said as she flashed a medical torch in each eye. “Yeah, you’re good.” Felicity held up her hand for a high-five with the compliant but slightly reluctant looking kid. “High-five Olivia?” she asked. Olivia shot out a quick high-five to Felicity, and mumbling something, stood up, running quickly back to Sara and Michael.
“See?” Sara said quietly to Olivia so that Felicity could not hear them, and picking her up she continued, “I’m so proud.”
Meanwhile, Jamie was carefully examining Robin’s left wrist, casually inserting little phrases like “Yep,” “stop looking so anxious,” and “where’s the pain coming from again?”. Jamie finally came to a conclusion. With JJ’s fingers resting tantalisingly close to her’s on the table, Robin felt a small rush of comfort amongst the mess of the day as Jamie started. “Good news,” she said as JJ let out a sigh of relief he did not even realise he had been holding the whole time.
“So, why does it still hurt when I move it?” Robin interjected, her eyebrows furrowing as she winced while Jamie gently felt the tender wrist area again..
“So, I don’t think it isn’t fractured —that’s the good news— unfortunately, though, it is strained, meaning that you will need to rest your wrist for at least 48 hours, compress and ice it and possibly take anti-inflammatories,” Jamie finished up.
“That’s good news?” JJ asked, taken aback that his second in command was suddenly out of commission.
“Well, as far as long term goes, yes, yes it is,” Jamie said, rummaging through the draws of painkiller medication. “Do you have any anti-inflammatories?” she addressed the question to Felicity.
“Hmm?” Felicity responded. “Oh, yeah, right. They are… just over here,” she walked briskly over the dull concrete. “Aha!” she pulled out a small box of painkillers and threw them across the room at Jamie. They landed on the floor a couple of feet from where Jamie was standing. “Oops, sorry!” Felicity said, wincing.
It was at this point that Oliver walked into the conversation. “Felicity, I-“ he leaned in closer. “I need to speak to you.”
“Okay…” Felicity replied, unsure. They walked back up to Felicity’s station, a clear calculated distance between them.
“I need you to hack the city network,” Oliver said blankly.
“Uh, Oliver, you’re the mayor; can’t you just access it yourself?” she said incredulously, eyebrows slightly raised.
“There’ll be a record,” Oliver said as if what he was asking her to do was completely normal —which, to be fair, it was. “It’ll look suspicious.” Felicity let out a little laugh.
“Wow, you really are starting to take being mayor seriously,” she said with pride, fingers tapping on keys like there was no tomorrow.
“Yeah,” he concluded with a nod as Felicity continued typing.
“You know I could have just wiped the record right?”
“Oh.”
“Okay,” Felicity said bringing up the city network. “What do you need?”
“Information.”
Concurrently, the other team was finishing up in the Med area.
“Anyone else?” Jamie asked, looking around to check the others for injuries.
“Nope, I don’t think so,” Robin said doing the same.
“Robin?” JJ asked. “Do you think you could hack like… a satellite to get us a view of the ship? See if there are any remnants?”
“Sure I just need to find an ethernet… aha!” Robin remarked, grabbing the cord, plugging it in, flipping her tablet over in her lap and placing it on the table, beginning to type with her right hand.
“Connie?!” she called a minute later.
“Huh, what. Robin?” Connie poked her head around the open van door.
“Is he still asleep?” Robin asked Connie as she walked over.
“Tommy can sleep through anything.”
“Yes, yes he can,” Robin said distractedly. “Aha!” she grinned. Her face fell almost immediately. The ship was no more. Its remnants were not even recognisable as those of any kind of vessel —let alone a time vessel. However, small pieces of platinum from the time-drive caught Robin’s eye as she peered at the screen. “JJ!” she yelled.
“Robin?” he phrased it as a question, walking up behind her.
“Right there.” Robin zoomed in and he saw it too. What could be their way home. Out of what was their family’s past.
Felicity stomped up to them —as much as she could in high heels— and tried to look intimidating.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she questioned them.
“Hacking,” Robin blurted out. “I… I mean. stuff. on… my computer.” Connie sent her a look from the chair next to her that said: ‘shut up’.
“Using my network?” Felicity said, picking up Robin’s tablet, and starting to become irritated.
“I’m really sorry, it's just… the whole Faraday cage thing kind of makes anything else impossible,” Robin said quietly. Connie sent her another look of desperation.
“Don’t do anything else illegal,” Felicity said. “And stay put till Oliver, Diggle and the rest of the team get back.”
Robin nodded.
A little boy named Tom quietly waddled up to them from behind and looked directly at Felicity. “Mommy???”