A New Body Pillow

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True freedom was not doing whatever you wanted.

It was being able to refuse what you did not want.

After arriving in this world, Damon considered himself free.

He had no intention of sleeping on the floor.

So while Felicity was still trying to understand what sleeping on the floor had to do with him keeping anything under control, Damon had already lifted the blanket, climbed into bed, and wrapped an arm around her with complete naturalness.

Her body was stiff.

Her body was also soft.

Held in Damon's arms, Felicity went motionless, as if someone had pressed a pause button on her. Her fingers clutched her phone hard, but they seemed to have forgotten how to move. Her mind went blank.

"This new body pillow does not seem that big either," Damon muttered after testing the fit.

Then he slowly closed his eyes.

Felicity had no idea how long passed before she quietly looked at Damon.

He seemed to be asleep.

She tried to slowly move the hand resting on her.

The moment she shifted it away, the hand came back on its own.

That made Felicity furious.

She moved it again.

It came back again.

The war over that disputed territory lasted several rounds before Felicity finally gave up.

Fine.

Yours.

It was yours, okay?

Felicity shouted silently at Damon in helpless frustration. Somewhere in the middle of that anger, her eyelids began to grow heavy, and she somehow drifted off too.

She seemed to have a dream.

In the dream, she had just graduated and gotten a job at Queen Consolidated. She and her boyfriend had rented a small but warm apartment.

The two of them cleaned the place together until they were exhausted. Too tired to cook, they ordered takeout. That night, her boyfriend held her sweetly and wanted to be intimate.

Shy. Nervous.

She felt as if she had found the person she could trust with the rest of her life.

Little by little, she stopped resisting.

Little by little, she even started responding.

Then her boyfriend dodged away as if he were teasing her.

That made her annoyed enough to take the initiative again.

After that, the dream grew blurry.

When it cleared, she woke up.

Damon was gone.

So was her sleep shirt.

Remembering the pieces of the dream she could still catch, Felicity felt so embarrassed she wanted to vanish.

Because the boyfriend in that dream had looked exactly like Damon.

"Damn it," Felicity muttered in frustration. "I'm not that desperate. Why would I dream something like that?"

Her gaze happened to fall on the alarm clock, and the time on it snapped her fully awake.

She had work at Queen Consolidated today.

"Crap. I'm going to be late."

Felicity shouted in panic and scrambled to find clothes.

Flustered and hopping around, she dressed as she came out of the bedroom, then rushed into the bathroom to wash up.

Five minutes later, she emerged ready to grab her bag, put on her shoes, and leave.

That was when she noticed Damon sitting on the sofa.

Clearly, he had watched every bit of her frantic little routine.

Possessed by some unexplainable impulse, Felicity blurted, "I get off at five."

Then she opened the door and left.

Bang.

The door slammed shut.

Damon shook his head, laughing.

Felicity really was more interesting than Harley.

He lay down across the sofa. Sunlight spilled over him, and he narrowed his eyes in thought.

Green Arrow had not been born yet. There was no news about the S.T.A.R. Labs particle accelerator explosion in Central City either.

That left the Legends.

The Legends' job was to travel through time, correct temporal deviations, and protect the timeline. If Damon changed their history, they would definitely show up.

Then he could use them to travel through time and wander wherever he wanted.

Would the Legends accept him on their ship?

Life had not taught Damon much.

It had taught him one thing: if he liked something, he could take it.

Since this was Starling City, Damon set his target on Laurel Lance.

Laurel Lance hated evil, had a strong sense of justice, and was kind by nature. If Damon made her become Black Canary ahead of schedule and gave her the ability to protect herself, then her sister Sara Lance would not need to betray the League of Assassins to protect Laurel and their father.

If Sara did not betray the League, she would not be killed by Thea under Malcolm Merlyn's manipulation.

She would not need the Lazarus Pit to come back.

And without that, she would not be cleansed by that whole ordeal and join the Legends.

If the future Legends discovered their captain had vanished from history, they would have to come running through time to find out what happened.

Besides, Damon was a little interested in Laurel herself.

Not because he wanted to make Green Arrow's romantic disasters even worse. Pure curiosity.

He mainly wanted to see what would happen when Oliver Queen finally returned, ready to make his grand declaration that he had to become someone else, something else, only to discover that the city's criminals and villains had already been handled.

Would he still become Green Arrow?

Or would he settle back into being a rich playboy?

Nine times out of ten, he would still become Green Arrow.

Only by then, the opponent waiting for him might be Laurel.

The lovers-to-enemies routine was old, but it worked.

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