Lots of locked doors

Running unevenly, Felicity hurried into STAR Labs. Oh god, she really couldn't be seen like this.

She wasn't exactly a great runner at the best of times; that was what came of dedicating her school years to computers. But on top of that, now she was running in heels, and when she was shaking from her sudden nudity.

Not that she wanted to take her heels off. Ok, they didn't really cover much, and they slowed her down, but they were something. The idea of not only being stripped naked, but ending up barefoot made her squeak.

Though she was squealing as it was, awkwardly making her way through the corridor. Every door she could see was shut; those she tried were locked, no matter how she pounded or tried to **** them.

That shouldn't have been surprising; most of the lab was closed down these days. What little there was left needed to be secure. Still, it meant she didn't have access to ay of the rooms, and potential labcoats, STAR labs-branded tops, or anything.

Then she heard footsteps. Felicity squeaked, ducking sideways into a doorframe. Ok, she couldn't get in, but there was a little depth to the doorway as it was. There was no way to hide in the corridor.

She pressed her nude body as close to the door as she could, biting her lip and staring out, panicked. Footsteps still echoed; her legs trembled.

Don't come closer, don't come closer...

It wasn't much of a relief when they didn't. As the sound faded, a red-faced Felicity peered out into the corridor again. Seeing it was empty, she squealed and started to move again, stumbling in her heels.

Every door was locked. She swallowed; well, all the ones she passed had been. The only room she could think of that she could be sure wasn't locked would be-

The lab. Where Team Flash would be helping Barry deal with the meta-human, a small group of people waiting around. She flushed; as much as she wanted to help, how could she go into a room of people?!

It was a last resort. An absolute last resort.

Whimpering with each step, Felicity zigzagged down the corridor, alternating walls as she went form locked door to locked door, **** to get in. Soon she grew too frantic to even successfully cover herself in the transition, always reaching out to the next door.

There had to be something!

She flushed to realised that, despite everything, her path was taking her closer and closer to the main lab.