It wasn't long before I remembered this fanfic, my very first attempt to pull the characters into one of my grand visions, and decided to share it as the last post of the year.
Mind you, it was written long before From Paris With Love, so take some of the events described in stride. Look forward to much ShOliver, and of course there's some NoRita thrown in there, too.
Description: And then [Oliver] did something he had never done, and likely never would do again.
May your New Year's Eve, and the year that follows, be encapsulated by as much magic and possibility!
See you in 2016!