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"Hey, Slade...oh hey Felicity." Diggle stopped in his tracks.

"What's going on here?" Oliver said in angry growl, his mood suddenly souring at the sight of Felicity standing in nothing but Slade's shirt with a guilty look on her face.

"Felicity spilled coffee on her clothes and I gave her my shirt to wear while she got the stains out." Slade offered as an excuse but neither Oliver nor Diggle believed him.

Felicity contemplated what lie to tell them. To be fair they never set the bar too high for good cover stories and lies. She knew the secret of what happened between her and Slade would eat her alive and eventually she would blurt it out. So, she decided now was as good a time as any to tell them.

"We slept together." Felicity said quietly as she moved around the Foundry looking for her clothes which she finally found scattered in a corner.

"You what?!" Oliver shouted, startling Felicity.

"If you are looking for me to say it was a mistake I won't, because it wasn't. We were both lonely and hurt so we decided why not. We are friends, nothing more." Felicity tried to rationalize with Oliver which they all knew could be a difficult task.

"You seem like more than friends." Oliver huffed.

"How long has this been going?" Diggle gestured between the two of them.

"It was just one time, last night." Felicity tried to make eye contact with Oliver as some sort of reassurance. Which for some reason he seemed to need.

"To be fair it was more than one time last night." Slade smirked.

"Dude, not helping." Diggle stepped between Slade and Oliver before either could make a move.

"This doesn't change anything. We are still a team, Oliver. This is never going to happen again." She placed a hand on his forearm.

Before he could really react her finger slowly dragged across his forearm and then their contact was broken. Oliver's skin suddenly felt cold with the loss of contact.

"Well, I am headed home. I need new clothes, a shower, and some coffee. Lots of coffee. Way too much has happened this morning and I have no caffeine in my system." Felicity was still wearing Slade's shirt as she made her way up the stair with her clothes in her arms.


At Oliver's request and Slade's reassurance that everything would be fine Diggle left the two men in the basement and headed up to the club floor.

"I wonder if 9am is too early to start drinking." Diggle muttered to himself.


"I invite you into my city, onto my team and you sleep with my IT girl?!" Oliver barked at Slade. Slade didn't even flinch at Oliver's anger, instead he took a step towards him.

"She isn't yours Oliver. Is that why you are mad? Because you want her to be yours?" Slade questioned with a smirk.

For some reason the questioned bother Oliver. Not because he thought Slade was wrong, but because he was right.

"Well if you even thought that I might get mad at this situation why did you do it?"

"A man only has so much willpower, Oliver." Slade laughed, even though Oliver still did not find the situation amusing.

"I never went after he because we are a team. It's too dangerous to have this kind of situation pop up in a team."

Before Oliver could start rationalizing to himself and Slade why he never made a move, Slade decided to cut him off.

"She came here last night to see you, Oliver."

"What?" Oliver said, shocked.

"I don't mean she came here to sleep with you. She just needed someone to talk to, you. And you weren't here, you were off with Laurel."

"Laurel and I are just friends." Oliver quickly inserted.

Slade seemingly ignored this comment. "Anyway, you weren't here. I was. We talked had a few drinks and one thing lead to another..."

" I do not need a full recap of what comes next..." Oliver grumbled.

"Oliver, you and Felicity need to sort yourselves and your feelings out. I can assure you I am not the only man who finds Felicity remarkable." Slade put a friendly hand on Oliver's shoulder.


Diggle was sitting at the Verdant drinking a cup of really horrible when Felicity came back in.

"Where are the guys?" She asked sitting next to him.

"Downstairs. Talking."

"You left them alone?!" Felicity moved to get up and Diggle put a hand on her arm to stop her.

"They are fine, they need this talk."

Felicity sat back down and Diggle poured her a cup of the horrible coffee. Felicity took a hesitant sip and turned to face Diggle. Her eyes looked like they were starting to fill with tears.

"Oh c'mon. The coffee isn't that bad." Diggle joked.

"Did I make a horrible mistake, John? Did I screw up the team?" Felicity looked like she was about to cry.

"You could never screw up the team. You made us a team, Felicity." Diggle rubbed her back reassuringly.

Felicity offered him a smile and quickly went back into Felicity mode. "Why was Oliver so mad? He wasn't jealous was he? Not that I am saying he has feelings for me or anything..."

"For a genius, you sure do miss the obvious." Diggle cut her off.

Before Felicity could question Diggle about his statement, Oliver and Slade had made their way into the club.