So, I don't know if you already needed another chapter... but it was floating around in my head, and I can't seem to function if I don't get it out...

"You never told me he was… well, a him." She quirks an eyebrow at that statement. "Why does that matter? He is still my friend from college, regardless of his gender." She sighs and shakes her head while stepping out of the elevator and into her office. "Regardless of what Harry said to Sally, men and woman can, in fact, be friends." She points between the two of them and says "Case and point."

Felicity hangs her coat over her chair and sits down, looking up at Oliver, who is just really frustrating this morning. "Richard has been my friend since he tackled me on the courtyard in our freshman year of college." That made Oliver's eyes narrow, just a fraction.

"Do you often become best friends with people who tackle you out of the blue?" he asks her, with an incredulous look on his face. She looks at him in silence for just a minute, before saying "Really? You really just asked me that question? Because I've got 2 very big, very blue bruises on my back from the last time you tackled me." She shakes her head, and holds up her hand to stop him from talking. "Yes Oliver, I am aware of the fact that you do that to teach me self-defense, and I'm just a bad student. But, Wings saved me that day from being beheaded by a runaway model airplane. So in short, yes, I frequently become best friends with people who tackle me."

And with that, she put on her headphones and turned to her computer screen, effectively ending the conversation. Oliver turned around while muttering "What the hell kind of stupid nickname is 'wings' anyway" and went to his desk. He needed to do some research on this Grayson character. He did not like the way that smug SOB looked at his EA and friend. So he opened his browser and googled the man.

Felicity was startled when her printer started printing all of a sudden. She hadn't given a command to print, so she assumed Oliver had messed up his printer settings again. She went over to the machine, intending to pick up the paper and reprimand Oliver about tinkering with the settings, and froze when she saw what was printed.

Richard Grayson newly appointed head of Wayne Enterprises Applied Sciences Division

She picked up the paper to read some more.

Structural changes within the Wayne Enterprises directorial staff led to the promotion of Lucius Fox, former head of the applied sciences division to CTO. This left an opening as head of the R&D branch of Wayne Enterprises. CEO Bruce Wayne appointed Richard Grayson to be in charge of the division.

Richard Grayson who was orphaned at a very young age, grew up in the circus until the age of 16 when he met Bruce Wayne. Grayson quickly became the protégé of Wayne, receiving the best education and graduating from MIT at the top of his class. He went on to work at Wayne Enterprises as a engineer, slowly working his way up in the R&D department. Grayson has stated that he is grateful and excited for this chance to prove himself.

The article went on about other changes within Wayne Enterprises but she felt Oliver's eyes burning a hole in the back of her head, so she stopped reading and walked into his office. She put the article in front of him, pointed at it and simply said "Explain."

"I… uhm… just wanted to know who the guy was. And by the way, you should have told me he was with Wayne Enterprises, they are our biggest competition for the Ferris deal. This is a conflict of interest Felicity, you can't fraternize with the enemy." He knew it was the wrong thing to say, as soon as he said it. Smooth move Oliver he thought to himself.

"Oliver Queen, you listen to me very carefully, because I will only say this once. Richard Grayson is my friend. He's been my friend for years. I don't care who he is employed by, because that is irrelevant to our friendship. And if you value the friendship between you and me, I suggest you stop snooping and butt out!"

She turned on her heels and stalked into her office, grabbing her coat from the back of her chair. "Where are you going?!" he yelled after her. She stopped, glared her evil-glare-of-death at him and said "OUT!" before stepping into the elevator and disappearing.

She met up with Richard at the little bistro down the street form QC, still totally pissed off by what Oliver had said. Fraternizing with the enemy, she snorted. Like he did, with Helena? And again in Russia with Isabel. He really is one to talk! And besides, she knew Richard before he worked for Wayne and before she worked for QC.

"He really said that? Wow, that's .. just wow. So I take it you didn't mention that you used to spend your holidays at Wayne Manor. Or that you're on Bruce's Christmas card list?" He looked at her, just a little amusement in his eyes. "I'm glad one of us finds this funny." She grumbles while picking up the menu. Yelling at Oliver always made her hungry.

They placed their order, but shifted their conversation away from business and bosses and more towards personal lives. "So, last time we talked you said something about meeting a guy. How's that working out for you?" he asked her, taking a sip of his wine. "He's in a coma." "Wow, Tiny, what did you do to the poor guy to end him up in a coma."

But before she could answer, the door opened and in walked Oliver. Their eyes locked, and her face turned into an angry frown. "Felicity, can I please talk to you for a minute. In private." he said, while looking pointedly at Richard. She was just about to decline his 'offer' when Richard's phone went off. He gave his friend an apologetic look and went to take the call outside.

Oliver took his seat across from Felicity, took a deep breath and started. "Look, I went a little overboard earlier." She raised an eyebrow when he said 'a little' but otherwise kept her mouth shut. "I'm just really stressed about this Ferris deal, and our other endeavors and…" She sighed and said "It's fine Oliver, already forgotten." But he could hear the disappointment in her voice. And that stung him even more than her yelling. He got up from the seat, turned to walk away, but stopped. There was one thing really bugging him still.

"So, why do you call him 'wings'?" She looked up and he saw the disappointment in her eyes fade, a faraway smile replacing it. "When I met him, he was working on a flight-suit, it was a project for his aerodynamics class. It looked like wings. And he tried to test it once, jumping of the roof of our dorm. Luckily for him he's an acrobat and there was a tree, because otherwise that would have been really disastrous. The name sort of stuck."

Well, that cleared that up nicely…

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