A/N: Welcome to chapter two! So sorry about the wait. I had other things to do...unfortunately, university coursework doesn't stop just because you've handed in your major assessments. Which sucks. In any case, here is the new chapter of Get Fit! You're responses to the first chapter were amazing and the amount of Favorites and Followers was just, like, whoa! So thank you for that! I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

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Get Fit (It will be Fun, they Said)

Chapter II: The Discovery

Her routine doesn't change that much after Oliver kisses her after their first date.

She still goes to the gym, sweats her way through a workout that's growing less and less painful; has coffee with Oliver and then goes to work.

Except, of course, that instead of grinning at her and standing too close in greeting, Oliver kisses her good morning when they have coffee. Most days, too, she doesn't have to wait until the next morning to see him because he shows up at her apartment and sometimes they go out on a date and some nights, they stay in.

Really, nothing has changed except now she has a boyfriend.

It's kind of wonderful, actually.

All in all, her decision to get fit turned out to not be that bad.

Right up until it goes wrong.

"You know, Oliver, I still don't know what you do for a living."

They're sitting at their usual booth waiting for Diggle to bring them their coffee when Felicity brings it up.

It's really started to niggle at her that she still doesn't know a lot about Oliver.

Not his background, not a lot about his family – one sister, divorced parents and a stepfather – and that his best friend from childhood is all set to get married to his high school girlfriends. Oliver's high school girlfriend, not his best friend's.

That one had confused Felicity but Oliver had seemed really okay with it. Impressed, actually, that his high school girlfriend had found the perfect foil to her personality in his best friend.

The issue is that Felicity knows all of this but she doesn't know names. She's got no clue who his best friend is or what his sister's name is.

They do exist though; she knows this for a fact. He's certainly taken calls from them but then he gets all tricky on her and says stuff like 'oh, it's only my sister calling' or 'it's the groom.'

See? Tricky.

The only friend she knows he has – and is apparently very, very close with – is John Diggle and that's only because Oliver seems to have helped him out with the coffee shop when he'd first started it.

Which was years ago and John Diggle stays very quiet when Felicity asks him questions about Oliver.

She also doesn't know what he does for work.

Felicity knows he works because he'll call her and tell her that he's going to be in a meeting 'til late and won't be able to see her or he'll complain about dealing with people who don't have any clue what they're doing.

So, Felicity knows that he works and has family; he's clearly not lying about that. But he's omitting details and it's really irritating.

She supposes she could have looked him up online, it wouldn't have taken her that long, even without a confirmed last name but she's pretty sure that's crossing some sort of line.

So, she hasn't and now she's going down the honest route and asking him.

"What I do for work?" Oliver asks warily and Felicity eyes him suspiciously.

"Yes, what you do for work. Do you work at the gym? Because I know you're there a lot. Thank you, Mr. Diggle." She says as John Diggle sets her coffee down in front of her and then looks at Oliver.

"Yes, Oliver. Do you work in the gym next door? Because that would be the perfect job for you." John Diggle says, folding his impressive arms and looking at Oliver intently.

Felicity feels like John Diggle is giving Oliver a message.

One Oliver clearly doesn't want to hear because he clears his throat.

Felicity's slowly developing a weird feeling in her stomach because she's suddenly has a feeling that Oliver's not telling her something major.

Really major, actually.

Before she can question him, her phone alerts her to an email.

"Damn it. I have to go. My manager and this VP are so…stupid." Felicity says and picks up her coffee, grateful that John Diggle knows her well enough now to always give her the coffee in a takeaway cup.

"Really? They're so stupid? I wonder why." John Diggle says, now almost glaring at Oliver who's shoulders are set in a very straight line.

Felicity thinks that this is weird but decides it doesn't matter.

Leaning down, she kisses Oliver goodbye.

"I'll see you later?"

Oliver looks at her and sighs, kissing her once more.

"Probably sooner than you think." He replies cryptically and Felicity thinks that's weird.

She also doesn't know what he means.

She'll think about it later though because, right now, she has to get to work.

Oliver's cryptic words make a whole lot more sense an hour and a half later.

The head of the IT departments called in sick and requested the Felicity go to the meeting with new VP about the most recent changes to the system.

She's not overly happy about this meeting.

She doesn't even know whom she's supposed to be meeting only that she has to go to the twenty-eighth floor and a conference room there and talk about upcoming changes to the system she'd learned of an hour ago.

Stupid manager and VP.

Still, she does what she's told and when she walks into the conference room, she stops dead.

The VP standing at the head of the table looks way too familiar.

"Hello, Felicity."

"Oliver?"

The weird feeling in her stomach threatens to revolt.

It was right.

This is something major.

Apparently, she'd been dating Oliver Queen for the last few weeks.

Past tense because after the conference room incident, she's most definitely not dating Oliver Queen.

Oliver Queen, son of the CEO of Queen Consolidated and the deputy Mayor of Starling City. Stepson of the guy in charge of one of the major banks. Party boy who disappeared to Russia for five years. Some said he'd been banished, others that he was sent there to be groomed unencumbered for the position of CEO.

He was sent to Russia to become something else, someone else.

He was also a serial dater of models, actresses, socialites and, apparently, her.

Felicity doesn't even know how this happened.

She thinks she was in serious shock in the conference room because she had absolutely nothing to say to Oliver as he'd tried to explain to her why he hadn't told her who he really was.

It had gone a bit like this 'blah, blah, blah. You didn't know. I liked that. Blah, blah, blah, women are horrible when they find out I'm a billionaire. Blah, blah, blah, nobody knew I'd come home from Russia and I thought you were pretty.'

Blah, blah, blah.

Well, it hadn't gone exactly like that but Felicity had been in too much shock to care.

Now? Now she just feels stupid.

Oh, she gets that he'd been gone for five years and that, in that time, he'd cut his hair and decided on a designer five o'clock shadow but she hadn't known who he was. She'd had no inkling, no clue and here she is dating the most eligible bachelor in Starling City, according to all the gossips websites.

How dumb is she?

She'd thought he worked at the gym. The gym. She'd insulted him to his face because she didn't know who the hell he was.

Honestly, how was she supposed to know he was the VP instigating all these new security changes?

She'd called him stupid. To his face. Several times. Because he hadn't told her who he really was.

It's really all his fault.

And the worst part is she's now never going to her coffee shop again.

Not when there's a real possibility that he'll be there, waiting for her.

Which is just great.

She now has no relationship and has to find a new coffee shop.

Stupid VP.

Felicity caves on the coffee shop front.

She can't help it.

It's really good coffee.

She second she walks in though, John Diggle spots her and his eyebrows rise, she's pretty sure in concern.

It's not a surprise, really.

Felicity's deliberately come on her lunch hour so she avoids Oliver.

"Felicity, how are you?" He asks, sending the girl who was about to serve her scurrying with one look.

"Fine. I'm fine. All good. Can I have my usual? And a blueberry muffin?" She asks, determined to not answer his question seriously.

She knows she shouldn't get the muffin but after finding out who Oliver was, her daily sugar intake has quadrupled and she's been nowhere near the gym.

John Diggle nods thoughtfully and efficiently makes her coffee, adding an extra shot that makes her smile and placing two muffins in a paper bag instead of one.

He places them all on the counter and shakes his head when she pulls out her debit card.

"No. This is going Oliver's tab." He tells her with a somber look and Felicity tries and fails to not let her shoulders drop. "You know, Felicity, he didn't lie to make you feel stupid. He lied because he likes you. He figured telling you the truth would freak you out and you'd stop seeing him."

Felicity stares at John Diggle.

Of course he was going to take Oliver's side in this.

"That's exactly what happened, Mr. Diggle."

He nods. "I know. I'm not trying to justify what he did, just explain it. Just remember that he didn't lie to make you feel stupid. He likes you and he does stupid things when he likes someone."

Felicity wrinkles her nose at that. Because it sort of does sound like he's justifying what Oliver's done.

She doesn't like it.

"That's really not an excuse. He lied to me. I was dating the son of the CEO of my work and I had no idea. That's not cool. It's sort of like…I don't know, Fifty Shades of Grey. Just without the kinky, slightly uncomfortable sex and, you know what? It doesn't matter." Felicity says hastily, seeing the awkward look that shifts across John Diggle's face. "He lied. That's not cool and I feel stupid because he lied. And I'm still mad. Okay? So if he asks, just tell him I'm still mad."

Felicity's pretty sure saying mad three times will get the point across.

John Diggle doesn't say anything, so Felicity takes it as her cue to leave.

Picking up her two muffins and coffee, she heads out the door, very aware that John Diggle is most probably going to tell Oliver what she said.

John Diggle most definitely told Oliver what she said.

Because the next morning when she walks into her cubicle, she stops and looks around the office suspiciously.

There's a large coffee cup sitting on her desk.

She recognizes the cup; it's from John Diggle's coffee shop.

Stepping closer, she picks it up gingerly, half-expecting Oliver to popup and announce they need to talk.

Oliver doesn't do well when asking things of people.

She turns the cup around and stops short when she sees a handwritten message, residing where the shorthand for her order should be.

A handwritten message from Oliver.

It says: I'm sorry you're mad.

Damn it.

He knows her weakness.

John Diggle looks contrite the next time Felicity walks into the coffee shop.

"You told him." She accuses.

He shrugs.

"Oliver asked. Besides, he had to pay for your muffins." He raises an eyebrow and Felicity narrows her eyes. "Are you having your usual?"

Felicity tilts her head and considers the look on his face. John Diggle has gone from looking contrite to looking devious and she has no idea why. She's just ordering coffee. Coffee is not devious.

But John Diggle is.

"Yes."

"Okay."

Felicity's phone alerts her to a message as John Diggle moves to make her order and she opens up her phone to see an email from work. Thumbing through it, Felicity heaves a frustrated sigh.

So, maybe, when she found out exactly who the stupid VP from Russia was she'd handed off most of the work to her colleagues. Unfortunately for her, she'd been shouldering the more complicated code and since handing it off, she's been getting more emails than usual.

"Here you go." John Diggle hands her the fresh coffee and Felicity takes it absently.

"Thanks."

Shoving her phone back into her bag with the decision to deal with the emails back at the office, Felicity raises her cup to her lips and then pauses.

The takeaway cups that Diggle has are all the same. They're white with the logo of the café and black lids. If there's writing on them, it's the coffee order.

But Diggle already knows her coffee order.

So there shouldn't be writing on it.

Bringing it away from her mouth, Felicity turns the coffee cup around to see what it says.

I'm sorry I made you feel stupid.

Well. Okay.

Her heart just melted a little.

The next day, Felicity's coffee is waiting on her desk in the morning.

This one says: I'm sorry I lied to you.

Her heart melts a little more.

The one the day after that comes with an apple and cinnamon muffin.

Baked fresh because when she picks it up, the muffin is still warm and Felicity wonders how early Oliver was at the coffee shop to pick up a freshly baked muffin.

Either that or he paid John Diggle to bake a batch so it'd be fresh on her desk.

Felicity isn't sure which.

Strangely enough, both sound like something Oliver would do to get his way.

It's a little bit sweet.

Almost as sweet as writing messages on her coffee cups.

Both are threatening to melt her heart.

Especially the next message.

I thought you were pretty the second I ran into you.

Well, Oliver certainly has a way with words.

Felicity thinks she might be on her way to forgiving him.

The freshly baked muffin certainly has helped, anyway.

She sneaks into the gym the next afternoon.

Felicity doesn't know why she's sneaking into the gym. She knows absolutely Oliver isn't there because he's in a meeting with her boss.

She'd doubled checked that. Just to be sure.

Felicity's heart may be melting at every written message on her coffee cups – which she has carefully washed out and now sit in a line on her desk, the messages facing her – but her heads still unsure.

She's not quite sure what to do with Oliver Queen.

Oh, she knew what to do with the Oliver-who-wouldn't-name-himself. But Oliver Queen? Not so much.

So, she's resorted to sneaking into her gym because she still doesn't want to see him because her reaction to him might be a jumble of things.

Though she doubts that she'll walk out the way she did when she'd found out who he was.

Still, Felicity would rather not take that chance.

"Hey!"

Felicity startles at the loud greeting directed at her the second she walks into the gym. Only just managing to maintain a grip on her water bottle, she looks up and eyes the blond walking towards her.

This blond looks tough. She's dressed in black yoga pants, a black sports bra and black sneakers. Her abs are pretty incredible, actually. Felicity doesn't blame her for not wearing a shirt. Her blond hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and she's looking at Felicity curiously.

"Um. Hi?" Felicity says, unsure what's about to happen.

"You're Felicity, right?" The blond asks and, despite looking really tough, she actually looks quite pleased to meet her.

"Um, yes?" Felicity replies and then shakes her head a little. "I'm sorry. I mean, yes. I'm Felicity. No question. I'm definitely Felicity. Well, last time I checked, anyway."

The blond's eyes sparkle enthusiastically at her reply and Felicity suddenly has a sinking feeling in her gut. She suddenly has a good idea how the blond knows who she is.

"It's so good to meet you. I'm Sara Lance. I've been waiting to meet the girl that's got Ollie twisted up into knots."

Sara Lance seems quite enthusiastic about meeting her so Felicity's under the impression that the blond has no idea that she and Oliver aren't together.

"I don't think that's quite accurate. I wouldn't say he's in knots over me. Actually, I wouldn't know. I haven't spoken to him in, like…"

"Two weeks. It's been awesome. Ollie's been freaking out trying to figure out how to convince you to talk to him." Sara leans forward conspiratorially. "Between you and me? I've been enjoying it way more than I should. So has Tommy. No-one can remember Ollie ever being so torn up over a girl."

"Tommy? Who's Tommy?" Felicity asks, suddenly dazed by the news.

Oliver is torn up over this? Really? She's not sure why she's surprised, though. It is clear that Oliver's…something over this. He wouldn't be trying to woo her with coffee cups and muffins if he wasn't.

He also wouldn't be doing it from a distance.

Somehow, Oliver Queen seemed to know her well enough to guess that trying to see her would just make her angrier.

"Tommy Merlyn. Ollie's best friend. He's marrying my sister, Laurel, in a couple of weeks. He's been enjoying the downfall of Oliver Queen a little to much." Sara tells her, folding her arms grinning at Felicity. "Tommy's been waiting for the time when Oliver falls for a girl that doesn't fall at his feet."

Felicity suddenly feels faints. Because she's just realized something.

"So you all know about me? All of you? No-one doesn't know about me?" She asks, her face heating and Sara's enthusiasm dims.

She can clearly see that she's said something wrong.

"Sure. Oliver's been talking about you for weeks. We knew it was something big because he's not that big a fan of coffee and the fact that he was drinking it more than once a day? Big deal."

Felicity's face flames at that.

His friends knew about her. Had known about her for weeks and he still hadn't told her who he was.

"So, you all knew? Even his sister? And mother? Everyone knew about me?" Felicity asks, just to be sure.

The melting heart she'd had this morning is starting to harden up really quickly.

Sara seems to consider her words now. "Well, sure. But that's only because he was excited about it. He was excited about you."

For a second, Felicity finds that really very sweet.

Then she just gets mad all over again.

Because everyone knew about her and she had no idea who he was.

"Well, Sara, it was nice to meet you. Excuse me, though? I need to go and see Oliver. I possibly need to kill him too. Because he's a stupid VP. Okay?" Felicity says darkly and Sara seems surprised at her reaction.

"Okay. Sure. I'll see you – "

Felicity doesn't hear anything after that.

She's too busy stomping out of the gym to care.

His friends and family knew about her. They all knew. But she didn't know, did she? She had no idea that Oliver was Oliver Queen and, you know what? He's stupid.

Stupid Oliver Queen.

Who told all his friends about her but couldn't tell her who he was.

Boy, is he in trouble.

So, so much trouble.

Oliver's executive assistant gives Felicity absolutely no trouble when she stomps into his office.

In fact, the executive assistant takes one look at her face and blanches a little.

Felicity would feel sorry for her but, well, she's too mad.

"I am here to yell at Mr. Queen. Can you please tell him that?" She tells the woman sitting behind the desk. "Tell him Felicity Smoak is here to yell at him."

The executive assistant looks like she's not sure what to do but she picks up her phone anyway and calls Oliver. Her eyebrows rise in surprise at whatever Oliver tells her and when she puts down her phone, she looks hesitantly at Felicity.

"Mr. Queen says you can wait in his office. He's almost done with his meeting."

"Thank you. If you hear yelling, please don't call security. I'm only informing Mr. Oliver Queen how stupid he is." Felicity says politely before stalking into Oliver's office and shutting the door.

His office is actually pretty nice. Big, well furnished with an amazing ebony desk in the center, piled high with folders and a couch pushed into one corner. Felicity takes it all in and then starts pacing.

She doesn't have to pace long.

Oliver steps into his office and shuts the door firmly behind him maybe ten minutes later. His eyebrows shoot up and Felicity belatedly realizes she's still in her gym clothes. Probably not the best attire because Oliver likes how she looks in her gym clothes.

He's also in a suit and it's making Felicity feel underdressed.

"Felicity. Hello." He says warily.

"You're family and friends knew about me? Like, all of them. Not just John Diggle. They all knew about me and yet, you couldn't tell me who you were?" She snaps at him and Oliver goes very still.

Possibly at the venom in her voice, possibly because of what she's saying.

"Ah. Who told you this?"

"Sara. It was great. I liked meeting her and being informed that my boyfriend told everyone in his life all about me but couldn't tell me who he was. I had such a great time listening to it. Especially seeing as I didn't even know you had a friend called Sara or that your best friends name was Tommy!" Felicity snaps, stepping closer to him so she can poke his chest. She's too mad to really notice how hard it is. "I learned more about your life in a five minute conversation with her than I learned from you. I feel really stupid now."

Oliver stays quiet even as his hand rises to catch hers before she can poke him again.

Felicity startles at the feel of his hand sliding over hers again.

It reminds her that he hasn't touched her in two weeks. Maybe more.

"So, I'm still your boyfriend?" Oliver asks, seemingly quietly hopeful.

Felicity stares at him. She hadn't said that, had she? Rewinding what she's said, she cringes a little.

So, maybe, she did say that.

"I don't know and that's not the point. The point is everyone seemed to know about you except me. And I'm not – "

Oliver kisses her.

Felicity gasps in surprise and then melts into his mouth. His hands entwine with hers as the other one rises to cradle her face.

Felicity grips his shoulder with her other hand and kisses him back. Man, she's missed this. As mad as she is, she's missed kissing him.

But that doesn't change the fact that she's still mad.

Pulling away, Felicity lets go of him and steps back.

"Um. I'm mad, at you? Okay? Really mad. So…yes. Mad."

Oliver's looking at her knowingly, like he knows something she doesn't and Felicity wonders how she lost control of this conversation.

Well, it wasn't really a conversation so much as a confrontation and she's messed that up. She hadn't come up to this office to kiss him. Or tell him that he was boyfriend.

"Okay." Oliver acquiesces easily and Felicity decides she should probably get out of here now.

This hasn't gone how she'd planned.

Sidling past him, Felicity reaches to open the door and Oliver speaks again.

"Felicity? We're not close to being done."

With that ominous warning, Felicity pushes his door open and escapes his office.

She's got a feeling that she's going to be getting more than coffee with cute notes on it.

A/N: Okay, so chapter three is one it's way! Soon hopefuly! Also, look out for the next installment of the running series Of Leather Pants, Illegal Activities and Random Kissing. Or the sequel to Disney, Awkwardness and Improvisation. That's nearly done and I should have that up sometime soon, too. So, yay on all fronts! I hope you enjoyed this and, as always, reviews are an authors lifeblood, so please let me know what you think!

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