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Revealed Chapter 3

"So what should I pack Oliver? Is it going to be hot, cold, wet? Do I need walking shoes, going out shoes, beach wear? Just some kind of hint." Felicity stood looking into her wardrobe, Oliver perched on the edge of her bed grinning at her.

"Sure pack whatever. If there's something you need, I'll just buy it for you there." Oliver looked at the not-so-amused face on Felicity as she stood with clothes in either hand. "You know the private jet doesn't have a baggage allowance so go mad. It's only three days anyway."

"Ok so I'll guess where we're going? Let me know if I'm hot or cold. Is it in North America?" Felicity asked.

"No." Oliver grinned gleefully at her, tossing a cousin from her bed between his hands.

"Is it Europe?"

"Yes," Oliver smirked, his head cocked to one side.

Felicity jumped up and down. "I have always wanted to go to Europe. Is it a city?"

"Yes. You're good at this game."

"Is it Rome?" Her voice was going up in pitch with each guess.

"I'm afraid that was the last guess in today's game Ms. Smoak but I'll give you the consolation prize of many tiny liquor bottles on the plane?"

"Hey you didn't say I have a limited number of guesses. No fair." Felicity pouted. Oliver rose from her bed and closed the gap between them. He pulled her close to him, her arms looping around his neck. "Is it Paris?"

"It sure is." Oliver couldn't keep it from her any longer. Her adorably pouty face was enough to break him.

"Paris! Really? Paris! Like with the Eiffel Tower and baguettes and French people?"

"Yep the one and the same."

"Is it possible I love you even more?" Felicity leaned up to kiss Oliver, thoughts of their romantic getaway exciting her.

"I am fairly loveable," Oliver joked. "Look at this loveable face." Oliver stuck a lip out to her.

"And modest too," Felicity responded pulling him once again into an embrace.

Felicity hadn't travelled alot in her life. She had been to Canada but that was the extent of it. Her parents and later her Grandmother couldn't afford foreign travel and college loans were still restricting her holidays to this day. So when she entered the Queen private jet, her jaw fell. It was pure luxury. She stopped in the doorway, Oliver approaching from behind up the steps to the plane.

"You know you have to go the whole way in or we can't close the door. And decompression isn't much fun I'll have you know." Oliver placed a hand on her lower back and lead her into the plane. White leather lined each of the dozen luxurious reclining seats. Huge plasma screens lined the walls. "What do you think?"

Felicity still looked all around her, mouth agape. "What do I think? You're rich!"

"Yeah I knew that. Are you just realizing that now? Good to know you're not marrying for my money then?"

"Really rich."

"Well you're going to be very rich too soon so get used to it."

Oliver led her to one of the seats where an attractive stewardess was waiting to give her a glass of champagne. The stewardess disappeared into a separate cabin, leaving them alone. "Don't you want a prenup?"

Oliver looked at her shocked. "A prenup? Why would I want one of those? If you can stick up with all my crap, you deserve the money. And if we ever were to break up I would assume that I did something monumentally stupid and that you deserve to take me to the cleaners."

"Are you sure Oliver? I don't mind really. People probably will think I'm a gold digger anyway."

Oliver snorted into his champagne. "Only somebody who doesn't know you would think that because everyone who meets you loves you."

Felicity blushed at his compliment. "Thank you Oliver."

The pilots voice came over the speakers to prepare them for take-off. As they accelerated up the run-way, Felicity looked over to find Oliver's eyes closed and his fists clenched around the side of his seat.

"Are you ok hun?" Felicity asked, her hand coming to rest on top of his.

Oliver took a few deep breaths before turning his head towards her and opening his eyes, a small smile appearing. "I'm not scared of flying per se but my adventures with transport haven't always gone well so I'm a little apprehensive." Felicity hadn't thought about how the trauma of the 'Queen's Gambit' sinking would made him afraid. Felicity rarely saw Oliver afraid.

"Well squeeze my hand as much as you like and if you relax enough later, I'll let you join the mile high club later. That is if you're not already a member of the club. Oh God you probably are. With some hot air hostess probably. Or a model. Was it a model? Why did I put that image in my head." Felicity stopped mid rant to see Oliver laughing at her.

"No I am not a member of that club my love. But thank you for distracting me from the take-off."

Oliver and Felicity spend three wonderful days in Paris. They stayed in a hotel suite overlooking the Eiffel tower.

On their last night, Oliver left Felicity in the suite. He ran her a bath filled with bubbles and left to collect the ring. Oliver knew a jeweler in Paris who made the ring for Felicity. Oliver was nervous as he returned to the room. They were already engaged but he didn't have time to overthink it too much when he proposed the first time. Now he was standing with his hand on the bedroom door, his stomach filled with butterflies.

When he entered the room, Felicity was sitting in her bathrobe watching the lights turn on in the Eiffel tower outside. The light illuminated her face and her glowing visage gave him all the courage to propose all over again. Looking at her sitting there he felt so happy that he had made this decision. She was perfect to him. They still argued and disagreed but that never mattered because they always made up again and were stronger than ever.

Felicity heard him approach and jumped up to greet him. She saw the small box in his hand. She had suspected that he had gone to collect it but now that she saw him, excitement in her built. She wasn't a superficial person but it would be nice to confirm that she was indeed the future Mrs. Felicity Queen.

Oliver smiled warmly as he approached. "Do you want me down on one knee?"

"Don't you dare," Felicity joked. They had already discussed her non-traditional attitudes to this kind of thing.

Oliver opened the small box and took Felicity's hand in his. It was so small in comparison to his. "Thank you for making so happy. Please say you'll still marry me, even after you have seen what a bad flier I am."

Felicity smiled at him. "There's nothing I would like more in this world." Oliver took the ring from the box and placed it on her delicate finger. She had told Oliver not to get anything too big but she should obviously have been more specific because the ring he got her was so big, she was sure it would almost be difficult to type. It was a solitaire on platinum. When Oliver slipped the ring on her finger he knew that he had made the best decision of his life.

Oliver had got it engraved on the inside saying 'To F., love always O." Felicity discovered the engraving while playing with it later that night. Her heart warmed even further.

Oliver and Felicity had to eventually get back to reality. They hadn't yet told Diggle the news so wanted to say it to him before they officially announced it. Neither knew how Dig would react. It would obviously impact the dynamic of their little crime-fighting trio. Oliver and Felicity sat in a booth at Big Belly Burger the day after their return from Paris. They had arranged to meet Diggle there.

Felicity realized their surprise wasn't so much of a surprise as Carly ran over to their booth, an almost inaudible squeal escaping her as she approached. "Let me see it," Carly was beaming, ear-to-ear. "I always said you two would be a great couple," she added, grabbing Felicity's hand. They saw Diggle standing cautiously behind her, his expression unreadable.

"How did you know?" Felicity asked, holding her hand up to Carly.

"It was on twitter since earlier this morning. Pictures of you guys getting off the plane from Paris with that rock on your finger have been everywhere. It says something about a ring when he can be picked up at a distance by a paparazzi that you didn't even see." Carly looked doughy eyed at the ring. "Congratulations you guys." Carly hugged the pair in turn and then tugged Felicity from her seat. "You have to show Linda this," she said, referring to the older waitress who was cleaning the counter.

Oliver watched Felicity being dragged away, an explosion of squees coming from the counter. He turned his attention to Dig who had yet to speak. After a moments silence, a tight smile escaped him. "Congratulations Oliver." Diggle put his hand out to shake Oliver's.

"Thanks man," Oliver said, motioning to the vacated seat in the booth across from him.

"I'm not putting a dampener on this but is it a bit soon?"

"You're one to speak. You and Carly got engaged so quick." Oliver sipped at his coffee.

"Yeah but we knew each other years."

"I've never been so sure about anything Diggle. I'm certain about this." Oliver looked over at Felicity as she was made show off her ring to every customer in the diner, a look of contentment and amusement on her face. "She's the best thing that ever happened to me and I won't mess it up. Again, I mean."

"Well as long as you're sure, I'm happy for you. So when's the big day?"

"We've decided on a quiet ceremony whenever Mum's trial is over and you're back from your honeymoon."

"Quiet might be difficult. My phone hasn't stopped going all morning since the story broke. Everyone I'm even remotely related to that knows I work for you was texting to ask is it true. I'm surprised Felicity didn't see it online. She's never off her computer."

"We've just been so busy the last few days that we really haven't been on the phone or tablets or anything."

"Oliver man, don't elaborate further on what you've been doing. Remember she's like a little sister to me," Diggle made a disgusted face.

When Felicity returned to the table she eyed Diggle cautiously for a moment before he stood and gave her what could only be described as a bear hug. "Congratulations Felicity. I wish you guys a lifetime of happiness."

"Thank you John," Felicity said, leaning up to give Diggle a kiss on the cheek.

Carly followed Felicity to the table, her smart phone opened in her hand on a gossip page.

'Starling City's most eligible bachelor Oliver Queen engaged.' The article went on to name Felicity as the girl the world saw on the front of newspapers, covered in blood and cradled in Oliver's arms on the steps of the courthouse, the day his Mother's trial started. The article went on to show pictures of that day. A shudder went down Oliver's spine at the memory of nearly losing Felicity.

"Well it looks like we don't have to worry about officially announcing it now." Oliver handed the phone back to Carly. "My Mother is going to kill me if I don't get talking to her today."

Felicity pushed in next to Oliver on the seat, Oliver's hand automatically coming to wrap around her shoulder. "Maybe we should go visit her together some time. If that's what you'd like."

"Yeah I'd like that," Oliver leant forward to place a kiss on her forward. Whatever life had in store for Felicity and Oliver, they would be in it together. Nothing was too much of a struggle that it couldn't be handled as a team.