Prompt by the lovely Sophie Ingelaere on Tumblr : 'This is AU. How about Felicity going to this gym in Starling City. Diggle is her regular personal trainer but he is ill and Oliver replaces him for a couple of sessions'

"Felicity Smoak? Hi, I'm Oliver Queen. John asked me to replace him today for your work out session."

Felicity turned around with a smile, ready for a good sweat. The smile froze when her eyes landed on the man standing in front of her.

Holy frakkin' shit.

When her friend and gym coach John Diggle had called her earlier that day to excuse himself because he was sick and would send a friend of his in his stead, she thought nothing of it. But he could have warned her that said friend was incredibly hot. (Then again, it was highly probable that Diggle didn't look at his friend that way.)

Realizing that she was staring, she cleared her throat.

"Yes. Thank you. I'm Felicity. Felicity Smoak. But you already know that, obviously," she finished with a nervous little laugh.

Calm down, Felicity. If you don't, things are only going to get worse.

She took a deep breath, smiling at him as if she just hadn't babbled stupidly. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

He shrugged and his heavenly perfect lips turned into a smile. A smile reflected in his beautiful blue eyes. She scoffed internally. Seriously? Was that man even legal?

His smile grew wider and for a terrible minute she thought she had said that out loud, but no.

"Shall we start? What do you do with John to warm up usually?"

"We start on the treadmill."

She climbed on the engine, pressed on a few buttons and started walking along with it.

"John told me you're a computer genius," Oliver told her, and did he looked impressed? Well, since she was going to look all red and sweaty soon and not exactly look her best, she might as well brag about her other assets.

"Something like that," she confirmed with a grin, and a few hundreds butterfly awoke in her stomach when her answer elicited a low chuckle from her impromptu coach.

The speed increased, and she tried to focus on her breathing. But she also wanted to continue the small talk, because not only was he handsome but he also looked at her as if he knew more than he was supposed to – and whatever it was, he found it really endearing.

"Do you live in Starling? I've never seen you here before."

She's pretty sure there's a shadow passing in his eyes but his beautiful, long eyelashes covered them so she could have imagine it.

Also, maybe she could stop describing him in his head like a flowery romance novel hero.

"I was away for the last two years. I've been back recently."

"So you're a gym instructor like Digg?"

"Something like that," he replied and gave her a little wink.

Dear God.

It was getting pretty warm and she was sure it was not just because she was walking -almost running now – at a good speed on the treadmill. Maybe she ought to slow down a little.

"Felicity? Are you ok?"

She gave him a reassuring smile, because he looked really concerned. Also, the way he said her name was really nice. Nobody ever said her name like that, and it was giving her warm and fuzzy feelings. And she was also seeing pretty blue dots all of a sudden.

Wait. That one was not normal.

The minute after the blue dots had turned to complete blackness.

Felicity woke up to see her friend Sara, wearing her usual doctor blouse, hovering around her bed.

Which meant she was at Starling General. Great.

She tried to stand, but the room spun madly on and she lied back down with a moan.

"What happened?"

Sara came to stand next to the bed with a friendly yet accusatory glance. "You passed out. Let me guess...You skipped lunch again?"

Felicity's guilty smile was all the answer she needed.

"I had the weirdest dream. I was at the gym and Digg was sick and sent one of his friend to replace him and the guy was insanely good-looking, like, it should be illegal, you know?"

Sara gave her an amused smile. "Oh yes, I know. He's waiting in the corridor."

"What?"

Felicity sat down abruptly and Sara had to hold her so she didn't fell off the bed.

"You need to lay down a while longer," the young doctor chastised her.

Felicity gave her a frantic look. "You mean he's real?"

"Who, Oliver Queen? He's very real. He also looked really worried when he brought you here. I had no idea you knew him," Sara answered and there was an intense curiosity in her blue eyes.

"I don't! I just met him today. Digg was sick and asked him to cover for him. Wait, do you know him?"

Sara rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, Felicity, you really need to get your nose out of your computers and books sometimes. It's Oliver Queen ! The famous tennis player? He won three Grand Slam in a row a few years ago. And then he had that accident."

Felicity looked at Sara, processing the information. Now that she mentioned it, he looked a little bit familiar. But she never watched sports on TV or really read gossips and celebrity magazines, so it wasn't surprising she hadn't recognized him.

"What accident?"

"Two years ago. His best friend Tommy Merlyn and him were in Europe, and they had a car guy crashed into them. Tommy was driving. He died, and Oliver was seriously injured. He spent month in a hospital there, and a few more in recovery. Apparently it's a miracle that he's able to walk again. So imagine my surprise when I saw him hurtle into my ER with my best friend in his arms. I didn't know he was back in Starling City."

Damn. So she had been in those muscular arms and too stupidly unconscious to enjoy it. Typical Felicity.

And she felt really bad for him. Losing his best friend and his career that way...it must have been pretty devastating.

"Can I bring him in?" Sara asked her with a knowing look. "He was pretty adamant that I let him know when you were awake."

"He was? Well, I probably gave him quite a scare by fainting like that."

Sara gave her a teasing smile. "I don't know, he seemed really concerned. He held your hand when we put you on the gurney and he explained what happened. It was cute. So...remember : I want my maid of honor's dress in navy blue."

"Sara! I met the guy an hour ago, geez!"

But her friend just laughed and went to open the door. "You can come in now, Mr Queen," she told him and it took him mere seconds to be by Felicity's bedside.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" he asked, and Felicity had to admit that yes, he did indeed looked genuinely concerned. But that might just meant that he was a really nice, caring guy – not necessarily that he had the hots for her.

She nodded carefully, but the rooms wasn't spinning anymore thankfully. "Better. It's my fault, really. I skipped lunch, and working out after a day's work on an empty stomach wasn't probably very smart. I'm sorry if I scared you."

He took her hand and gave it a little squeeze. "I'm just glad you're ok." He then proceeded to put that hand on her shoulder, and she wondered how that gesture coming from a guy who was basically a stranger could feel so intimate.

"I, uh...Sara told me who you were. Sorry I didn't recognize you."

He raised his hands with a smile. "Hey, don't apologize for that, please. I though you did at first, because you kept looking at me weirdly."

"No, that's just because I found you really attractive."

He raised an eyebrow but his eyes were smiling and she sighed.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" and when his smile widened and he nodded she muttered, "Just kill me now, please."

"To be honest, I'd rather take you out to dinner...when you feel up to it."

Her heart skipped a beat, and a warm glow filled her insides.

Act cool, Felicity. Don't screw this up.

"I would love too," she managed to say in her best casual tone and he looked really pleased by her answer.

"What about tomorrow night?"

She had had a lovely evening, and to be honest she hadn't expected it. Because Oliver was so good-looking, she had been pretty sure he must have had some horrible flaws, like being really mean to other people, or pretentious, or dumb.

He wasn't. Turned out he was handsome, and wonderful. (Maybe he was terrible in bed, but Felicity's mind refused to go there on their first date).

He looked extremely good in his suit, and by the appreciative look he gave her when she opened her front door, her colorful summer dress was a good choice.

The conversation never waned as they discovered that they had a lot of common tastes. They both talked about their respective lives, and he mentioned the accident Sara had told her about earlier, talking about his friend Tommy with great affection and it was obvious that he wasn't emotionally over the accident yet. At some point she had put her hand on his and he had caught it, not letting it go for the rest of the evening.

He was more at peace with the end of his career as a tennis player, since he had a project of starting his own tennis school in the Glades, in one of his father's old abandoned factory. The goal was to give everyone an opportunity to play, and not just the One Percenters of Starling. Felicity found the idea wonderful, offering to set up all the computers and programs he would need to launch the club.

Then she realized that she was maybe getting ahead of herself assuming that he would want to hang out with her more, but he definitely looked delighted by the idea, so she stopped worrying.

By the end of the evening, he seemed as smitten with her as she was with him.

He dropped her at her house, lingering for a few minutes at her front door. She bit her lips, because as much as she wanted to invite him in, she didn't want to send the wrong signals as she wasn't exactly the type of girl who slept on the first date, no matter how amazing the guy was.

He seemed to understood perfectly though as he didn't even ask her. Maybe he wasn't that type of guy either.

"I had a great evening," she told him softly, all trace of nervousness around him having disappeared, replaced by a nice feeling of weightlessness and contentment, doubled with excitement every time his hand or fingers brushed her skin – which had happened a lot tonight.

He smiled, his blue eyes plunging into hers. "Me too. I would love to do it again."

"Just name the date and place," she answered, trying not to drown in them. She might not sleep on the first date, but a good bye kiss certainly wouldn't hurt.

As if reading her mind, he leaned in and his lips captured hers in a slow, thoughtful kiss. She brought her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, shocked at her own eager response to his touch. Considering the way his arm tightened around her waist, it was obvious he was enjoying it too – a lot.

On top of everything else, he was an amazing kisser. Of course.

They made out for a good five minutes on her front porch until they finally separated, both breathless.

"Wow," she couldn't help but blurt out and he smiled.

"Likewise," he told her and the way he looked at her definitely took her breath away once more.

He took a step back on the stairs, still holding her hand. "I really, really like you Felicity. Can I call you soon?"

"You bet," she answered and then winced – how romantic – but he just laughed and came back to her, cupping her face in one hand and giving her one last kiss.

She walked back inside with a dreamy look and a stupid smile on her face. She really hoped he wouldn't turned out to be a jerk, because God, she had it really bad.

Oliver wasn't a jerk, nor was he terrible in bed actually – quite the contrary (picture her relieved).

Which is why, two years later, she was wearing a pretty white dress on a lovely summer day having just be wed to the man of her dreams. Oliver, very elegant and dapper in his suit, was looking at her as if she had created the moon and the stars. It was kind of his default look when it came to her, though, but she never got tired of it.

Sara was wearing a navy blue bridesmaid dress with a rather smug look on her face.

Diggle was Oliver's best man, for obvious reasons, so he stood up at some point and clinked his spoon on his glass, demanding the audience attention.

"I am so happy to be here today to see two of my best friends getting married," he started, looking at the couple fondly. They both smiled at him, their hands intertwined on the table, the sun peeking through the windows creating a pretty sparkle on Felicity's engagement ring.

"I always knew these two were made for each other, so I decided to help fate a little," he continued with a sly grin, eliciting a few chuckles in the crowd, and an interrogative look from the bride and groom. He turned to them, raising his glass.

"Felicity, Oliver...remember when I called you both that day to ask Oliver to replace me for Felicity's work out session? Well, me being sick might have been a bit of an exaggeration..."

End :)