A/N: SORRY it has taken me so long to update! THANK YOU EVERYONE for all your support it's amazing! My muse sort of flew out of the window, and then since the Olicity sex scene I have not been able to focus (not even kidding!) so I'm sorry if this isn't up to the usual scratch! BUT I'll try to be back sooner, I do have some other things I need to write too... ANYWAY I hope you enjoy :).

Felicity walked into her office an easy smile on her face as she sat down at her desk; she had thought about Oliver's words. He was right. Now she just needed help and that would probably be best coming from another guy, but could she really trust Oliver Queen? Yeh he was handsome and clearly had a way with women but did that mean he knew which guys she'd like, about a guy who would commit. She wasn't sure.

"What you thinking about?" Sara's words came crashing through and she jumped slightly.

"Sara... Haven't you heard of knocking?" Sara chuckled.

"We did knock, but you didn't respond." Lyla said stepping in beside her. Her baby bump looked bigger every day.

"Oh, sorry guys. Do we have a meeting this morning?" She frowned a little looking in her schedule.

"No, we just came to ask about your date." Sara winked playfully, as she came to sit in the chair opposite Felicity. Lyla closed the door before she joined them.

"Didn't you get my voicemail message?" Felicity asked tilting her head. Sara frowned pulling out her phone.

"My bad, I must have turned it off."

"Well long story short, he was really nice had a great time till his friend called and then he seemed on edge so I told him to leave. It was clearly an upset female, so I don't think he's as single as you believe Sara." Felicity said placing her elbows on her desk and her head in her hands.

"Wait what? No Tommy is totally single!"

"Not from how he acted last night."

"I guess I'll have to call him, see what the heck he was playing at."

"Sara no... What's the point?"

"Because you're my best friend."

"Yes but like someone told me last night, he clearly doesn't care so there is no point." Sara glanced at Lyla.

"Where'd you hear that?" Lyla asked tilting her head slightly.

"Well when Tommy left me I got talking to someone else and he made a lot of sense..."

"What did he say?" Sara asked.

"That if a guy treats you like crap then he doesn't give a crap, that people like you Lyla," She gestured a hand at her as she leant back in her chair, "you and John are a rare exception and I am a rule. That guys mainly just want a one night thing and not commitment." Sara and Lyla stared at her mouths agape.

"A guy told you that?" Sara asked.

"Yes..."

"Why are I and Johnny an exception?" Lyla asked with a slight frown.

"Because you two didn't work out, but then you got back together and are stronger than ever."

"Right..." She frowned.

"You're rare, mostly if things don't work, they just don't."

"Yeh but relationships take time; they need work-"

"I know but look at the last guy I dated. I only saw him at times convenient for him, he'd regularly cancel, and he never made any effort. And look at Cooper. He basically used me for his own advantage, you see what I mean?"

"So if they treat you badly on a first date they don't care?" Sara asked with a frown.

"Exactly!"

"But what if they treat you alright but are just trying to sleep with you..." She asked with a sceptical look.

"That's where Oliver comes in; he thinks that he could figure out which guy is a keeper and who is just after a one night thing."

"Oliver?" Lyla asked.

"As in Oliver Queen?" Sara practically squirmed.

"Yes Oliver Queen."

"As in the billionaire womaniser, your boss, Roberts's son, Oliver Queen?" Lyla said her eyebrows raised.

"Yes okay? Tommy took me to Oliver's bar and restaurant. And we got talking."

"So you like him?" Sara asked hesitantly.

"No... I mean he's good looking, I can't deny that, his eyes, his jaw, his face, his arms..." She shook her head. "No Oliver was just right... He didn't hold back."

"So he thinks he can find you a guy?"

"No he just thinks he can tell the ones who will commit..."

"Well Ollie should know." Sara replied instantly. Lyla gave her a sideways glance.

"Sorry but he has slept with nearly every woman in this city, so I'm sure he can tell if a guy's a player but..."

"Are you sure he doesn't have ulterior motives?"

"No... No he really doesn't he made it clear he doesn't want commitment and I made it clear he isn't getting in my pants." Both women chuckled.

"Just keep reminding yourself that Fliss." Sara said looking more serious.

"Believe me; I have zero interest in sex with Oliver... I mean obviously he's gorgeous, and if he's had that many women he has to be doing something right... and I'm going to stop there." She crossed her arms over her chest as the two women smiled at her. "I'll be fine Sara; I can take care of myself."

"Well we definitely know that." Lyla smiled. "I remember when you broke Cooper's nose." Sara laughed a little.

"I must say that is the reason I try not to get on your bad side." Sara teased.

"Hey I could destroy you easily without even touching you, just with my fingers and my computer." She ran a hand over the monitor.

"What's more terrifying is I know that's not even a lie." Sara said glancing at Lyla.

"Exactly so think what I could do to Oliver." Both women nodded. "Right back to work then, we only have half a day today and I want to get the-"

"We're taking you to happy hour." Sara said without even missing a beat.

"Excuse me?"

"You're... we're going to happy hour." She repeated.

"But one of us is pregnant..."

"Hey I don't have to drink." Lyla said slowly rising from the chair.

"Fine okay, we'll go to happy hour but I need both of your reports on the new weapons before we leave."

"Yes boss." Sara winked and Lyla grinned as Felicity groaned.

"Oh and Sara..." She said just before they left the office.

"Yes?"

"You said you had a number for the ads person for Roy?"

"Oh yeh... I'll get it to you later I need to call Nyssa about it."

"Okay and thanks."

"No problem, it helps Nyssas fathers revenue, so all good." She smiled nodding as the ladies left the room, and she turned back to her computer.

Oliver had just woken up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He'd been sleeping in Verdant bar and restaurants office. His old place was that appalling that when his contract ended, he left and he hadn't got the keys to his new apartment, just around the corner, yet. So he was choosing to sleep in his office that was filled with boxes of his possessions. He easily pulled on a pair of jeans and a dark blue jumper, making his way to the kitchen grabbing some cereal. He was just making his way back to the office when he heard the doors opening and two voices talking.

"I'm just saying Dig, Oliver could make a lot more money if he turned this place into a night club." Oliver shook his head as he changed his route to the front of house.

"And as I told you Tommy, Oliver isn't the same boy from years ago."

"I don't know about that." Oliver replied as he chewed on a mouthful of cereal.

"Well nice to see you made an effort for me."

"We don't have any plans today Tommy, I'm working."

"You're always working." Tommy complained in jest.

"Says the man who works at Merlyn Global." He raised an eyebrow as he came from behind the bar.

"I'll restock the bar whilst we wait for the chef." Dig said walking passed them both.

"Thanks Dig." Oliver replied. As soon as he was gone Tommy turned to him.

"That mans so good to you."

"I know he's been like a brother." Tommys face fell a little. "Hey, you know you're my brother too."

"I know... He's just better-"

"No he's different. I need you too." Oliver smiled. "So what can I do for you?"

"I was just passing when I saw Dig so I thought I'd come by and pay the tab."

"Scared I'd stolen your date?" Oliver teased.

"It wouldn't be the first time and I doubt it would be the last. You got her stashed in the back somewhere?" Tommy joked. Oliver shook his head.

"No, she had a drink and left. She seemed nice."

"Nice? Since when do you call a woman nice?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Since when do you run out on a date for another woman?" Tommys smile faltered slightly as he sighed not meeting Olivers gaze.

"Fair point. The tab?" Oliver leant over the bar handing Tommy a piece of paper. His eyes widened slightly.

"You charged me for a Rothschild?!"

"Well you said she could have anything."

"Seriously you didn't get with her?"

"No Tommy."

"What blonde and intelligent not your type?" Tommy winked, "Seriously though dude she was a looker, the blouse and skirt combo, and glasses kind of like a naughty librarian." Diggle coughed loudly looking between the two guys.

"I hope you two are more respectful around her than when you are here." Diggle said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Come on Dig, she was pretty you have to admit i-." Oliver jabbed him in the side and he groaned loudly. Oliver could see Dig was angry from the way he stood straighter and glared at Tommy. He looked up then as Dig stepped closer. "What did I do?"

"Felicity is like a sister to me man."

"Oh I'm so s-"

"Save it... Both of you." Dig shook his head. "I get it neither of you want to commit but it's about time you both learnt some respect."

"Hey what did I do?" Oliver said standing taller.

"You might not have done anything yet Oliver but you forget I've seen what you're like." Oliver dropped his head a little.

"I... I'm not the same guy anymore..." He said softly.

"I am sorry Dig. Neither of us are the same. You know what we're like now." Diggle shook his head.

"Yes I do, you're hung up on girl you can't even have and you, you Oliver don't even know what you want." Both guys stood staring at him unblinking. "I will say this once, and only once if I hear either of you talking like that again about any woman, I won't even hesitate in putting you in your place." Both guys nodded.

"We promise." Tommy replied as Diggle started to stock the bar. "Right," Tommy stood up pulling out his wallet handing the cash to Oliver, "keep the change." Oliver placed his bowl on the bar as the two walked to the main doors. Oliver opened it as Tommy stepped out.

"I'll see you later Tommy."

"You will... And dude, I actually think Diggle can be scarier than I parents sometimes." Oliver grinned then unable to stop the laugh that escaped him.

"I learnt that a long time ago."

"See you." Tommy waved as Oliver closed and locked the door.

"So you know Felicity?" Oliver asked walking back towards Diggle.

"Yes I do..."

"And she's like a sister?"

"Yes... Where are you going with this Oliver?" Diggle said standing straight.

"Nowhere, I just wondered why you never mentioned her before." Diggle shook his head.

"I know you've changed, I've seen you change, but I also know what you are like with women."

"Hey I might not commit but I don't intentionally hurt anyone..."

"That's exactly the point... You still hurt them plus Felicity is the commitment kind of girl."

"So you never mentioned her in case I decided to what go after her?" Oliver said feeling more offended than he should.

"No I never mentioned her because she never came up."

"Oh right..." Oliver shook his head, smiling as he thought about the babbling blonde.

"Why so interested Oliver?" His eyes snapped to his and he could see the seriousness in his posture.

"I... She seemed like a nice girl, who hasn't had it all that easy... So I offered to help her, and I just wondered why after knowing me for what? 6 years you'd never mentioned her..." He shrugged slightly; he really was just interested in that.

"She's Lylas work colleague, well boss now, but that's how we met her. She was only 19 when she started at your dads place. But some personal issues came up, and we all got closer, helped her."

"Oh... Like what?" The question slipped out of its own accord, he really didn't know why he was asking, and he just wanted to know.

"I know you're my boss Oliver, you're like a brother to me but that's her personal life, it's not mine to tell." Oliver nodded in understand, staring off into the distance thinking about Felicity. "Oh and I know how much you've proven yourself over these last 5 years but if she comes to you for help, and you hurt her... You think you've seen me mad, believe me you haven't." Oliver nodded.

"I have no intention of hurting her Dig." He grabbed his bowl heading back to the kitchen. "Plus I doubt I'll even hear from her again."