In Felicity's rush around her apartment she had managed to lose her phone somewhere, meaning she missed all seven of Oliver's calls, four of Digg's, and two of Roy's, causing the panic of 2014. While she was applying mascara she was startled by a banging on her door, followed by a bellowing Oliver Queen.

"Felicity! Felicity!"

With a relieved and irritated sigh Felicity shuffled out to the front door and let in all of ehr over-dramatic and worrisome men. Groaning was Roy who pouted when he saw Felicity in her baby blue, satin robe and hair in a tangle of unfixed curls. This was not the first time that Felicity had misplaced her phone during her two hour long prep-session and this is also not the first time that her men had barged in either.

"I'm going to buy three more phones if this continues to happen," Felicity sighed. Her tube of mascara was still in her hand and her other hand was now placed on her cocked out hip.

"Start keeping your phone on you at all times then," Oliver challenged.

"Oliver you know that I am never more than five feet from my phone but we have all discussed that I like to have my 'beauty' time to myself."

Diggle rested on the couch, reaching into Felicity's bowl of candy on her coffee table. The boys always acted nicer when she had treats for them. Roy snuck a few pieces before he settled next to Digg. Oliver remained standing and took in Felicity's appearance.

Too often had Oliver seen her in this get-up. Prepping for a gala, Felicity spent two hours in her too short, satin robe that Oliver enjoyed too much. She would curl her hair and then tie it back to fix her make up and apply polish to her finger and toe nails. She would relax and eat all of her favorite chocolate, it ridded her of nerves, and then she would fix her hair and apply final touches. This was Felicity's process for getting ready for big events, Oliver and Digg had sat through a few, barged into a few, and been subject to wait outside on account of being three minutes too early a few times.

"Looking good 'Licity," Roy said in between chewing his candy.

"Thank you," Felicity smiled, "I was in the process of making my face look decent before you three threw me off."

"Your face always looks more than decent," Digg chimed in.

Felicity blushed deeply and Oliver grinned, he knew she loved the approval of her boys. She had always been appreciate of their opinions. Felicity loved showing them her new outfits, new shoes, new accessories, etc.

"Where are you going?" Oliver blurted.

Then Felicity blushed again, her eyes dropping to the floor and she started to fiddle with her mascara. Diggle and Roy sat at full attention now. Oliver straightened up and waited, anxious and angry. She looked like the kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

"I'm going to the QC gala," Felicity mumbled.

Suddenly Digg and Roy laughed at some inside joke and Felicity gave them both pointed looks. It made sense to Oliver for Felicity to be attending, she was now head of applied sciences at QC. Going to this event is what heads of departments did, especially for their own company. Oliver knew first hand, she was probably expected to be here.

"Felicity there is no need to feel like you can't share this with us," Oliver started, "we're all happy for your position and your success."

Roy laughed harder and Felicity stuck her tongue out at him and with a huff spun on her heels to finish. Oliver was still confused but the men fell into their usual routine of waiting for her. Sure, they're not taking her with them tonight but they could still see her out, walk her to her car.

About half an hour later and seven games deep of tic-tac-toe, Felicity stepped back into her living room. With her hair up in a French twist with a few curls hanging loose and dressed in a long, fitted deep blue gown, Felicity had all three heads turned. Roy let a low whistle go and Felicity blushed. She spun on her silver heels and struck a cute pose.

If there was one sure thing that Oliver missed about being the CEO was this, this Felicity. Beautiful everyday in her dresses, skirts, yoga pants, Tech Village uniform, etc., but Felicity was a girl who went from a 10 to a 20 with a curling iron and eye liner. Oliver had always secretly enjoyed forcing her to go with him to these events and he knew she secretly enjoyed them too. She loved playing dress up, he enjoyed what she dressed in.

"You look beautiful," Oliver murmured.

Again she blushed, deeper. Her eyes searched the floor and then found his suddenly, taking him by surprise. Felicity smiled at Oliver and all he could remember was being in that hospital hallway with her. As if the same memory crossed her mind at the same time, her eyes dropped back down to the floor. It was a shame that her memory of that night was tainted with pain while his was filled with an odd hope.

"Guys," Felicity shuffled her feet, "I love you all but I have to go soon and I'm glad you all think I look great but I think you all should go now so that I can be on my way."

"Is that so," Roy chuckled.

Diggle nudged Roy and Felicity looked exasperated suddenly. Her eyes flew to the clock above her TV and Digg made the first move to stand. She sighed happily and Digg hummed to get Roy's attention.

"Oh," Roy sighed, "but I want to see this."

"Want to see what," Oliver asked through his teeth. He wasn't enjoying not being in on the apparent joke.

Right then the doorbell rang and a familiar voice called out.

"I found the cat 'Licity," Ray Palmer's voice echoed. Oliver growled internally.