Author's Note:

Ok, so this is my first fanfiction that I have ever written. I have mostly just read fanfiction up until now, but this story just stuck in my head and refuses to go away. I actually have had a lot of ideas for arrow fanfiction, but I am simply just too lazy to actually sit and write the story. Till now. So, please me merciful, I'm still learning. I really do hope that people actually like the story so if you want to (I really don't like it when people ask for reviews) let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own arrow or any of the characters, they belong to DC Comics. I simply use them to write stories.


Chapter 1:

Today has probably been the longest day of Felicity Smoak's life and it was only 4 pm. Between her late nights in the arrow cave (Yes, she still calls it that) and her very demanding job at Palmer Technologies, it's no surprise she's so tired. Not even to mention mourning Oliver, who has been gone for a little over a two months now. She really wanted to believe that he is still alive but with every passing day her hope diminished more and more. The fact that Malcom Merlin went to look for Oliver and brought back the sword with which he was supposedly stabbed, did not help her much.

Sure at first she thought that he could maybe still be alive somewhere out there, but then the rational and logical part of her brain keeps reminding her of thoughts like, Wouldn't he have called by now? At least let me know that he was still alive, so that I wouldn't worry? Yeah she really hated that part of her brain sometimes. Maybe I should just accept that Oliver is dead and the he's not coming back, ever. Maybe then I could start to get over him? Who am I kidding, I'll probably never get over Oliver Queen.

She was in her office putting all her things her bag, getting ready to go home. Walking out of her office to the elevator she can't help thinking about Ray. He actually noticed that something happened to make sad today. Okay, so maybe she cried in front of him and he tried to comfort her. You know, that awkward hug/pat-on-the-back thing. Needless to say it didn't really make her feel better, but she thought it was sweet of him to try. He did tell her she should go home earlier, so that was a bonus.

In front of the elevator she presses the button and waits for the elevator to arrive. Looking around she sees all the people scurrying around to get to the places they need to go. Life goes on she remembers Digg telling her the day before. It sure does she thinks with a sigh. The elevator arrives quickly and she steps in and presses the button to go to the lobby. Usually she'd go directly to the parking garage but earlier this afternoon she got a call saying that somebody dropped something off at reception for her. She's been so busy today that she hasn't had the time to go get it. Walking to reception she see a small little boy standing on his tippy toes to see over the very large desk. He had dirty blond hair and was wearing a pair of jeans and a leather jacket from what she could see. By her estimate he can't be older than 8 years old, which is strange because what would a 8 year old boy be doing here alone? Maybe he was looking for his mom or dad?

"I told you I'm looking for Queen Consolidated!" the little boy shouted very loudly. With his cheek a little red, it looks like he's losing patience with the woman at the desk.

"And I've told you over and over again that Queen Consolidated no longer exists. It was sold and is now called Palmer Technologies," the woman replied trying to keep her cool and not yell at the little boy.

"But you don't understand it has to be here!" he yelled. "I need to find someone that works at Queen Consolidated. I need to find Oliver Queen!" the boy continued yelling at the woman.

Upon hearing Oliver's name Felicity felt an ache in her chest like someone was stabbing her repeatedly with a knife.

"He doesn't work here anymore," the woman replied. "There's no forward address or number I can give you even if I was allowed to, which I'm not. Does your mommy know you're here?" she asked.

"No," he mumbled with a very sad puppy dog pout, perfectly matching his sky blue eyes.

Felicity having watched the whole scene unfold, felt sorry for the boy and also sad by the fact that she knew that he would never find Oliver.

"You're looking for Oliver Queen?" Felicity asked him softly with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

He turned around suddenly seeing Felicity for the first time and looking at her with bright blue eyes. She saw a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

"Yes, do you know where I can find him?" he asked her with bright eyes, like she held all the answers he was looking for.

"Well, I know Oliver Queen," she replies. Knew she thought to herself.

"Then you know where I can find him?" he asked his eyes became even brighter if that was even possible.

The woman at the desk stared to stare at Felicity with a curious look in her eyes.

"Why don't we sit down over there and talk, huh?" Felicity asked the boy, leading him to the seats by the elevator.

Sitting down, the boy looked up expectantly at Felicity.

"So, do you know where he is?" the boy asked again.

The sound of the phone ringing made Felicity look away and she saw the receptionist glance once more in their direction and then turn away to answer the phone.

"How about you tell me your name first?" She asked.

"I'm Connor. Connor Hawke and you are?" Connor replied smiling up at her and holding out his hand for her to shake. Trying very much to look like a grownup.

"I'm Felicity. Felicity Smoak. It's nice to meet Connor." She replied shaking his hand with a smile. "And how old are you?' she asked.

"I'm seven and a half," he replied looking very proud of himself.

"And why are you looking for Oliver when your mommy doesn't know you're here?" she asked, very curious as to why he would be looking for Oliver.

Connor suddenly stopped smiling and looked at his hands, which he was nervously twisting in his lap.

"Mommy is in the hospital. I heard the doctors telling her that she doesn't have much time. So, I had to come find him," Connor mumbled without looking up.

Felicity suddenly had this bad feeling that she knew exactly what Connor was going to say next, but she asked anyway.

"And why would you need to find Oliver specifically?" she asked dreading the answer.

Connor looked up at her for a moment as if he was looking for something. After a seemingly finding it he looked around, making sure no one would hear and answered.

"He's my Dad," he said softly.

Looking him over once more, she could see the little signs that he was definitely Oliver's son. His blue eyes, his blond hair, his bone structure. It was glaringly obvious now. Felicity's heart felt like it was being ripped apart. She felt so grief-stricken looking at Connor, seeing the sadness of what he was going through. Dealing with his mom being in the hospital at such a young age, him growing up without a father, looking for said father, and now she had to tell him that Oliver was dead? It hurt like hell to say the least. Not only that but she felt heartbroken that Oliver would never know his son.

"So, where is he?" Connor asked after a while. Looking up at her, with the sadness still in his eyes.

"He…Uh...He's…I don't know how to tell you this but…nobody knows where he is. He's been…missing for a little over a two months now…and the saddest thing is nobody has even noticed." Felicity replied mumbling and refusing to look at him.

"What do you mean he's…missing?" he asked his voice breaking a little at the end. His eyes were slowly filling up with tears.

"Nobody can find him," Felicity said, feeling her own eyes fill up with tears. "Not even me and let me tell you I'm good at finding people. Well, not like a stalker. I am not a stalker. Although I do kind of do that from time to time, but it's always for a good reason. To help somebody for instance."

He looked at her for a moment a ghost of a smile on his face and then it faded into a frown as the tears began freely flowing down his cheeks. All she could do was wrap him in her arms as he cried and she cried along with him. Both of them feeling the loss of Oliver Queen. Connor, the loss of a father he never knew and Felicity the man she loved and never got to tell him she loved him.

"Do…do you… think that he'll come back?" Connor sobbed, holding on to her waist tightly and resting his head on her chest as he continued to cry.

"I don't know sweetheart. I don't know." Felicity replied, holding him tighter and resting her chin on his head. Connor continued sobbing into her chest, as she just held him. Trying to comfort him as best she could.


Thank you for reading. If people like it, even if it is just a few, I'll continue with the story. I might change the name, not sure yet. We'll see. Anyway, sorry if there were any mistakes. Like I said I'm new to this. So, let me know what you think. If you want to, no pressure at all.