Mia found herself wondering some days if there was some kind of statute of limitation on grief. If there was some kind of law written down somewhere dictating when your life would start to right itself again.

If someone had sat down one day and decided that this was when you would stop crying at the drop of a hat or stopping because you sware that you saw or heard them just in the next room or across the street. That she'd stop thinking 'Oh I must mention that' or when she'd loose that moment where she first woke and forgot that it happened at all.

She wondered when the day would come that she and Connor would stop looking guiltily across the table at each other.

Or when Roy would no longer have to remind Lian that Grandpa Ollie wasn't here anymore or when Dinah would no longer insist that Roy was wrong, that it wasn't Ollie.

That he was coming back.

She wanted to know when the suffocating cloud of guilt and grief that had taken residence in their lives would dissipate.

But most of all she wanted her family back.

She wanted Connor to hold her and talk to her again.

She wanted Roy to show her how to snatch arrows out of the air and take her out for late night burgers.

She wanted to dance around the living room with Lian and then have her niece curl up in her lap on the couch while they watched early morning cartoons.

She wanted Dinah to come back from the place in her mind that she'd retreated to and be a mother again.

But most of all she just wished that Ollie was alive.

That he would be in the kitchen on a Sunday afternoon making chilli for the game, or smacking her upside the back of the head while she was trying to train.

That he would check her homework, cause Dinah never did.

Or make sure that she got to all her appointments on time, because Connor was too busy.

That he would come down to the basement and help make sure she'd attached the heads to the shafts of her arrows correctly, because Roy was too tired to between Lian and the JLA.

It seemed that somehow she was just meant to get up and keep going all by herself.

Some days Mia thought that maybe, just maybe, Dinah could be right. That maybe Ollie really was still alive, hell he'd come back from the dead once already.

So why not again?

But she also wished that someone would stop, just for a moment, stop and notice her pain, her tears.

But no, everyone was so focused on Dinah and Connor that it seemed they'd all forgotten about her.

She missed Ollie too, she cried silent tears through the night wishing for his return able only to vent out her frustration on the streets at night where nobody could see her face or know her name or understand her pain.

Because for everything he'd done in the past four years Oliver Queen was the closest she'd ever actually had to a real father.

The first person in over a decade who actually cared about her, would listen to her past and worry about her future.

Because for all the bad he had done as a father in the past, to Connor, to Roy and she knew he believed to her as well she still believed in him, still loved him.

Because in Mia's eyes he'd done no wrong by her, but he had given her a chance.

A chance to live, a chance to love, a chance to be a child again and a chance to have a real family and true meaning in her life.

In Mia's eyes Oliver Queen was the best thing that had ever happened to her cause Mia knew that she'd probably be lying dead in a ditch somewhere by now if it wasn't for him.

He'd done okay by her and she loved him and every day she wished she'd been able to tell him that before he wasn't there anymore.

But right now all Mia wanted was for someone to stop and see and help her through the pain, cause she didn't know how to do it alone anymore.