Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow.

So, I know I probably should be working on one of my other stories, but I was watching this video on YouTube, Problem's with CW's Arrow, and they were talking about how S1Oliver would handle Felicity versus how S4Oliver would handle Felicity and the plot bunny was formed. It'll be shot, no more than five chapters, if that.

This takes place in season four, just after the Olicity breakup. And before anyone tells me that Oliver was the one who moved out, not Felicity, let me just tell you that makes no sense to me. Oliver lived in the loft a whole year before Felicity moved in and his sister was the one who bought it in the first place. I'm pretty sure his and Thea's names are on the lease, so why should he have had to move out? It has me scratching my head honestly.

And if you're new to my work, let me tell you something right now: if you're here for a story where Oliver is the bad guy for keeping William a secret from Felicity, you're in the wrong place. None of my stories will ever be Pro-Olicity. Ever.

Oliver Queen's loft

Night

Oliver sat at his dining room table, an untouched glass of scotch in front of him. In the span of two days, it felt like he had lost everything. Felicity, William, the mayoral race, it was all gone. With a sigh, Oliver reached down and picked up the glass before bringing it to his lips.

"Drowning your sorrows?" a familiar, accented voice spoke up behind him.

Placing the glass down, Oliver stood up and turned around. John Constantine stood behind him, his tan trench coat hanging off him loosely. Under normal circumstances, Oliver would be glad to see his friend but right now, he just wasn't in the mood.

"So, you finally got out of hell. You're late but I guess better late than never." Oliver said defeated and Constantine laughed lightly.

"I'm afraid I'm still very much in hell," Constantine said and Oliver looked at him confused, "this is me in astral projection form. You need help, old friend."

"Tell me something I don't know." Oliver said sarcastically but Constantine shook his head.

"Not that kind of help. You've lost your way so they've decided to try and set you back on track." Constantine said and Oliver was becoming more confused and a little frustrated.

"Who are they?" Oliver demanded.

"The angels of heaven. The ones that God has ordered to watch over us. But that's besides the point," Constantine shook his head and looked over at Oliver seriously, "tonight; you will be visited by three spirits. One of the past, one of the present, and one of the future. They will each take you on a spiritual journey so to speak. When this is over, hopefully you will remember who you are."

Oliver blinked and Constantine seemed to vanish. He would think he's hallucinating if he's had more than a sip of alcohol. With a heavy sigh, Oliver sat back down at the table and waited. They better be fast, he was in no mood to wait.

So, what do you guys think? Please leave any thoughts or comments in a review, feedback is greatly appreciated.