SNOW WHITE (Someday My Prince Will Come)

Hi! This is the second fic in the OliciTales series of Arrow/Olicity AUs that take off from best-loved Disney fairy tales. If you've already read "Beauty and the Beast," I hope you will like this one, too. Shout out to bahall1964! Thanks for the encouraging reviews, always. This fic is for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or its characters. They belong to DC, the CW, and Warner Bros. Neither do I own Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. The animated movie version belongs to Disney.

The Cast:
Oliver Queen as The Prince
Felicity Smoak as Snow White
William Queen as Happy the dwarf
More characters will be introduced in the next chapters.

Chapter 1

It was Sunday afternoon. Oliver wasn't on duty, so he was glad to be able to spend the rest of the day with his four-year-old son William.

He and William had just moved to the small town of Houlton in Aroostook County, Maine. Aroostook is the northernmost county in the northeastern-most state, and Houlton is the last town before the US-Canadian border. They now lived thousands of miles on the other side of the country, as far away as possible from Starling City, which used to be their home.

Oliver had taken the job of Detective at the Aroostook County Sheriff's Department when his college friend John Diggle, who was now the Sheriff in Houlton, offered him the position – the same elusive one that Oliver would have already had in Starling if he had not been passed over for promotion twice, the first time due to nepotism, and the second time due to a fallout with the police chief. Oliver gladly took the job when Sheriff Diggle told him that the county's detective, who had served for 30 years had retired and no one else in the Sheriff's Department had been interested, oddly because there weren't too many interesting cases and mysteries to solve in that part of the country.

Oliver had been waiting for an opportunity like this for the last four years. It was a change of pace. Having served in the Starling City Police Department for the last five years had taken its toll on him and he was so close to burnout. In contrast to Houlton, Starling City was a police officer's nightmare, and he sometimes felt that not getting promoted had been a bitter "blessing" in disguise. Moving to Houlton, Oliver got his dream job without the kind of stress that might cause him to neglect William, or the kind of threat that might completely orphan his only child.

It was also a chance to get away from the past and start a new life with his son, whose mother Samantha had been tragically killed in a shootout between bank robbers and the police when William was only a couple of months old. Oliver had been aching to get away from Starling since then, but uprooting himself and his little boy from the only family they knew and moving far away were disadvantageous for his infant son. He needed their support to raise William. But now that his son was older, he had felt that it was the right time.

Houlton was Oliver's second chance. His new beginning. Nobody but John Diggle knew him. Sure, he missed his parents and his younger sister Thea, but he needed this. Starting over was long overdue. So, as soon as preschool closed in the first week of June, he and his son took the first plane out of Starling.

They'd moved into their new house three weeks ago, but because he had to start work immediately at the Sheriff's Department, he hadn't really had the time to fix everything. Some of their stuff were still in boxes, which the movers had delivered a few days before they arrived by plane. John and his friend Lyla had been kind enough to find them a decent, affordable house to live in and to receive everything that the movers delivered before they arrived.

Oliver lowered the volume of the TV to check on his son, who was busy sketching and coloring a picture on the living room floor. He loved playing with William. He also loved watching his son play or draw, often while humming a familiar tune. Because he had to be both dad and mom to his son, Oliver was often busy either with work or chores, so William had learned how to entertain himself and play by himself. One of the saddest consequences of having lost his wife just after celebrating their first wedding anniversary was that William was not going to have a sibling for some time. It's been four long years of single parenting for Oliver, but he did not regret a single day with his son.

"Hey, buddy! What are you making there?" Oliver asked William, moving from the couch to the floor to sit beside the boy.

"Apples," William answered.

The objects on the sheet of paper looked more like tomatoes in Oliver's eyes. But if his son said that those were apples, then apples they were. They were, after all, red.

"Are those apples for me?" Oliver asked again.

"No…" the boy replied, the tone of his voice rising when he prolonged that one-syllable word. "Apples are for my girlfriend," William said, excitedly thinking about his new female friend.

"Girlfriend, huh? You never mentioned you had one," Oliver remarked with a smile. Now it made sense to him why William was excited to go to Day Care every day. It was cute the way his son thought that he actually had a girlfriend. Lucky girl, he thought.

"What's your girlfriend's name, son?"

"Her name is Fli… Flik… Flit… Flickety! Her name is Flickety!" William exclaimed, proud that he remembered how to say his girlfriend's name. "Flickety is pretty, Daddy," he added with a giggle.

Oliver was amused by his son. It was pretty cute, a four-year-old crushing on a girl that Oliver assumed he had met in Day Care. Even with Oliver's long, colorful dating history, he was sure that he hadn't started admiring cute girls until he was about seven or eight. Maybe William inherited the Queen charm, he thought. If so, Daddy was in big trouble, too early in the game.

"When can I meet Flickety?" Oliver asked his son.

"Tomorrow! When you bring me to Day Care!" William was ecstatic. "You're gonna love her!"

Somehow, Oliver felt like he was going to like this girl (even if he thought that Flickety was a really weird name for a little girl). He believed that William – young as he was – had always been a very good judge of character. His son was a people person, outgoing; everybody loved his boy. But when it came to meeting notorious characters and people with obnoxious or eccentric personalities, William had always instinctively stayed away.

"I'm sure I will, William. I'm sure I will," Oliver responded. "Now, finish up the apples, then come and help me fix dinner. Will you?"

"Sure, Dad!"

The next day, father and son walked into Day Care together. Oliver had time to spare before he had to report for work. They had gotten up earlier than usual because William had insisted that his dad had to come down and meet Flickety. The boy was feeling a little shy about having to give the girl his apples picture, and he wanted his dad to be there with him when he did.

William put his little Green Arrow backpack in his cubby hole and looked around. The other kids were already there, but his girlfriend wasn't there yet. He frowned.

Oliver walked up to him and asked, "So, which one is Flickety?"

"She's not here yet," William answered, disappointment written all over his face. Every time William did that, Oliver was reminded of what he looked like when he was upset. His son was his "mini me."

Oliver looked around. He knew there were only seven little boys and girls in this Day Care. He was sure, because he had asked about the group size when he signed up for William two weeks ago. All seven were already there.

"Are you sure, buddy? All seven of you are already here."

"Flickety isn't here yet," William repeated, a tad bit grumpier than before.

"O-kay…" Oliver replied, unsure of how to react. Maybe there was a new girl in the group that he wasn't aware of.

"Dad?"

"Yes, William?"

"What if she doesn't come today? I won't get to give her, her apples." William looked downcast and was about to cry.

Oliver kneeled down in front of his son. "It's okay, Will. You can give it to her tomorrow if she doesn't come today," he said, trying to comfort the boy.

"But if Flickety doesn't come, who will take care of us today?" William asked.

Oliver sensed that his son was genuinely concerned, but he was confused about who his son was actually referring to.

"Uhm… William, I don't exactly understand what-"

"Hello, everyone! I'm here!" a cheerful female voice echoed in the room. "Sorry I'm late. Car trouble."

"Flickety!" William yelled with glee.

Before Oliver could turn to see who had just entered Day Care, William had already darted across the room. When Oliver stood up and saw who she was, he realized that his son's 'girlfriend' was actually a grown woman. A very attractive blonde woman.

Oliver thought that his son was indeed a terrific judge of character. The lightness and brightness that this woman exuded in just a few seconds was overwhelming. Irresistible, even.

But Oliver also thought that William had been wrong yesterday. Flickety wasn't pretty. She was very pretty. And Oliver was going to love her, regardless of her name.

A/N: Thanks for reading this. I hope you have time to leave a review. Up next, the rest of Felicity's "dwarfs" will be introduced.