Author: Midnight-Runway

Rated M

Pairing Oliver/Felicity Felicity/OC

Title: All Is Not Lost

Chapter One: Pregnant

Disclaimer: Clearly I do not own any characters expect original characters of this fictional story. All rights to the characters of the show and comic belong slowly to the creators of Arrow and DC Comics. If I owned Arrow Felicity and Oliver would be married by now, because I ship them so hard.

Warning: This is an Olicity. No Laurel bashing though. There will be Felicity with OC. You have been warned.

Summary: Set after season 2. "I am pregnant." The room fell silent. Slowly her eyes met Oliver's, at that moment she knew nothing would be the same, and just like a broken mirror her life shattered into a million pieces. Felicity was pregnant. She never expect to be in this situation, unmarried, alone, and pregnant with a strangers baby.

Dear Reader,

This thought has been running through my mind for a while. I wanted to experiment. I do not have a beta. I hope ya'll enjoy it. Only constructive criticism, I have done my best to fix grammar and spelling.

Thank you,

Midnight

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"You are pregnant."

The words rang in her ears. Opening her mouth, she froze.

Felicity was a woman of many words. She lacked of brain to mouth filter that would one day be her demise. She was brutally honest, wasn't afraid to give a person a verbal whiplash. Many times she would allow her lips to pass innuendos, before realization would dawn up on her brining a light blush to her cheeks.

"Ms. Smoak."

She could count on one hand how many times she had found herself at a lack of words. It was a rarity for Felicity to be speechless; some may even say a sign of the upcoming apocalypse. If she wasn't in pure shock she would even joke about hell freezing over.

Those words slowly sank in, knocking the air out of her lungs. Suddenly the large office seemed to become small and suffocating. Her skin was warming up, her breathing was becoming labored. Every minute passed back like a century.

"Ms. Smoak," the doctor called out to her once more. She glared at the reports; her genius mind couldn't assemble the words together. Right now they seemed to be letters jumbled up, letters that formed words, words that were breaking her world in half.

In her mind she could hear her world shattering. Baby, she thought. "Pregnant," she whispered. Slowly she looked up at her doctor. The woman smiled at her sympathically. "There are options," the doctors stared. Felicity felt the sudden urge to throw up.

This was all too much. Everything was too sudden, unexpected. She wasn't supposed to have a bun in her oven. "How," she spoke louder, cutting the doctor off. Dr. Minks stopped and gave her a puzzled look.

"Well I know how," Felicity said, "I mean-…this wasn't-… this can't happen. When..- How," she stopped as realization hit her. It was as if she ran into a brick wall.

Dr. Minks had known the young woman for years now; after all she was Felicity's doctor. The older woman felt her heart break for the woman that was no older then her own. Moving from her desk, she sat next to the girl. Grabbing her hand the doctor squeezed it. "Felicity," she said trying to calm the girl.

Felicity looked at the older woman take a deep labored breath. "You are about six weeks along. You still have options," handing the blonde some papers, she tried to give her a reassuring smile.

Felicity looked at the papers. She knew her options, but looking at the word abortion, her breath stopped.

Jumping up from the chair, she grabbed her bag. "I have to go, I can't.. I just," she said rushing out the room.

Somehow the IT girl found herself in her car outside her townhouse, her head resting against the wheel. If anyone every asked her how she made it back into her apartment and in bed, she wouldn't know.

She felt exhausted, her body was numb. Closing her eyes, she hoped this was all a night mare, a horrible nightmare. Opening her eyes she realized it wasn't. It was real. Tears crept out. She sobbed until it was soft whimpers, as she dozed off into darkness.

His hands traveled up her thighs finding sanctuary on her hips. Dark blue eyes stared into grey orbs. Hands fumbled to undress each other. No words were exchanged, just soft moans and grunts. It was a mutual understanding between them; this was two strangers trying to find relief in each other. Every kiss was full of hunger, for warmth, comfort, and for an antibiotic s for hurt.

Hours later Felicity stood in front of the sink staring at the unrecognizable reflection. Her face was pale, eyes enclosed in dark circles. Tears threatened to escape. Felicity had waked up gasping for air as she was plagued with a nightmare.

Sometimes she could still feel the cold metal pressed against her neck, his body pressed against her back, his voice violent her with fear. She wanted to be stronger, but being weak was a trait that was hard to change.

She was ones happy, bright, and bubbly. She was a woman who faced evil with smile. Maybe it was her need to save people, her subconscious need to write all the wrongs that occurred but was too weak to stop. Was it atonement for her sins?

Every battle had left her with an invisible scar, ugly reminder of what she was slowly losing. It was the burden of the fight they were fighting. Every time they took down one villain, five other would present themselves. It was a sinking feeling of despair fought its way to her core.

Ones she was under the false assumption that the world was filled with good. She was blind to all the evil.

Felicity sank to the ground. Tear freeing themselves. She couldn't do it. See was not fit for the job anymore. She was weak, she was not ready, and she was broken. Her hands unconsciously traveled to her stomach.

It has been another nightmare, another self-pity induced decision that caused her to go out that night. She was broken and needed something to forget, even for a little while and she had found it. He was tall, piercing grey eyes that made her knees weak.

It was Tuesday night; the bar was quite, few souls wondering around, couple co-workers enjoying a beer. Their eyes met, a spark flew through her. She found herself in his bed, drowning herself in him. She could still feel his smirk against her skin as she moaned, his lips worshiping her lips.

She remembered his eyes, staring down at her. She saw the same need that drew away her logical side. She didn't think again.

In the morning her mind started to function, relation hit her. She wasn't this type of woman. She didn't bed strangers. Feeling shamed she left before he woke up.

Two month passed, two months were she forgot. Felicity was pregnant. She never expect to be in this situation, unmarried, alone, and pregnant with a strangers baby.

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