I absolutely love how many Olicity fics are on this site. When I first started reading Arrow stories, there were basically only half a handful of them around, but now you can find them in abundance. This is my contribution. It is Inspired by the Tumblr Summer of Olicity "Family" prompt.


All for Love

Chapter 1

Somehow, she found herself sitting in front of her computers at the Foundry, running a debugging program that wasn't really necessary at the moment. Her eyes were red and swollen from her most recent crying jag, and every once in a while she had to sniffle. She was all alone, neither Oliver nor Diggle planning to be there until well into the evening, and she wasn't sure if she was grateful to be alone or not.

Her eyes began to tear up, the screen in front of her blurring almost beyond recognition.

"Oh, god," she moaned as she lowered her face into her hands, her fingers going under her glasses and pressing against her eyes. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"Felicity?" she heard someone question from behind her, causing her to start. Her head shot up, and she swiveled her chair in the direction of the speaker. Before her, half way across the room, stood one Oliver Queen, dressed in his street clothes, squinting at her in concern. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Usually, the way the fabric of his simple jeans and t-shirt combination hung quite nicely on him, clinging against his muscles all the right places, would cause her to nearly drool, leaving her feeling mortified from the impression that he knew exactly what she was thinking. But now, she was mortified for very different reasons.

This was going to change things, and her biggest fear was that he would look at her differently. Differently in a really really bad way.

The second biggest fear was that when he found out her news, his overprotectivenss of those in his circle of friends and family would lead him to banning her from participating in his quest to rid Starling City of evildoers. Going into the field was going to be out of the question, one way or the other, even if he didn't kick her off the team.

She sniffled again and shook her head, ready to make up a big lie to avoid telling him, just yet. She had only got the news herself today, and she had no idea what she was going to do about it.

"It's nothing," she said, meeting his eyes the best she could to give credence to the lie. "It's just been a really bad week. In fact, it's been a pretty bad couple of months."

Which was the truth. But was it enough to fool Oliver? She tried to read his expression, but Oliver was a master of the indiscruitable look, and it was in full force now. She gave up trying and began to turn back to the computer, but before she could turn all the way around - how does he always manage to move that quickly? - the chair was stopped in its tracks by two manly hands.

She slowly lifted her eyes to look at his concerned face hovering over her. Keeping his eyes on hers, he let go of the chair arms and reached behind him, bringing another chair forward so he could sit on it.

"I wasn't just blowing hot air when I said you could tell me about your day," he said softly, leaning forward so his forearms were resting on his knees, and he could be more at her level. "Talk to me, Felicity. Are you still struggling with the break-up?"

At the question, more tears rose up in her eyes. He was wrong about the reason for her being upset, but at the same time he was not too far off the mark. The break-up of her last serious relationship was the catalyst for her making the most stupid decision thus far of her life. She could definitely work with that to throw him off the scent, and she was about to do that.

But something stopped her.

"No," she answered honestly. "It's not that. It's just... really complicated."

She trailed off, and she could tell that because she wasn't babbling, Oliver was grasping just how serious the problem could be.

"Felicity," he said, speaking her name softly. There was a flicker of something on his face that she couldn't interpret before it disappeared. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to ask whatever it was that was on his mind. "You can tell me anything," he earnestly reinforced. "Is someone... hurting you, or threatening you?"

"No!" she exclaimed, then calmed her voice when she realized that he could take that to really mean just the opposite. "Nothing like that either. As far as I know... no threats to my safety or mental well-being. Well, aside from the danger that comes from being a vigilante's IT assistant, but that's a risk I choose to take. And I don't regret making that choice. To help you, that is. In fact, this whole thing has probably turned into one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. And, oh god, Oliver, I think I may have screwed that up for good. All because I acted like a bubble headed blonde and made a really stupid choice."

She didn't realize that she was beginning to hyperventilate until Oliver was kneeling on one knee before her, grasping her hands and absently stroking them with his thumbs to soothe her.

"Hey, it's okay," he asserted softly, and but god did the feeling of his thumbs absently stroking her hands feel good. "Whatever's happened, you can tell me. God knows I'm the last person who has any right to judge other people's choices." His voice dropped to a near whisper. "Tell me what's going on, Felicity. What have you done that's got you in this state?"

And there it happened. His gentle insistance became too much to fight against, so she blurted out her news in an unexpectedly blunt manner.

"I'm pregnant."