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Aubrey POV

I'm not exactly sure when it happened exactly, my entire world turning upside down again that is, but I can wager that it all came down to three little worlds. "Oliver is alive". Just when life had settled down, and I had semi-accepted or began to accept life without Oliver in it, and then this. Then his mother Moira Queen, a woman I had come to know and love as a mother myself, calls and tells me that Oliver Queen is alive, and that he is at Starling City General. That was not a call I was expecting ever, let alone while I was on a third date with friend of a friend of Moira's.

He was a nice guy and I did enjoy his company, but once I answered that phone call and Moira uttered those words I was out the door. I quickly muttered some sort of excuse, as Moira asked me not to share this news with anyone yet, and then I grabbed my keys and jumped right in the car. She had told me to go back to the house to be with Thea, but I couldn't. I had to see him for myself. I needed to see his face, to feel his arms hugging me. I needed to know that my best friend was really back. It had been five long years, and a lot had changed since Oliver left with...Sara. Even saying her name was difficult for me to do. It wasn't that I disliked Sara, or her sister Laurel. It was just that they were not my favourite people. They were nice enough girls, Sara more trouble than Laurel, that's for sure, but they had one thing I always coveted. Oliver's heart. He had fallen for both of them, and I always told him that he was playing with fire by seeing both of them, but Oliver was reckless. A good man, but a reckless one. And now he was home.

I realized during my haze of memories, that I was most definitely speeding, something that would surely earn me a huge fine, but I didn't care. Once I finally pulled into the hospital parking garage, I quickly threw my car in park and then began the run up the parking stairs to the main lobby. Once in the beautifully designed hospital lobby I practically sprinted to the welcome desk and nearly ran into it when I finally arrived.

"I need to know what room Oliver Queen is in please?" I asked as politely and calmly that I could.

"I'm sorry mam, there is no one by that na…."She began to say, but my fist slamming down onto the desk stopped her.

"I'm family, I need to know what room Oliver Queen is in, I'm trying to ask as nicely as I can right now, but I will find out one way or another." I whisper yelled.

"Room 809 miss." She whispered back at me.

"Thank you." I said before running for the elevators. I knew I wasn't going to be able to climb eight flights of stairs, so I had to attempt to be patient and wait for the elevator to arrive. When it did I practically dove in and pressed the button for the eighth floor. The ride up to the eighth floor was one filled with centring breaths, and long sighs. I was so nervous, but once I heard the bell signalling that I had reached my destination, I took one last deep breath and basically jumped out of the elevator. I looked down each direction of the hallway and saw towards the end on the right hand side that there was a guard standing out front. That had to be the room he was in, and sure enough there was a sign listing which room numbers were down that hallway that confirmed it. My steps were slow and timid at first, but with each step my patience waned. I had to see him. The guard took notice of the surety of my steps and began to approach me with his hands up, cautioning me to stop. I vaguely heard him say something about no visitors and I knew that this wasn't going to be simple. I was about 10 steps away from the door when he grabbed me, in an attempt to keep me from getting any closer. I did my best to fight my way out of his arms and when that failed I rammed my elbow into his nose, and my knee into his crotch. He dropped with a thud, and I could hear Moira's voice asking what the hell was going on out here from within the room. The door had been left open, and when I stepped into the doorway Moira was the first to see me as she turned to scold whoever had entered.

"We asked not to be disturb...Aubrey? I thought I told you to wait at the house with Thea?" Moira said as her voice softened. I didn't exactly acknowledge what she said. All I could do was stare at the emotions that were dancing across his face. He looked different, and yet the same. Definitely broader, or stronger than he had before he left. But it was still him. Just the sight of him took my breath away, even more than it already did. So much so that all I do so was whisper.

"Ollie." I said barely audible, but somehow he heard me. He said nothing, just gave me that Queen smirk that I know, love and missed so much. It didn't take long after that for my feet to move all on their own. Taking me step by step closer to him. He must have read my mind because as I approached he stepped away from his mother and opened his arms to envelop me in a warm embrace. I gladly accepted the embrace, jumping up off the ground and into this arms. My face buried in the crook of his neck. Breathing in deep the scent that was so uniquely Oliver. "I'm so happy you are home. Don't you ever do that to us again!" I cried. "I missed you Ollie, so much."

"Missed you to bug." He whispered into my hair. Taking in a breath almost as if to smell my hair like I had done to him. "I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me now."

"Good. I'd happily be stuck with you." I said with a slight laugh as he gently set my feet back on the ground. I took a moment to place a hand on each of his cheeks. Just taking in every feature in his face, almost as if I could have forgotten it. I stood there not saying anything for a few seconds before the sound of someone clearing their throat pulled us out of our trance.

"Um sorry to intrude Mr. Queen, Mrs. Queen, but I have to escort the young lady out of the building right now." A young man in a security uniform said with a shaky breath.

"Oh It's okay young man this girl is part of the family." Moira said as Oliver pulled me to him.

"That's all fine and dandy Mrs. Queen, but she broke the nose of one of my guys, so for today I am going to have to ask her to leave the building." An older man dressed in the same uniform stated as he stepped into the room.

"Bri" Oliver said with a laugh.

"Unfortunately I am guilty as charged. He was trying to keep me out of the room Ollie. After five years of not seeing my best friend I wasn't about to wait a second longer." I said with a laugh. "But don't worry gentlemen I will go gently. I will see you guys back at the house. Thea is probably going out of her mind with worry." I said before leaning up and placing a soft kiss on Oliver's cheek. "I really did miss you Ollie. See you back at the house."

"Missed you too bug. Thanks for coming. I don't think I could've waited a second longer to see you either." Oliver said before placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

I smiled and cooperatively made my way out of the hospital with the two guards close behind me. I apologized again for causing harm to one of the guards, and signed a small donation over to the hospital in order to ensure that nothing got out about it. I guess that was the benefit of being the sole heir to a multi-billion dollar company. A blessing a curse I suppose. Once back in the parking garage I noticed that I had a text from Mark, the gentleman I had been on the date with that evening, he said that he hoped everything was okay and that he hoped we would meet up again with a winky face. I felt bad for the guy. He was sweet, and I would probably have dinner with him again, but Oliver being home just had me emotions on overload and I wasn't sure what that meant for my future. All I knew is that I was ecstatic that Oliver was home, and I wanted to spend as much time with my best friend as I possibly could, and that was exactly what I intend to do.