Hello Fanfiction!

It has been months, maybe even years since I wrote a fan fiction, however one night this idea stuck in my head and I haven't been able to get it out so I wrote it :)

UPDATE: 2/19

WOW! I woke up this morning to see the most views I have ever seen on one story! I am currently in the process of making this a full story (currently outlining Chapter 8) and will begin to post ONCE A WEEK on Thursdays.

I am still in shock and can't believe it! Please hit the follow button if you wish to see more!

Please enjoy this first chapter!

CHAPTER ONE

Felicity Smoak sat in her office chewing on her red pen, a habit she only picked up when she was worried.

Working for Ray Palmer and his weird Iron Man super suit was one thing, but when your other secret undercover bosses phone suddenly goes offline and on the very island where he was stranded for five years was a whole other stressful thing entirely.

Checking her digital clock on her desk she realized the day was moving at a much slower pace. In her mind, everything was moving a million miles an hour racing from one thought to the next.

I wonder if this is what Barry feels like she thought to herself.

Barry.

Flash.

Arrow.

Oliver.

Oliver. The one person she didn't want to think about. A month ago she contemplated if he was gone forever. Oliver Queen who up until a month ago openly told her that he loved her only for her to tell him that she didn't want to be loved by him.

Why did she tell him that? Of course she wanted to be loved by Oliver except not this Oliver. She wanted to be loved by the Oliver who came down to the IT department 2 years ago and asked if he could fix his "water damaged" computer. The Oliver she saw in the photo all those years ago sitting on the desk of this very office.

Oh god. This office has been filled with dead people well except Oliver.

"Ms. Smoak." Jerry knocked on the glass.

"Jerry, please call me Felicity." She smiled at him. She knew how degrading that position was and told him on countless occasions to please not treat his job like an assistant but more like a partnership.

"Felicity. There is someone looking for you, I think." Felicity was about to ask who until a women walked right past him.

"Ms. Smoak, my name is Erica Simpson from social services." She said as she extended her hand.

"Oh. Hello well please come take a seat." Erica took the cue and sat right across from Felicity's desk.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is social service's doing in my office? I'm just technology and IT" Felicity asked. She didn't want to seem rude but she was confused as to why this women wanted to speak to her.

"Well it has come to my attention that you are one of the few employees who was close with the former CEO Oliver Queen and I need to speak to him as soon as possible. Do you know where he is?"

On an island with his sister and some highly dangerous killers who are in an underground prison.

"Oliver is out of the city at the moment dealing with some family matters. However I maybe able to help."

"I'm afraid this matter must be dealt with only by Mr. Queen. Do you know when he will be back?"

As Erica Simpson finished her sentence, a little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared at the door. He had a green backpack on and was clutching a small action figure in his hand.

Erica turned around in her seat and began to walk toward the boy.

"Connor, can you please wait for me in the other room?"

"Where is my Dad?" He asked

"Wait. What?" Felicity began to rise as she walked toward the young boy. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Erica turned to face Felicity.

"As I said, it is an urgent matter. Here is my card. Please let Mr. Queen know I am looking for him."

Felicity stood in shock for a few minutes as Erica and the boy named Connor left her office.

Wait, that can't be. There is no way. Wouldn't we know? Wouldn't Oliver have told us? Wouldn't Oliver have told me?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. It was Diggle.

"Oliver is flying home now. The island was cut shorter than expected." Diggle informed.

"Good because we have bigger problems. Meet me at the club." Felicity said as she grabbed all her stuff and headed out of her office.

"What's going on? Is everything alright? Do you need me to come and get you?"

"No. Diggle it's nothing like that. It's a boy. Oliver has a son."

I'm sorry that it ended so dramatically, let your mind wander where it may...

Like I said above, I will be posting once a week on Thursday's but the second chapter may come sometime this weekend ;)

Thanks for reading now give it an ole Review and let me know what you think :)