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Thanks so much to my Beta, Ninkita
Chapter-4:
Past Oliver:
"Give me every small detail you have on ARK," Oliver ordered as he headed for the computer screens. Felicity started showing him how this case started and how it progressed to this point.
"You were right, Dig. This guy is absolutely crazy," Oliver stated angrily. "He's powerful, but between Team Flash and Team Arrow… can't believe I just called it that… we have some extraordinary powers ourselves. If we use those strategically… we can defeat ARK." Then Oliver started barking instructions. "Barry, go start training with Sara and Roy. Teach them to fight against the speed and learn to fight against the members of the League of Assassins. Cisco and Felicity, search for weapons that can help us. Caitlyn, call for all the meta-humans that had helped Barry before. We will need all the help we can get."
"Should I call Gotham City for help?" Felicity asked.
"Gotham City? What's in there?" Oliver asked.
"Oh… Batman. You didn't meet him yet?" she asked hesitantly.
"I met Batman?" Oliver frowned. "Anyways, if you think he will help then you can call him, but as far I've learned about him from tabloids, he doesn't seem friendly enough to help other cities."
"You are right. He doesn't help other cities much. But… he owes you his life," Felicity stated smugly.
"It seems I ACTUALLY did something, other than getting you pregnant," Oliver murmured to himself… but Felicity heard him clearly. She chuckled at his statement.
Future Oliver:
"Felicity, honey? Are you finished with the search?" Oliver asked after he finished explaining what ingredients they would need for the Mirakuru cure.
"Um… yeah. They have a file on Deathstroke."
"Good. Now, you need to call a board meeting for me tomorrow. Because first thing we're doing is getting Queen Consolidated back in my name," Oliver stated seriously.
"But Oliver… you need money… a huge amount of money to buy those shares back. And you don't have that money," Felicity reminded him gently.
"Having a corrupt father does come in handy sometimes, dear. My father had an overseas account. We'll get money from there. The account number is 8****J***. You can do the rest, but by tomorrow morning we must have those shares in my name."
"Did you do this in the future? Because if you didn't, won't the future outcome change?" Dig asked worriedly.
"It's all about dimensions, my friend. What I lost once, how can I not try to save if given the chance?" Oliver looked heartbroken.
"Who died, Ollie?" Sara asked, frowning at her ex-boyfriend.
"My mom. Slade will kill her." Oliver's voice got heavy with tears.
Without thinking, Felicity wrapped him in a hug. "We will save her this time around," she whispered confidently. Oliver nodded against her head.
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NEXT MORNING
The morning came with a new problem for Felicity. The night before it was decided that it was not safe for Oliver to go to the mansion yet; so, for the time being he had to stay somewhere else. When asked where he wanted to stay, Oliver replied, "Of course with Felicity," with an easy smile. This Oliver seemed to forget occasionally that Felicity may be his wife in future, but this Felicity was not used to him being all lovey-dovey with her.
So, after stuttering out a 'Yes', Felicity came home with Oliver. It was late at night, so all Felicity had to do was show him the guest room. But the morning was entirely another story. It started out normally. Felicity was woken up by her alarm clock. Rubbing her eyes, she went about her morning routine in the bathroom. When she remembered that Oliver was in her flat, she head out to see if had woken up or not.
She was surprised to discover Oliver in the kitchen, making breakfast for them. "Um… good morning," she greeted him hesitantly.
The smile he offered her in return almost took her breath away. "Good morning, beautiful," he greeted as he whisked the eggs.
Felicity blushed red as she sat down opposite to him on the kitchen island. "I didn't know you could cook," she asked curiously.
"Your Oliver can't cook, my dear. I had to learn after your third attempt at cooking us dinner," Oliver teased with a mischievous smile. "You still burn water," he added.
"I see some things didn't change," Felicity huffed a laugh. "How….um…how long…" she trailed off.
"How long have we been married?" Oliver guessed. At the frantic nod, he answered with a smile. "Five years. We have four kids and you're pregnant with our fifth," he answered with a secret smirk.
"FIVE!? Really?" Her eyes were left wide open.
"Yeah." He nodded. "We're quite an active couple," he winked, making Felicity blush deep red again. Even in her wildest dreams, she had never thought Oliver could be this playful.
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Past Oliver:
The day passed by working on Ark's research, while the team trained and contacted their friends who could help. Even Batman agreed… which surprised Oliver the most. It was around 9 pm when Felicity ordered everyone to take a break for the day.
"But… it's only 9 pm, Felicity." Oliver was really confused as to why they should go home so early.
But it wasn't Felicity who answered his question. It was his son. "Are you done yet? We're hungry, daddy. The baby must be hungry too," he whined. Augustus Queen was the spitting image of his father. One look at him left no doubt about who his father was.
"We're done, baby. Go ask the nanny to pack your stuff. We'll be there in a few minutes," Felicity informed her impatient son affectionately. Augustus nodded and ran to the nursery. Felicity turned to her husband and stated smugly, "That's why we have to go home early. And you, Mr. Mayor of Star City, have work in the morning."
The others laughed at her sass, while Oliver felt ashamed for forgetting about the children; and was astonished that HE, Oliver Queen, was the Mayor of this City. He huffed a laugh and apologized to all.
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Their car stopped in front of a huge gated mansion. Oliver noticed with dread that it wasn't the Queen Mansion. He wanted to ask about it but thought better of it. The kids were with them and he didn't want to confuse them. He still couldn't believe that he had kids. The kids were quite well behaved. He always thought kids were supposed to be mischievous. "Are the kids always this calm?" he asked his… wife.
"Mostly. But they can get into as much trouble as you and Tommy used to get in your childhood," Felicity replied with an amused chuckle.
"It's not the Queen manor," he whispered.
Felicity stared at him for a long minute before replying. "No… no it's not." She offered him a sad smile.
As they entered the huge living room, Felicity called out loudly, "Mrs. Wilson?! Carmen!? We are home!"
A grandma-type woman came in through the door that Oliver guessed was the kitchen. "Darling, how was the day?" she asked as she hugged Felicity and kissed her on her cheek.
"It was fine but I'm hungry and exhausted." Felicity grinned.
"Dinner is ready; why don't you clean up? I'll serve the dishes." She patted Felicity's hand like a grandma would do. She turned to Oliver and asked affectionately, "Mr. Oliver, how was your day?"
"Um… intriguing," he answered with a confused smile. She offered him a motherly smile but didn't say anything else. Instead her attention was diverted to the kids. She started fussing over them like a grandma would. Oliver glanced at Felicity and saw a serene smile on her face as she looked at their kids.
"I'll freshen them up and bring them for dinner. Go clean yourselves up by then," Mrs. Wilson ordered in a motherly tone.
"Thank you Mrs. Wilson. See you in a few." Felicity grinned and led Oliver upstairs to their room.
Their bedroom was huge and colorful like Felicity. But that wasn't what got Oliver's attention. It was the family photos on one wall. It had their wedding pictures, pictures of their kids, pictures of the Arrow team, pictures of Thea and Roy with the kids and so on. But Oliver noticed none of them had his mother in it.
"Why isn't my mom in these pictures?" he asked, turning to look at Felicity who was observing him silently till now.
"Oliver… Moira… Oliver, your mom… she's no more. Slade killed her," Felicity whispered as she watched her husband's face getting drained of color.
A/N: I wonder how this Oliver will react? If you're curious too, Leave me a review.
