Travel Plans

Oliver Queen never had a problem with planes. He liked to fly and he was really good at it. Flying whenever he wanted was never a problem when you had a private jet at you beck and call.

However, when the said jet decided that its motor was no longer able of taking his owner home, Oliver Queen was left far from happy with his present situation.

So, he foolishly took his wife's advice.

"You can always come in a normal plane. They are fast as well, you know? I think you are too spoiled with your private jet, the rest of the world travels this way…" she said through the phone and he could almost hear her rolling her eyes at his spoiled upbringing. He, more than anyone else, knew how comfortable it felt to have all you want just away from a snap of your fingers or your credit card, especially after the Gambit's accident.

And so, believing that after surviving in that island, a few hours in an airport was no big deal, Oliver bought a passage first thing in the morning to Starling City.

And that's how he found himself trapped in an airport in the middle of a snow storm, surrounded by strangers and big luggage, away from his family and even more important, from his son's first soccer game of the season. He promised he would be there, supporting him, and now, here he was, with no clue of when they would fly and when he could get home.

"Felicity…" he whispered on the phone when her chirpy voice answered. "I'm trapped!"

"What?! Oliver! Was it an enemy? Do they know who you are? Do you have any weapons with you? Should I call and see where Sara is? I remember her telling me she would be in Paris this week…" Felicity answered in a quick succession of words, and Oliver could already hear her fingers typing away in her computer.

"No, no! That's not it! I'm trapped in the airport! There's a snow storm…" Oliver replied with a low chuckle. He could imagine Felicity's worried look and that more than the warm jacket he wore, warmed his body all over.

"Thank God!" she sighed and through the phone he knew she was moving in her chair, away from her computer, probably to watch what the kids were doing in the living room. "Well, not thank God you are trapped in an airport… you know what I meant…"

"But I don't know when we will be able to fly… I will miss Tommy's game…" Oliver sighed.

From the other side he heard two voices joining in the conversation.

"Daddy!" Emilia yelled and Oliver heard a crashing sound.

"Shoot, Mia, be careful! That was a very expensive lamp!" Felicity said and Oliver chuckled at his family's antics.

"You don't have to worry, dad…" Tommy said and Oliver realized he probably took the phone from his mother's hand and walked away, since the voices of his two girls were disappearing in the distance. "I understand… besides this game is not that good… the coach told me he won't let me play, because I still have that injury in my knee…" Thomas said and Oliver realized his son wasn't really worried about his absence from the game.

"I know, but I wanted to go all the same…" Oliver stated, feeling inadequate in his role as a father.

"Hey, don't you believe in me? Don't worry, just don't freeze to death! You still have to teach me that trick with the bike…"

"What trick with the bike? Oliver Jonas Queen, if I know you are letting our son drive your motorcycle I will kill you!" Felicity yelled, suddenly too close.

"Oops…" Thomas said and he laughed. "Sorry dad, got to go. Bye!"

"Daddy, mommy is using her loud voice, you should be worried!" Emilia yelled from the back and Oliver laughed out loud, gaining the attention of some of his neighbors.

"Don't worry, honey. I will talk with mommy when I get back!" Oliver replied and he heard his daughter saying her goodbyes before scurrying away.

"You better do!" Felicity said, but Oliver could hear she was not really angry. She knew he would never put any of their kids in danger. "Tell us when you get a plane. We will be waiting! Love you." Felicity sang in his ear and Oliver replied with the same intensity and devotion.

When Oliver Queen's feet finally touched Starling City's ground he sighed in relieve. He was finally home!

Walking through the airport, he started looking around, trying to spot his family inside the mob of waiting people.

"I should have known!" he chuckled, when he spotted them.

Felicity, with the help of Thomas and Emilia was grabbing a huge poster with his name written in bold green letters and a lot of glitter around it. Someone that probably tried to resemble himself, with a tie and a suit, was drawn right under his name.

"Daddy!" Emilia yelled, running toward him and hugging his legs, before he crouched and held her against his chest.

"Hey dad, are those white hairs or is it unmelted snow?" Thomas asked when he reached his father.

"Very funny, buddy. Your father is still a youth!" Oliver laughed, his hand messing with his son's hair.

"Hey…" Felicity said, when she stopped right beside him.

Their bodies bended towards each other's, like they were trying to mold each other unconsciously. Oliver smiled softly at her, while her hand found the one that just let go of Thomas' hair and squeezed it.

"I missed you…" Felicity whispered and Oliver's smile turned into the private one he only used with her.

"I missed you too…" he said back, his fingers stroking her hand.

"Let's go home…" Felicity said.