Hi there guys! I can't wait for our favourite couple to be back on our screens next week! I wanted to get this published before then, since when I wrote the first chapter of this I didn't want to include the reunion, but it kept rolling around in my head. After I published the first part we were blessed with those pictures of Oliver and Felicity in the prison, almost as how I'd written it, which made me so excited. I couldn't decide which version of a reunion to go, so I'm going to publish both. Here is version one of how I want these two to reunite. I hope you like it, please leave me a review if you do because it means so much to me to hear what people think. Thanks!
PS. I know that the trailer from this week shows the supermax as a crazy place far away, but for the sake of this story it's more of a normal jail. I know that detail, but I've chosen t ignore it haha.
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"4587. Let's go."
"Where?" Oliver asks in a dull tone without lifting his eyes to the guard.
"You've got a visitor."
A flash of hope swells in his chest without permission, but he quickly stomps it back down. There's a very small chance that Felicity is visiting again, especially after she told him not even three weeks ago that she was going after Diaz. He suppresses a shudder at the thought of his wife going after the crazed villain. He knows how strong and capable Felicity is, but none of that can stop his worrying.
Perhaps John has come to give him an update, he thinks as he follows the guard down the hall. But instead of taking him to the visitor's room, he leads him down another hallway to room he hasn't been in in the almost six months he's been here. Oliver's body tenses itself in preparation, ready for what may be coming.
The door swings open and Oliver's eyes widen as he takes in Agent Watson.
"Mr Queen." She nods, waiting for the guard to leave before she continues.
"What are you doing here, Watson?" He asks, his voice harsh.
She raises an eyebrow at him. "That's not a nice way to speak to someone who's got good news for you."
"What news?" He almost growls.
"Your team caught Diaz and we were able to bring him in. You're free to go."
The room falls into silence as he processes what she's said. A small part of him wonders if he's dreaming or hallucinating again.
"I ... what?" He gasps.
"You've got a very strong team Mr Queen, especially that wife of yours. This was her operation."
The proud smile that overtakes his face would be obvious to anyone. Watson holds back her own smile at his reaction, seeing a bit of human return to him.
"I'll take you to the front now, and they'll release your personal items back to you. Someone's here to pick you up."
Oliver goes with her with a mix of hopefulness and trepidation growing in his chest. His body is prepared to pounce, still expecting a surprise. But it never arrives. Watson does take him to the front of the prison where he's returned the clothes he wore when he entered. He doesn't truly believe it's happening until the moment he steps outside and walks through the iron gates.
Free.
The bright sun hits his eyes, causing him to squint. The slight breeze cools his skin. He walks forward gingerly, until he sees the car with a boy - no, a young man - standing there.
William.
Oliver picks up the pace but he need not have worried - William takes off towards his father at a run.
Father and son collide with each other, a mass of arms and ragged breathing. Oliver is surprised but grateful for the way William clutches at him, like the way he never had the chance to as a child. Oliver sighs and lays his head on top of his son's.
"I missed you so much, Dad." The quiet voice from against his chest says.
Oliver lets out a deep breath. "I missed you too, buddy. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. You're here now."
The two of them stay in their embrace for another moment before William pulls away. Oliver gives a soft smile and ruffles his hair.
"How dare you get so tall the last few months?" He jokes.
William laughs. "Yeah, I'm pretty much taller than Felicity."
The mention of his wife causes his heart to soar again, and he lifts his head to look for a glimpse of her familiar blonde hair. He's disappointed though, for all he can see near the car is John.
Wrapping an arm around his son's shoulders, Oliver leads them over to the car. His brother greets him with a hug and he feels ashamed for being disappointed that it was just him.
"Happy to have you back, brother."
"It's good to be out." Oliver says honestly. He peers into the backseat of the car, but it's empty. "Where's Felicity? Not that I don't appreciate you coming to get me but ..."
The look on John's face makes his heart drop.
"John?"
The older man sighs. "Now don't freak out, but she got caught in the crossfire when we were taking down Diaz."
Oliver feels like the world drops out from under his feet and he stumbles forward. Fortunately, John catches him and grips him with a strong arm.
"Hey, Oliver! She's ok! I promise, she's going to be alright."
Oliver's ragged breathing returns as he stares up at his friend.
"What? John ..."
"She's alright." John repeats firmly. "She couldn't be here because she's in the hospital, but she is going to be fine. Breathe."
Oliver does as he says, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He doesn't even register William watching on in concern.
"What happened?" He gasps when enough air has re-entered his lungs.
"Felicity coordinated everything and did a great job. We got unlucky though when we were taking Diaz down and his men were trying to fight us off. One of them took a shot at Dinah and Felicity shoved her out of the way."
"She was shot?" Oliver's voice is now somewhere a gasp and a sob.
"No, it barely grazed her." Diggle reassures him. "But the guy was angry so he took her down and she's got a few busted ribs and a concussion."
The fear that has been overtaking Oliver's body from the moment he heard the words Felicity and hospital now melds into white hot rage.
"Where is he?" He growls through clenched teeth.
"Gone. Dinah shot him." Digg says simply.
"Good." The fear battles with his anger and takes back over. "I need -"
"That's where we're going now." Digg promises.
He nods in reply because he doesn't have any words left and he needs to be next to Felicity like right now. He, William and Digg all climb into the car and set off. Digg drives fast enough to satisfy Oliver's desperation without putting any lives at risk. Oliver just stares out the window, focusing on controlling his breathing. The feel of his son's hand on his arm is what draws his attention back to the present. He looks into William's eyes, full of sympathy and understanding. How has his boy aged so quickly while he's been gone?
"She really is okay, Dad." William says softly. "I was really scared too, but she's awake and she was talking to me and promising that she's going to be alright, and you know that Felicity never lies."
Oliver wraps an arm around his rambling son.
"I know, buddy." He soothes. "And I'm sorry that I went from happy to upset so quickly, but I miss Felicity just as much as I missed you, and I just want to make sure she's okay."
William nods. "I know. I do get it. I know how much she's missed you too."
Oliver closes his eyes briefly. He's almost there, almost with his wife. He presses a kiss to his son's hair. "I missed you both of you, so much."
He lets the feel of his son under his arm ground him to the moment; lets himself breathe deeply for a few minutes. He stays this way until the car slides to a stop outside the hospital. Then suddenly, his heart is in his throat again at the thought that Felicity is close.
"Ready?" John looks back at him in the rear view mirror.
Oliver nods silently.
The time it takes to arrive at Felicity's room feels like an eternity. He's thankful that Dig and William understand how he's feeling for they don't try to talk while they wait.
John leads them down a few corridors and then stops in front of a door. Oliver feels as though his heart stops too.
"She's just in there, man." Dig indicates with the motion of his head. "Now I'll warn you, she looks a little banged up, but she's ok. Alright?"
Oliver nods, his heart stuck in his throat.
"I'll go with Dig." William volunteers.
Oliver turns to look at him, torn between not letting his son out of his sight yet, but also of being alone with Felicity for the first time in months without a glass panel between them.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
William nods. "Yeah, you need some time with Felicity."
Oliver's heart fills with so much warmth. When did his boy get so mature?
He leans over to wrap one arm around the boy. "Thank you."
William nods and smiles. "She's waiting for you."
With one last look at Dig, Oliver takes a deep breath and quietly opens the door.
His first thought is that Dig was wrong; she looks more than a little banged up. As he makes his way towards her he can see the nasty bruise on one side of her face, a visible cut on the other. She's pale in a way that she only is in hospital rooms; reminding him of the time she was laid up in a similar bed, unable to move her legs. And yet, she is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
His breath catches once more and he finally makes his way to her side. Up close he can see every bruise and blemish on her face, but he focuses on her eyelashes that are resting closed, the quirk of her nose. All the little details that he knows about her so well he could draw them in his mind. Except now he's finally witnessing them in person.
He delicately takes her small hand in his and instantly runs his fingertips across her wedding ring. It calms his heart in a way that he never expected before meeting her. He grips her hand a little tighter and frowns at the realisation that her hands are cold, something Felicity absolutely hates.
He focuses back on her face. Her beautiful face that's marred by marks that someone else gave her. He quells the rising anger in his chest, reminding himself that the only person that matters is right in front of him.
He doesn't even realise he's stroking his thumb over the back of her hand absentmindedly until it rouses her from sleep.
"Oliver?" Her voice is whisper quiet but it's enough to bring his attention back immediately.
"Felicity." He smiles, tears rushing to his eyes at once. "Hi."
"Oh my god." She whispers. "You're here."
He nods, a mixture between a laugh and a sob bubbling in his throat. "Yeah, baby, I'm here."
She grips his hand tighter and tugs on it to hold against her face. Once he does, her eyes close again briefly and a small, sad smile overtakes her face.
"Please tell me I'm not dreaming." She murmurs.
He leans in to her, bringing his other hand up to cup her face between both palms, being mindful of her bruises.
"It's not a dream, Felicity, I promise."
The feel of his breath on her face tells her he's only inches from her. His voice is as soft as it typically is with her, he way it is with no one else in the world.
She hesitantly peels her lids open once more, looking into the eyes of her husband.
She shudders and tries to smile at him. Wants him to see that even though she was devastated and hurt, she managed to stay strong all these months. Despite her wish, her emotions get the better of her.
"Every night I dreamt about you. I would wake up convinced that you going to jail was just a nightmare, and that I'd wake up and you'd reassure me. But then I did wake up and you were never there." Her voice breaks and all of a sudden she's sobbing, allowing herself to break in a way that she hasn't since the day they took him away from her. Not even seeing him behind that glass panel made her feel this way.
Oliver's sure his heart actually tears in two. He's been inflicted more pain in his life than almost anyone in the world, but he would gladly suffer for the rest of his life if it meant Felicity would never feel any pain. Seeing his wife cry is absolutely his least favourite thing in the world, apart from seeing her injured or in a hospital bed. And unfortunately, right now both things are true.
"I'm so sorry, Felicity." He brings his forehead down to hers, keeping his hands soft but firm on her cheeks.
"You're really here?" She cries, shaking beneath his hands.
He nods against her, clenching his eyes to stop his own tears from falling.
"I'm here, baby. I'm here."
"Please don't leave me again." She whimpers.
"Never." He swears. "I'm never leaving again."
He holds her while she falls apart. He's the only person she's ever trusted to see her this way, and he's the only person who could ever heal the pain, even if he's the one whose actions helped cause it.
Eventually her sobs fade away and she grips him less out of desperation and more out of comfort. He doesn't know how long he holds her for, but he'll never think it's long enough. After some time she slowly pulls away, but his arms don't let her go too far. She reaches one hand up to cup his jaw, her thumb running across his facial hair that is a lot more than his usual amount of stubble.
"Oh my god, look how long it is." She says with an amused chuckle.
He smiles back, relishing in the feel of her hand on his face.
"I know, it's way too long."
"Hmm, I agree, but we should test it out before we make a fair decision."
Her hand travels from his jaw up over his cheek and slides behind his head, across the hair that is way too short for her to run her fingers through anymore. She gently tugs his face down towards hers and kisses him with as much vigour as she can manage at the moment. It's the kind of kiss she's dreamt of for months. He responds enthusiastically, pressing his lips to hers and showing her how much he's missed her.
After a long minute she pulls back, gasping for breath. He tenderly brushes a strand of hair out of her face and smiles at the crinkle of her nose and the teasing expression on her face.
"Nope, way too scratchy." She pronounces.
He laughs properly for the first time in months. He's missed her comments and babbling almost as much as her.
"I'll shave it as soon as possible." He promises.
Felicity shakes her head gently. "No way mister, I am going to shave that thing off myself."
His smile grows even wider. "Of course, honey."
Their eyes lock and no words are needed. They remain silent, no movement other than caressing of hands.
When Felicity speaks again her tone is strong but still quiet.
"So I did promise you a screaming match when it was appropriate, but my head is still feeling a bit too sore for that right now, so I will have to owe you one." She shrugs.
He cocks his head at her and gives her a reassuring smile. "I'm not going anywhere, so whenever you're ready for it, I'm here."
He squeezes her hand gently. "So, how are you feeling?" His other hand reaches up to tenderly brush over the cut on her forehead.
"Eh," she brushes his concern off. "I've been worse."
"Felicity." He murmurs, fixing her with a serious look. The one he always gives her when he's concerned about her.
She sighs and rubs her thumb over his hand that's still holding hers. "Alright, it all hurts like a bitch. But I have had much worse before, as you'll remember, and it's a small price to pay to have you home again."
His heart swells at her strength and determination. What would he do with this woman in his life?
"Watson and Dig both told me about how you led the mission, how well you did in bringing down Diaz. I am -" his voice breaks off and he clear his throat. "I'm so proud of you. And I'm so grateful that you're the reason I get to come home."
The beaming smile that overtakes her face makes warmth spread through his chest.
"Thank you." She smiles. "I'm so glad you're home."
"Me too." He murmurs. "I love you so much, Felicity."
"Not as much as I love you." She counters.
"Impossible." He smiles, leaning forwards to kiss her once more.
Of course, William decides to walk through the door at the exact moment his parents lock lips.
"Ew." He pronounces, smirking as Oliver and Felicity snap apart. "Sorry, just practicing my typical teenage behaviour now that everything's going back to normal." He makes his way to Felicity's other side and kisses her cheek before sitting in the chair at her side.
Oliver smiles at his son before bringing his eyes back to his wife.
"I'm proud of you William, for helping Felicity out these past few months. I know it must have been scary."
William sobers and nods slowly. "Yeah, it was. I'm glad I had Felicity."
Felicity smiles and squeezes her stepson's shoulder. "He was a great help."
Oliver smiles at their interaction, knowing that the relationship between his wife and son that has strengthened while he was gone is the only positive from this experience.
"When do you get to come home Felicity?" William asks.
"I'm not sure, but hopefully today. I'm sick of this place, and want to come home with you guys." She sighs.
"Felicity." Oliver warns. "We need to make sure you're alright before you come home. John told me you have a pretty nasty concussion, plus your ribs are bruised."
"Yes, but they have already given me a scan and kept me under observation all day. All I need is to rest and I can do that at home, with the two of you. I just want our family to be together at home again."
Felicity Smoak-Queen never pouts, but when she fixes Oliver with the look she currently has in her face, he will do anything she asks for.
"I'll go find out." He says, kissing her cheek as he leaves to find a doctor.
Oliver Queen is certainly very persuasive when he wants to be, and the doctor releases Felicity quite reluctantly with the insistence that she be on bed rest for the next week or so. Felicity promises, knowing that Oliver will ensure she doesn't lift a finger. Except for one task that must be done.
"Wow, this is so weird. It's nothing like shaving my legs."
Oliver restrains the urge to laugh, knowing if he moves his mouth Felicity could end up cutting his skin with the razor. She was very insistent on actually shaving his beard off herself, and after everything that's happened he can't refuse her of anything. Not that he ever could before anyway.
"I hope I'm doing this right." She murmurs to herself.
"As long as it's getting shorter and it becomes a length that will make you want to kiss me, it will be right." Oliver says slowly.
Felicity smiles at him and continues her work.
"As if anything can stop me kissing you. That's all we'll be doing for awhile, thanks to my severely bruised ribs, unfortunately." She sighs.
"Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while." He winks suggestively.
And he certainly does. That night she falls asleep in the arms of her husband and has the first good sleep she's had in months. When she's feeling better he does make it worth her while, after the screaming match she owes him. He takes on all her hurt and anger, knowing he can never take back his decision that led to the hardest six months of their lives. All he knows is that it proves nothing will ever break he and Felicity apart, and that he'll never leave again.
