Author's Note:

Hi everyone! I'm so sorry that it took so long to update! I was working on my other stories and well, never got to finish this chapter that I literally had to dust off because it was sitting on my computer for ages, seriously! Cyber cobwebs!

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Five

Oliver

"Olie!"

"Sara!"

He could remember it as clear as day, it haunted his every thought, his every dream, and every waking moment of his life. It was a scar that was engraved into his mind and there it would forever stay.

Years had gone by, things around him started to change. His friends started to drift and his family had left him behind to rot. Even the city moved on without the green hooded vigilante, it moved on for the worst. Oliver Queen was soon forgotten and lost in himself.

FIVE YEARS AFTER OLIVER QUEENS DISAPPEARANCE

Felicity

Felicity sat at a bench in Sterling City's most beautiful park. It was named Rose Park for the multitude of roses and different varieties of flowers that lined its walkways. But sadly, her allergies to pollen limited her stay on the bench.

As she got up to walk back to work, she couldn't help but spot the old run down Queen Industries tower. Since... He disappeared all those years ago, all the workers decided to abandon ship. They all left their jobs and found new ones. But since the building was still under Oliver's name (after he stole back the company from Isabel and killed Slade), authorities and other companies whom wanted to buy the industry couldn't touch it. They couldn't even look at it funny.

Everything changed once - he - went missing, and when the whole world announced him dead, they read out his will. Everything that he had, every thing he owned, went to Felicity Smoak.

And she concluded that the world still hasn't recovered from such a blow.

She looked down away from the building and continued back to her apartment on the outskirts of town.

She pulled up her Cadillac right behind the dark green and black stripped Mini Cooper. No matter how hard she tried, she could never bring herself to sell that damn car.

Ever since she moved, no one seemed to bother her anymore. She got her own house, a new car and even climbed her way to the top of the biggest company Sterling City has ever seen, S.T.A.R. Industries. She's head of technology departments and in charge of every cyber connection that goes in and out of Sterling City. She has a very important role and she worked her ass and life off to get it.

She was recognized everywhere as the girl whom Oliver loved. She wasn't ok with that title at all, though she told him - a very long time ago, she might add - that if she ever became his wife, she'd learn how to handle the fame, the recognition, the money. But now that she reflects on that memory, and now that she looks at herself, she didn't handle it at all, she fell apart. Maybe if the past was different, the outcome wouldn't have been... identical.

She sits in her car reflecting on her past and what the good ol' days were. She could never forget Oliver and Diggle, even Roy and Sara. Dinah too, although she had left a year before Oliver's disappearance.

All the reminiscing brings back too many painful memories, it sounded like non-poetic justice, hell, she shot poetic justice in the face.

She runs a hand down her face to clear her mind. She turns off the engine and rubs her eyes before grabbing her purse and computer and jumping out.

Oliver

It had been years, lifetimes, who knew anymore. But all that is known to him is the fact that he isn't dead yet, but that didn't mean the Hood wasn't. It had been forever since he's worn green, but when he decided to drop off the face of the earth, he didn't plan on coming back.

There were nights when his weakness took over and he though he was going to give in and show up at her door demanding that she marry him. But even in his moments of weakness, he knew better, it wasn't for his own good, it was for hers.

His demons still haunted him, so he wanted to keep the people he cared most away from them. He knew his reason for keeping them at bay, but they didn't, they thought that he had gone mad, the years on the island catching up with him, that's what they thought. But he knew better, he knew he's reasons and he didn't want to tell them, because he didn't want himself to hold their lives back. Slowly, they drifted away, one at a time until he had to peel the last person off of him.

He did miss her... He missed her so much that it was almost too hard to breathe. The thought of her made his chest strain. He gets up off the ground in the basement of Queen Consolidated and threw his hoodie on before grabbing the dark steel case and slinging the strap over his shoulder. He decided it was time to head out for fresh air.

Felicity

She sat in her house watching her favorite tv show that has its season premier debuting that night, she was so excited she was squirming in her seat. She was all set, her favorite dark green fluffy blanket with a pint of ice cream freezing her hand off. This was definitely something that she looked forward to.

The snuggled in the blanket and started to eat the icecream while the show started, it was called '5'. It was about a man who's lucky number was five, and no matter what happened, the number five would always reappear. It was a type of mystery romance series, the man is in what seems like an endless search for a woman named Gabriela. She is an IT girl - that had to have been Felicity's favorite part - who's supposedly kidnaped by a bunch of rogues. It was not a very popular tv show, but it was her favorite.

Just as the first commercial came on, she had to put the ice cream back into the freezer because it was already melted. She got up and turned into the kitchen, she literally dropped the entire pint of melted ice cream on the floor because the person in front of her was supposed to be dead.

"O-Oliver..." She whispered.

It was dark in the kitchen, but there was enough light emanating from the living room to see in the kitchen. She stood in front of the hooded dark figure whom stood so still, she worried that she was hallucinating. But when she got closer, within a foot from him, he looked up into her eyes. She flinched back, scared and startled at his movement.

"Felicity..." He breathed out. "Are you scared of me?"

She wanted to closer her eyes, she was deathly afraid, he was scaring her shitless.

She nodded her head.

He pursed his lips, "I'm so sorry Felicity for leaving, but it was for the best." He tried to reason with her. She couldn't believe it, her billionaire love was standing right in front of her but she couldn't say a word. "Fel? Fel, are you listening to me?" She blinked rapidly a few times before nodding her head and finding her voice, "Oliver, Sterling City thinks you're dead." She said quietly, "I though you were dead." He bit his lower lip, "And for that I am truly sorry..."

She didn't know what to feel at the moment, here he was, alive and living, telling her that he was sorry for leaving. For a second, she thought she had completely lost it. But just to prove that he wasn't a figment of her imagination, she reached out for him and pulled his neck down to her face so that she could kiss him.

He was real and when she pulled away, he looked at her with eyes that she has never see before.

"I love you, Felicity Smoak."

FIVE YEARS AFTER OLIVER'S RETURN

It was a rough five years, getting the company up and running agin, going back to the daily routine. Even getting the Arrow out in the field again was hard. But Oliver truly knew who his friends were by the people who had come back to help him.

Over those five years, Oliver married Felicity on the date of May 5, 2015. Shortly after they married, Felicity became pregnant with a baby boy, he was born on the date of February 5, 2016. He felt like the luckiest man in the universe.

When he had Mars, their baby boy, he decided that he wouldn't go out on Arrow missions as much, but instead, intrust most of the patrols to Roy who was mostly going out in the Arrow uniform anyways. Oliver didn't want the Arrow's symbolism to fade. But one day, Oliver barely made it back to base alive, and since then, Felicity was alway worried sick about him. He really didn't think anything of it, but since he had a family, a son, a wife to come back to, he had to not only think about himself.

So now every time the Arrow goes out on a mission, he only brings five arrows with him, and if he can't complete the task at had with five arrows, then he is to report back to base immediately. When Oliver introduced that plan to Felicity, he knew she liked it.

So far, life seems great for the billionaire-nolonger-playboy.

One day, Felicity walked into her office and found a beautiful vase with a few red roses in them. She knew there wasn't a dozen, but she didn't know why. She walked over to the desk and counted them; five red beautiful roses.

On one of the roses, there was a small arrow that was pinned through the stem that was holding up a note. She picked he rose out of the vase and opened the note unpinning it from the stem.

'5 seems to be our lucky number.'

'-OQ'

She recognized the handwriting of her husband and smiled.

Five has always been their number.