Oliver was beginning to lose his cool; Felicity was gone for over 24 hours and knew it could not mean anything good. He had done everything he could think of, he had tried to find her; he was up all night driving through the city and had run many different searches. He found himself sitting on the floor in the foundry holding a picture, a picture he cradled tightly to his chest. A picture he looked at every day, a picture that meant so much to him. It was a picture of three of them. Him, Felicity and Lily. They were at home, in their bed in pajamas, Lily was lying in between them and them were both at her sides. Their faces all huddled together as Oliver's long arms took the selfie of them. He loved that picture, although she was young they had sworn she was smiling, she looked like she was smiling in the photo. Oliver gripped the picture and let his tears roll. Nothing compared to what he felt when he found out his little girl had passed away. Everything he went through on the Island with Argus, Russia nothing compared to the pain of losing Lily.

Oliver thought nothing hurt more than losing her that was until her funeral; Felicity had slapped him several times when he refused to go to the funeral. She had screamed at him, if she had to go so did him. She needed him, she needed his support, and she told him he needed to be there to say goodbye or he would regret it. However that had not been the reason he attended, he attended because Felicity broke down in tears telling him that Lily needed her father. She needed to have him there that she was probably terrified and needed her parents there.

So Oliver had attended the funeral, he had carried her small coffin in his hands and had walked down the church placing her at the front. It was that moment that had completely shattered him, when she was born all the expectations that had come with having a daughter had come with it. He had expected that one day he would be walking his little girl down the aisle, marrying a man he had put the fear of God in, not walking his baby girl's coffin down the aisle.

After the funeral both he and Felicity had become distant, she had not left the house since it happened, and he had made sure he was not in the house. He worked extra hours at both his jobs are not wanting to go home to the memories. When he had gone home, he had found Felicity lying on the floor of the nursery every night, and every night he carried her to bed. They did not talk, they did not touch, and they did not console each other. They had not said anything to each other; the first time they spoke to each other was three months later. They slowly started talking, sharing memories of Lily, allowed each other to grieve. Five months after Lily died Oliver woke up like he did every morning getting ready for work. When he woke up that morning, Felicity was not next to him. She was standing at the end of the room looking in the mirror. She had gotten dressed. Oliver had forgotten what she looked like in clothes; she had worn pyjamas or his shirts for five months. During those five months, she had not left the house once, getting fresh air from the garden. In those five months, she had not seen anyone. The family had come round, Diggle and Lyla, and Roy and Thea, but she did not want to see them.

Oliver had told his family not to take it personally that she needed time. So that morning he had been extremely surprised that she was dressed. She smiled at him brightly telling him she was ready. It had taken about 10 minutes for her to step out of the door but once she did she felt good. She went to work people had treated her differently and walked on egg shells around her, but that was to be expected. At the end of the working day Felicity told Oliver she wanted to come to the foundry, he had argued with her telling her she was not ready. Felicity had been persistent and told him she needed to help save someone. So Oliver had allowed her to go the work at the foundry. Her first case, missing babies. He thought she would crumple right there and then, but she pulled through and was able to find some information about the men who were kidnapping children. They had been selling them privately to people who wanted children and did not wish to go the long way of adoption.

She had argued with him and went out on the field; she had found Emily and brought her back to the foundry. They had held on to Emily for almost a day; Felicity had argued saying it was not safe, but he knew she just did not want to give her back just yet. That should have been his first clue, if he had picked up on it then, taken Emily to the police straight away then maybe he would not be in this mess.

Felicity had waked up to a fussy Emily; she had been restless. She had tried everything to get her to stop crying, but Emily was having none of it. "Shhh," she said for the millionth time unable to settle her down. "Hey, it's ok, what do you want baby huh?" She moves Emily from one hip to the other and even tries singing.

"What do you want baby, it's ok mama is here" she rocks her back and forth and Emily begins to scream at the top of her lungs. Felicity puts Emily down and looks in her travel bag to find something to help. Felicity goes through the bag stopping when she sees a baby onesie. Pulling the onesie out she scrutinizes it and sees the name Lily printed on the front. The onesie is a light pink colour with Lily's name printed on the front. Felicity begins to shake uncontrollably. She hugs the onesie close to her and in the side pocket she pulls out a picture, the same one Oliver keeps close to his heart. She looks at the photo, looking at her little girl; she looked as if she was smiling in the picture although she knew newborns could not smile yet. Felicity stands up and looks at Emily. "Oh god, I am so sorry, Emily, I'm not your mama, but I took you from her and …" Felicity rushes to her the side draws and takes her phone out turning it on.

As if on cue when she announces she is not Emily's mom she stops crying. Felicity dials Oliver.

Oliver is sitting on the floor, his phone is vibrating next to him, he answers it without looking at the name on the screen. "Hello?"

"Oliver."

"Felicity" Oliver stands up quickly.

"Oliver I am so sorry baby, I …"

"Hey, listen to me, where are you?"

"A motel I'm going to leave and go to the police station, Oliver she is not Lily and ..."

"She isn't, Felicity I'll come picks you up" he offers.

"Just come to the station Oliver, I think she has been away from her parents for far too long" she hangs up before Oliver can say anything more. He pockets his phone and runs up the stairs.

Felicity arrives at the precinct, Emily sitting comfortably in her car seat. "Felicity" Captain Lance hisses running towards her.

"I'm so sorry" she hands the car seat to Lance.

"Emily, Emily" a voice shouts and Felicity recognizes her parents running in her direction. Lance gives Emily to Rachel and Mark Jackson and watches as they cradle and kiss their little girl.

Felicity views the scene as well, and she cries when she hears the laughter and giggles coming from Emily now that she is reunited with her family.

Oliver runs into the station spotting Felicity he runs towards her and hugs her tightly. Felicity wraps her arms around his waist immediately and buries her head in his chest. Oliver kisses her shoulder and her cheek, running his hand through her hair.

"You crazy bitch" Mark shouts.

"Back off" Oliver warns holding his finger out to Mark while making sure Felicity's face was still buried in his chest.

"Arrest her, arrest her now, enjoy prison you baby snatcher," Mark yells causing Emily to cry.

"I'm sorry, I know that means nothing for what I put you through" Felicity pulls away and stands in front of Oliver. "I am so sorry" she wipes her tears holding her wrists out to Lance.

"She is already here Captain, don't handcuff her" Oliver growls.

"Your right, sorry means nothing for what you put us through…."

"ENOUGH" Rachel screams, placing Emily back in the car seat she stands up facing Felicity. "We are not pressing charges."

"What?!" Mark says shocked.

"You heard, you went about it the wrong way, but I was not as scared as before because this time I knew she was in safe arms" Rachel takes Felicity's hands in hers. "I am sorry you lost your little girl." She whispers.

Felicity's breathed hitches and Oliver stand closely behind her his hand resting on her back.

"I am sorry for your loss, I hope one day you find peace, your little girl would not want her parents to pull away from each other. She would not want to see you sad." Rachel looks to Emily and Mark."Be happy for her Felicity, life is so short as you know, do not waste it. I'm not saying forget her, never forget her but celebrate her short life do not wallow in it." Rachel hugs Felicity tightly much to the annoyance of her husband. "Captain Lance, we are not pressing charges, Emily is beautiful and well, unharmed and she is now home. She just went on a little adventure." Rachel winks at Oliver and Felicity and guides her husband and Emily down the precinct before he says anything.

"You heard the lady, go home Felicity, Oliver" Lance kisses Felicity's forehead and shakes Oliver's hand leaving them alone.

"I should be going to prison," she says in disbelief.

"Felicity be grateful that you're not, I lost Lily I can't lose you too" he hugs her tightly again and they head home.

When they get home Felicity has a long hot shower, when she walks back into the bedroom she sees Oliver sitting on the bed with his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry; I'm sorry for acting crazy for putting you through that."

"Come here" Felicity walks to him and stands in between his knees. "I love you, and you scared me, I was scared I would lose you, and I'm still scared" he admits.

"I'm sorry" Felicity kneels down so they are now face to face, "I, I don't know what came over me I took her and I knew. I knew she was not mine, and I was in the wrong, but I couldn't go back." She licks her lips, "I knew deep down I knew she was not Lily our Lily, but I … I wanted her to be, but what I am most sorry for is being selfish."

Oliver looks directly at her confused. "For not being there for you, I'm sorry I shut you out and that I was not there for you. I am so sorry and I just hope one day you can forgive me" she cries.

"Baby, there is nothing to forgive" he scoops her up and she rest her head on his chest.

"There is so much to forgive" she whispers as he runs his fingers through her wet hair.

"No there is not, Felicity we lost our daughter, it was not easy and we both have so much to talk about but we will get through this for her I love you so much."

"I love you too Oliver."

Felicity and Oliver had woken up the next day; they left to go on vacation. Oliver took her to a secluded beach house in Hawaii; they had their private beach and private beach house. They stayed there for three weeks. During those three weeks they talked about Lily, about themselves, they found love again.

Two and half years later Felicity gave birth to a baby boy.

30 Years later and they stood at Lily's grave wishing her a happy 3oth birthday, with their three sons and daughter next to them.

The End.

A quick short fic, hope you enjoyed it was pretty sad one.