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The following days were getting better, Oliver and William were getting more comfortable around each other, Oliver was finding it easier to come home earlier and greet his son. Sadly William was still wracked with frequent nightmares. This resulted in Oliver rushing into the boy's room to console the kid.

It was ten o'clock at night. Oliver had gotten out of the office early and left Thea to handle some minor things. He opened the door to his loft and heard William's footsteps above him as he looked to see who came in. "Oh hey Oliver?" The boy headed down the stairs with a worried look on his face that he was trying to hide and flopped onto the couch.

Oliver just took it in stride, hoping William would feel comfortable enough to open up to him. Oliver started undoing his tie as he sat down on the couch. "You hungry? Have you ate yet?"

William shrugged his shoulders in reply, focusing on anything but Oliver's face.

"Well i'm going to go put something on that's a bit more comfortable and go get us some big belly burger." Oliver sat up and started to head towards his bedroom, leaving William on the couch.

A few minutes later Oliver came out dressed in a simple long sleeve shirt and Jeans. William had still not left his seat on the couch. "Ok i'm heading out, if you need anything call me or Dig." Oliver opened the loft's door. "When get back we can talk about whatever's bothering you."

Hearing that, William's eyes widened but immediately grew a bit sadder, like he was deep in thought.

About an hour later Oliver and William were facing each other, sitting cross legged on the couch, two burgers and fries between them. "Will buddy." Oliver pressed and decided to hit a rather hard spot. "Last time you kept something to yourself it didn't end well. "

William looked down at his food, pretending not to hear.

"Will-"

"It's my mom alright! It's been almost a month! We haven't heard anything!" William burst into rage, flinging the food to the floor. He looked apologetically to Oliver and bent down to gather up the food. Oliver quickly bent down and helped.

"Lyla said she'd contact me if anything changed and it's not like the mayor of Star City can just walk into a secure Argus facility." Oliver tried to explain to william.

"I know that but… I just want to see her." The boy looked on the verge of tears.

Oliver knelt down and looked William directly in the eye. "How about this. We go talk to Lyla in the morning. if anyone can get you into to see your mom, it'll be her."

William sighed and rubbed his watery eyes. "Alright but it have to go tomorrow. Promise?"

"Promise." Oliver stated.

William gathered his food and threw it away, gathering the rest of his things he headed upstairs.

After Oliver threw away the rest of the food, he headed upstairs. He'd been trying to get used to a normal sleeping schedule now that he had a kid to take care of. Heading upstairs, Oliver saw the door to his room was cracked. Opening it slowly, he saw William casually getting into the bed. Oliver coughed lightly as he entered his room. William's head jerked towards Oliver as closed the door.

"I-" He started but Oliver cut him off.

"It's fine. If it makes you sleep better then it makes me happy." Oliver said to William, hoping he believed it.

In a matter of minutes Oliver had climbed into bed with William, listening to his peaceful rhythmic breaths as he tried to sleep. Oliver looked over to the clock, it read eleven pm. Normally he'd be out shooting or punching someone, fortunately his team had everything under control as he tried to sort everything out with William.

Oliver had found it easier to sleep laying with William, as William did with him. He had a purpose to sleep now rather than just gaining energy, it helped his child. Gradually both of them drifted to sleep.

Oliver woke up, hearing the door to his bedroom slowly open. His eyes burst open though he calmed down when he saw it was just William leaving the room. He looked over to the clock. It was midnight.

Concerned that William had woken up because of a nightmare and just rather curious why his twelve year old was up at midnight he slowly followed him out the door. The fridge light illuminated the kitchen. Oliver headed downstairs, fully awake now and decided to get himself something.

William not paying attention jumped and dropped his glass when Oliver appeared next to him.

Oliver with his amazing reflexes caught the empty glass before it shattered on the ground.

"Thanks… I didn't hear you come down." William muttered apologetically.

Oliver just smiled and got himself a glass, filling it with water. "No problem Will."

Oliver waited, hoping will would talk about what was bothering him. Sadly he was stubborn just like his father. "So whatcha doin up so late?"

"Just can't sleep, thinking about tomorrow."

"I'm sure Lyla can get us in to see Samantha. There's no need to worry." Oliver assured him.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, why would someone be coming by at midnight Oliver wondered but with his other job he wasn't surprised. "Stay here, i'll get it." Oliver told William.

Oliver walked over to the door. Surprised at who was on the other side. Lyla and her husband, John.

"Hey, sorry to come by so late." Diggle said after Oliver opened the door.

"We thought it best to come say it in person." Lyla added, a remorseful look on her face

"Who is it?" William yelled from the kitchen.

Oliver quickly covered the doorway with his body. "Does he need to hear this?"

Lyla leaned in closer, getting straight to the point. "We lost her two hours ago. I'm so sorry Oliver."

Oliver didn't know what to say, he promised William she would be fine. He broke that promise to himself but more importantly to his son.

"I'll tell him." Was all Oliver said. He wished John and Lyla safe travels as they left. Oliver closed the door and walked over to William. "Will buddy, that was John and Lyla. We need to talk. C'mere and sit down." He motioned to the couch.

William, smart for his age, started putting things together. "No. I don't want to sit down."

"William please-"

"Oliver is my mom ok." William asked, his voice high with worry.

Oliver sighed and stopping evading the inevitable. "No William she's not."

"No... no no no no no. She can't be." William's eyes filled with water and his knees started shaking.

Oliver rushed forward and caught him before he could fall to the floor, cradling him in his arms.

"No no no… She can't be dead, she just can't…" Wiliam whispered over and over.

Oliver didn't know what to say. He just sat there on the floor, cradling his child in his arms.

"William im- im so sorry…" Oliver muttered. "It's all my fault my fault. I should've kept tou safe. This is all my fault." Oliver whispered.

"No.. Please don't blame yourself. This is- this is that man's fault!" William screamed in between sobs.

Oliver just held him in his arms, rocking him back and forth, not knowing what else to do for him. After a while Oliver finally got William into bed. Something worried him though. William seemed to be getting over his nightmares but had this just sparked the match all over again.