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Chapter Two – Silence

Oliver's phone rang just as he was getting ready to leave his office at City Hall. William's picture popped onto the screen as the ringtone sounded, leading the city's Deputy Mayor to smile.

What would be for dinner tonight?

"Hey Buddy! Who's cooking tonight? Or is your mom ready to eat out?" he joked.

"Dad, did mom…did Felicity call you?" William's nervous voice made Oliver stop.

"No," he paused, "Whyyy?"

William paused as well. Felicity had barely said a word to him after her phone conversation. William knew she had talked to a doctor. He knew she had tried to shield him from the conversation and her reaction – which appeared to be complete sadness – when she hung up the phone. And he had listened as carefully as he possibly could when she came pulling a small suitcase out of the bedroom and told him not to call Oliver for at least an hour.

"I'm fine, Will. I will be. I just need some time. I need my mom."

"She went to DD's," William said plainly.

"Whaaat?" Oliver asked in disbelief. "William what happened there this afternoon?"

William took a deep breath. "Can you just come home, please?" he requested something simple from his father.

"Yeah… yeah, Buddy, I'm on my way." Oliver ended the call with his son and immediately dialed another number.

"Hi! You've reached Felicity Smoak…Queen… Sorry, still getting used to that! I can't catch your call right now, so leave me a blip and I'll call ya back."

Directly to voice mail…Oliver grit his teeth together with a little frustration but mainly worry. What on earth would send her running, to Las Vegas… to Donna… without calling him first?

He looked at his watch and calculated the time difference between Star City and Las Vegas. Honestly, it didn't matter. As he slid into his car he hit the button to dial Donna Smoak's number. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk to Felicity's mom at that very moment, but if she had any information, he needed to know.

"Hello?" Felicity's mom answered without hesitation.

"Donna? It's Oliver. Is Felicity there?" He knew the answer before he finished the question. Donna was a thousand miles away. Unless his wife took the Barry 'Flash' Allen mode of transportation, she was still in route.

"Nooo, Sweetheart, why would she be here with me when she has YOU at home?" Donna chuckled.

"I'm trying to figure that out myself," Oliver commented. "William just called me and said she was going to your place. Do you know why?"

"She's what?" Donna scrunched her eyebrows together and reached to the back of her head to play with her ponytail of red hair. "I haven't talked to her since last week, Oliver. The last thing I talked to Felicity about was William's research project and how much I used to hate trying to help her with homework."

"So she hasn't called you?" Oliver was beginning to get more worried by the moment.

"No, Sweety, I'm sorry." Donna as well felt a little worried now. "Oliver, seriously, why do you think she's coming to me?"

Oliver watched the traffic as he pulled out of the parking garage onto the street. "I have no idea, Donna. Will just called me and said she was heading to 'DD's' and asked me to come home."

Donna smiled easily, hearing the term of endearment her step-grandson had chosen to use for her. Grandma or Bubbe were not names she had dreamed of being called by her grandchildren – if God blessed her with grandchildren. She imagined herself being more in-tune with the younger generation so her grand-maternal instincts begged for a more innovative moniker.

'DD' came about when William attempted to call her Grandma Donna, then GD for short, which caused Felicity a near aneurysm. So they narrowed their focus to a repetitive letter that stood for something along the lines of Dear Donna, or Darling Donna.

The fact that William even considered calling her something familial sent Donna Smoak over the moon.

She shook herself out of those happy, entertaining thoughts as she focused on what Oliver was saying.

"William's at home alone?" Donna wasn't sure what she was asking about now, nor who she was more concerned about.

"He's 12. He's got Raisa on speed dial. And, he's perfectly capable to be there for a few hours by himself," Oliver quipped.

"I know, oh, I know, Hon. I just… Felicity… I don't understand, Oliver," Donna stumbled.

"Neither do I, Donna," Oliver admitted. "Let me get home and see if I can figure this out. William probably knows more than he was telling me. I just need to get home and talk to him."

"Ok. Yeah, you're probably right. Talk to him, Oliver. And then call me back, okay?"

"I will. And Donna, if you hear from her you'll call me, right?" Oliver practically pleaded. "Are you at home?"

"I'll head home in the next little bit, Sweetheart. And yes, I promise you, even if she doesn't want me to call, I'll let you know if she gets here."

"When-" Oliver corrected. "Let me know when she gets there, okay?"

Donna nodded, clued in to Oliver's distress by the simple sound of his voice.

Both ended the call with thoughts of the woman they both loved more than they could express.

William had the tv on for noise, and the laptop computer in his lap, still attempting to work on his project – which was another bit of instruction Felicity had given him as she hurried out the door. But as soon as the front door opened he was off the couch and waiting for his father to walk in.

"She got a phone call…it was a Dr. Morton, or Barton maybe…" William started before Oliver could even close the door.

Oliver tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch and turned around to face his son, putting his hands on William's shoulders.

"Okay," he looked into the boy's eyes. "Take a breath and then calmly tell me what happened since you got home from school."

William did as he was told, taking a slow, deep breath and then letting it out while his dad watched him. He blinked a couple of times and then pointed over toward the kitchen counter where he and Felicity had gone to work on his school project.

"As soon as I got home and changed clothes, Felicity made me sit down to start working on my research project. She was helping me find websites with the information that I needed and we were talking about what I needed to know, how to look up the stuff on the internet, and how to put that into the project. It was a pretty normal afternoon." William shrugged his shoulders and looked at Oliver with wide eyes.

"Then, around 4:30, her phone rang. She answered it and sat down on the couch. I heard her say, 'Dr. Barton,' I'm pretty sure that was it. She said the name a couple of times. Mom didn't say much but she started looking kind of sad, kind of scared, almost. Then, after she hung up I tried to ask her if she was ok and I think she started crying. She went into your room and the next thing I knew she was pulling a suitcase and going out the front door."

Oliver listened to him carefully. He racked his brain trying to remember a Dr. Barton. Was that someone who helped implant the bio-stimulator? He couldn't think of anyone's name in that moment.

"What makes you think she's going to DD's, Will?" Oliver wondered if there was still a piece missing.

William nervously shrugged a single shoulder. "She said not to call you for at least an hour after she left…and that she needed her mom."

Oliver's eyes widened. Had he done something wrong? Had something else from his past been shoved at Felicity? Why did she need to run to Donna – and why would she make William wait to inform him? Unless she didn't want to take the chance of Oliver trying to stop her…obviously.

"Dad?" William turned his laptop toward Oliver. "Is this Dr. Barton? What's a…an…obstetrician?"

Oliver's mouth dropped open, his eyes stayed wide and he simply stared at the screen. "Oh," he said breathlessly. Then, after a few seconds he looked back at William. "It's uh…an obste-trician…it's a doctor for…um…for moms." His mouth was suddenly parched.

Oliver turned away from William's questioning face. He knew his son didn't understand exactly what he was trying to say and there was no way he was going to verbalize that Dr. Barton was a doctor for expectant mothers.

Dear God, Oliver put his hands on the back of the couch and looked out the expansive windows over the city, is she pregnant? Is this an accidental pregnancy? We talked but if… if she's pregnant now… Please don't let her do anything without talking to me…please.

"Dad?" William broke through his thoughts. "Is Felicity… is Mom okay?"

Oliver turned to face his son with a hint of fear and sadness in his own eyes. "I hope so, Buddy. Let's hope she's on her way to DD's and that your grandmom can chat with her and calm her down until I can get there."

"Wait," William looked curious, "we're going to Vegas?"

Oliver smiled at his son's obvious wish. "No, we are not going to Vegas. While I know DD would love to see you and have you out there again, I think it's better for me to go and try to straighten things out with your mom, okay? Not to mention you are not old enough to play the slot machines or count cards. Just because Felicity learned how to beat their system at age 13 doesn't mean you get to."

He took the opportunity to ease the stress of the moment with a smile and a dig at both William and Felicity's intelligence.

"Go back to work on your school project or your other homework, ok? I'm gonna disappear into our room and pack a bag and call Raisa to come stay with you for a few days." Oliver instructed and was happy to see William return to clicking on the keyboard.

"You really do believe she is okay, don't you?" William asked before Oliver got through the bedroom door.

Oliver nodded, still a little nervous about the certainty of his answer. "I think so. But I want to find her and be with her, just to be sure. If we're together I know it'll be okay. I just need to be with her."

William nodded and watched the door close behind his dad. He felt a little better now that his father was able to take charge of the situation. Still he was curious about the phone call, the doctor, and what kind of information would make Felicity bolt.

had become his friend under Felicity's tutelage… It was easy enough to put his question into the search bar. "What is an obstetrician?" With a click of the 'enter' key, he quickly found the answer he was looking for and, much like his father, Williams' eyes widened and his mouth dropped open with the definition: An obstetrician is a doctor who specializes in pregnancy, childbirth, and a woman's reproductive system.

A baby? The 12 year old quickly closed the lid of the laptop as if looking at that definition would get him into trouble. Why would a baby freak Felicity out? Apparently it seemed to have his father a little freaked out as well.

William decided he'd better keep his mouth shut about this information, if he could. If he really was going to become a big brother, but his parents weren't thrilled about it, there must be some factor that he was missing.

But he wanted them to know that they had his full support on this topic.

So he found his easiest subject of homework, math – of course, and went to work on that until Oliver came out of the bedroom with a duffle bag in hand.

"Ok, Raisa will be here in about a half hour. She's stopping for pizza on the way so you can have that for dinner. Behave for her and I will let you know when I get to Vegas. We will be home just as soon as we can."

William nodded in agreement. He gladly accepted the kiss on his forehead from his father but pressed his lips together tightly when Oliver tried to look him in the eye.

"Are you okay, Will?" Oliver wondered? "You understand that I need to find Felicity and figure out what's going on, right? Even if she's with DD, I need to help her."

William nodded again and let his lips fidget with the thoughts going through his young mind.

"What?" Oliver wondered.

"Nothing," William shook his head. "I know she needs you and you need her. Just…please let me know."

"Yeah," Oliver knit his eyebrows together, watching his son. "I will, I promise, as soon as I can."

He threw the duffle bag over his shoulder and reached for the doorknob to leave.

"And, Dad…" the debate in William's mind gave way to the other little life that might be involved in this scenario. "If Felicity is worried about me and the baby…Just tell her I'd love to have a little sister, but I'll be happy either way."

Oliver's heartbeat sped up in his chest. Now how was he supposed to respond to that? He turned around, took a deep breath and smiled at his son. "You looked up what an obstetrician is?"

William nodded sheepishly.

"We don't know yet, Will…okay? I'm having the same thoughts you are apparently, but we don't know yet – if mom is pregnant or not." There, dear God, he had actually said the words. "But I promise you this," Oliver continued, "you will be one of the very first people to know if she is. You are our son and nothing will change that. Understand?"

William smiled softly with thanks for his father's words.

"Just make sure Feli – Mom – is okay. That's what's most important, right?" William offered.

Oliver nodded. "Yeah."

With that and a quick 'I love you' he was out the door as well. Oliver didn't want to get his hopes up too high. But the idea that Felicity might be carrying their baby…and upset about that idea for whatever reason…was going to make the 4 hour flight a tough one.

Chapter Two – Silence