Felicity stood outside the door of her childhood home, breathing in the salty Coast City air. Oliver held her silently at her side, not pushing her, but not letting her do this alone.

After the showdown with Slade, Oliver had explained everything to her. Her father had seen what the Mirakuru had done to Slade and Oliver explained that he had frantically worked on a cure. It was how Oliver knew one was one possible. Slade had then killed Anthony, perceiving him as a threat.

Oliver then handed her a small vial and explained to John that they'd be taking a week off to visit Felicity's mother.

She had sat in the car and considered that, for years, she had grown up with a mother that doctors couldn't understand, let alone cure. Jessica Smoak Ivo had been diagnosed with a crippling form of bi-polar disorder and manic depression shortly after Felicity's brother died. Her father had gone off in search for a cure—something more than just the management that the present day drugs offered—and had sent a sample back, entrusting an unknown colleague to administer it to his ailing wife.

Mirakuru altered the mind, but in the mind of a woman whose mind was already altered with mental illness, it simply made her numb. Felicity was able to grow up with a mother, but never a mom.

Now she knocked on the door to the home, Oliver's hand squeezing hers, and the startling blue eyes of her mother—her own eyes—stared back at her.

"Felicity?" she asked tonelessly.

"Mom," Felicity let out a breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. Felicity hadn't known how much she had missed what family she left until she was staring her in the face.

"You're home!" the woman sobbed into Felicity's shoulder, and just as Felicity had done for most of her life, she supported her. Oliver had always marveled at Felicity's strength, her ability to accept events and support other people, and she glanced at him, a silent explanation that this was why.

Her mother was caring—all heart, while Felicity was all brains.

"I love you mom," she answered simply as her mother pulled them inside.

She spared a glance at Oliver—she knew he would never judge, but she could read his face. Mirakuru didn't seem to be a cure, but merely an intensifier of what someone already possessed. It had made Slade stronger while making her mother weaker.

But Felicity was here to right that wrong.

"Mom, I need you to trust me," she sighed, hoping that her mother would just accept her help. "I have a new medicine for you, made by a friend, and it will help you, it will bring you back to me," Felicity's voice broke and she hadn't realized how much hope she had placed on this cure—on this last gift from her father.

Her mother nodded, fidgeting with her hands like a child, and she shut her eyes. Felicity recognized this as her happy place—where she went when doctors ran tests.

She removed the syringe from her purse, wiped an alcohol pad across her mother's arm, and held her breath.

Oliver watched his favorite people laughing in the ballroom and for the first time since he had returned from the island, he felt content.

The city was still plagued by criminals. He, Felicity, and John still spent their nights as Team Arrow. And being CEO of Queen Consolidated was still more painful than the most dreaded form of torture.

But he was happy.

He watched Sara in a stunning black dress sway back and forth with a still very uncoordinated Barry Allen. Oliver shook his head, still not understanding that relationship, but happy that they were happy.

Thea wiped some form of food from the corner of Roy's lips and inserted the finger in her mouth, looking at Roy with a wink. Roy had become like a brother to Oliver, but occasionally, he still wanted to put another arrow through his leg and it had gotten worse since he and Thea had moved in together—he tried to curb the emotion by reminding himself that his sister was generally the perpetrator, Roy usually just looked at Oliver with a 'please-don't-kill-me' face.

Then he watched as Felicity approached him, her mother at her side. They were exact images of each other and Oliver loved them both; he couldn't have been happier that Jessica Smoak was able to make a full recovery and was capable of functioning regularly with low doses of anti-depressants.

He watched Felicity, watching him, and he tried to fight the urge to steal her away for the evening.

"Mr. Queen," Felicity whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his ear; she wasn't helping his resolve. He ached to touch her but instead he felt for the small box that he had been carrying in his pocket since the morning he awoke to find her staring at him in her—now their—apartment. Inside the box housed an elegant, but purely classical engagement ring that he resolved to get her on her finger sooner rather than later.

He had hope. He had love. He had happiness. He had a future he was capable and willing to look forward to.

Most importantly, he had a….Someday.

A/N: El fin my faithful readers! I wanted to include this little epilogue to provide everyone their happy endings, mainly because I'm a sap like that. I think the characters need to struggle and life needs to suck and then SOMEDAY happens, because don't we all have our somedays? Felicity and Oliver, Roy and Thea, Sara and Barry - and to throw in a little extra happy, Felicity's mother! I really do hope you've enjoyed and I would really appreciate it if you'd let me know what you thought of everything. Thanks for all of the support and ideas and love throughout!