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So, this fic is partially out of a result of a story challenge from Changingdestiny40, whose stories are pretty good in my opinion. It also some therapy for me. Lately, I've been feeling disillusioned with the Oliver and Felicity relationship. I used to love them, but after the season long back and forth last year and now the stupid ass fight in the second half of this year's Flarrow cross over where Oliver and Felicity both reverted to the shadows of themselves that they were last season, I've decided enough is enough. I need some distance, I've had my fill of Olicity for a while. What I originally liked about this fandom was its variety, its shiplessness, but over the last few years the Arrow fandom has become completely consumed by Olicity shippers. The show itself is now a shadow of its former glory, but I'm ranting. Here's a story that isn't about Olicity, I hope you all like it.

Lian Yu, north China Sea

Mid-day

A man in a green hood walked in the flush, green forest with a woman with long blonde hair who was dressed in black by his side. As they walked, some pierced the quiet of the forest, something that gave them both hope: the sound of a plane flying overhead. Words were not needed as they exchanged a glance before sprinting out of the forest. With ease, the couple climbed the mountain on the side until they reached what they were looking for. Notching the air in his bow, the man flicks a knife on tar covered arrow head, thus setting it on fire. Aiming his bow at a barrel on the beach, the man lets the arrow fly. The arrow hits its mark and explodes, causing the boat nearby to be alerted to their presence.

The two made their way down to the beach as the boat approached. The men on the boat docked on the beach the couple fell to their knees, the man finally pulling off his hood. He was a man in his late twenties with shaggy blonde hair and a long beard with blue eyes. The woman took his hand and they squeezed each other's hands as they realized, for the first time in years, they were going home.

Starling City, several days later

Early morning

"Oliver Queen is Alive!" A new reporter exclaimed before continuing with his broadcast, "The Starling City resident was found by fishermen on an island in the North China sea five days ago. Queen was a regular tabloid presence and regular at the club scene until six months before his disappearance where he became seeing an anonymous woman who was revealed to be Sara Lance, daughter of local police officer Quinten Lance and his wife Dinah. We have not yet confirmed whether Ms. Lance was with Mr. Queen at the island, though there are rumors of a woman being recovered with Mr. Queen at the Island. Queen is the son of billionaire Robert Queen, who has been confirmed as deceased."

"They refused to be separated," a doctor told Quintin and Moira, Oliver's mother as they stood outside Oliver and Sara's room, "Twenty percent of Oliver's body is covered in scared tissue, second degree burns on his back and arms, x-rays show twelve fractures that never properly healed. Sara has similar wounds: twelve percent of her body is covered in scared tissue, there are at least five fractures that didn't heal, and," the doctor led Quinten away from Moira's earshot, "there's a possibility that she may have miscarried or given birth at some point during the last five years."

"Have they said anything?" Moira asked once the doctor stepped away to let Quinten absorb the news.

"They've only spoken to each other, and barely so. I want to warn the two of you, the Oliver and Sara you lost might not be the ones they found." The doctor warned them.

Exchanging worried glances, the two parents slowly walked inside the room. Oliver and Sara stood at the window; Oliver had his arm wrapped around Sara while she had her head on his shoulder. They both had their backs to Moira and Quinten and seemed not to notice their arrival.

"Oliver?" Moira called hesitantly.

"Baby girl?" Quinten called in the same manner.

The turned around, Oliver's arm sliding off Sara as she lifted her head from his shoulder. For a moment, the pair had no reaction to their respective parents, simply staring at them with hard eyes as though they were strangers. Then, Oliver smiled slightly and Sara grinned, their eyes softening considerably.

"Mom." Oliver said in greeting.

"Daddy." Sara said eyes bright with emotion.

Both Queens and Lances embraced, all happy to be reunited with a loved one. The elder Queen and Lance thought that the hard times, the struggles, were finally over. Little did they know that the hard times were just beginning.

So, here's the prologue, hope you guys like it. Some feedback would be greatly appreciated.