A/N: So this is my second FanFic... yay...

For those of you who know me from my other Fanfic It's Simply Called Love, I'm not giving up on that one. In fact, I've actually got the next chapter almost complete. I haven't written in a while.. I know, but life's just been really busy.

In any case, this plot bunny just popped into my head and I don't know exactly where I'm going with this one, but I like it so far and I'm excited to see where it takes me.

As I mentioned before, this is my second Fanfic. The first chapter's a bit short, but I hope you guys like it!

He walked through the halls of the mansion at a leisurely pace. He was in no rush to do anything or go anywhere. For once, everything in the world felt right and he was completely happy. He wasn't exactly sure what it was that made him feel the way he did, but he didn't care; he hadn't felt like this in a long time and he intended to make it last as long as he could.

He found himself in the living room. No one was around, but he didn't mind, he simply sat down on the sofa, leaned back, and closed his eyes. He stayed like that for some time, peacefully relaxed, his mind free of any and all worry. He faintly heard the sound of the front door open and light footsteps approaching, but he remained as he was. The sofa sank as she sat down beside him. He didn't need to open his eyes; he knew.

He smiled and draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. The familiar scent of her strawberry shampoo filled his nostrils as he buried his nose in her golden locks and kissed the top of her head. He heard her sigh contently and marveled at how that simple gesture filled him with happiness. He mentally hit himself as he remembered wondering what made him feel the way he did—there was no question, it was her.

"I like to seeing you like this," she said softly.

"Hmmm." He could just imagine her perfect smile, but he didn't open his eyes yet. The moment was too peaceful—too perfect—and he wanted it to last just a little longer.

"Well isn't this just perfect?" He heard the familiar voice of his mother ask. "Wait! Stay right where you are! I'll be right back with the camera." Before either of them could say a thing, he heard his mother's footsteps scurry off.

He chuckled and placed another kiss in her hair. Soon, his mother returned and he heard her come and stand directly in front of them. There was a faint click and a flash. "Perfect," his mother said happily.

He chuckled again and cracked an eye open to look at Miora. "Really mom?"

"Yes, really! This family's been through far too much and it's caused far too much anger and sorrow. Finally, we're happy, so I intend to make sure that we remember all of the good times. What could be better than a lovely picture of my son and his wife?"

He laughed. Just then Thea entered the room. "Awww. Cute. Now scootch Ollie I wanna be in the picture too."

Oliver did as he was told and made room for Thea on his right. Once she sat, he draped the other arm over her shoulders and smiled as his mother took another picture.

"Okay, now get up. I want one with my sister-in-law," Thea commanded.

Oliver groaned indignantly, but got up and went to stand by his mother. He watched as Thea squished his wife against her and the picture was taken. Miora turned to him and placed the camera in his hands. "Now all the girls," she said as she went to sit in-between them.

He wasn't sure how his peaceful afternoon had turned into a photo shoot, but he didn't mind. His mother was right, they had been through far too much and the best moments deserved to be documented. "Smile," he said as he pressed the button on the camera.

After a few more pictures, Thea stood up. "Alright, let's leave Ollie and Licity alone shall we mom."

"But—"

"Come on," Thea said as she dragged Miora out of the room.

Oliver sat down beside Felicity once more and wordlessly kissed her. The rest of the afternoon, they remained as they were and watched Mouiln Rouge. As the credits began to play, they both drifted off into sleep.

He woke up in a darkened room. He rubbed his eyes in confusion, he was in his own bed, but he clearly remembered falling asleep on the couch with Felicity. He looked to his side and found a mess of blond hair; he smiled and looked around the room. It was still dark out: 4:15 am his clock said.

Turning towards Felicity, he repositioned himself against her and she shifted in his arms. As she began to turn towards him, he noticed she was different somehow. Her golden locks were less curly and the smell of strawberry was absent. Her arms felt more muscular. On the whole, she didn't feel as fragile. Suddenly, he realized why; it wasn't Felicity. It was Sara.

He pulled back and Sara, now awake, looked at him worriedly. "Is—is everything okay Ollie?"

His mind, clouded by sleep, attempted to shift into gear, but the thoughts were racing too fast and he was confused. "I—Yeah…" He closed his eyes tightly in an attempted to organize his thoughts. Everything became clear at once: he wasn't married, his family wasn't happy, he wasn't with Felicity. He was with Sara and it had all been a dream. "Everything is fine. I just had a dream…that's all…"

Sara reached out to touch his face, but before he could think about what he was doing, he pulled back. Her expression became more worried and she retracted her hand. "Was it a bad dream? Do you want to talk about it?"

He knew that it would make more sense to tell her that it had beena bad dream and that he didn't want to talk about it, but he found himself saying: "No. It wasn't a bad dream…"

"Oh…," Now Sara looked confused. Before she could say anything more however, Oliver got out of bed.

He was suddenly anxious to do something. "I think I'll get an early start today. I'm going to get some training done at the Foundry before heading to work."

Sara hesitated, now even more confused than before. "Okay then. I'll see you later."

Oliver disappeared into his closet and reappeared wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. "I'll see you later," he said heading out the door.

A/N: So? What did you guys think?