Author: Midnight-Runway

Rated M

Pairing Oliver/Felicity Felicity/OC

Title: All Is Not Lost

Chapter Two: Rain Drops

Disclaimer: Clearly I do not own any characters expect original characters of this fictional story. All rights to the characters of the show and comic belong slowly to the creators of Arrow and DC Comics. If I owned Arrow Felicity and Oliver would be married by now, because I ship them so hard.

Warning: This is an Olicity. No Laurel bashing though. There will be Felicity with OC. You have been warned.

Summary: Set after season 2. "I am pregnant." The room fell silent. Slowly her eyes met Oliver's, at that moment she knew nothing would be the same, and just like a broken mirror her life shattered into a million pieces. Felicity was pregnant. She never expect to be in this situation, unmarried, alone, and pregnant with a strangers baby.

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Standing against the window she watched as the sunset. Her eyes took in how lovely the contrast of colors played with one another. The way the mixture of the yellows, oranges, and hints of reds of the sun peaked out from behind the large trees with their shades of greens and browns. It was picturesque.

The sun room was her favorite place in the house. She valued the way the sun would peak into through the glass barrier and find its way onto her skin and on late nights how the stars and the moon would shine bright illuminating the room. She spent most of her time there, in that room.

A tug on her dress brought her out of her observation. The blonde haired woman stared down at the young girl. Big blue eyes staring up at her, a toothy smile, which displayed her missing front tooth, and her messy brown hair cascading around her. The five year old was at vision of perfection. The older woman smiled as she picked up the child. Instantly the child rested her head on her mother's chest, the girls watched the sunset. Felicity rocked her daughter and quietly hummed a song.

It was a moment of true beauty. "Hope, Felicity!" A voice called out. Hope jumped with excitement. "Daddy!"

As Felicity let her down, the girl ran with excitement, leaving her mother not far behind. Making their way into the living room Felicity watched her husband bend over to kiss their daughter. She watched the two.

It brought a smile to her face. Growing up she didn't have her father in her life. It was her mother and her. She wanted her more for her daughter. "Mommy!" A voice called her back.

Felicity looked down at her hands and panicked. Her hands were covered in blood. "This is your fault," she heard her daughter. She screamed in terror. Her daughter was laying on the ground, covered in blood, with and man standing in front of her. "You couldn't save her. This was your fault." Dropping to her knees she scrambled to pick up her daughter. "You did this. The life you lead did this," the child whispered out. Felicity's heart sank as another scream erupted from her throat. "I am sorry," she whispered.

Gasping as she woke up, she looked around confused. Her first thought went to her daughter. She looked around franticly, until realization hit her. It was a nightmare; she was in her townhouse, in her bed. Her eyes traveled to her hands, no traces of blood and a sigh of relief washed through her. Evening out her breaths, she attempted to calm down.

It felt real, when she held her, the feeling of happiness and love. She ached with the dream of what she could have and what she couldn't. The life she led was dangerous.

Shaking her head, she tried to stop thinking. Lying back down, she stared at the window giving all her attention to the object.

Blue eyes started at the window, watching the rain droplets slid down the window. The sound of the rain tapping against the wind was calming, for hours she laid in her bed listening to it. It was like a soothing lullaby. Maybe it was the constancy, something she lacked or was it just beautiful in a strange way. It was a weird silence to her.

It was Sunday morning; the sky was grey and crying. Felicity would have liked to think, it was crying along with her. Closing her eyes, she found herself trying to find sleep. It was her official day off, from her day and night job, all she wanted to do was to drown her in self- pity and ice cream.

She was trying to find an excuse not to deal with the issue at hand. It had officially been twenty-four hours since she found out about the pregnancy. The nightmare had septet into her core slowly eating at it. It taunted her with what ifs both the good and bad.

Jumping slightly as her phone rang, she started at the name on the screen. Her heart slightly skipped a beat, Diggle. She didn't feel like facing anyone at the moment. Fighting the urge to ignore the call, she picked it up.

"Hello," her voice sounded horse. "Are you okay," Diggle asked. "Yea just was asleep."

"Sorry to wake you up but we need you in." Holding back a sigh," okay," she breathed out. Hanging up she turned her attention back to the window. Maybe she liked to watch the rain because it washed everything clean. The way it dripped onto the window slowly racing down, hauling the dirt with it.

Turning her attention away from the window, sat up and made her way to get ready.

Standing in front of the mirror, she ran her hands over her tummy. The black dress clung to her body like a glove; it was flattering and one of her favorite pieces. She wondered how she would look showing. Turning to the side, she analyzed herself, and laughed at her stupidity. Looking at her face she grimaced. No amount of makeup could cover the ugly dark circles or the pale complexion that has set onto her face. She looked tired, generally unwell. Frowning, she sighed. Dragging her feet, she grabbed her purse and car keys.

Making her way to the door, she opened it only to stop. With one foot out the door, literally, she stood there. She couldn't face them, she couldn't. Hurriedly she closed the door. Taking another deep breath, it took all her will power; she opened the door and step.

Sooner or later she would have to face the music.