It had been 5 years since Laurel Lance had lost the love of her life, Oliver Queen when the yacht he and his father had been on went down in the North China Sea. And to everyone else around her, it seemed as though had died on that day to.
Ever since her heart had been shattered, Laurel had become an entirely different person. She became distant, detached, quiet, really just a shell of her old self. She had also begun throwing herself entirely first into law school and then into her job at CNRI. Her mother had just given up on her and left their family and moved Central city, but her dad and sister Sara refused to give up, though none of their efforts seemed to yield any results, since they could not get through to the old Laurel.
Her friends, especially Tommy Merlyn and Oliver's little sister Thea Queen, were also having equal trouble getting through to her, since all Laurel really did when she wasn't at work was stay holed up in her apartment, looking at pictures of her and Oliver.
Everyday when she woke up in the morning, Laurel hoped to roll over and find Oliver laying down next to her, only to find that she was sleeping alone, the only thing waiting for her was the frame picture of Oliver she kept on her nightstand.
However, when she dragged herself out of bed today, she had no idea that her life was about to get better.
That is until she got a phone call.
"Hello." Laurel asked dimly.
"Laurel, turn on channel 4 now. It's Oliver. He's alive." Sara's voice said on the other end of the call.
Laurel dropped the phone instantly and turned on the TV to channel 4 just in time to see the story.
"Oliver Queen is alive. The Starling City resident was found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago. Five years after he was presumed dead following the accident at sea which claimed The Queen's was a tabloid presence and fixture on the club scene. Before his disappearance, he was acquitted of assault stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi. Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased." The news anchor said.
Laurel couldn't stop the tears of joy that were coming to her eyes right now. He was alive. Oliver was alive and he was coming home to her. She felt something strange, something she hadn't felt in so long that she'd almost forgotten what it felt like. She felt happy.
Ever since they'd found him, all Oliver could think about was Laurel. She was the only thing that had kept him sane his entire 5 years away, even the years he hadn't been on the island, she was the only thing that kept him going, the thought of going back to her strong enough to keep him moving and keeping him alive. And now he finally was. And he promised himself that there would be no secrets from Laurel this time. He'd tell her everything that he'd been through gradually, but he would tell her.
Anyways, right now he was currently staring out of his window in the the Chinese Hospital he'd been sent to after they found him, looking at the horizon.
He heard the door open and he turned to see his mother Moira Queen walking into his room.
"Oliver." Moira said.
"Hi mom." Oliver said as he hugged her and he felt her cry with relief into his chest.
After the limo pulled up in front of the Queen Mansion, Oliver took a crate with Chinese writing on it out himself, since he didn't want anyone else to what was in it.
He then looked up at the house that he had once thought of as home. Now it was almost a completely different place to him.
"Your room is exactly how you left it, a mess. I just didn't have the heart to change it." Moira said with a smile.
"Oliver, it's good to see you." a refined british voice said as an african american man wearing an impeccable suit walked up to him and held out his hand.
"Thank you." Oliver said, since even though this man seemed familiar to him, he couldn't place a name.
"Oliver, you remember Walter from your father's company?" Moira asked.
"Yeah and I'm guessing that now your husband is still running the company." Oliver said.
"I see you didn't entirely lose your sarcasm on the island." another voice said from the top of the stairs and Oliver looked up to see his little sister Thea standing at the top of the stairs.
"Hey sis." Oliver said.
"I knew it. I knew you were still alive." Thea said as she came downstairs and all but threw herself into Oliver's arms.
"I missed you so much." Thea then said.
"You were with me the whole time." Oliver said, right as they heard the door open and close.
Oliver turned and felt his heart start to beat at least twice as fast.
"Laurel." Oliver said.
"I didn't truly believe it until now. I can't believe you're home." Laurel said as she ran up to him and hugged him tightly.
Oliver just simply held her just as tightly as he felt her gently cry into his shoulder and he rubbed her back as Moira, Walter and Thea just smiled at the reunion, since Thea was hoping that maybe now that Oliver was back, he might be able to bring out the old Laurel again.
"Please don't leave me again." Laurel said to him.
Oliver smiled at her and said "I promise, I'm not going anywhere."
Thea, knowing what was about to happen just covered her eyes as Oliver and Laurel kissed for the first time in five years.
"You have no idea how much I missed that." Oliver said breathlessly when they pulled apart.
"I think I do." Laurel said with a small smile.
Before either of them could say anything else, another voice said "What did I tell you man, yachts suck."
"Tommy Merlyn." Oliver said to his best friend as they hugged.
"I see Laurel has already given you a welcome back." Tommy said and to his surprise, Laurel actually smiled at him.
"You could say that. Though if, your family doesn't mind, I'd kind of prefer if Oliver stayed at my apartment tonight." Laurel said.
"He's all yours. Something tells me you need him even more than we do." Moira said with a knowing smile.