DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters, they belong to the CW and DC comics. this is just a fanmade story of a couple the author would really want to see ending up together. Just fantasies that I can't keep to myself anymore. no hard feelings.
EPILOGUE: A LONG WAY DOWN THE ROAD
It's been a night
Such a night
Such a long night
Watch myself disappear
Into the wild side
Said good bye to my hard side
Sang, saw a jackal appear
Every road, that's wrong
Seems like the road, I'm on
Every sign just seems unclear
Won't you come switch me on
Don't know where I've gone
And I, I wish I was here
Wish I Was Here – Cat Power & Coldplay
(This final chapter is based on personal struggles regarding the future.)
The call had come in at the office early that morning. Felicity had frowned when her assistant had informed her the principal of Sophie's school was on the phone. Usually, these calls went straight to the house, but they had supplied the school with the office phone-number for emergencies. Never had they been called here before. She told Emily, her assistant, to call Oliver so he could be 'present' for the conversation. She answered the call, the worry already running through her entire body. Oliver was put through in record time.
"Principal Fitzgerald, my husband is here via another line, I'm going to put you on speaker."
She pressed a couple of buttons and the principals voice rang through her office.
"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Queen, I apologize for calling at such an inappropriate time, but I have to let you know that there was an accident concerning your daughter Sophie."
"What happened? Is she hurt?" Oliver's voice filled the room, the worry evident in his tone.
"No, fortunately, all parties involved were unharmed, just a little shaken up. But, since your daughter was the initiator of said accident, I have her in my office as we speak."
Felicity had a hard time holding back the chuckle when the faint "Greetings, mother." Could be heard in the background. At least she still had her sense of humor.
"Be quiet please." Principal Fitzgerald said to Sophie. Even though they couldn't see her, Felicity was one hundred percent positive her daughter rolled her eyes.
"Mr. and Mrs. Queen, I would like to invite you to come pick up your daughter so we can discuss further measures."
Felicity pursed her lips.
"We'll be there within the hour, Fitzgerald." Oliver said calmly.
"Well then, thank you for making time on such short notice, Mr. and Mrs. Queen. I'll see you both shortly, then. Goodbye."
With a sigh, Felicity ended the call and reclined back into her desk-chair. They were quiet for a moment, contemplating what on earth Sophie could have done that would need them to come to the school.
"Since when does our daughter get in trouble?" Felicity sighed, a frown on her face.
Oliver laughed on the other end of the line. "Since the moment she was born, Felicity. This is just the first time in eighteen years that she got caught."
Felicity chuckled and leaned forward with her elbow on her desk.
"Come pick me up?" she asked.
"Of course, I'm leaving now, I'll be there in ten minutes."
People that needed to know that she was leaving for the day were informed and assignments were given. As head of IT she would probably still get a lot of calls throughout the day even though she said they could only call her for emergencies. The IT staff had a weird definition of emergency. Soon after, she was walking down the lobby of Queen Consolidated in her favorite purple coat and her bag slung over her shoulder. Oliver walked up to her with a big smile on his face.
"Why are you smiling? We are summoned by our daughter's principal because that girl is too much of a rebel to handle."
Oliver shrugged and smiled even wider, his arm snaking around her waist. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her softly. She had started wearing her hair in a slightly darker color then the bright blonde she used to sport. This color was warmer and more of a honey blonde. Felicity leaned into him, her hands finding his sides, sneaking under his jacket.
"She takes after her father."
Felicity half-scoffed, half-laughed before kissing him again.. "You idiot."
With one hand, she reached up and ran her fingers through the greying hairs on the side of his head. "Well, daddy-dear is getting old." She teased, moving her fingers towards the small lines next to his eyes and forehead. "But also getting more and more handsome."
He smiled and bent down to capture her lips again. "Let's go pick up our delinquent daughter." He said, chuckling, putting his arm around her shoulder and walking her outside, to be greeted by the cold January morning air. The ride to the school took them a little longer than half an hour, since Sophie was attending a private school, just outside of the city. The drove up the long gravel driveway, parking in front of the old red-brick building. Felicity grabbed her purse from where it was lying at her feet and unclasping her safety belt as Oliver walked around the car and opened her door for her. Even after all these years, he always opened her door for her, every single time. He hadn't forgotten it once. Felicity had commented on it a few months into their relationship, but he just shrugged and kept doing it. She tried to beat him to it a couple of times, but there was really no use, so nowadays, she would just wait for him to open her door for her and smile thankfully.
They walked up the few steps to the front door of the school, Oliver once again opening the door for her. She smiled and shook her head a little. Her hand found its way to the crook of his elbow. The school bell rang through the halls as the door fell shut behind them. Felicity tightened her grip on Oliver's arm. Within seconds, the halls were swarmed with boys and girls ages 12-18, all in uniform. With a smile, Oliver lead her through the crowd. She smiled when she saw Rosalie and her best-friend, giggling in a corner. Nina spotted her and nudged Rosalie, who tucked her brown hair behind her ear and met Felicity's gaze. She smiled, blue eyes lighting up behind the adorable glasses and she waved a tiny little waved. Felicity smiled wider and returned her little wave. She turned to Oliver, jumped a little when she was met with his gaze on her already. They reached the reception. A quirky looking girl greeted them, red curly hair framing a heart-shaped face with bright green eyes and pink lips.
"Hello" Oliver said, his charming grin in place. "We were called in to see principal Fitzgerald."
"Right, of course, Mr. and Mrs. Queen. If you would follow me, please."
She stood up from her chair, straightening her skirt in the process and walked towards the door leading to the small waiting area for the principal's office, which was through another door. In one of the maybe a little too elaborate arm-chairs for a waiting area, Sophie was seated, or well, she was more draped over it, her ridiculously long blonde hair hanging over one side, and her doc martens clad feet dangling over the other. She smiled sweetly at seeing her parents, looking innocent as always. Unfortunately, Oliver and Felicity knew better, having grown used to the adorable smile, and almost completely immune to it. Almost.
"Principal Fitzgerald will be with you shortly, can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?"
Oliver looked as his wife as she shook her head. "No thank you, we're good."
"Alright, call for me if you need me." She smiled and nodded at the both of them before she turned to get back to her desk.
"Thank you, Rachel." Sophie called after her, rolling her eyes.
"Sophie." Felicity said sternly. Oliver shook his head a little, helping Felicity out of her coat and hanging it with his own on the coat rack. They sat down on separate chairs across from their daughter. Oliver leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.
"So? What'd you do, Soph?"
"Delivered some justice, that's all." She whispered, eyes focused on the task of scratching off her bright pink nail polish. Oliver scoffed, shaking his head and shared a look with Felicity, a soft smile gracing her lips.
"Sophie...sweetheart... What happened? Did someone try to hurt you?"
She closed her eyes for a second and shook her head. "No. No, I'm fine. I'm not made of glass."
"We know that, but we're just worried about you." Felicity said, reaching out to put her hand on her daughter's knee. Sophie looked up and smiled at her before smiling at her father.
"Just don't let Fitzgerald get into your head, please. He's got a very twisted sense of truth." She looked expectantly at the both of them. Felicity looked at Oliver and they both nodded. Oliver's head snapped up at the shadow behind the door, Felicity's head following at the sound of the door opening.
"Mr. and Mrs. Queen, thank you for coming."
Oliver stood up, putting a hand on Sophie's shoulder before shaking the principals hand. Felicity squeezed her daughter's hand.
"Just hold on, sweetie." She whispered before letting her go an greeting the principal.
"Miss Queen, I will discuss your predicament with your parents. I'll call Miss Edwards to send you in after."
"Alrighty." Sophie said, the innocent little smile returning to her face. Felicity chuckled under her breath and followed the principal into his office. The office was everything one could expect from an office for a principal of a privet school. A lot of bookshelves, diploma's framed on the wall, a big globe in the corner of the room, a painting of the school building, two leather arm chairs in front of an enormous mahogany desk and red velvet curtains. Fitzgerald walked behind his desk and gestured for them to sit.
"Alright, so I would like to skip formalities and get right to it."
Oliver nodded "alright, go for it." Oliver had known Fitzgerald for quite some time. The man had been just a young chemistry teacher when he was transferred to this school. Oliver had gotten himself in quite some trouble, and Fitzgerald seemed to always be the victim of his and tommy's stunts.
He was sure the man was delighted when another Queen was admitted. With a smirk on his face, he looked at the principal, who looked exhausted and old, much older than his actual age, he was sure.
"Your daughter assaulted a male student this morning."
Neither Oliver or Felicity moved a muscle. Not because they were shocked motionless, but they were surprised it had taken this long to happen. Felicity decided to play the part of the concerned parent and raised her eyebrows. "Really? What happened? The boy is alright, right?"
"Yes, the boy is fine. There were some words exchanged between the two, in a teasing manner, and your daughter seemed to have overreacted."
"Is that so?" Oliver said. *or maybe insert Oliver past here*
"Do you have a general idea about what was said in this exchange?" He asked, looking expectantly at the principal.
"Unfortunately I do not, I can only rely on what witnesses told me. I can assure you that what they told me shouldn't cause such a reaction from Sophie."
Felicity rolled her eyes. If her daughter 'assaulted' a boy then she would have a damn good reason.
"But, the incident is not the only thing I wanted to discuss with you today. You see, some teachers are concerned about Sophie's well-being. Her grades have been dropping and a few teachers report her as being drowsy or in a particular extreme case, even asleep during class. Now, you have to understand that we are concerned about her and I have to ask. Is there a possibility that there is some conflict at home? Is she having trouble studying? Anything concerning her siblings? Is there a chance the two of you are experiencing marital struggles that might affect her?"
Felicity's eyebrows skyrocketed up at the principal's last suggestion.
"What?! No! Where would you get such an idea?!" She exclaimed, making it clear that she was not happy with the suggestion that her marriage with Oliver was on the rocks. She looked at her husband with shocked eyes. He shrugged and smiled reassuringly at her before turning back to the principal.
"I believe principal Fitzgerald has spent a little too much time with his nose in the tabloids. Rumors, that are in absolutely no way true, about a possible divorce have been going around for quite some time. I believe it was caused by a couple of pictures of you without your wedding ring."
"For crying out loud, it was at the jewelers, for that inscription."
"Oh, I know." Oliver said, holding up his hands in mock-surrender. Felicity sighed and cocked her head to the side. She licked her lips and stared at Oliver a little longer than maybe was appropriate, but they were having one of their patented eye-conversations. With a tiny nod, she turned back to Fitzgerald.
"Principal, I can assure you that I, we..." She gestured at herself and Oliver. "...are very invested in our children and we are very tight with them. There is nothing happening to either of them that you should be concerned about. I know exactly what my daughter is struggling with and we are working through it, together, because that is what a family does."
"Alright Mrs. Queen, but I will have to take her off the archery team and other extra-curricular activities if her grades keep dropping."
The principal nodded. "Okay then, I think it's time to send Sophie in and discuss the incident and its consequences." They both nodded and Fitzgerald pressed a button on his phone to make contact with his secretary.
"Rachel, would you send in Miss Queen please, thank you."
He let go of the button and reclined back in his chair. Shortly after, there were two knocks on the door and the door slid open, the principals secretary stepping through first before letting Sophie through and reaching for an extra chair, placing it next to Oliver. Sophie had her arms crossed over her chest, two fingers playing with a blonde strand of hair. The secretary excused herself and closed the door as she left the office.
"Have a seat, Miss Queen." Fitzgerald said. Without a word, Sophie did as she was told, making Felicity frown a little. For whatever reason, Sophie looked upset and she didn't like it. Luckily, she wasn't the only one who noticed as Oliver took his daughter's hand where it was laying in her lap and squeezed it softly. Sophie smiled in response and raised her head, a little bit of confidence returning to her.
"Now, Miss Queen, I trust you are well able to explain what happened earlier to your parents by yourself, because I would like to get down to business, as I am sure we all have more to do today."
Felicity raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
"Let me be very clear that the behavior you showcased today will not be tolerated. Not today, and not ever. If such a thing would ever occur again, I'm afraid Miss Queen will have to find a new school. Your daughter will be expelled for the remaining three days of the week. She will also attend detention during the entirety of next week. Starting on Monday, you will come to my office after your last class, every day and I will give you a task that will benefit the school. Any questions, Miss Queen?"
Sophie looked up and shook her head. "No principal Fitzgerald."
"Well then, I would like to thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Queen, for coming in so quickly. I will see Sophie on Monday."
Formal goodbyes were said and within minutes, they were driving back down the gravel driveway, Sophie glooming in the backseat, arms-crossed over her chest. Felicity sighed and licked her chapped lips. Oliver looked at their daughter through the rearview mirror and sighed softly. Felicity noticed and looked at him. He met her gaze and held it for a while for turning his gaze back on the road.
Later that night, when the whole family was having dinner together, Sophie was. yet again, awfully quiet. She wasn't really eating and playing with her food. There was no way you would miss it, especially as a parent. Oliver and Felicity shared a look, and silently agreed to talk to her later before their seven year old son interrupted them with one of his elaborate stories about his day at school. He talked with hand-gestures galore. Little Daniel got that from his mother.
You might be wondering as to why he is so young. Unfortunately, when Felicity was eight weeks pregnant, she had a miscarriage. It was late at night and Oliver had woken up, he had turned to his other side to wrap his arms around his wife when he smelled the blood, the rusty smell stung his nose. He lifted the comforter but before he saw the stain, he knew exactly what was happening and he felt his world falling apart. He woke up Felicity, trying to tell her in a way that wouldn't hurt as much, but it was no use. Tears were running down her cheeks immediately and they didn't stop until she fell asleep in the dull hospital room. Oliver finally found his time to cry when he didn't feel like he had to be strong for her. Her hand clamped around hers, the could feel the wetness dribbling down his cheeks. He had called Thea, pleading her to come to the house to take care of Sophie and Rosalie. She didn't need to be told twice, she got there in under ten minutes, probably broke every single traffic-law there is, to find Oliver and Felicity at the door, ready to leave, the girls still sleeping. Felicity was wrapped in a long, thick cardigan, leaning against Oliver, crying her eyes out. Oliver had his arms around her as he helped her into the car, wiping her tear-stained cheeks before closing her door and hurrying to the driver's side and then the hospital.
The next day, Felicity was released, but she wasn't better. She spent nearly two weeks crawled into a ball in bed. She was broken, never having imagined that it hurt this badly. Sophie and sometimes Rosalie would crawl into bed with her and they would just cuddle for hours. After a while, Oliver knew they couldn't go on like that and he started talking to her and creating tech-problems just to get her to do stuff. She didn't say anything, but she saw right through it. She knew he was right and did her best to get back on her feet. She thanked him for it after her first day back at work, putting her hand on his cheek and wrapping her free arm around him, pulling his lips to hers.
It took them a while to start trying for another baby again, and when they did, things didn't really work out the way they would have wanted. Two years of trying later, and nothing had happened. They had given up all hope, and settled for the life they had, celebrating Thea and Roy's wedding, welcoming another baby for Diggle into this world, a lot of birthdays and anniversaries with their two beautiful daughters. They were happy, and Joy was once again the main theme in their lives. But, miracles happen sometimes and when Sophie was eleven and Rosalie had just turned seven, Felicity gave birth to a beautiful little boy, Daniel Thomas Johnathan Queen. Felicity was completely caught off guard when she found out she was pregnant. Sure, they hadn't been careful, because they actually wanted another baby, but as time passed an nobody got pregnant, there wasn't any need to start using it again. This time, she didn't wait for Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever other special date to tell Oliver. It was one of her rare free mornings and she wasn't feeling well. She went to the pharmacy to get aspirin when she passed the rack of pregnancy tests. She knew the signs, and it made sense in her head. She bought a few and they all came back positive. She ran down the stairs and rushed to Oliver. She leaped at him and wrapped her arms around him, happy tears streaming down her cheeks. They celebrated appropriately and now, seven years later, the blond little boy couldn't stop chatting about the new friend he had made that day.
Rosalie, on the other end of the table was trying to, as discreetly as possible, read her book without it getting noticed. Felicity didn't like it when she would read at the table because dinner was one of the rare moments they all got together, but she let it slide today. Rosalie's head jerked up when she missed her mouth with the fork full of food. Felicity loved cooking, but she and Oliver always did it together, to share the workload, so to say. Most days, they would just make something easy but healthy, but some days, like today, they took one of the many cookbooks off the shelves and tried something new and more elaborate. The table was set with the nice porcelain and silverware as the family enjoyed their time together.
When they were finished, Sophie was the first to leave the table, leaving two confused parents and two oblivious siblings behind. Daniel laughed at his father as he got chocolate from his dessert all over Oliver's face with his small hands. Rosalie quietly announced that she was going to her room and stumbled her way up the stairs, not willing to stop reading. Felicity left the two men of the house to go clean up and followed her daughters up the stairs. Her eyes set on the last door in the corridor. The door to Sophie's room. Sighing softly, she knocked on the door twice.
"Sophie? Sweetheart, can I come in?"
A muffled 'yes' could be heard from the other side of the door. Felicity eased open the door and looked around the room to find Sophie sprawled out on the bed, face down. Closing the door behind her, Felicity walks over to the Queen sized bed –no pun intended- on the other side of the room. She sits down on the edge, tucking one leg underneath her and a hand finding its way to Sophie's long blonde hair, softly stroking it. They sit like that for a while, Felicity contemplating how to pull her daughter out of her down mood and Sophie just enjoying the silence. Sophie sighs after a while and props her head up on her hands, elbows resting on the comforter. Felicity smiles softly and cocks her head to the side.
"What's wrong, honey?"
Sophie sighed again and was about to say something when Felicity held up her finger. "And don't say nothing, because I'm your mother and I know something's up."
Letting her head fall back onto the bed in defeat, Sophie groaned.
"Hey, I'm not mad if that's what you're worried about." Felicity said, putting a hand on Sophie's shoulder. She nodded in response and lifted her head back up to look at her mother.
"I know, it's just, whatever I try to tell principal Fitzgerald, he just won't believe me. I don't know why, because I'm telling the truth and he just dismisses it like it is nothing, letting that douchebag that I.." She rolled her eyes "..'assaulted' walk free, like he did nothing wrong. How's that fair?"
"Why don't you tell me what happened first, so I can help you." Felicity said softly, smiling a little.
"Right. So, I was walking down the main hall with Nina, a girl from my class, she transferred here. She's really shy and sweet and she just started dating the before mentioned douchebag, only we didn't know he was such an asshole until this morning. Okay, so they had just been intimate, if you know what I mean, and as we walk down the hall, we hear all these guys yelling and cheering and whatever it is guys do when they are apparently excited over something. We listen in a little and it is Grayson, said douchebag, going on and on about how his night with Nina was. You know? But in a degrading way towards Nina. I got angry and maybe I overreacted a little bit, but the poor girl ran off crying, so I grabbed him by his collar and pushed him up against the lockers. I could tell that he didn't see it coming. I may have threatened him a little, because he ran off pretty quickly after that, to the principal's office, turns out."
Felicity pursed her lips as she contemplated what she was going to say next.
"Would it be wrong of me to be proud of you?"
Sophie snorted. "Kinda. You should be grounding me for the rest of my life. Or at least punish me in some way."
Felicity shook her head. "Nah. I'm not gonna punish you for something your father and I do every day to protect the city."
A bright smile graced Sophie's lips. "I'm proud of you too."
Pulling her daughter in for a hug, Felicity couldn't be happier. Suddenly, she had the feeling that she had raised her daughter well. That she and Oliver had done a good job. Sophie was healthy, smart, strong and beautiful, there wasn't more they could ask for. Felicity rubbed her hands over Sophie's back when there was a knock on the door and Oliver stepped into the room.
"I'm proud of you too, Soph, but I'm still curious as to why your grades have been dropping."
Felicity rolled her eyes, of course he had been listening, and it came as no surprise to Sophie as well. She sighed and sat back against the headboard. Oliver sat down on the other side of the bed, across from Felicity.
"Okay, well, I know that it doesn't look good, but I have a really good reason."
She looked at her parents expectantly. Felicity looked over at Oliver, who was already looking at her. She smiled and nodded. Oliver stood up and walked across the room.
"Sweetheart, you don't have to explain, we already know where you're hanging out every night. I mean, you're mother and I are juggling a lot of secret identities, but we're always parents, and some things just don't slip past us."
Sophie groaned as he reached underneath her dresser and pulled out the black duffel bag where she kept her bow, quiver and gear.
"Besides, a mysterious new blonde vigilante running around town calling herself Artemis. That couldn't not be you, Sophie."
The girl sighed and let her head fall back against the headboard. Felicity chuckled and shook her head.
"And yet again, we are not mad." Oliver said slowly as he moved back to the bed, taking his seat and wrapping an arm around his wife. Sophie's head jerked upwards.
"You are strong, and you know how to fight, your dad trained you well. You're a damn near perfect shot. But, in the future, you don't get to go out every night, and we want you to tell us and work with us when you do, understand?"
"Really?" Sophie said, the shock and surprise written all over her face.
Oliver nodded and smiled softly "Really."
Less than a heartbeat later, Sophie's arms were wrapped around her parent's necks, pressing kisses to both their cheeks.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." She squealed.
"But, we don't want your schoolwork to suffer because of it." Felicity said.
Sophie nodded eagerly and smiled.
"But why?" she asked
Oliver shrugged. "We think you're ready. And if this is what you really want, than you should be able to do it. It's not like we get to keep you from it, that would make us incredible hypocrites. Besides, you are eighteen, you are old enough to make your own decisions."
If it were possible, she would have smiled even wider.
"But, that doesn't mean that you can just start doing whatever you want because it was your decision. There are still rules as long as you live under this roof."
Sophie nodded, pressing her lips together. The sentence had to sink in for a moment before all her happiness ebbed away.
"That was something I wanted to talk about, actually." She said, her voice way less energetic as a moment ago.
Felicity and Oliver shared a look. "What is it?" Felicity said, a soft smile gracing her lips.
"Well, honestly, I don't know if I'm ever gonna move out. I mean, of course I'm gonna move out, but I don't know when, you know. I mean, graduation is here in 5 months and I'm not sure I want to go to college."
The room fell silent. Felicity bit her lip and Olive just smiled at his daughter, recognizing so much of himself in her. He remembered being so lost and confused. Not knowing what you actually liked to do and would want to do for the rest of your life. He had followed in his father's footsteps, but four universities later, that still didn't get him an actual degree. He always imagined that if he had met Felicity back then, she wouldn't have liked him very much, but he didn't even like the person he was back then. If he would have met her then, maybe she could have showed him what he really wanted to do with his life, like she did twelve years ago, on the couch in the living-room, telling him to quit his job as CEO. Six months later, they had opened the restaurant better known as November, better known as the best restaurant in Starling. Also now part of the chain of twelve restaurants across the country and the soon to be opened winery. How could he give his daughter advice on choosing a career path if he had been so terrible at choosing his own. Luckily, he had Felicity by his side, and she had certain chosen the right thing for her future.
Felicity knew this, and she knew that Oliver wasn't going to be any help with this, so she leaned forward and took Sophie's hand.
"We've looked at Colleges and Universities, right?"
"Right." Sophie confirmed. "And I like them, there's nothing wrong with them, but I just have no idea what to study. I don't even know what I'm good at, what I want to be doing for the rest of my life."
Felicity smiled softly. "That's the fun part. You don't have to do the same thing for the rest of your life. You get to choose again as many times as you could possibly want. I mean, look at your father, he didn't find what he loved until he was in his thirties. He's just not such a good example. He did what his parents expected of him. That's not what you want. If I had done what my mother would have wanted for me, I would have gone to UCLA to be a legacy at her old sorority and study psychology to end up getting married to my college sweetheart and live as a stay-at-home mom in the suburbs with two kids and a mini-van."
She sighed and smiled at the horrified expressions on Sophie's and Oliver's faces.
"Wouldn't want that, now would we."
They both shook their heads. Felicity chuckled and shifted on the bed. Her hand found Oliver's and she squeezed it softly. Looking up, she met his gaze and smiled before turning back to Sophie.
"Anyway, what I'm saying is that you should do something that you like. It doesn't have to be something you'll want to do for the rest of your life, you have to like it now. And if you don't find anything, maybe you should just travel for a while, see the world, experience stuff. I know that you're hell-bent on following your father's footsteps, but we want you to have something to fall back on."
Sophie nodded and smiled at her parents.
"That's actually great advice, mom."
"Yeah, It happens, sometimes." Felicity chuckled.
Oliver smiled at his daughter and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"We're already so proud of you, Soph. There's no choice you can make to take that away."
"Thanks dad. I'm proud of you guys too. Who else can say their parents are modern-day superheroes. It's awesome"
She chuckled and smiled like only Sophie could. She smiled like she was watching the world burn down, but she made it look so utterly adorable that every feeling of that being a bad thing just faded away. Smiling in response, Felicity pulled her in for a hug, rubbing circles over her back as Sophie's arms wrapped around her. Oliver soon joined them, pulling them closer to him with a little brute force and a lot of kisses to both Sophie's and Felicity's cheeks. They laughed together and it was like there was a change in the air, but suddenly they just knew everything was going to turn out alright. Because they had each other.
And everything did turn out alright. Sophie went to Harvard to study … Rosalie was doing amazing in school and may have started hacking into some federal agencies, but that information is classified. Daniel became the star player in his little league soccer team, the restaurant was still one of the hottest spots in town and Team Arrow still put criminals behind bars on a daily basis. Life was good, and not dangerous. For once.