What's wrong with us when happy hurts

You don't know my life or anything that I'm about

Notes:

Thank you so much to everyone who reads and appreciates this story it means the world to me!

Once again, this chapter has not at all turned out the way I thought. I've been seriously struggling with it for the longest time, and now what barely had enough words for one chapter for the longest time will now be divided in two chapters... I'm pretty unsure of this one.

Again, not Felicity or Olicity friendly. Might, just have to make that my new disclaimer for the next couple of chapters.

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You don't know my life or anything that I'm about I'm on a ship in a bottle I'm tryna ride with the waves I heard my demons will follow I've been goin' through things

Oliver

Since his father's old friend was doing him a favor, the pilot could not fly him all the way back to Star, but dropped him off in San Francisco, so he could pick up his father's friend and fly him to his next meeting on the other side of the country. This was fine. He appreciated the help he had gotten; it was way more than most people would've done. He chose to rent a car to drive the rest of the way home instead of buying a ticket for a commercial flight. For one; it wouldn't take him that much less time flying commercial than just driving, given with the fixed departure times and the waiting. And two; he couldn't very well board the flight with the weapons his wife had packed for him. Driving wouldn't take him more than another day, less depending on traffic and the amount of breaks he decided to take.

He had already put more than half of his way behind him, when his phone began to ring, he answered the call through the cars Bluetooth system without checking the caller ID, given the fact he was currently on the Highway, maneuvering around slower cars and semis, to shorten the amount of time it took him to get home. He had been on the move constantly for the past six days and all he wanted was to get home, take a nice, long, hot shower, and curl up on the couch or in bed with Sara in his arms. Oliver couldn't remember the last time he had been as eager to get home as he was now.

"Ollie? I..." The last thing he had expected was the unmistakable voice of the woman he'd been thinking about on the other end of the line, they had talked only a couple of hours ago, the last time he had taken a break at a gas station, he'd called to let her know the approximate time he'd be home. This alone would've put him on edge even if she hadn't sounded as emotional and raw as she did now. And his heart dropped to the floor, assuming the worst. They had only talked a couple of hours ago. She had been fine then, more than that she'd been in very good spirits. Having Speedy, Roy and Sin stay with her during the time he had been gone had been good for her. And he was glad she had used the time to bond with her friends, enjoying their company.

"Sara. What's wrong? Are you hurt? Is Mila alright?" He would never be able to forgive himself if something had happened to either of them while he had been away. Fuck. He should've stayed home, he should've... he was interrupted from beating himself up when Sara assured him that both Mila and she were okay. He breathed a sigh of relief and focused on the words that followed her assurance. Oliver wasn't surprised that Sara had decided to learn more about the year she'd been... the year... it didn't surprise him she had taken the chance she was offered with Roy, Thea and Sin in one place to try and get some more answers and he couldn't fault her for that, even though he wished she hadn't. He had suspected that learning more about said year would upset her, and he seemed to have been right.

Oliver tried to give Sara Laurel's perspective on the matter, even though he hadn't agreed with her. And he could understand her fear of losing her father, too. After having just lost her sister. Having lost both of his parents, he could appreciate her wanting to do whatever to keep her father safe. Even so, he had felt Quentin had the right to know that Sara had... that they had lost Sara again, but in the end, it hadn't been his call it had been Laurel's, so he had dropped it and let her do whatever she had decided was the right thing to do.