I May Be Blonde, But I'm Not That Blonde

|4| Chapter 4

Kids

Oliver and Felicity were taking a walk around town, enjoying the quiet.

"Do you here that?" said Felicity suddenly. Oliver looked at her.

"What?" he said confused.

"Crying," Felicity said, looking around. "It sounds like a child. This way." She led him through the streets to an alleyway where a little boy sat leaning against the wall, his knees against his chest and his head bowed. Fat, glistening tears streamed down his cheeks.

Felicity let go of Oliver's hand and took a step towards him. "Hey," She said quietly. "Hey, what are you doing out here?"

The boy's head snapped up and her looked at her with wild eyes. "Who are you?"

"My name's Felicity," she said quietly. "This Is Oliver. What's your name?"

"Billy," the boy whispered.

"What are you doing out here Billy?" asked Felicity.

"Mom says not to talk to strangers," said Billy quietly. His eyes filled with tears again. "But Mommy's dead."

"Hey, it's ok," said Felicity. "Where's your Dad? Shouldn't you be with him?"

"Daddy doesn't care about me," said Billy. "I ran away."

"Why doesn't he care about you?" asked Felicity.

"He's always working," said Billy. "He never has time for me."

"Did your Mommy have a job before she died?" asked Felicity.

Billy nodded. "She was a vet."

"Well, what does your Dad do?" Felicity asked.

"He works in a shop," said Billy.

"Well then your Dad probably has been working a lot so that he can look after you," said Felicity. "He has to pay for you to go to school and for food and for your house."

Billy began to cry again. "I want to go home," he whispered.

"Do you want to show me the way then?" said Felicity. "And we can take you home."

Billy nodded, scrambled to his feet and hugged Felicity tightly around the waist. Then he took her hand and led her out of the alleyway.

Oliver and Felicity followed Billy through the streets until they reached a small, blue house. It was quaint and homely, but all of the lights were on and a sense of urgency seemed to radiate from it. Suddenly the door banged open and a man came hurrying out, pulling his jacket on as he went.

"Billy!" he cried. "Billy!"

"Dad!" said Billy. He let go of Felicity's hand and ran to his father.

His dad dropped to his knees and pulled Billy into a hug, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Where did you go?" he breathed.

"I'm sorry Dad," Billy cried. "I'm sorry I ran away. But Felicity and Oliver brought me back. They explained why you aren't spending as much time with me."

Billy's Dad looked at the two of them. "Thank you. Thank you so much for my son."

"It was no problem," said Felicity. "We're just glad he's ok."

Oliver and Felicity left the small family and walked back home. When they got back they sat down in the living room together.

"I didn't know you were good with kids," said Oliver, pulling Felicity a little closer.

"I used to babysit kids when I was fourteen," Felicity said, leaning into him. "Saved up the money to buy my first computer."

Oliver grinned. "So kids in general are who I have to thank for the Felicity Smoak I know and love?"

"Mm-hm," Felicity nodded. "And I have an island in the middle of no-where for the Oliver that I love." She paused. "We should probably make dinner."

Oliver leaned closer. "Yeah, but," he whispered. "I'm not really hungry at the moment."

"Me neither," Felicity whispered. She smiled as she kissed the man she loved and he kissed back.