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The neighbourhood lay enveloped in a serene hush, illuminated by the gentle glow of the moonlight that bathed the streets in a silvery sheen. Shadows danced softly against the houses, their windows reflecting the tranquil light, while the air was filled with the faint rustle of leaves whispering secrets to the night. A sense of calm pervaded the atmosphere, inviting the residents to pause and appreciate the beauty of the quiet evening, where time seemed to stand still under the watchful gaze of the moon. It was a quiet night. A peaceful night.

A beautiful woman with long, flowing red hair and elegantly dressed in a brown gown. Her striking appearance is complemented by her intelligence and wit. Nora, embodying both beauty and cleverness. She quietly stepped out of the dimly lit room, careful not to disturb the peaceful slumber of her toddler nestled in the cozy crib with her favourite teddy bear. The soft glow of the nightlight cast gentle shadows on the walls, creating a serene atmosphere that enveloped her as she closed the door with a soft click. With a sigh of relief, she embraced the brief moment of solitude, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for the quiet interlude in her busy day. It was rough, trying to put her little girl to bed this evening. Normally she had her husband around but he was at work even this late so she was alone. Her little girl was only satiated after 9 bedtime stories and 5 different lullabies to soothe her to bed. Her favourite person right now was daddy so it was a hard battle. But she won it.

Now she had her daughter fast asleep and she had the rest of the night to relax. Nora descends the staircase with a graceful poise, her silhouette softly illuminated by the dim light filtering through the hallway. As she approached the kitchen, the allure of the expensive wine beckoned her, promising a moment of solace amidst the night’s tranquillity. Each step resonated with a quiet determination, reflecting her desire to unwind and indulge in the rich flavours that awaited her. She finally steps into the kitchen, the soft glow of moonlight filtering in through the large window above the sink, she heads over to the cabinet above the fridge. Hidden there were her favourite wines. She had stashed all of their alcohol there once her daughter started walking.

Her toddler filled her with pride, with her remarkable intelligence and insatiable curiosity. Each day, the little girl explored the world around her, asking questions that revealed a depth of understanding beyond her years. Her keen observations and eagerness to learn made her a delightful presence, captivating everyone with her bright spirit and inquisitive nature. But she was also a magnet of trouble. She got into things she wasn’t supposed to.

In the sweltering heat of June, she poured herself a perfect glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, a thoughtful gift from Rebecca for Becky's third birthday. The air conditioning hummed softly, ensuring that her little one remained comfortable amidst the rising temperatures. As she settled into the moment, she braced herself for the challenges of managing a toddler during the scorching months of July and August in Central City, knowing that the summer was only just beginning.

In the stillness of the night, Nora transitions to the living room, a glass of wine in hand, savouring the tranquillity that envelops her. With her toddler peacefully asleep, she reflects on the solitude of the moment, a bittersweet contrast to the bustling life she shares with her husband, who is away at work. This serene interlude offers her a chance to embrace her thoughts, finding solace in the quiet while cherishing the fleeting moments of motherhood. She was alone tonight as Henry had a long shift over at Central General Hospital as the head surgeon so bedtime was a hard battle.

In the heart of their bustling life, Henry dedicated himself to his demanding career, tirelessly navigating a series of surgeries that tested his endurance. Despite the long hours and the fatigue that weighed heavily upon him, he remained a beacon of warmth and affection for his family. His unwavering commitment to providing for his loved ones allowed her to embrace the role of a stay-at-home mom, nurturing their little star with love and care. Together, they forged a life filled with joy, where even the most exhausting days were brightened by Henry's enduring smile and the cherished moments spent with their beloved child.

Nora's phone rang, breaking the quiet of her home, and she instantly recognized the familiar voice on the other end. It was Rebecca, her childhood best friend, who always had a knack for turning mundane days into wild adventures, even from 600 miles away. As they exchanged pleasantries, Nora could hear the sound of cicadas filling the background.

Rebecca launched into a dramatic recount of her day, detailing the chaos that ensued when her son Tommy and his friend Oliver decided to climb the old wisteria tree. The story unfolded with laughter and disbelief as she described the boys' daring ascent and the unexpected fall that followed, leaving both with broken arms. Nora couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity, even as she felt a pang of sympathy for her friend, who had spent the day in the hospital. The vivid imagery of Tommy and Oliver's daring climb and subsequent fall painted a picture of both hilarity and concern, reminding Nora of the unpredictable nature of motherhood.

“Nora Darling!”

“Rebecca , how are you?”

''Oh, I'm fine. But it's been hectic, Tommy and Oliver came up with this brilliant idea to climb the old tree, you know the one that grows wisteria. Well both boys managed to climb all the way up and forgot how to get down. I was so scared! And I was right to be. Both fell after a bird flew around them and broke their arms! Can you imagine!! Spent the whole day at the hospital. Malcolm said that should teach Tommy not to climb trees. He wasn't even that worried. Like our 6 year old just hurt himself!!! But that's my husband!! Forget him. How are you and Henry and my gorgeous goddaughter doing??''

''Rebecca, please do take a breath! And I do hope both boys are alright? Henry and I are good. He's at work. There are quite a few surgeries he has to get done but he should be home soon. My little Bear has just been put to bed. Her favourite person right now is daddy so she didn't want to sleep without him.''

''Awww she's so sweet. UGHHH I miss girls. I love my son okay but he loves rough housing and I worry and so I'm stressed all the time. I wish I also had a baby girl.''

''You always worry Reb. It's your charm, it doesn't matter if you have a girl or not! And I was just gonna—'' Nora stopped speaking as she heard something crash.

''Nora?"

In a moment of chaos, Nora's world shattered as the ground trembled beneath her, sending her cherished china crashing to the floor. The once serene room transformed into a whirlwind of destruction, with windows cracking and the skylight exploding, unleashing a tempest of wind that howled through the chaos. Panic surged through her veins as she heard her baby's cries echoing from upstairs, igniting an instinctual drive to protect her little angel at all costs.

"Nora?? What's all that noise?? I heard a crash"

In the once dimly lit room, chaos erupts as two vibrant flashes of red and yellow illuminate the darkness, trapping Nora in a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The air crackles with tension, drowning out the desperate cries of her daughter, echoing in her mind like a haunting melody. Despite her efforts to break free, the overwhelming storm of emotions keeps her rooted in place, helpless against the turmoil surrounding her.

"NORAA?? ANSWER PLEASE?? I'm getting worried!"

Just as she prepares to respond to her best friend on the phone, a heart-wrenching sight halts her: her daughter, clad in whimsical heart-patterned pyjamas, stands trembling in the doorway. Clutching her beloved teddy bear, a cherished gift from Uncle Robert, the little girl’s tear-streaked face reflects pure terror. In that moment, Nora's heart shatters; she never wanted her daughter to experience such fear, and she vows to protect her from the darkness that threatens to engulf them both.

"NORAA?? MALCOLM CALL THE POLICE! SOMETHING IS WRONG"

Nora, haunted by her past, faces a terrifying present as she fights against the shadows threatening her daughter, Becky. With echoes of childhood trauma resurfacing, Nora's desperation ignites a fierce determination to protect her star, her light, at all costs.

"BECKY BABY RUN!!" she would protect her. Her daughter, she will do it.

''RRRUUUUNNNN''

Nora battles against the chaos of red and yellow lightning that has erupted in her living room, desperately trying to reach her child and ensure her safety. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows, illuminating the broken glass scattered across the floor, while the moonlight adds a haunting glow to her struggle. As she navigates through the danger, she suffers wounds from the relentless lightning, she fights through the pain, driven by an unyielding instinct to reach her child and ensure their safety.

In a moment of chaos, her phone slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor with a shattering thud. The connection to Rebecca's worried voice faded into silence, leaving her isolated in a whirlwind of uncertainty. Her worst nightmare unfolds as a surge of crimson lightning snatches her daughter away. Desperation claws at her heart as she stands frozen, helpless against the otherworldly force that has stolen her child. The impossible becomes tangible, defying all logic and reason.

Then she suddenly saw a man.

Nora Allen finds herself paralyzed by fear as a mysterious man cloaked in yellow lightning approaches. His electrifying presence crackles with an unsettling energy, sending shivers down her spine. With her daughter vanished and her instincts screaming to flee, Nora is trapped in a moment of dread, unable to move as the man’s vibrating hand lunges toward her. Just as the air thickens with tension, darkness envelops her……

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In the relentless whirlwind of a surgeon's day, where lives hang in the balance, he found himself yearning for the warmth of home. Five back-to-back surgeries had drained him, each one a testament to his skill yet a reminder of the distance growing between him and his family. His heart ached for his wife, tirelessly managing their spirited toddler, Becky, whose fussy nature was both a challenge and a joy. As he scribbled the last of the paperwork, the weight of the day pressed down on him, and he could almost feel the universe conspiring to keep him away from the embrace he craved.

Just as he thought he might finally escape, Nurse Glinda appeared at his door, her presence a mix of hope and dread. He internally whined and braced himself for more demands on his time, wishing for a moment of peace to gather his thoughts. The longing to hold his little bear and his wife surged within him, a powerful reminder of what truly mattered amidst the chaos of his profession. Each tick of the clock felt like a countdown, urging him to break free from the sterile confines of the hospital and return to the laughter and love waiting for him at home.

''Ahh Nurse Glinda, come in, everything okay?''. He wished he never said anything.

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In a world where kindness often feels like a burden, Rebecca Merlyn embodies the delicate balance of love and anxiety. As she races against time, her heart pounds with worry for her best friend, Nora. She knows she has every right to be worried.

Her best friend, her ride or die, was in trouble.

"MALCOLM CALL THE POLICE. SOMETHING IS WRONG!" In a whirlwind of panic, she dashed to his home office, her heart racing with urgency. The familiar surroundings felt like a sanctuary, a stark contrast to the corporate chaos of Merlyn Global. The late-night work-from-home setup, once a mere convenience, now became her lifeline, offering solace and safety in a moment of crisis.

"My love, what is it?" Malcolm stood up immediately.

"Nora is in danger, I know. Please just call the CCPD and ask them to check on her, I'll explain everything later. We don't have time". She pleaded and she found solace in her husband's unwavering support. With a gentle nod, he transforms her fears into action, dialing the CCPD with a sense of urgency that speaks volumes. Their bond is a dance of teasing and tenderness, where her worries are met with understanding and care.

"Hello yes Central City Police Department? Yes I'm Malcolm Merlyn, yes I'm from Starling City, yes but listen....." Rebecca stopped listening as she tried to calm her breathing, she didn't want to end up in the hospital due to high blood pressure now. As she struggles to calm her breathing, the weight of uncertainty looms large, compelling her to seek reassurance about her child's condition. Her instincts, which have always guided her, now amplify her worries, particularly for her dear friend Nora and her beloved namesake, Becky. With a sense of urgency, she calls upon the butler to check on Tommy, hoping to find solace in the knowledge that he is resting peacefully despite the pain of his injury. She twists the rings on her fingers to give a purpose to her shaking hands.

"Rebecca? The CCPD are on their way to check on the Allen household. Everything will be okay? Please breathe with me?" She finds solace in the comforting embrace of her beloved, who becomes her anchor during moments of overwhelming anxiety. As she navigates her emotional turmoil, the gentle presence of her husband allows her to breathe deeply, drawing on the calming techniques imparted by her friend Nora. Their connection deepens as she rests her head against his chest, cherishing the warmth and security of his hold, which offers a refuge from her inner struggles.

"Thank you Malcolm. Thank you. I love you" she whispered in his embrace.

"I love you too” he answered and together they waited.

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Joe West was not having a good night. He had another fight with his wife. He is a man grappling with the chaos of his crumbling marriage. His sleepless nights are filled with frustration as he had just confronted his wife Francine's reckless coping mechanisms. She often drowns their problems in alcohol, Joe is left to ponder the well-being of their young daughter, Iris, who deserves a mother’s love, not the absence of one.

Honestly the woman was driving him crazy. He was wondering why he even married her in the first place.
"Detective West? The Captain wants to speak to you" one of the rookies said, looking nervous. Did he look that scary? Did he have an angry look to him?

He walked towards captain Singh's office. He entered and he knew something was wrong. His face was scrunched up in a way he knew meant he was annoyed and worried. It was a weird face.

"What's wrong?".

"I got a call from Malcolm Merlyn the billionaire from Starling City and he told me to go and check on the Allens"

" The best doctor in Central City? His family right? But why would A billionaire from Starling call you?"

"Apparently they're friends and his wife was on call with the doctor's when something went wrong."

"Okay but why would you need me? Call an officer and have them check it out. You know how these billionaires are"

"That's not the problem Joe. The problem is that the neighbours for the Allens have reported hearing screams and glass breaking. They tried to enter the property but the door was locked. They didn't want to get in any trouble so they called us. We don't know what happened so I need my best detective to check it out!"

"Got it"

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Henry Allen finds himself in a race against time as he sprints towards his home, only to be met with an overwhelming police presence. The tension escalates as he navigates the chaos, his heart pounding and breath quickening, while the looming threat of the CCPD's blockade heightens his sense of urgency. He felt the world around him spin; he was falling at the same time.

(The CCPD called and said that your wife was found dead)

He was sure this was a lie, not his Nora. Why was she? No she was fine, he was sure of it.

(Your wife was found dead)

Nurse Glinda's voice was ringing in his head.

"Sir?? This is a crime scene you cannot just come here"

"That's my house!"

"Officer Matthew, move away! Henry Allen I presume?"

"Yes, I am Henry Allen. What's happening? Where's my wife??"

"Sir I am detective Joe West and I need you to calm down and follow me"

'It was the stuff of nightmares. I will never forget what I saw. My house. Our house that we made together. The home we created. Destroyed. But what broke me was you. Lying there still. Too still. Cold. Even in June heat. Cold.
Your eyes were grey when the last I saw you they were lively green. Full of life. And that scene. Your guts were ripped out. Your blood was stained on your white blouse and the gray carpet underneath. Someone killed you. You were gone...I fell to my knees before you and sobbed'

Henry confronts the unimaginable horror of finding his beloved wife lifeless in their cherished home, a place once filled with laughter and warmth. The stark contrast of his wife’s vibrant green eyes now dulled to a haunting gray serves as a chilling reminder of the life that was stolen from them.

Henry Allen broke down in tears and yelled out in anguish. The officers around looked at him in pity but he saw none of it, his eyes were on his wife. His dead wife.

"How is this possible??? Nora, please answer me?? NORRRAA YOU CAN'T BE GONE. please?? Nora" not listening to anyone Henry cradled Nora Allen's body. He held her close as he cried and cried.

No one could begrudge him.

The CSI team meticulously gathers every shred of evidence from the crime scene. With the chilling realisation that the truth lies within the shadows, all eyes turn to Henry Allen, the key to unraveling the mystery. They question him on his whereabouts and his alibi. About any potential enemy of Nora Allen. But no such luck. The police so far had nothing.

"Nora how can you leave me?? Nora how will I raise—" Henry stopped and suddenly he was standing up and frantically searching around.

"My daughter?? My daughter Becky was home with my wife??" Henry Allen finds himself thrust into a nightmare as he searches for his missing daughter, Becky, amidst the chaos of his wife Nora's brutal murder. The once peaceful neighborhood is now a scene of frantic urgency, with the Captain of the CCPD rallying officers to scour every corner for the innocent child. As the clock ticks, Henry's pale face reflects the agony of a father torn between hope and despair, praying fervently that his little girl remains safe while grappling with the horror that has befallen his family. He had already searched all over the house. Her room and all the places she loved hiding in during hide and seek. But nothing. He could only wait while the police searched.

Captain Singh grapples with the haunting aftermath of Nora Allen's brutal murder, a crime that defies reason and shatters the tranquility of a once-peaceful neighborhood. The savage nature of Nora's death—a crime fueled by rage rather than premeditation. Her vital organs were ripped out and her guts were hanging around. With shattered glass and disarray marking the scene leads to believe that it was a violent invasion of the property, the detectives quickly rule out Henry as a suspect, his alibi solid and his love for his family evident. Henry Allen was at Central General Hospital during the time of death and his call records were all clean, nothing suspicious pointed to him being the perpetrator. In these cases usually a family member or the husband would be the prime suspect. But the Allens had no other family and Henry Allen was clear. He had no motive and nothing suspicious. No affairs or bastard child to hide. No crimes. Nothing.

Eyewitnesses paint a portrait of a devoted husband, no fights or gossip about the Allens, they were through all signs a happy family.

Around an hour and half later, Captain Singh got a call from one of his officers, it was officer Riza.
"Officer go on, and I do hope this is good news"

"Captain I found a child, matching the description of Rebecca Allen. She was found 20 blocks away from the house. She seems to have stepped on glass and is bleeding. Captain she's alone. I don't know how a child her age was able to get here. I'm bringing her back as we speak."

"Thank you officer, please keep the child away from the house. We'll meet you outside. Mr Allen, your daughter has been found."

Henry Allen stood and sighed in relief. He immediately started walking outside but just before he looked at himself and saw that he was covered in blood so he requested one of the detectives if he could clean himself so that his daughter wouldn't see him like this. He didn't want her getting scared. Detective Joe West agreed due to his own daughter and followed him into the bathroom.

Henry Allen quickly washed himself in the sink of the downstairs bathroom. The red blood that was staining his hands quickly washed off. He dried himself off and walked outside. As he walked down the porch steps, he saw his daughter cradled in the arms of the officer. She was tiny, so small and shaking. His fatherly instincts kicked in and he immediately brought his daughter into his arms. She looked at him and immediately relaxed. She felt she was safe. It broke Henry's heart, his daughter, so young and already she's had to deal with so much. He wished the world wasn't so unfair.

"Daddy daddy where- where's mommy why are there so many people here?" She hiccups and she looks at him with eyes full of trust and curiosity. Henry Allen couldn't answer her, how could he? How could he explain to a three-year-old that her mother is no longer alive, that she's gone forever? He couldn't. Thankfully he didn't have to as detective Joe West looked at the little girl and saw that her feet were bleeding so he immediately had one of the paramedics come and take a look and clean her up.
The paramedics swiftly attend to the young girl, meticulously cleaning her wounds and expertly bandaging her feet before reuniting her with her father.

The tension escalates as the night drags on, with officers diligently gathering evidence and taking statements, ultimately escorting Henry Allen and his daughter to the police station, where the weight of the evening's events begins to settle.

It was a long and arduous month, Henry Allen and his daughter try their best to navigate the harrowing aftermath of the tragic murder that shatters their lives. Placed in protective custody amidst swirling suspicions that perhaps the entire family may be in danger, Henry grapples with the haunting memories of his wife Nora's death while seeking justice for her untimely demise.

With the unwavering support of his best friend Robert Queen, who arranges legal counsel and funeral preparations, Henry confronts the darkness that envelops their family, all while the true identity of the killer remains shrouded in mystery.

As the investigation unfolds, the arrival of Rebecca and Malcolm Merlyn help strengthen Henry Allen’s support system. As the investigation continues, the emotional turmoil faced by Henry Allen and his daughter is palpable, as they seek solace in hotels, unable to confront the haunting memories of their home. A place once filled with happiness and laughter now remains cold and silent.

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Rebecca was despondent. She didn't know what to do or say. She was numb. How could she react? The person who helped her with her anxiety. Who has been her rock since childhood. The one who stood between the bullies and her. Her Nora was gone…

She finds herself shattered by the brutal loss of her best friend, Nora. With fiery red hair and vibrant emerald eyes, Nora was the embodiment of life and joy, a beacon of hope in Rebecca's tumultuous existence.

Now, as Rebecca deals with the chilling reality of Nora's murder, she is paralyzed by grief, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to consume her. Rebecca Merlyn was an anxious woman but for once she didn't shake or tremble. She didn't stutter. Because she was frozen. Frozen at that moment. The moment she saw the body. The body of her childhood friend. She couldn't utter a single word. What could she do?? What was she supposed to say??

Malcolm, her wonderful husband was worried for her but what could she do other than stare in hopelessness. Nora was still. Nora who was the life of the party.. who was eccentric and fun. Nora who suffered and finally had a happy ending was still. It was wrong. It was all WRONG!!! The vibrant memories of laughter and support clash violently with the stark silence of loss, leaving Rebecca to navigate a world that feels impossibly dark. The haunting question of how to move forward when the very foundation of her life has been ripped away. It pains her. It hurts from her very core.

Rebecca could feel a panic attack coming. She knew the signs but she just couldn't do anything. Just like she couldn't save her friend. Never from bullies, never from her parents. Not from this.

And finally a sob tore out of her. Her eyes welled up and she screamed and collapsed into a heap of despair as reality settled in. Malcolm caught her but it did little to shake out of the pain she felt. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Nothing other than the cold stillness of her friend. Her friend. Gone….

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Henry was overlooking Central City in his hotel room with his precious daughter sleeping, her little feet had all but healed from the cuts she had sustained from that night. With the support of a loyal friend who insisted that he stay with him and his family, Henry spoke to the lawyers and the detectives on leaving the city.

As he contemplates the move from Central City to Starling City, he realises that it is the best decision. His emotional turmoil and the shadows of loss that haunt him will hinder his ability to raise and love his daughter properly. She deserved better than that. He recognized the necessity of healing for both himself and his daughter. He knew in his head that he should go to therapy, seek help, but he couldn't. The pain was too fresh at the moment. It just hurts too much right now. His heart felt like it was ripping to shreds every time he thought of that night, of how happy they were before and all that happiness was gone in the blink of an eye. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after. But he would get better, he had to for his daughter for her future and for her happiness. He clings to the promise made with his late partner, Nora, to prioritize their daughter's happiness above all else. The journey to Starling City symbolises not just a physical relocation, but a profound quest for renewal and a brighter future. To help balm the wounds in their hearts.

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In a world where wealth defines existence, Robert Queen stands as a paradox—a billionaire heir burdened by the weight of his fortune. He was rich. He had money and it was the truth his father told him years ago. Money made the world go around.

He was constantly surrounded by opulence, he navigated elite circles, where money opens doors and silences critics.

Yet, beneath the glimmering facade lies a heart heavy with grief, as he grapples with the stark reality that no amount of riches can mend the fractures of loss. The lavish lifestyle that once shielded him now feels like a gilded cage, trapping him in a cycle of despair as he watches his friend, Henry crumble under the weight of sorrow.

Looking at Nora in the morgue and her Stillness. He felt poor. He felt hopeless and useless.

Death.

Robert realises the harsh truth that wealth cannot resurrect the dead. What use was money if he couldn't help those who he loved???

The echoes of laughter and the warmth of companionship fade into haunting memories, leaving him feeling more impoverished than ever. He could offer no words, no promises and or a way to bring Nora back.

And he is left to ponder the emptiness of his riches in the face of irrevocable loss. For Nora was gone. And she was gone forever.

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Henry embarks on the journey aboard the Queen's private jet, leaving behind the shadows of Central City for the promise of a new beginning in Starling City. Gripped by sorrow yet fueled by the love for his daughter, he battles with the haunting memories of loss while clinging to the hope that this fresh start might mend their fractured lives.

Even though he felt like he was running away. Away from that room, away from that house and away from that city. As they soar through the clouds, the weight of despair lingers, but the bond between father and daughter shines brightly, illuminating the path ahead. He would do whatever it takes for his daughter. He had to.

With every mile that separates them from the past, Henry's determination grows stronger; he knows that for his little girl, he must summon every ounce of strength to embrace the future. The journey is not just a physical escape but a poignant reminder that love can heal even the deepest wounds. As they prepare to land, the promise of cuddles, laughter, and a nurturing home awaits, igniting a flicker of hope in Henry's heart. Together, they will face the unknown, ready to reclaim their lives and find solace in each other’s arms.

He would be okay, he had to. It was a fresh start.

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Oliver Queen is a charming six-year-old boy, distinguished by his striking blue eyes and tousled blond hair. His handsome features radiate innocence and curiosity, captivating those around him. Right now he is currently confused and upset.

He didn't know what was happening. His dad left suddenly for a whole month!! And he left when Oliver broke his arm (well Tommy did when he fell on top of him) and his dad always made time for him. He never left EVER when he was hurt or sick.

Now a whole month later, his dad was coming home. Mom said he wasn't coming alone though. He was bringing his friend and some kid. He didn't care for the friend but he was excited at meeting and making a new friend. Everyone but Tommy always wanted to be his friend. Not because he was cool or anything. But for his money. Oliver wasn't stupid. He knew people pretended to like him for his dad and mom's money. Only Tommy was his real friend. But if this is a friend of his dad's already and dad really liked them then maybe they wouldn't be like the others.

He could hope? Couldn't he?

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Moira Queen captivates onlookers as she gracefully strolls down the hallway, her striking blue eyes and radiant blond hair complementing her exquisite beauty. Dressed in a luxurious, elegantly designed gown that exudes sophistication, she embodies the essence of high fashion. The addition of a stylish hat enhances her allure, making her a vision of elegance and refinement. She was a disciplined and sophisticated lady, she wasn't someone who overly worried or was anxious about being a host. It was as natural as breathing for her.

But right now she was nervous, beyond nervous because her husband's best friend was coming with his daughter after his wife was tragically and brutally murdered in their own home.

She had to ensure that she was welcoming and calm but not pitting. No one liked or wanted pity. She had Raisa clean and tidy one of the guest rooms in the family wing, ready for Henry Allen's arrival. Crafted with attention to detail, each piece in the set is a testament to timeless elegance, perfect for creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

She liked the Allens. Henry Allen was a smart and good man. He was gentle, kind and completely loyal to his wife. Just like Henry, Nora was a sweet lady. The Allens were good people and she knew they didn't deserve what happened to them.

She was going to be the best host there was and to try to help them heal. Because they were good people and she knew how rare it was to have that. Especially in today's society that only cared for money and status.

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Rebecca was tired, she still didn't know what to do or how to continue life without Nora but what she did know was that Nora had left the most precious and beautiful treasure behind for all of them, that was Becky. As her godmother she was responsible for Becky, she knows Henry will try on his own but he needs help and Becky was all that was left of Nora and she will make damn sure that that little angel remains happy and healthy for the rest of her life. She would do it so that Nora would be able to rest in peace knowing her little girl was safe and secure.

She had gotten to meet the little angel, albeit brief but that was enough. She knew Becky doesn't remember after all she was an infant but Rebecca had stayed with Nora after her difficult birth and helped her with her baby. And she knows Becky won't remember her mom. That hurt. Little Becky Allen won't remember anything. Nothing. Not her mom and not the murder. Because everyone on the jet knows that she had witnessed her mother's death. After all, her state was obvious. The police knew it when they tried to talk to her. But she was just three years old. Memories are scarcely remembered at this age. It was how the brain worked. Still it didn't make it hurt any less.

So she will make sure that Becky knows her mother. She will share all of Nora's embarrassing moments from childhood. All her hardships and all the love she had for Becky. She had to.

"Is she asleep?"

"Yes, she tires out quickly if you let her sate her curiosity."

"Are you okay?"

"No."

"Henry?"

"I don't know how to do this without her?? How can I?"

"It's a good thing you have all us then right? We'll help. You're our friend and we love you. She was my best friend and Becky, she's my goddaughter. If I won't help them who will"

"Thank you Rebecca"

She smiled and nodded and then sat back. They had about 2 hours until they landed. Malcolm was going to come back 2 days later. He was able to convince Henry to let him deal with the Allen house and all the remaining paperwork and his transfer. Such a good man she had! And Robert? He was snoring a storm across from her. Rebecca then turned and looked at a sleeping Becky. She was curled up in her father's arms. Her teddy bear was replaced by the fox plushie. It had red fur.

Throughout the whole month, Becky refused to be separated from her dad. She ate with him and she only slept in his arms. She cried if he disappeared. It was her trauma. From her mother. They tried to have her see a shrink but all she said regarding that night was red and yellow lightning. But the weather was clear that night. So to ensure she wouldn't close off or develop some traumatic experience, Henry did whatever she said. But who could blame him? No one could say no to those teary greeny hazel eyes and chubby cheeks.

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The grand estate of the Queens stands majestically against the backdrop of a sprawling landscape, its elegant architecture a testament to opulence and sophistication. As the car glides along the meticulously paved driveway, the impressive façade of the mansion comes into view, adorned with intricate stonework and expansive windows that reflect the sunlight. Lush gardens, meticulously manicured, flank the path, leading to the imposing front door that invites visitors into a world of luxury and intrigue. The ambiance is one of both warmth and mystery, setting the stage for the unfolding narrative within.

Robert Queen, Rebecca Merlyn, Henry and Becky Allen arrived at the Queen's mansion. They made it around midday. It was quiet. But not depressingly quiet. Because Becky was oohing and ahhing at everything that she saw. It was adorable. Starling City was new to her. And was entertaining for a toddler. The toddler, although incredibly young, still has a way with charming everyone. She was so adorable and happy that just looking at her innocent and curious face melted everyone's hearts.

"Daddy look! It's a tree!"

"OOOOOHHHHH ITS AAAA BIRDY!! AND IT'S BLUE!!!"

"Wait what's that?!" She asked.

"It's a water fountain darling. It's a device that produces a stream of water and its main two functions are for drinking or for decoration. That one is for decoration." Henry replied, smiling softly down at the energetic bundle of joy who was too giddy to stay still.

"Uuh Henry, don't you think that might be too advanced for her? She's only three after all." Robert questioned.

"Not at all Rob. She's a genius. I don't mean to brag but she's very intelligent. Me and N— I mean... We tried daycare for her so she could socialise but she was apparently far ahead on all the development stages for children her age. Normally children her age are learning how to speak simple sentences without errors in pronunciation and learning the alphabet and their numbers but Becky had learned all that around 12 months. And her reading is of the age of a first grader at least. And her understanding of language and pronunciation is incredible, she's able to speak clear simple sentences easily with no errors. On the more complex sentences, there are some mistakes but she learns really quickly on her own. We never had to explain much. I'm so proud of her! She'll do great things in the future I'm sure.. AHH it seems I'm rambling. Please stop me when I do." He said excitedly, his hands gesturing as he spoke about until he looked up at the smirks on the other two adults.

Robert and Rebecca just looked at one another and giggled.

The rest of the journey to Queen mansion was left in silence with squeals of delight from the young child or her occasional humming of her favourite lullaby.

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When they reached the Queen's mansion, they were waited upon by the whole staff and Moira and Oliver and Tommy. After all, the master of the household has returned with important guests.

Robert Queen stepped out first with his only child Oliver bulldozing into him. Oliver had missed his father a lot. He loved spending time with his father and the past month without him was hard.

"My beloved Boy! Ollie, have you gotten taller? Let me look at that chubby face!" Mr Queen exclaimed as he picked Oliver up and swung him about.

Oliver squealed in delight and happiness.

"Darling, do not do that. He just had his lunch. I do not want him throwing up on you or at all in general." Moira Queen said sternly as she stepped forward and gave her husband a quick kiss before she looked at Rebecca and Henry stepping out.

"Welcome to the Queen Estate! Henry my dear how are you? I hope the flight wasn't too rough. I saw the forecast. It was terribly windy in the early morning? No turbulence I hope? And Rebecca, my sweet Tommy, was such a well behaved and fun addition. He certainly kept Ollie entertained!"

Tommy, a spirited six-year-old boy with striking black hair and captivating blue eyes. His youthful curiosity and adventurous spirit make him delightful, embodying the innocence and wonder of childhood.

"Thank you for looking after my little Tom Moira, truly and when you need a break which I understand completely, be happy to drop Oliver off at mine anytime." Rebecca murmured as if to keep Tommy and Oliver from hearing. Then Tommy, as if to prove her incorrect, huffed from where he was standing before coming and hugging his mother whilst wearing a pout on his little face.

"I will keep that in mind!" As she said that had Oliver put on his most offended look. One he saw and copied off of his grandfather. Robert rubbed at Oliver's face, wanting to get rid of that expression on his son's face. He then started tickling him. Oliver started laughing uncontrollably and begged Tommy to come and save him. Tommy did so by tackling Robert into the grass.

"Thank you Moira, truly. It has been hard. But I am getting better," Henry replied and then looked down towards the little one hiding behind him clutching to his pants.
"Oh and who is this little adorable darling?"

"Bear, do introduce yourself. Just like mama taught you" he said wincing at the word mama, even now it hurts to think about her. At least he kept up his smile. That was something right?
"Hewo, my name is Becky Allen and I am three years old. Fhank you for having us!" She squeaked out.

"Myyy what wonderful manners. Maybe you can teach my Oliver some? Mmm?"

"Mmmm"

"Robert brings the boys over!"

Robert Queen who had corralled the boys into play filled with wrestling looked over at his wife and her unenthusiastic face at their shenanigans. He quickly stood up and grabbed the two boys and brought them over.

"Ollie, Tommy this is Becky! She's your new friend. Take good care of her. She's smaller than you two so you have to protect her okay?" Rebecca exclaimed softly as she bent down to her knees to look at the children.

Both Oliver and Tommy looked at each other then at Becky. They had confused looks on each other. They never really meet other kids who aren't boys their age. Oliver then looked over at his parents and saw his father nod before he stepped forward and held out his hand.
"Hi I'm Oliver but you can call me Ollie. Only those who I like call me that and I guess you're cute so I like you! And I'll protect you because you're smaller than me!" He exclaimed, blushing in embarrassment at his outburst.

All the adults looked at the children with fond smiles and Oliver's parents looked very proud at their son. Oliver was never this nice to other kids. He was quick to sneer and be rude. Tommy was an exception as they knew each other since birth.

Becky, who was shy and timid, suddenly looked up and smiled brightly. She immediately grabbed his hand and held it tightly!

Oliver blushed even more. Tommy, who looked confused until now, decided he liked Becky too and grabbed her other hand.

"And I'm Tommy! Just think of me as a big brother! Okay?"

And together both boys started running with Becky in the middle, taking her towards the outdoor play area set up. They were very gentle as if aware that Becky needed softness and tenderness.

The Queen manor was quickly filled with the giggles and laughter of children. All the staff members looked on fondly and happily.

Henry Allen smiled widely as tears trailed down his cheeks. He was so HAPPY!! His daughter was smiling sure but there was an inherent sadness to all those before. He knew she understood what happened to her mother. But right now. He saw a smile filled with nothing but happiness and it filled him with relief.

Robert looked at him but did nothing but held his shoulder as he let Henry cry. He needed this. To let all his emotions out. Moira signalled to her husband to take Henry inside while she stayed outside with Rebecca to keep an eye out on the children. No matter how capable or careful, children always found ways to get into trouble.

Robert started leading Henry inside as the man continued crying, his emotions were overwhelming him. He had remained as strong as possible so that his daughter would be okay. But he needed to help himself first. So he allowed himself to be brought inside. Just as his little girl was paranoid and protective of him, so was he as he felt she would disappear at any moment. These people though. He trusted them with his life. So he went inside and broke down. Letting all his pain and hurt out. Getting over such a loss was difficult and perhaps impossible but he would try. Because the giggles he could hear through his bedroom window gave him the strength he needed. But right now he could hurt all he wanted to.

It was a new beginning for them. For her.

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Becky is a charming young girl of six, whose enchanting brown-red hair cascades in soft waves, perfectly complementing her sparkling hazel eyes adorned with captivating specks of blue and green. Her adorable demeanour radiates warmth and joy, making her an irresistible presence in any setting. Bright and full of life, she embodies the spirit of childhood wonder, inviting those around her to share in her delightful adventures.

She was young when her mom died. Around the tender age of three. She didn't remember much from that night. Only fear. That's all she felt.

And she remembered lightning. Red and yellow. And the red came to her then everything was blurry. Her daddy said she was crying when the officers found her so that explains that. It's lightning that no one can explain. The night her mother died, the weather was clear and hot. No chances of a storm. What she saw was impossible.

But she's kind of forgotten herself. Doesn't remember her mom. To her she was just someone that died before they moved. That was 3 years ago.

She's six years old. She has spent her 3 years here in Starling City with her dad and his friends and their family. Oliver and Tommy are her best friends. Her protectors. People who love her unconditionally. That's all she remembers in her life. Love from everyone.

She may not remember her mom but she got Aunty Moira and Aunty Rebecca. They love her just as much as they love Oliver and Tommy. Aunty Rebecca spends so many days with her. Telling her about her mom. But Becky doesn't listen. She can't stay still and listen. She gets antsy and has to do something. She knows it worries aunty Rebecca about her cold behaviour towards her own mother but she has her dad. That's all she needs.

But daddy knows better. Because he always talks about her mom. And every night he tells her that mommy loved her. And when summer comes closer and she cries and wakes up with swollen eyes. Well all daddy does is give her an ice pack.

She does miss her mom. She pretends not to because she doesn't remember her. But when she sees other kids being cuddled and kissed by their mothers. When Oliver and Tommy are scolded then given cookies by Aunty Rebecca and Moira. She misses her mom. Daddy tries..and she loves him. But she can't help her heart.

It doesn't hurt as much as it used to. Now she has Oliver and Tommy who always cheer her up. They know when she's sad and they immediately try to make her feel better. They are her favourite people in the world. She loves them so much.

Her mom is gone but that doesn't mean she stopped living by herself. She may miss her in ways she can't explain but she has many more reasons to keep going and laughing.

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She hears a knock but she's too comfy to get up so she keeps her eyes closed. It's a cold November morning. It snowed the previous week so it's been pretty chilly. And being cold, Becky doesn't want to get up. She wants to stay in bed. Nice and warm. And comfy too in her soft bed. Her daddy got her the super soft fleece cover duvet and bedsheets. That means she never wants to get up.

"Wakey Wakey Bakey Becky!!" Oh it's Aunty Rebecca here.

"Come on!! Mom, is Becky awake yet? I'm hungry" and that whiny voice gives away to Tommy.

Becky tries really hard to stay in bed. It's hard to say no to aunt Rebecca but she is adamant in staying in bed. Then…

"Is she awake yet?" Her eyes open wide and she shoots from bed! That voice can only belong to me!!!

"OLLIEEE!" She shouts as she thrusts open the door and tackles the newly arrived boy.

"Oof" he cries before falling onto the floor. He grumbles for the sake of it before smiling and hugging her back.

"Well someone is finally awake. Have a good sleep sweetie?" Aunty Rebecca asks, smiling down.

"Mmmm" Becky murmurs whilst nuzzling into Oliver.

"You have elf ears baby so that means you must have heard us, soooo why didn't you wake up before mmmm?"

"Didn't want to!"

"What??? But you got up as soon as Ollie showed up??" Tommy whined again.
"Cause she likes me more!" Ollie said smirking towards Tommy.

"Whaaa?? That's not fair!!!" He stomped his feet and pouted before crossing his arms and looking away. "Hmmf I disown you both as my friends!"

"Don't care!" Becky replied before finally getting up and moving towards her auntie Rebecca. "Aunty Becky loves me more!!!" She said and hugged her aunt's legs. Rebecca Merlyn quickly bent down and hugged the small child before picking her up. She cradled Becky in her arms and smushed their faces together.
"I do love you! My sweet angel!"

Tommy had a betrayed look on his face and pouted for a minute before he started walking away. Oliver, now no longer having a child cuddling his stomach, got up and looked at Becky before he started sprinting towards Tommy. Becky quickly motioned to be put down before she ran as fast as her little legs would allow and crashed into Tommy's back. She, like she did with Oliver, tackled him to the floor and crawled until she was clutching onto him like a koala.

"AHH!! What??"

"Ehhehhehe! I love you Tommy!"

"I-- fine I guess I will have you two as my friends again, now can you get off please?"

"Nope! Carry me!!!!"

"Ollie help??"

"Nope" he smirked down at them before bolting down the hallway towards the stairs leading to the breakfast room.

"Traitor!!! Well I guess I'll have to carry the little brat"

"Heyyyyy!!"

"Be glad I'm carrying you instead of dropping you!"

Then Tommy quickly picked himself up whilst keeping Becky still attached to him before he started running down to catch up to Oliver.

Rebecca Merlyn watched in great amusement before she yelled "be careful Tommy! Don't run down the stairs!" She shook her head before walking down like a civil person.

Henry had some back to back surgeries at his hospital so he had asked Moira and herself if Becky could come stay with them. They had of course said yes, the girl was an absolute delight and Moira and herself had been raising her with Henry. They loved her and any chance to have her over was something they looked forward to.

They may have spoiled the girl but she was sweet and kind so no one cared. At first she thought she was spending so much time with Becky that Tommy would be jealous. He had been and would always be an only child but so she thought he wouldn't take it well if he now had to share her but both boys in fact loved Becky and spoiled her more than them. Loved fulfilling every last one of the little girls' requests. They adored her and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.

So when Malcolm told her he was gonna be out of the country for some work for the last 2 weeks and wouldn't be back until tonight. She and Tommy decided to stay with the Queens.

And Robert loved having company over so he had said that everyone can stay until new years. The man loved a full house. And considering how much he loved Christmas and all they couldn't say no. So here they all were in the Queen's Mansion. Having stayed here for the better part of 3 weeks now. Her husband was coming back tonight so that was fun. And then tomorrow she has to go to her clinic, she has to ensure it is ready for the winter especially since it was so cold this year.

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Rebecca walks into the Queen's personal breakfast room. It's ridiculous that they have a room just for breakfast. Actually...now that she thought about.. it makes sense. They are ridiculously rich.

The breakfast room of the mansion exudes an air of elegance and tranquility, featuring large, sun-drenched windows that frame picturesque views of the meticulously landscaped gardens. Adorned with exquisite antique furnishings, the space is anchored by a grand mahogany table, capable of seating a large gathering, while delicate china and crystal glassware add a touch of sophistication. Soft, muted colors and plush upholstery create a warm ambiance, inviting residents and guests alike to savor leisurely morning meals in a setting that seamlessly blends comfort with opulence.

Everyone is present. Well other than her husband and Henry. The room has Christmas decorations hung and all the fairy lights twinkling. There is a Christmas tree behind the round table.

Seated around the table are Robert, Oliver, Becky, Tommy, and Moira, each contributing to the lively conversation that fills the air. The arrangement fosters a sense of intimacy, allowing for both casual exchanges and deeper discussions, making it the perfect setting for cherished moments shared over breakfast.

The breakfast spread is a delightful array of options, meticulously crafted to cater to diverse dietary preferences and palates. At one end of the table, a light and refreshing selection awaits, featuring fluffy omelets paired with a crisp salad, perfect for those like Moira and herself who favor a more health-conscious start to the day.

In stark contrast, Robert indulges in a hearty feast, showcasing a robust plate filled with eggs, crispy bacon, savory sausages, golden pancakes, and crispy hash browns, complemented by a steaming cup of morning tea.. The heathen!

Oliver mirrors his father's habits, opting for hot chocolate instead of tea, while Tommy indulges in his current obsession: waffles. With Raisa's secret fruit-infused recipes, Tommy remains blissfully unaware of the nutritious twist in his favorite dish, much to the relief of their mother.

Meanwhile, Becky navigates her sweet tooth under the watchful eye of her father, Henry Allen, a doctor who enforces a balanced diet through a structured meal plan. Today’s treat of chocolate pancakes paired with warm milk contrasts sharply with yesterday's less appealing green smoothie, yet Becky understands the importance of variety. Thanks to Henry's influence, Tommy has also reduced his sugary cereal intake, allowing their mother to breathe a sigh of relief amidst the delightful chaos of family life.

After a chaotic breakfast, the children eagerly don their snow gear, ready to embrace the winter wonderland outside so they tire themselves out. Granted they can't take naps anymore. Henry wants Becky to only sleep at night so he ensures that Becky adheres to a strict sleep schedule, promoting her well-being by limiting daytime naps. This commitment to her routine fosters an environment where creativity flourishes, as Becky engages with an array of sketch and coloring books, while, Tommy and Oliver, diligently tackle their homework.

As the day unfolds, the children transition from outdoor adventures to indoor play, creating a harmonious balance between activity and rest. The evening culminates in cherished family moments, where they gather with Moira and Robert, reinforcing the bonds that make their home a nurturing haven.

So it's a long day with the children, fun but tiring.

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~Next day~

"Morning!"

"Well look at you!! I didn't have to come wake up today? And you look so cute!" Rebecca said as Becky made a charming entrance into the family room, captivating everyone with her delightful appearance. She wore a striking red dress adorned with intricate golden flowers, exuding a sense of elegance and playfulness. Complementing her outfit, she donned white tights embellished with red hearts and red ballet slippers, elegantly tied with bows around her ankles. Her reddish-brown hair was styled in two pigtails, with soft bangs framing her face, enhancing her youthful and vibrant demeanor.

"Hiii aunt Becky and auntie Moira dressed me! We are going to breakfast with daddy! So I got up early!"

Rebecca looked over and there was Moira Queen captivating with her timeless elegance, adorned in a stunning dark maroon dress that accentuated her figure. The luxurious fur coat draped over her shoulders adds an air of sophistication, while the chic clutch bag she carries completes her ensemble. Her beauty is undeniable, making her a striking presence in any setting.

"Oh? And why wasn't I invited?"

"Cause you're busy today!!! But maybe if you get off early we can go to that aquarium?" She asked, looking shy.

"Of course sweetie! Your aunt will come home around 2:30. How does that sound hm? Then she and I will take you kiddies to the aquarium?"Malcolm interjected.

Becky immediately beamed up at him and nodded before running out of the mansion.

"Uhh should she be running out like that?"

"Private property Malcolm dear."

Moira, after seeing Becky run out, looks up at the stairs once more before a rogue Oliver runs down and out with Tommy running after.

Moira looks at them in amusement before walking out to follow the hellions.
They knew Moira would be taking the children today. They had already discussed it.

So after a quick breakfast, Rebecca got ready and was out towards her clinic in The Glades around 7:40. The Glades, a stark and gritty district of Starling City, serves as a haunting backdrop for tales of survival and resilience. This impoverished area, plagued by crime and neglect, is characterized by its crumbling infrastructure and shadowy alleys, where danger lurks at every corner.

In the bleak winter morning, shrouded in darkness, the unsuspecting driver navigated the icy road, unaware of the impending danger. The sudden collision shattered the stillness, metal crumpling and glass exploding in a cascade of sharp fragments. The impact reverberated through the air, a jarring reminder of the fragility of life, as the once serene landscape transformed into a scene of chaos and despair.

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"And daddy Ollie went shiiiisssh down the snow slope and he was stuck in there for so long!!". Becky giggled. Oliver, looking more offended than annoyed decided to start telling of how Becky made the wrong calculation and turned her favourite doll and her face green. Henry Allen looked on in great amusement as the children started arguing and everything started descending into chaos. With the children there was no such thing as a boring dull day.

That was how their day continued. Just the children having fun and teasing each other.

Henry's attention is drawn to his ringing personal phone amidst the joyful chaos of children playing around him. The atmosphere is filled with laughter and playful shouts, creating a stark contrast to the weight of the call he receives. As he answers, the cheerful sounds fade into the background, replaced by the unsettling news that disrupts the carefree scene.

"Henry Allen speaking? Who's this? Oh Malcolm hello when did you get hom- Malcolm calm down, please breathe! Okay. Get her here okay? It's going to be okay. I'll get my best doctors okay? Yeah I...."

Henry quickly stepped out of the room, continuing to speak to Malcolm on the phone. Oliver and Becky continued to tickle one another unaware he had left but upon hearing his father's name, instinctively turns to follow his uncle, driven by a mix of curiosity and concern. However, his path is abruptly obstructed by Raisa, who, with a gentle smile, guides him away from the door and secures it, leaving Tommy with an unsettling feeling that something is amiss. He hoped everything would be okay.

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The emergency room buzzed with frantic energy, a cacophony of sirens and anguished cries echoing off sterile walls. Henry stepped into the chaos, his heart racing as he took in the scene: gurneys wheeled past, nurses shouted orders, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. In the corner, a group of distraught families huddled together, their faces pale and drawn, while the flickering fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow over the injured sprawled on stretchers.

As he moved deeper into the turmoil, a sinking feeling gripped him; the overturned car he feared was at the center of this disaster loomed large in his mind. Memories of reckless nights and whispered secrets flooded back, intertwining with the grim reality before him. He clenched his fists, hoping against hope that his instincts were wrong, that the familiar silhouette of the wrecked vehicle wouldn’t confirm his worst fears.

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Tommy had forgotten all about how weird Uncle Henry was being and about his dad cause Ollie and Bee were very distracting and very entertaining. So out of nowhere, when uncle Henry and his dad stepped into the room, all three children looked over in curiosity.

Malcolm Merlyn, usually the epitome of strength, steps into the room, his disheveled appearance betraying the turmoil within. His once-stylish hair now falls haphazardly, and his red, teary eyes reflect a heart shattered by loss. As he approaches, the laughter of Tommy and his friends fades into a hushed curiosity, replaced by an overwhelming sense of concern. With trembling hands, Malcolm pulls his nine-year-old son into a tight embrace, seeking solace in the innocence and warmth of youth, revealing a father's desperate need for comfort in the wake of unimaginable grief.

Tommy was confused. He had never seen his dad like this.

"Dad?" He said softly.

"Tommy! My boy.. I- I have some news for you.. okay I need you to listen and be very brave okay? Can you do that for daddy?"

"Mmmm"

"Mommy is gone." Malcolm said bluntly. Acknowledging for the first time what had happened.

"What?" Tommy broke away from his dad.

"What your dad is trying to say is that. Um.. you know how Becky's mom isn't here anymore? Well your mom has gone to join her. Up there in heaven. There was an incident and your mom is gone." Henry said, intervening, knowing how difficult it was for Malcolm.

"What? No! Nooooooo" Tommy wasn't an idiot. He knew Becky's mom was dead and one time he overheard that she was murdered and through the internet he found out that she was hurt and killed by someone. That means his mom was killed! Murdered by someone.

Tommy's world shatters as he learns the devastating truth: his beloved mother, a beacon of kindness and compassion, has been taken from him. The weight of grief crashes down like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping for breath, his cries echoing the anguish of a child who cannot comprehend the cruelty of fate.

"Nooooooooo AGHHHH!!!!"

As he sobs uncontrollably, the warmth of his friends Becky and Oliver envelops him, their small arms offering a fragile comfort against the storm of sorrow. In that moment, the innocence of childhood collides with the harsh reality of loss, forging an unbreakable bond of empathy and support amidst the chaos of heartbreak.

The news of his mother’s death hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating and relentless. But as he gazed into Becky’s tear-filled eyes, a flicker of understanding ignited within him; they were both bound by the same cruel fate, their innocence stolen.

With a surge of emotion, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her small frame against his, a fragile lifeline in the storm of grief. Oliver joined them, creating a tight circle of shared pain and comfort, their sobs intertwining as they clung to one another. In that embrace, they found a fleeting solace, a reminder that even in the depths of despair, they were not alone.

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The air was thick with sorrow as the funeral unfolded, a somber gathering cloaked in muted whispers and heavy hearts. Malcolm Merlyn stood apart, a statue of grief, unable to articulate the storm of emotions raging within him, while Henry offered silent support, his presence a fragile lifeline.

In contrast, Tommy found solace in the embrace of friends, their shoulders a refuge as he wept openly, the weight of loss shared among them. After the somber ceremony, the children retreated to Oliver's room, a sanctuary where laughter and tears mingled. Their camaraderie flourished, each moment a gentle reminder that they were not alone in their sorrow. Their youthful spirits cling to one another in a desperate bid to shield Tommy from the weight of his sorrow. Henry Allen, ever vigilant, monitored the group, ensuring that no child faced their grief alone.

In the shadow of grief, Robert Queen found himself spiraling deeper into a chasm of despair. The funeral had barely concluded when he succumbed to temptation, seeking solace in the arms of a secretary, a fleeting escape from the weight of loss that clung to him like a shroud. Moira, his wife, stood just out of sight, her heart breaking as she witnessed the betrayal unfold, the silence of her presence a stark contrast to the chaos of his choices.

As the last mourners departed, the air thick with unspoken words, Robert's moment of weakness echoed in the empty halls of their shared life. Moira slipped away, her heart heavy with the knowledge that love could be so easily shattered, leaving behind a man who chased business but lost everything that truly mattered.

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In the dim light of the living room, shadows danced around Tommy as he clutched a worn-out baseball glove, the last remnant of happier days. The air was thick with unspoken words and the lingering scent of his mother’s perfume, now a haunting reminder of loss. His father, Malcolm, stood at the door, suitcase in hand, eyes clouded with a mix of regret and determination, as he turned his back on the life they once shared. With each step away, Tommy felt the weight of abandonment settle in his chest, a painful echo of grief that would follow him long after the door clicked shut.

The son, already burdened by the absence of his mother, is left to navigate the tumultuous waters of abandonment, feeling the sting of betrayal as he watches his father walk away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled.

Malcolm Merlyn left Starling City a week after the funeral.

In the heart-wrenching aftermath of loss, Tommy grapples with the suffocating weight of abandonment, his cries echoing through the dimly lit room. As he clings to the remnants of his shattered world, Becky and Oliver stand steadfastly by his side, their unwavering support a fragile lifeline in his storm of despair. The family protrait, once a symbol of family unity, now serves as a stark reminder of the void left by his father's departure, amplifying Tommy's anguish as he questions the love that once surrounded him.

Becky and Oliver were beyond worried. Tommy was hurt and understandably so. His parents were gone. He was alone in the parental regard but they ensured he was never alone cause they were with him.

"Why would he leave me?? Whyyy???" Tommy screeched as he was held down by Oliver. He had fallen from the dinner table set in Oliver's room.

"He's hurting! Tommy!! Breathe please!!" Oliver exclaimed. He felt hurt for his friend. He couldn't understand Becky and Tommy's feelings regarding their mothers and their murder but he would be there for them. He would always be there for him. Oliver will stand as a steadfast beacon of support for his friends, Tommy and Becky. With unwavering loyalty, he will embrace their pain, offering solace in the darkest moments. As storms rage and lightning strikes, Oliver becomes Becky’s shelter, a comforting presence that promises to never waver. His heart beats in rhythm with theirs, ensuring that no one faces the haunting memories of their mothers alone. He would be there for Tommy. He will make sure he always has someone there, in his corner. Someone who never forgets him.

"Why would he just?? Ollie? Do I mean nothing to him? Am I pointless? Not worth it?!?"

"Tommy! Tommy! Look at me!"

Tommy continued crying. He was hiccuping.

"HEY!" Oliver yelled, grabbing Tommy's full attention. "I know it hurts Tommy but look just because he's a lousy dad doesn't mean squat. You are worth everything and more. I will always be here. I'm with you till the end of the line okay? Always! That's a promise!" The air thick with tension, Oliver's voice pierced through the silence, a fierce declaration of loyalty that resonated deep within Tommy's heart. With unwavering conviction, he reached for a knife, the glint of steel reflecting the gravity of his promise. As the blade met his skin, crimson droplets fall like a solemn oath onto the floor, sealing their bond in a visceral act of devotion. "I will always be here," he vowed, the weight of his words echoing in the shadows, a testament to friendship that transcends pain and betrayal.

This moment, raw and unfiltered, captures the essence of unwavering support amidst turmoil, a blood pact forged in the fires of adversity. Oliver's sacrifice symbolizes a commitment that goes beyond mere words, a promise that no matter the trials they face, they will stand together, united against the world. In this powerful scene, the bond between the boys is immortalized, a reminder that true friendship can withstand even the darkest of storms.

Tommy's heart raced as he knelt beside Oliver, the weight of their friendship pressing down like a heavy cloak. "Oliver you dummy! You're hurt! Why would you-"

"Cause you're my best friend!” Blood pooled around them, a stark reminder of the reckless bond they shared, yet it was in this chaos that Tommy found clarity. "I promise," he whispered, his voice trembling, "I'll always be here for you." The air crackled with unspoken vows as they sealed their pact, a bond forged in loyalty and love, transcending the pain that threatened to tear them apart. "Besides, I need someone to blame for bad grades, don't I?" Tommy smiled and hugged Oliver.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over their entwined fates, Tommy's tears mingled with the earth, a testament to their unwavering connection. Oliver's playful grin, despite the circumstances, ignited a spark of hope within him. "You’re worth everything," Oliver had said, and in that moment, Tommy understood the true essence of friendship—a promise that would echo through the trials ahead, binding them together in a world that often felt too harsh.

The moment was over the minute Raisa Entered the room. She saw the blood on the floor and looked at Oliver's hand. She immediately rushed to the bathroom and brought out the first aid kit. She started swearing in Russian as she bandaged the boy's hand.But what she also saw was Tommy's smile.

The world outside faded as they shared whispered secrets and dreams, their hearts beating in sync. Tommy's smile, once a distant memory, returned, brightening the room like a beacon of resilience. They knew that together, they could face anything, their blood pact a testament to their unwavering support. In the depths of despair, they found strength in each other, a promise that would echo through the years, reminding them that true friendship can conquer even the darkest of times.

All Raisa knew at that moment was that Oliver Queen was a good boy. He had a good heart.

"Ollie? Tommy?" Becky had joined them in the room and when she saw the blood and the tear trails on Tommy's face she immediately started worrying. "What happened?"

"Uh nothing important Beaky! Did you get something?" Oliver replied looking anywhere but at the little girl. He knew if he did, he would see the tears and feel bad. He made his friend feel better but that doesn't mean he wants a lecture from Rebecca Allen on personal safety and self harm.

"Mmm nothing huh? Well anyway I got this! Tommy? Oliver and I got you this! My daddy got me something similar to remember mama by. So we decided to get you this! It's a chain you can wear and it has her face on it so you'll never forget her and she'll always be with you"

Becky presents her friend Tommy with a silver star-shaped pendant, a poignant tribute to his late mother. The pendant, adorned with a cherished photograph of the two together, encapsulates their shared love for stargazing, a pastime that once brought them joy. As Tommy clutches the necklace, tears of sorrow transform into tears of gratitude, illuminating the bond of friendship that transcends loss.

This beautifully crafted necklace serves not only as a piece of jewelry but as a symbol of enduring love and remembrance. With its delicate design and personal touch, it becomes a cherished keepsake, ensuring that Tommy's mother will always be a part of his life, shining brightly like the stars they once admired together.

"Thank you,thank you so much you-yoouu both are just amazing and I love you guys!" His voice was muffled as he kept his face tucked into both their shoulders.

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In the wake of loss, the Queen residence transforms into a sanctuary of warmth and togetherness, where grief gives way to new beginnings.
Moira Queen, with a heart full of hope, gathers her loved ones in the family room, ready to unveil a heartfelt announcement that promises to reshape their lives. Tommy, seeking solace, finds refuge in the familiar embrace of the Queen household, while Becky, ever the loyal friend, brings her father and uncle Robert into the fold, creating a tapestry of support and love. Robert, delighted by the bustling energy, extends an invitation for them to stay permanently, igniting a spark of joy among the boys, who revel in the newfound camaraderie.

As laughter mingles with memories, the Queen residence becomes a vibrant hub of connection, where the echoes of the past are softened by the promise of tomorrow. Moira's announcement heralds a new chapter, one filled with shared moments and the strength of family bonds, reminding everyone that even in the darkest times, love can illuminate the path forward.

"Yes hello! Hii children, please listen! I have an announcement to make to everyone. Now I know things have been difficult and I hope this is first of all not disrespectful but also as a way for us to heal."

"Moira darling what's the matter?"

"Robert honey I'm expecting. I'm pregnant, we're having another baby."

In a moment heavy with emotion, Moira gathers her family, her voice trembling yet resolute. The air is thick with the weight of recent loss, but she stands firm, ready to share a glimmer of hope.

“Everyone!I know things have been difficult but I hope this brings some joy.”

"Moira darling what's the matter?"

"Robert honey I'm expecting. We're having another baby."

With a gentle smile, she reveals the news that will forever change their lives: she is pregnant, bringing the promise of new beginnings amidst the shadows of grief. This announcement, a delicate thread woven into the fabric of their sorrow, offers a chance for healing and a reminder that love can flourish even in the darkest of times.

As her words hang in the air, a mixture of surprise and joy dances across the faces of her loved ones. The air crackled with surprise as Robert Queen stood frozen, his mind racing to comprehend the unexpected news. Robert, her husband, is momentarily speechless, his heart swelling with a blend of emotions—anticipation, joy, and a bittersweet ache for the one they lost. This new life, a beacon of hope, invites them to embrace the future while honoring the past, creating a tapestry of memories that intertwine love, loss, and the promise of tomorrow.

The room erupted in joy, with Henry's exuberant embrace of Moira echoing the thrill that danced in the hearts of their children. Laughter and cheers filled the space, each voice a testament to the excitement of welcoming a new playmate into their lives. Oliver, with a tender touch, wrapped his arms around his mother, gently patting her stomach, a silent promise of love and protection for the little one yet to come.

"Another one for me to protect!" He exclaimed happily. Moira smiled down gently and fondly with so much love inside her for this boy of hers.

"Oh my beautiful boy" then she looked at her husband, "Robert? Say something please?"

Robert's heart raced as he pulled himself from the shock of the news, instinctively reaching for his wife. Their embrace was electric, a passionate kiss sealing the moment that would forever change their lives. Around them, family members erupted in a symphony of joy, laughter, and tears, each reaction a testament to the love and anticipation swirling in the air. The room buzzed with excitement, as dreams of tiny feet and sleepless nights danced in their minds, uniting them in a shared journey of hope and new beginnings.

"Oh I'm so happy another baby oh this is amazing news I I don't know what to say thank you!" He stammered in excitement.

In the delicate tapestry of life, a new heartbeat emerges amidst the shadows of loss, weaving hope into the fabric of grief.

~8 months later~

In the heart of a quiet home, chaos erupted as Moira's water broke, signaling the imminent arrival of new life. With urgency in the air, Henry stepped up, his steady hands guiding her to the car, embodying strength and support. Meanwhile, Robert, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, succumbed to the pressure, collapsing in a faint.

Oliver's heart raced with anticipation as he learned he would soon welcome a baby sister into the world. The news, revealed around 14 weeks into his mother's pregnancy, ignited a spark of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. With his experience as a big brother to Becky, he felt a blend of confidence and curiosity about this new role, eager to embrace the joys and challenges that lay ahead.

The day finally arrived, and the hospital buzzed with energy as Oliver, Tommy and Becky entered, each clutching soft stuffed animals for the new baby. At noon, the moment of truth unfolded; Oliver was beckoned to step into the room first. There, amidst the sterile surroundings, he found his mother, weary yet radiant, cradling a tiny bundle that seemed to vibrate with life and personality, already hinting at the spirited sister she would become.

In the soft glow of the hospital room, a newborn baby girl cradled in her mother's arms radiates pure innocence. Her silky black hair frames a cherubic face, while her striking blue eyes sparkle with wonder, capturing the essence of new life. The tender bond between mother and child is palpable, a moment frozen in time, filled with love and hope for the future.

As Oliver approached, his mother's smile illuminated the room, inviting him to sit beside her on the bed. In that intimate moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of love and connection, ready to embark on the adventure of brotherhood. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of family and the promise of countless memories yet to be made with his little sister.

"Oliver, my beautiful boy, meet your little sister, honey, this is Thea." She said softly. Oliver was mesmerised as he looked at his little sister ."Honey? Sweetheart?"

"She's a perfect mom, so perfect! And so tiny. I love her! Hi Thea!" He said looking so happy.

The moment is pure magic; Oliver's eyes sparkle with wonder as he gazes at the tiny bundle swaddled in soft blankets. His heart swells with affection, and his innocent joy radiates as he declares his love for her, embracing the new chapter of their lives.

In the warm embrace of her children, Moira found her sanctuary, a world where love reigned supreme. Each cuddle was a promise, a moment frozen in time, where innocence and joy intertwined. Each cuddle was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the innocence and perfection that radiated from their small frames. They were her everything, the heartbeat of her existence, and in their laughter, she discovered a joy that transcended all else.

As she held them close, the worries of the outside world faded away, leaving only the sweet scent of their hair and the softness of their skin. In those precious moments, Moira felt invincible, a guardian of their dreams and a keeper of their secrets. Her heart swelled with pride, knowing that these little souls were her greatest treasures, forever cherished in the tapestry of her life. Her heart swelled with pride as she held them close, cherishing their laughter and the purity of their spirits.

In the quiet corners of her heart, a profound love blossomed for Becky and Tommy, two innocent souls navigating the storm of loss. With their own mothers gone, she stepped into the role of nurturer, wrapping them in the warmth of her affection and care. Each day, she poured her heart into their lives, ensuring they felt the embrace of a mother’s love, a balm for their aching hearts. As she watched them grow, laughter mingled with tears, and she cherished every moment, knowing that in her love, they found solace and strength.

Becky, with her bright smile, and Tommy, with his curious eyes, became the center of her universe, igniting a fierce determination to protect and guide them. She vowed to fill their days with joy, laughter, and the unwavering support they so desperately needed. In her nurturing embrace, they found a new beginning, a chance to heal, and a promise that they would never be alone again.

Her heart beats fiercely for her children, a relentless force of love and protection. Each thought is a vow, echoing her unwavering commitment to shield them from harm, to nurture their dreams, and to guide them through life's tumultuous journey. Her love is a fortress, impenetrable and warm, as she navigates the delicate balance of letting them grow while keeping them safe, embodying the essence of sacrifice and devotion that only a mother can know.

In a moment charged with bittersweet emotion, Becky and Tommy entered the room, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the newest family member. Thea, a tiny bundle of joy, radiated innocence and warmth, instantly melting their hearts. As they gathered around her, their laughter and chatter filled the air, each compliment a testament to the love that blossomed in the wake of loss.

To a mother, her children are the essence of life, and in this precious moment, Thea became a beacon of hope, a reminder that even amidst sorrow, joy can emerge anew.

Henry, with a gentle smile, observes the children playing, their laughter echoing the innocence of life, a stark contrast to the heaviness of recent loss. He turns to Moira, concern etched on his face, offering a gentle inquiry into her well-being. The innocence of the baby serves as a poignant reminder that life continues, weaving threads of joy through the fabric of heartache.
In a moment suspended in time, Robert Queen stood at the threshold of joy and sorrow, gazing at the vibrant tapestry of his family. The laughter of children danced through the air, a sweet symphony that filled the room with warmth, while the echoes of lost loved ones lingered like gentle whispers. As he welcomed his newborn daughter, Thea, into this cherished circle, the bittersweet ache of absence transformed into a celebration of life, binding the past and present in a perfect embrace.

'Welcome to the world, Thea, my baby girl.'

The room buzzed with the innocent giggles of children, their joy a radiant light piercing through the shadows of grief. Each chime of laughter was a reminder that love transcends loss, weaving together the memories of those who had departed with the promise of new beginnings. In this sacred space, Robert felt the weight of his family's legacy, a beautiful reminder that even in the face of heartache, life continues to blossom, bringing hope and healing to the heart.

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The grand mansion, adorned with twinkling lights and lush garlands, exudes a festive charm that captivates all who enter.

She was stepping into a world of opulence and high society. Laurel was nervous. She was beyond nervous. She was terrified. Her boyfriend, the one and only Oliver Queen, had invited her to his family's annual Christmas party. With her heart racing and palms sweating, she prepares to meet the illustrious Queens, a family whose wealth and status loom large over her modest upbringing. So she had asked her sister to accompany her for moral support, not that she is much help.

"You alright?"

"Hmm, oh a.. I yeah. Fine!" She replied to Oliver. Oliver is a captivating figure embodying strength and charisma. With his chiseled features and piercing gaze. His rugged charm and intense presence make him perfect.

"Well then let's go!" He said as he pulled her inside the big ballroom filled with the elite and all.

In the opulent ballroom, laughter and music fill the air as elegantly dressed guests swirl across the polished floor, their joy echoing off the gilded walls. A towering Christmas tree, resplendent with shimmering ornaments, stands as the centerpiece, casting a warm glow over the celebration, while the scent of spiced cider and freshly baked treats wafts through the room, inviting everyone to indulge in the holiday spirit.

As the grand chandelier sparkled overhead, she stepped into the lavishly decorated ballroom, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. The scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, but all she could focus on was her boyfriend's arm, which felt more like a lifeline than a comfort.

"Oh my god!"

Her younger sister, Sarah, radiated energy as she clung to Tommy Merlyn's arm, laughing and chatting with ease, leaving her feeling like a shadow in the opulent surroundings. Surrounded by the elite, she struggled to find her footing, wishing for the same carefree spirit that seemed to envelop her sister, but instead feeling the weight of expectations pressing down on her.

"Right? Great party!"

"No Oliver, how can I meet your parents when they are actively meeting far more interesting and important people???"

"Laurel, you're my girlfriend. My first actual girlfriend. That's important. You're important." He said, smiling softly.

"Oh.."

"What are you two lovebirds doing? Come on!" Tommy shouted as he escorted Sarah over to where Robert and Moira Queen were standing. Tommy Merlyn, dressed impeccably, he exudes charm and allure, his contrasting black and sky blue eyes drawing you into his mysterious persona.

Robert and Moira, a stunning couple whose impeccable style radiated sophistication and charm. With a youthful glow and elegant attire, they effortlessly embody luxury, captivating everyone around them. Their presence is a testament to timeless beauty, making them the epitome of grace and refinement. There were two others standing with a famous couple.

An older gentleman in his late 40s exudes a quiet charm, his striking green eyes and short stubble framing a chiselled jaw that speaks of wisdom and experience. Beside him, a young girl of nine or ten, with glossy black hair and sparkling blue eyes, clings to his arm, radiating a playful spirit. Dressed in a stylish yet expensive outfit that perfectly captures her youthful cuteness.

"Hey everyone!"

"Oliver, honey you're late! Again. I believe that is someone else's 'shitck' right?" Moira Queen said as she turned around. She wore her long burgundy dress hugging her silhouette with an air of sophistication. The rich fabric shimmered subtly under the soft light, accentuating her graceful movements. Around her neck, a strand of lustrous pearls gleamed, hinting at her refined taste and wealth. She embodied a perfect blend of elegance and opulence, captivating everyone with her presence.

"Sorry, but perfection takes time mom! Anyway Everyone please meet my girlfriend, Laurel Lance! Oh and her sister Sarah! Laurel, meet most of my family. My mother, my father, my little sister and my uncle Henry." He said pointing to each family member.

"So you're my brother's girlfriend?" Thea asked, looking mildly peeved as she stared at Laurel intensely.

"Uhh yeah. Um so..Uncle? I didn't know your dad had a brother!" She asked, quickly turning towards Henry Allen.

"Oh no I am unfortunately not related to this brilliant man! This is my childhood best friend and Oliver and Thea's godfather. This is Henry Allen. The greatest man ever!" Robert replied, smiling fondly.

"Henry Allen as in the founder of Starling City's Scarlet Hospital? The most amazing and talented doctor ever who also accommodates the less fortunate?" She whispered into Oliver's ear. He looked at her and nodded.

"That's sweet. But yes childhood friends and later godparents to each other's children." Henry said.

"Speaking of each other's children, where is Bee?" Oliver questioned. "Don't tell me she's not coming!"

"I'm afraid so son! She said she had her final exam coming up for her biochemical course. So she's not coming this year!"

"What?? Noooo" Tommy whined. Meanwhile Oliver looked around and then pulled out his phone.

"Her missing Christmas, nope! Not on my watch!"

"Oliver, don't honey, she's probably sleeping. Don't disturb her. No matter how much I wish she was here!" Moira scolded.

"Hello bee, where are you??"

Laurel looked awkwardly as everyone started crowding around Oliver as he spoke into the phone.

"I don't care that's it's too far. That's no excuse. You have weeks before the final. I know I keep track. Nope..na huh.... That's why we have private jets. You think Dad gave that to you for shits and giggles?"

Thea giggled quietly whilst Moira shot Oliver a dark look. He looked slightly chastised but continued speaking into the phone.

"Come on please? I'll come get you now! Noooo don't worry..nothing is more important!"

Laurel released a gasp as she grabbed onto Sarah's hand and squeezed tightly.

"No need Ollie!" Someone said suddenly. And everyone turned around at the sound of the voice. They were all so happy to see this person. Thea, Oliver's little sister ran and tackled the girl into a tight hug. She would have fallen but Tommy held her from behind.

"BEEE!! I MISSED YOUUU!!" Thea giggled.

"Hi Thea! Tommy! Aunt Moira. Uncle Robert! Daddy! Ollie, hello!"

"Oh My sweetheart! You're here!" Moira said as she hugged the person as soon as she was standing steadily.
"Oh yeah. Well I wasn't gonna come but I didn't want anyone to be upset as Christmas is all about my family so I thought I would surprise you all. That's why none of the staff told you!" She stands out like a rare gem. With cascading long, flowing red hair that glimmers like fire in the sunlight. Her striking locks frame a face of captivating features down her back, she embodies a striking elegance that draws every gaze. Her heart-shaped face, adorned with a delicate button nose, radiates warmth and allure, while her mesmerizing hazel eyes, flecked with hints of gold, green, and blue, seem to hold a thousand untold stories. Dressed in a stunning red velvet gown that clings to her figure like a second skin, the young woman radiates elegance and charm.

This enchanting young woman, reminiscent of a Victoria's Secret model, carries an aura of confidence and grace, making her the centerpiece of any gathering, especially during the festive season when family and surprises intertwine. Adorned in shimmering gold jewelry, the woman exudes elegance and grace. Each piece of jewelry catches the light, accentuating her radiant beauty and adding a touch of opulence to her ensemble. The contrast of the rich gold against the pure white fabric creates a striking visual, embodying a timeless sophistication that captivates the eye and stirs the imagination. Perfectly poised, she stands as a symbol of refined charm.

With a radiant glow that draws everyone in, she embodies the spirit of Christmas, effortlessly blending beauty and charm, making her the centerpiece of any festive gathering. As she steps into the room, her presence transforms the atmosphere, igniting joy and surprise among her family.

Laurel stands strong, her confidence a shield against the whispers of doubt. Yet, when this stunning newcomer enters the scene, capturing the attention of the Queen family and even her boyfriend, a flicker of jealousy ignites within her. This captivating woman, with an allure that seems to draw everyone in, challenges Laurel's self-assuredness, leaving her to grapple with feelings she thought she had long mastered.

Laurel finds herself grappling with her emotions as she watches her boyfriend, Oliver, embrace his stunning childhood friend,Becky. The air crackles with tension as Laurel's heart races, torn between admiration for the girl's striking looks and a simmering envy that threatens to boil over.
"Man she is pretty!" Laurel looked towards her sister in betrayal. "What? She is! I can appreciate beauty and attractiveness. And she looks good next to Oliver, but then again ooooh he is hot."

The girl radiated confidence and charm, effortlessly drawing attention with her captivating smile. Laurel's jealousy simmered beneath the surface, igniting a fierce protectiveness over her relationship.

"Man Bee! So good to see you!" Oliver seemed to have finally pulled Thea away from the girl before he himself grabbed her and embraced her tightly. "There's someone I want you to meet! Uhh Laurel! Come here!"

Laurel felt a pang of betrayal; how could he be so oblivious to the magnetic allure of his childhood friend? The air crackled with tension as she braced herself for the inevitable introduction, her mind racing with insecurities and the fear of losing the boy who made her heart flutter.

"Bee, meet Laurel!" Oliver's voice broke through her thoughts, and Laurel plastered on a smile, masking her inner turmoil. The girl, Rebecca, stepped forward with an easy grace, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "She's currently studying Law at the Starling University. Laurel meets the most wondrous person to have ever existed! This is Rebecca Allen! My best friend!"

Laurel couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Bee fit into Oliver's world, and the way he beamed at her only intensified the knot in Laurel's stomach. As they exchanged pleasantries, Laurel vowed to keep her guard up, determined to prove that she was the one who truly belonged by Oliver's side, no matter how pretty the competition was

"AH HUM!!??!!" Tommy coughed into his hand.

"....sorry my platonic soulmate!"

With every compliment exchanged, Laurel's mind races, questioning her own worth and the dynamics of their relationship. /p>

"Thank you Ollie, and hello Laurel, so nice to finally meet you! Ollie talks about you so much, I knew he was smitten!" Becky said softly and gently as she held out her hand.

"Uh huh" laurel smiled tightly as she took the hand..

As the evening unfolds, Laurel's internal struggle intensifies, each laugh and shared glance between Oliver and Becky a dagger to her confidence. The vibrant atmosphere around them contrasts sharply with her growing insecurity, leaving her to wonder if she can truly compete with the radiant charm of her boyfriend's past. In this captivating tale of desire and rivalry, Laurel must confront her feelings and decide whether to embrace her own beauty or let jealousy consume her.

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In the opulent guest room of the Queen mansion, Laurel wrestled with a whirlwind of emotions as she confided in her best friend, Macy. The Christmas party had unveiled a stunning childhood friend of Oliver's, a girl who seemed to embody everything Laurel feared: beauty, charm, and the approval of Oliver's formidable family.

"So there's a childhood best friend who's a girl and hot? Laurel, you are in trouble!" Her friend commented as soon as she told her the details regarding the Christmas party.

"What? No I am not. She's no threat!"

As she paced the room, the shadows danced around her, mirroring the turmoil within, while her friend's voice offered both comfort and a spark of clarity in the midst of her emotional storm.

Macy's voice crackled through the phone, a mix of concern and urgency, warning Laurel of the dangers lurking behind the facade of wealth and sweetness.

"Really? Laurel, Oliver's entire family likes her, and I heard Moira Queen is a difficult person to please. And she calls His dad Uncle. And not to mention her dad. Girl please, don't delude yourself. That girl is probably his fiancee. Already done when they were children. That's such a rich people thing. She probably doesn't expect you to last as Oliver's girlfriend. Remember his history. Playboy. She's not worried because she doesn't think so."

"Gee thanks and I don't know. I saw everything. How quickly Oliver forgot me for her. Saw just how perfect and adored she was. It's a recipe for me to hate her but.." Laurel tightened her grip on her phone.

"But???"

"But she was genuinely sweet. I can spot liars Macy. Cop dad and studying criminal law remember? She's everything I should hate and envy but she was so kind and lovable. Maybe it's all in my head."

As she lay back on the plush bed, her heart raced with jealousy and confusion, torn between her instinct to despise this seemingly perfect rival and the undeniable kindness that radiated from her.

"Girl, she's a spoiled, rich kid. It's probably an act. To show everyone just how kind and innocent she is. When you're not looking, she'll do something and you won't know. Then you'll get in trouble and BAM! You're gone! She already knows everyone. She knows their quirks and dislikes. What ticks them off. She'll do that the moment she thinks you're a threat."

"Really? She doesn't seem the type. She's actually pretty smart. So smart and pretty and rich. Talk about unfair."

"Ugh Laurel. Don't be an idiot. That girl probably is a two face scheming bitch! All rich girls with daddy's money are. She doesn't think of you as competition. But when she does then she'll turn into a right snake? You have to show her you can't be sacred off. You gotta intimidate her before she can do you. If Oliver is who you see the future with then you gotta fight for him Laurel."

The tension between them crackled like static, as Laurel grappled with the unsettling realization that this girl, with her privileged upbringing and effortless grace, could easily overshadow her in Oliver's eyes. Yet, beneath the surface of envy, a flicker of doubt lingered—was this girl truly a threat, or was she simply a reflection of Laurel's own insecurities?

"Hmmm. Maybe you're right. I mean. Oliver was all over her. So attentive to every one of her needs and his parents clearly love her and would probably prefer her. And that dad of hers was successful and rich. Someone with clear strong and powerful connections... I'm nothing compared to her. Not even in looks and brains! I gotta do something Mace. Please help?" Laurel rambled on until she finally pleaded to her best friend for help.

"Of course what are friends for?" Macey said as Laurel sighed.

"I gotta go, Ollie could come in at any moment. Bye." Laurel says and then ends her conversation with a friend, her voice fading. This brief exchange encapsulates the tension and complexity of navigating relationships, as Laurel grapples with her emotions and the potential for unexpected encounters. The weight of her feelings about her boyfriend's childhood friends hung in the air, a mix of anxiety and anticipation, as she braced herself for Ollie's imminent arrival. Laurel's heart races, caught between the thrill of love and the shadows of doubt.

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In the cozy glow of a shared room, Oliver's heart swells as he confesses his feelings for Laurel, the girl who embodies kindness and brilliance.

"Oliver"

"Mmm"

"About Laurel? You love her?"

With a gentle smile, he reveals his admiration, igniting a spark of excitement in Bee, while Becky, lying on the floor, kicks her feet in delight, masking her own bittersweet emotions.

"Yes I think so..she's perfect Bee. So smart and kind. And she's just good. Like you!" Oliver smiled gently as he looked up at her from where he was sitting against his bed. She grinned down at him, lying on her front, kicking her feet excitedly at his confession.

"Then I'm happy for you! So how's Starling been since I last visited? Any illegal shenanigans that you and Tommy have been a part of?? That I don't know?"

Their laughter dances through the air, a blend of nostalgia and unspoken longing.

As the conversation shifts to mischief and memories, Becky’s eyes flicker with a hint of sadness before she brightens, eager to hear about Oliver's escapades with Tommy. The night unfolds with playful banter, yet beneath the surface lies an unacknowledged tension—two hearts intertwined in a delicate balance of affection and unrequited love, each moment a reminder of what could be.

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The enchanting world of Becky Allen's bedroom in the Queen Mansion, where every corner whispers tales of elegance and warmth. This spacious sanctuary, adorned in delicate rose gold and light pink hues, reflects the artistry of Moira, who meticulously curated each ornate piece of furniture to complement Becky's radiant complexion. The room, a blend of grandeur and comfort, invites you to experience the magic of childhood memories wrapped in luxurious comforters and the thrill of unexpected morning visits from friends.

As the chill of December mornings seeps through the walls, the cozy atmosphere of this beautifully decorated haven becomes a refuge for dreams and laughter. With its thoughtful design and inviting charm, Becky's room is not just a space; it's a canvas of youthful imagination, where every knock at the door promises a new adventure waiting to unfold.

When Becky is jolted awake by her childhood friend Thea's playful antics, she finds herself wrapped in a cozy blanket of nostalgia and laughter.

"Psst! Psst Bee! Heyyy bee!" Thea whispered loudly. How that was possible, was beyond Becky. Then Becky felt a small lump on her back. And as she opened her eyes and very quickly jumped and wrapped the little lump in her comforter.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Hahaha, hello you little monster!"

Thea pulled her face out and grinned up at Becky.

"Hello! May I be released please?" She asked and Becky obliged her. "Thank you! Now come to breakfast please?"

"Uhh sure. I was thinking I could sleep in? Unless. Everything okay?"

"No." Thea suddenly quietened down.

"Thea? Speedy? What's wrong?" Becky asked as she sat down next to Thea and Sensing the weight of unspoken worries, she quickly shifts from groggy to attentive, wrapping Thea in a warm embrace as she gently probes the source of her distress. "Something wrong? Is it Ollie? Tommy? Your mom? Dad?"

Thea shakes her head then lets her head fall onto Becky's chest. "It's Ollie's new girlfriend. She's here."

"Laurel right? Is she mean to you? Has she said anything?" She asked as she stroked Thea's head slowly.

"No.. she just makes me feel dumb. She always talks about how she studies and doesn't have it easy like I do. And how she worked hard for everything. It makes me feel bad" Thea's insecurities spill forth, revealing the sting of comparison brought on by Ollie's new girlfriend, Laurel, whose seemingly perfect life casts a shadow over Thea's own.

"Oh. Oh. Thea, speedy. Listen to me. You are such a smart young lady okay? Don't listen to anyone. You work hard for all that you have. Your parents love you so they give you everything you want. Your parents worked hard so of course they want to spoil you. That's how parents are Thea. What they didn't have, they gave their children. You're privileged yes but that's not wrong as long as you're grateful okay? So keep working hard okay and don't listen to anyone who just presumes to know you. Okay?" Becky explained as she hugged Thea. With soothing words and a tender touch, the young woman reassures Thea, reminding her of her own worth and the love that surrounds her. She emphasizes the importance of hard work and gratitude, encouraging Thea to rise above the negativity that threatens to dim her spirit.

"Okay. Thank you Becky! I love you!" Thea giggled and hugged Becky tightly back. As the warmth of their bond envelops them, Thea's giggles break through the heaviness, and the young woman feels a surge of joy, knowing that her support has rekindled Thea's confidence and love for life.

"Aww now this is just absolutely adorable."

Both girls flinch at the new voice and look over towards the door. There standing with arms crossed and leaning against the door is none other than Tommy. Tommy, the charming whirlwind of energy who bursts into the scene with a playful grin and a knack for turning mundane moments into unforgettable adventures. With his arms crossed and a mischievous glint in his eye, he effortlessly breaks the tension, reminding everyone that life is too short to dwell on the serious stuff.

"Tommy! How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to witness Ollie being downgraded. I actually wanted to come wake up so that we could go out. You're only here for a few more days right? So come on and let's party!!!" Tommy said

Thea pouted "NNNNOOOOOOO! Big sister Becky is hanging out with me" and she squeezed Becky next to herself.

"Ahh man, that's not fair. I haven't seen her in a while though. I miss her Thee."

"No."

"Please?"

"No"

"Plea-" "N-"

"Okay Enough! I will hang out with whoever I want. I'm not a toy! So right now I want breakfast so let's go!" Becky exclaimed and then stood up and started walking out the door. Smiling, "whoever gets to the dining room before the other is the one who gets to have me today!"

In a lively hallway, Thea darted ahead, her nimble feet barely touching the ground, embodying the spirit of a gazelle. Tommy, determined and relentless, closed the gap with every stride, his competitive spirit igniting the air around them. Meanwhile, Becky strolled leisurely, a playful smile on her face, reveling in the joyful chaos of her friends' spirited race.

"Relishing in the chaos you created, Darling?"

Grinning wide, Becky looked over and saw her father coming out of his room, dressed ready for the day.

"Daddy! Morning! And I have no idea what you're talking about!" She said as she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Really, you slugger! You know how competitive Thea and Tommy are towards each other. And if Oliver or You on the other side and oh my lord, the chaos." He said as he pulled her cheek and started walking down with his daughter. Pouting, Becky grabbed his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Daddy!! That hurt" she pulled her lip out even further. Smiling, Henry Allen just kissed her forehead and continued on silently.

Soon both father and daughter reached the breakfast room and were immediately accosted by Robert and Thea. Then led to their seats as they conversed.

"So Thea I take it you won?" Becky asked as she sat down next to Tommy and started putting some pancakes on her plate.

"Nooo... I lost the race" Thea pouted annoyed as she sat across from Becky, in between her parents.

"Wait really?" Becky then looked at Tommy in surprise. He smirked as he continued shoveling his cereal. "Well how about tomorrow, all day and night, me and you mmm?"

"YAYYYY!!"

"Thea! Don't eat and speak at the same time!" Moira scolded. "And what race? Don't tell me you're running in the house. What if you get hurt? Thea?" Thea refused to look at her mom and squashed her pancakes in her mouth like a chipmunk. "Mmm Becky darling, I have lunch meeting with my associates who run the science division in Queen Consolidated so would you?"

"I'll be happy to accompany you! I always enjoy arguing with Jarvis."

"Isn't Jarvis, Jarvis Reed of interstellar travel?" Robert asked, "you know the nut job talking about aliens being real and all. I heard that he has some ‘supposed’ breakthrough to talk about?"

"Yes dear, and don’t call him a nutjob. We are sponsoring him. Anyway It's why I want Becky with me. She's far more sensible and I trust her judgement" Moira smiled at Becky warmly. Rebecca smiled back happily and continued to eat.

"Good morning, I guess," Oliver came in. Clearly with a hangover. Followed behind him was Laurel, who was also hungover. "Wait, why aren't you miserable like me??" Oliver pointed at Tommy.

Tommy smiled, "it's a gift!"

Becky rolled her eyes, "when I left you, he was there in my room plastered so I gave him some food and lots of water and left some painkillers on his nightstand and forced him to sleep in his own bed. I would have left some but you had company so...Actually speaking of painkillers, they're right there next to your plates. Some water too. Laurel you too!"

"Thank you, you are the best." Oliver said then grabbed the two tablets and swallowed them.

"Uh thank you," Laurel said as she quietly put food on her plate. In a cozy kitchen filled with the aroma of breakfast delights, Laurel quietly served herself, her heart heavy with unspoken jealousy. As she reached for toast to offer Oliver, her gaze fell on the pancakes already piled high on his plate, glistening with chocolate drizzle from Rebecca, his childhood friend.

She thought to herself, 'ollie won't eat that, right childhood friend, thinks of him as a child still. Ollie always has tea and toast. He told me he would nver have anything heavy in the morning for him after a hangover. Sorry Becky but he's my boyfriend.' Memories of their carefree past flashed in her mind, igniting a simmering resentment; after all, Ollie was hers now, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he still saw Rebecca as the playful girl from their youth, not the man she wanted him to be.

"Oh chocolate pancakes!! AHH I have missed these! Raisa never makes these unless you're here!" Ollie smiled towards Becky and added more chocolate drizzle. The atmosphere buzzed with laughter and light chatter, but Laurel felt isolated, a shadow in a sunlit room. Ollie's delighted exclamation over the chocolate pancakes only deepened her frustration, as she watched him indulge in the sweetness of nostalgia, seemingly oblivious to her presence.

Becky rolled her eyes once more but then asked for some water that was out of her reach and both Tommy and Oliver grabbed it. Tommy looked at Oliver, smirked knowingly and let go. Oliver looked at him funny, then gave the water to Becky. She thanked him and continued eating. Everyone smiled and started talking quietly. Each smile exchanged between him and Becky felt like a dagger, twisting deeper into her heart, while she wrestled with the bitter realization that perhaps, in this circle of friends, she was the outsider, overshadowed by the charm of that girl.

Laurel was seething inside. 'Macy was right. They prefer her. . They all love her. She's a conniving snake.'

"Laurel?"

"Laurel?"

'He doesn't care for me... He won't stay with me. Not me. I'm not as smart or pretty. She's like a model. What model has Oliver not been with'

"Laurel?"

"Laurel!"

Laurel flinched and looked over at Oliver. He had shaken her when she wasn't responding. He looked concerned.

"You okay? You haven't eaten anything yet?" He said.

"A..a...I sorry. I must have zoned out. I was just thinking about my last assignment. I don't think I did well on it." She was lying. Her last assignment was something she was very proud of and her dad had celebrated with some cake for her.

"Oh okay.. Well,l just eat. You didn't eat anything last night." He said as he turned towards his right.

'Of course. She was there that's why. I told him about my last assignment and he wasn't interested at all.'

"Becky, how's your assignment going?" Robert asked.

"She actually finished it. Just had the final exam left, right?" Oliver answered as he looked at her for clarification. She nodded and he smiled in relief.

Laurel's heart raced with a mix of jealousy and confusion as she watched Oliver effortlessly discuss Becky’s college schedule, a topic he had always dismissed in their conversations. The sting of his indifference to her own academic struggles cut deeper, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. Was Macy right all along about Oliver's hidden feelings? The thought twisted in her stomach, making her feel nauseous. As she grappled with her emotions, the shadow of Becky loomed larger, a reminder of everything Laurel feared she could never be.

"Actually, Laurel does law so I think both of you would get along great!" Oliver continued talking. Laurel at the sound of her name looked over.
"Really! Laurel I actually studied some forensics and will have a degree in about 7 months! What type of law are you thinking of doing?" Becky smiled.

"Criminal law and being an attorney possibly. For the police. My father is a detective." She answered.

"So cool, so what's......." Becky continued asking questions regarding her college and her father's work and she answered them. In a world where jealousy simmers beneath the surface, Laurel struggles with her feelings towards Becky, Oliver's childhood friend. Becky embodies everything Laurel wishes she could be: effortlessly charming, intelligent, and kind-hearted. As their conversations unfold, Laurel finds herself torn between resentment and an unexpected connection, questioning her own perceptions of beauty and worth. With each interaction, the lines blur, leaving Laurel to wonder if her envy is masking a deeper admiration for the girl she feels compelled to dislike.

As Laurel navigates this emotional labyrinth, she decides to channel her father's wisdom, recognizing that true character often lies beyond first impressions. Could it be that Becky, with her radiant smile and genuine curiosity, is not the enemy but a potential ally?

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"I think we should move in together. What do you think, Ollie?" Oliver spit out what he was drinking and coughed loudly. "You okay?"

"Move in together? Isn't that too fast Laurel?" Oliver asked as he looked at her.

"Ollie. We've been together for 5 years now. I'm just 4 months away from getting my degree. And I've met your family. You've met mine. And we're 22 now. You'll be leaving for that Chinese deal tomorrow. I would just like it to be official. Isn't it about time?"

"I-- I need to go. Excuse me." After five years together, Laurel's bold proposal to move in together sends Oliver into a tailspin, revealing his deep-seated fears and uncertainties.

"Ollie? Oliver? Wait! OLIVER?"

He had already left. Laurel sat down on her sofa hard. She was breathing in and out. She shouldn't panic. Maybe he had something important. Laurel quickly grabbed her phone and dialled a specific number.

"Sarah, I think I messed up..."

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Oliver was wasted. Completely and utterly wasted. He had drank 3 bars clean. That was how Tommy found them.

"Ollie? Wha?"

"Tooooommmmyyy~ heeeeyyy! Br-brp bro I need yo-our help *hic* I have a problem *hic* llllaurel askkkked meeee to moooooovve innnnn with heeeerr *hic*"

"Oliver are you okay? Wait who am I kidding. No your not. Be glad it's me that's found you like this. Becky would kill you!"

"BEEEECKKKYY!! She understaannds *hic* me"

Oliver, in a haze of alcohol and uncertainty, finds himself grappling with the weight of his feelings for Becky while navigating the chaotic aftermath of a wild night.

As he slurs his words and clings to Tommy for support, the reality of moving in with Laurel looms over him like a storm cloud, stirring a cocktail of fear and confusion.

His heart, however, beats for Becky, the childhood friend who has always understood him, making the prospect of commitment feel like an insurmountable challenge.

"Oh my god, alright, come on. Let's get you home and sobered up. I can't understand you properly." Tommy grabbed him and hauled him out towards his car. "Remember last time you got this drunk. You got into that fight with the paparazzi."

"That's ooooonnly~ because he was tryiiinnngggg toooo film Beeeecky..."

"Ah. Well come on! Hmmph!" Tommy helped Oliver sit down on the side of the curb and had him drink some water before he decided to just dump the cold water on Oliver.

"AHH! TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK???" Oliver shouted as he wiped cold water off his eyes. "Dude really???"

With Tommy's help, Oliver is pulled from the depths of his drunken stupor, the cold splash of water a jarring reminder of the responsibilities awaiting him.

Tommy smirked and helped him up. "Sobered you up tho? Plus Becky has done way worse. And you have a yacht to go to. Don't wanna be late~"

"That's why you have private yachts, so that you can travel whenever." Oliver pouted.

"Ollie, you're traveling with your dad and Uncle Henry. Uncle Henry might indulge you but your dad is in businessman mode. He'll be strict." Both of them settled into the car and Tommy turned the heating up for Oliver to warm up.

"Yeah." Oliver signed and rubbed his hands together.

"Dude you okay?"

"No"

Tommy looked at him in concern and started up the car. As they drive towards the house, the warmth of the car contrasts sharply with the chill of his doubts, leaving him to ponder whether he can truly embrace a future with Laurel when his heart still whispers Becky's name. The journey ahead is not just a physical one; it’s a quest for clarity amidst the chaos of love and loyalty

"Sooo?? What's the problem?"

"Tommy please i--" Oliver looked over to see Tommy looking at him, concerned and worried. His hands were tight around the steering wheel. "It's Laurel, she wants me to move in with her."

"And you don't want to?"

"I-- I don't know, maybe? Tommy I thought I liked Laurel but I don't understand why I'm hesitating."

"Oliver, it's simple. Can you imagine living with Laurel in 30 years from now? Is she the one?"

"I-- I"

"Ollie, close your eyes and just say what comes to mind. Okay?"
"Okay." Oliver closed his eyes.

"Can you see yourself living in a house with Laurel? Making her breakfast in the morning?"

"No." Oliver's eyes open.

"Close em. Ollie!"

"Okay. Okay." He closes his eyes again.

"Can you see having kids with Laurel?"

"No."

"Can you see her listening to you and your problems? Can you see yourself looking at her and just smiling cause she's there?"

"..."

"Ollie?"

"No.. I can't"

"You have your answer Oliver."

"I-- I've been stringing her along for so long Tommy. I'm such a bad person."

"No you're not. You guys hooked up and just kept going. You never truly talked about these things. I'm sure you know exactly who you see a future with. So Ollie tells Laurel and tells the other one. You know who I'm talking about."

"Tommy..."

"Oliver! I'm not blind. I have watched you two since childhood. You love her. You're just being an idiot about it. Stop being a coward and tell her. I want both of you to be happy and I know she makes you happy. Your smiles are genuine when you're with her. Not Laurel. You can be who you are. Whether that's an asshole or a soft cuddly bear! You don't have to change yourself for her. Not like you did for Laurel. Ollie just talk to her okay?" With his best friend Tommy's unwavering support, Oliver confronts his fears, realizing that genuine happiness lies not in obligation but in the heart's true desire.

"...okay... Thank you.."

"Of course. I'm your best friend..and I love you guys. I swore to always be there for you. Remember when we were 10 and Bee got that fracture, she was crying for so long because she was alone when she got hurt. I'm always here. Always!"

Oliver smiled and grabbed Tommy's hand and held on to him tight.

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As the phone rings in the stillness of the night, Becky is jolted from her slumber, "mmmmm" Becky rolled over quickly to grab her phone off her bedside table.

"Hello *yawn* Who is it?"

"...."

"Hello?"

"...hey Bee..."

"Oliver?!?" she shoots up from her position of lying down.

"Hey haha sorry for calling you so late but could we talk?"

"Yeah sure but don't you have that Chinese deal you need to go with your father?"

"Mm we're going with the Queen's gambit and….. I need to get this out now.. before I chicken out..."

"Oliver? Okay.. go on. Say what you have to say. I'm listening!"

"...I don't love Laurel... I don't see a future with her.. I can't be who I am with because I - I love someone else. I always think of this person and I can only ever imagine them."

"Ollie?"

"Rebecca Nora Allen.. I love you. I have always loved you and I know I will always love you!" With every word, Oliver lays bare his heart, unraveling the tangled emotions that have bound them since childhood.

Becky froze. She was shocked and remained still. Her breathing stilled. Because Oliver just... He just said that he loves her.

"Becky? You okay?"

In a moment suspended in time, Becky’s heart swelled with a bittersweet ache as she whispered her confession, her voice barely breaking the heavy silence that enveloped them. "I-- *sigh* mm *sniffle* I love you too.." Her knees drawn close, she leaned her head down, allowing her cascading hair to veil her vulnerability, while tears glistened in her eyes, reflecting the tumult of emotions swirling within. The air crackled with unspoken words, a fragile connection forged in the depths of longing and newfound hope, as the weight of unrequited love transformed into a tender promise, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

"Ollie?"

In a moment of vulnerability, she poured her heart out, only to feel the sting of silence as the call abruptly ended. Her eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of hope and despair swirling within her. She clutched her phone, waiting for Oliver's name to light up the screen, but the seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity. Just as she contemplated surrendering to the weight of her emotions, the familiar ringtone shattered the stillness, igniting a flicker of hope amidst her heartache..

It was Tommy.

She picked it up. "Hello?"

"BECKY THANK GOD! sorry my phone died so I quickly went to Tommy to borrow his phone.” She sighed in relief. In a moment of sheer relief, Becky clutched the phone tightly, her heart racing as she heard Ollie's voice crackle through the line.

"Did you hear me Ollie?" She asked nervously.

"I did. Becky I love you more than anything else in the world. Can we talk properly once I come back from the trip and let me take you out okay? Like a proper date! You and me! No Tommy or Thea. Just you and me. Is that okay.” The tension melted away as he professed his love, igniting a spark of hope within her. The promise of a proper date, just the two of them, sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach, drowning out the earlier anxiety.

"Y-yes! *Sniffle* YES!!" Becky Allen smiled widely. "You should sleep now, you have to leave early tomorrow or well today i guess. Ollie goodnight. I'll see you in 2 weeks. I love you.."

"Goodnight. I love you too." As the call ended, leaving her with a mix of joy and longing, Becky couldn't help but smile through her tears.

The anticipation of their reunion in two weeks felt like a sweet eternity, each second stretching with the thrill of possibility. She whispered a soft "I love you" into the silence, her heart now a canvas painted with dreams of love and adventure. Her love was requited. She was so happy, she shrieked and fell back into bed.

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"Sarah, is this a good idea hun? Sarah!"

In a moment charged with emotion, Sarah stands at the crossroads of love and loyalty, her heart racing as she confesses her feelings to her mother. "Mom, I have to. Look Laurel and Oliver have always seemed as if they're happy but they're not. And I love Oliver mom. I don't want to hurt Laurel but all these years seeing them together hurt and I - I just need this. I love him." The weight of her decision hangs heavy in the air, a delicate balance between desire and the fear of betrayal. With a pleading gaze, she reveals the truth behind Laurel and Oliver's seemingly perfect relationship, igniting a spark of hope within her.

"I-i okay. Okay."

As her mother reluctantly agrees, Sarah's joy erupts like a burst of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. She quickly hugged her mother, "thank you, thank you so much mama!"

"Anything for you darling." She hugged back tightly.The embrace is a promise of support, a lifeline as she prepares to navigate the tumultuous waters of love. With her heart set on Oliver, Sarah is ready to risk it all, driven by a fierce determination to claim her happiness, no matter the cost.

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"Ready son? Let's go. Look at you, someone is looking very happy."

"Dad! I love Becky and I told her!" Oliver said, looking determined. His mother was behind his father and laughed softly. Thea giggled. And Henry Allen looked amused. "What?"

Tommy slid over and swung an arm over his shoulder, "because everyone knew since day one. They've been betting"

"WHAT??!!??"

"My darling daughter found out that we knew about her feelings and yours years ago. She just never said anything because she wanted you to make your own decision based on your own feelings. Not being forced or expected of it." Henry explained as he stepped forward and hugged Oliver. "I do expect you to love and cherish my girl. Okay?"

"Yes I promise!" He said smiling.

"Well this will make us brothers for real Henry! And Becky as my daughter! Now aren't I clever for already giving her 15% stock shares"

"That was overkill Robert"

"No it wasn't Henry dear. She is part of the family and we all knew this would happen. Robert you did brilliantly honey." Moira said confidently.

"YESSSS I'll finally get a cool sibling!"

"Heyyyyy!" Thea shoved her tongue out to Oliver.

With playful banter and affectionate teasing, the family revels in the excitement of new beginnings, solidifying bonds that have long been in the making.

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Laurel finds herself frozen in time, her heart racing as she rereads the haunting message from Oliver. The words echo in her mind, a chilling prelude to the conversation she dreads.

-I'm not sure about our relationship so could we talk after I come back? Please. I'm sorry.-

‘What was she going to do now? Oliver was going to break up with her. She knew it. She almost wished he wouldn't come back.’

With each line, the weight of impending heartbreak settles heavily on her chest, amplifying her fears of losing the love she thought was solid. As she grapples with the reality of his absence and the looming breakup, a sense of desperation washes over her, leaving her to question everything she believed about their future together.

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In a bittersweet farewell, Oliver clutches his phone, heart racing as he dials the number of his childhood friend, the girl who has unknowingly captured his heart. The sun sets behind him, casting a warm glow that mirrors the warmth of their shared memories. As her voice crackles through the line, he feels the weight of unspoken words and lingering glances, knowing this goodbye is not just a pause but a promise of longing.

"I'm going now. I'll see you soon, bee!"

"Bye Ollie. Take care."

"That's it?"

"Mm okay. I love you."

"Love you too"

Oliver stood on the deck of the yacht, heart racing. He had just said goodbye to his childhood friend, the girl who held his heart, her voice lingering in his mind like a sweet melody. The promise of adventure awaited him, but the ache of separation tugged at his soul, reminding him that distance could never diminish the love they shared. With his dad and Uncle Henry by his side, he took a deep breath, ready to embrace the journey ahead, yet yearning for the moment he could hold her close again.

“Now shall we go?” Robert asked as he walked further in the boat.

“Yes, let's!” Oliver exclaimed excitedly.

Henry chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over at the city. “See you soon honey!”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the tranquil waters, the sleek private yacht glided away from the bustling port of Starling City. Its polished hull shimmered like a jewel against the deepening blue, while the gentle breeze whispered promises of adventure. With sails unfurled and engines humming, the vessel charted a course towards the distant shores of China, where ancient mysteries and vibrant cultures awaited. Each wave that kissed the yacht's side seemed to echo the thrill of exploration, inviting its passengers to dream of the wonders that lay ahead.

A new adventure awaits.

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One phone call shatters the tranquility of Moira Queen's life 2 weeks after part of her family left on the yacht.

“Hello? Moira Queen speaking…. What? That's not possible! NOOOOOOO” Moira Queen loses feeling in her legs. She falls onto the chair behind her.

Moira Queen receives the devastating news that the Queen's Gambit has been lost to the unforgiving sea, taking with it her beloved husband, Robert, her dear friend, Henry Allen, and her cherished son, Oliver. The weight of grief crashes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and shattered. As memories flood her mind, the vibrant life they shared feels like a distant dream, now swallowed by the depths of despair. Moira stands at the edge of her world, grappling with an unbearable loss that threatens to consume her entirely.

Rebecca Allen, who saw Moira fall, runs towards her and holds her. “Aunty? What's wrong? Hello?”

Moira wails even more intensely in Becky’s arms.

“Queen mansion? What's the news-? AAAAAGHHHHHHHH” The phone slips from her grasp, crashing to the floor, echoing her anguished wail. As the reality sinks in, she hunches over, grappling with the loss of her father, uncle, and the love of her life, each gone in an instant, leaving her to navigate a dark and uncertain future. She stands at the precipice of despair, grappling with the devastating void left by the deaths of her father, uncle, and beloved Oliver. Each loss reverberates through her soul, as her father, her steadfast protector and the sole parent who nurtured her after her mother’s passing, is gone. The warmth of her uncle’s kindness now lingers only in memories, while Oliver, the man she envisioned sharing her future with, now lost to the depths of the sea, leaves a void that seems insurmountable

Moira embraces her back as they both succumb to their grief. The Grief that will follow them is a haunting specter that lingers in the shadows of the heart, a relentless tide that ebbs and flows, leaving behind remnants of sorrow and longing. It weaves through the fabric of everyday life, transforming mundane moments into poignant reminders of loss.