Hey guys, I know that there wasn't really a calendar on Lian Yu, and I know that we can all pretty much assume that every season was around a year with flashbacks, but in my story, between the time that the ship crash happened and the time Oliver saw Sara again on the Amazo, it was approximately eight months. I hope you enjoy.

4 Years Ago,

Oliver groaned as he leaned over in pain, clutching his stomach that felt as though it was on fire. Though that was nothing compared to the pain in his shoulder that was the result of the arrow he pulled out just a night before. He groaned again as Ivan kicked him in his stomach, making him go from kneeling to all fours. Ivan was explaining his "Genius" plan to Oliver, which of course he was mostly ignoring, when he noticed another person make their way into the room. When Oliver looked up, he was shocked silent when he noticed who it was. He was even more so when he noticed that this woman had a massive stomach that he was sure wasn't there eight months ago. He knows this because he was with this woman eight months ago, and he knew, he thought while he gulped, that he was the one who put it there. Oliver face was covered in shock and confusion as he looked up Sara who was shaking her head as if to tell him to not say anything.

"So, tell me Oliver, how did you get here? Don't tell me you came here on purpose," Ivan asked him.

"My boat was shipwrecked here, I was the only survivor," Oliver said while panting.

Oliver could see Sara's body relax a little at what he said, but all he could focus on was her stomach, and all he wanted to do was get her away from this horror of a place. Her and their child.

Present day…

"Moira we're going to be late if we don't leave now," Walter yelled as he stood at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't respond, so he let out an exasperated sigh and made his way up the stairs to their bedroom. He walked in expecting to see Moira rushing to put on makeup or changing her dress for the fifth time. What he saw though, was her sitting on the edge of the bed talking to someone on the phone as her eyes welled up with tears. Her hand was covering her mouth as she listened to the other speaker. When she noticed Walter, she gestured for him to sit beside her. As he made his way towards her, he tried to hear what the person on the other line was saying, but when he did, he stopped in his tracks and realized what had Moria so upset. "Is that…?" Walter asked, not able to say the name as he knew it was too painful for Moria to hear. She shook her head as she soaked in every word that Oliver was saying. Walter's heart clenched as he heard that though Oliver had survived, his father had died years before, meaning that Oliver was alone this entire time.

"Mom, I need to tell you something," he heard Oliver say through nervously.

"What is it Oliver?" Moira asked with nervousness also hinted in her voice, but only slightly like she was trying to hide it.

"Sarah, she was on the boat with me. She and I made it to the island together, and we… well before we crashed something happened between us and… she got pregnant. On the island, we we're the only ones there so we didn't really know what to do. She died a year after she gave birth from some kind of infection, but I have a daughter. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true and she somehow is still alive and mom, gosh I need you so much," Oliver cried through the phone. Neither Moira or Walter could believe what they were hearing. All the pain Oliver had been through in the last five years. Having to take care of a baby on an island by himself, with no experience and nothing to take care of the child with. It is too overwhelming for Moira, she is just so happy that he is alive, but all the things he went through, she wouldn't blame him if he had wished for death a few times. She couldn't breathe. It was as though someone had their hand rapped around her throat. She didn't get another breath until she heard Oliver's voice again.

"Mom, I have to go, but I will call you as soon as I get home. I love you."

"Oh, I love you too Oliver," Moira responded, staying on the phone even after the dial tone had been playing for a while. Walter slid it from her firm grasp and tossed it on the bed, then he gathered her in his arms and let her cry until she fell asleep in his arms.

A far way away on a fisherman's ship on the North China Sea, a man was holding his four-year-old daughter as she slept in his arms, his tears gently falling on her blond curls as he returned to a his old home as a stranger.

A stranger with a mission.

Hey guys, if you want me to continue, just leave a comment or private message. I have so many ideas if I get enough of a response to it. Have a wonderful day, Scruffy Palace .