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05 January 2009 @ 06:38 am
Someone to Save You, ch. 8  
Title: Someone to Save You
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: Overall, NC-17. This chapter: PG-13.
Spoilers: Post Arctic. Includes minor season 8 spoilers.
Summary: Lex is back from the dead. Oliver is bound and determined to stop him from exposing Clark. But who is the Green Arrow really protecting? And how far will he go? Set post season 7. Chloe/Oliver, with hints of Clark/Lois.
Author's note: I'm back. It's been a long four months, sorry about that. School, work, writer's block from hell. Please accept this chapter with my humblest apologies. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. *is sad*

 

Chapter Eight

The water was warm. That was good. It meant he wouldn't die of hypothermia. The bad news was that he was treading water in an infrequently traveled part of the South Pacific. He wasn't sure how long he'd been at it. Three hours? Four? His watch had been lost some time during the storm; there was no way for him to know for sure. All he did know was that he and his friends had been thoroughly enjoying the maiden voyage of his new yacht, the Laura, when a sudden storm came crashing into them. His friends, Brian and Chris, were novice sailors and were little help in keeping the yacht upright in the rough seas. He'd done everything he could but a large wave crashed into the Laura and capsized her.

The next thing he knew he surfaced spitting and choking frantically trying to find something to hold on to. A large piece of what had been the deck floated closer and he grabbed it. As the storm blew away, the seas calmed. He kept drifting in and out of the consciousness. It wasn't until he felt water go up his nose that he realized his piece of deck had disappeared. He kicked furiously gulping down lungfuls of air as he surfaced. That had been hours ago. There was no sign of Brian or Chris, but he didn't have the energy to mourn them. He was too busy trying to stay above water. There was no sign of land nearby. His strength was failing. Soon he wouldn't be able to kick anymore. Then he would sink down and down letting the water fill his lungs as his vision faded into nothing but black…

Oliver woke with a start. He blinked rapidly trying to clear his head. He was covered in sweat and tangled up in his emerald sheets. As his breathing returned to normal, he glanced to his right. Miraculously, Chloe was sleeping peacefully. Her blonde hair was tousled and her limbs were slightly akimbo. A slight smile graced her face; clearly she was having a better dream than he'd had. Thankful that he hadn't woken her, Oliver disentangled himself and went to take a shower.

As he washed the salty sweat from his body, his thoughts drifted back to the dream. It had been accurate up to a point. He and a couple of his rich friends had been sailing in the South Pacific. There was a storm and the vessel had capsized. But instead of Oliver drowning in the middle of the South Pacific, he'd washed up on a deserted island. There he'd been forced to use his own ingenuity and strength of will to survive. He fashioned his own bows and arrows from the branches of trees and taught himself to shoot. It had taken him longer than he would ever admit, but he'd done it. In that time he'd changed. No longer was Oliver Queen the billionaire playboy who had time for anything besides his own amusement. He'd become a fighter, a survivor. From then on he understood what it was to scrounge for food, to keep a rudimentary roof over his head. He made a vow that if he ever got off that island he'd do everything in his power to make the world a better place. On that island the Green Arrow had been born.

Oliver stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He slung the towel around his hips as he emerged from the bathroom to fetch some clothes. Chloe was still asleep; he trod lightly so he wouldn't wake her. He wasn't quite ready to face her yet. Not after his display the night before. As he threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt he thought about what had happened. He was thoroughly ashamed of himself for breaking down like that. He wasn't a crier, never had been. He hadn't even cried when Maria told him that his parents' plane had crashed and they were never coming home. The fact that he'd broken down in front of Chloe made it that much worse. He couldn't fathom what she must think of him now. Some hero, Ollie. You nearly try and take out Lex and then cry like a baby. He glanced down at Chloe again. For all that she'd stayed with him. What did that mean?

Oliver shook his head. Quietly, he left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. He started coffee and fixed himself a bowl of cereal. As he waited for his coffee, he went out to the living room and found his phone. He dialed Victor's number.

"Hello?"

"Victor, get a hold of AC and Bart. League meeting this afternoon."

"This about the mission the other night?"

"Yeah, it is. It's about time you guys were brought up to speed."

"We'll be there."

Oliver disconnected and put the phone in his pocket. He picked up his cereal and steaming coffee mug and went out to the couch. As he ate his breakfast, he surveyed the mess. Papers were strewn everywhere. The laptop had been tossed haphazardly into the opposing chair. He knew his Green Arrow gear was in a similar state. He sighed. At least cleaning would give him something to do. He finished his cereal and took the bowl back to the kitchen. Then he went to tackle the remnants of Hurricane Oliver.

He tried to assemble the sheets into something like their original order, but it was impossible; he needed Chloe for that. So he concentrated on getting everything off the floor and furniture instead. He'd made considerable progress when Chloe emerged from the bedroom, still dressed in the clothes Oliver had lent her the night before and yawning loudly.

"Nice work, Oliver. You could teach the guys in the mail room a thing or two."

Oliver looked up, papers clutched in his fist. "Morning."

Chloe glanced at the clock. It was only ten. "Feels later than that," she said, indicating the clock. "How long have you been awake?"

Oliver shrugged. "Long enough to eat breakfast and start cleaning up."

"You should have woken me."

"You need your beauty sleep more than I do."

"You seem to do pretty well without it. It's not fair."

Oliver chuckled. It was nice to know that their banter had survived the events of the previous night. "Are you saying that I should let myself go?"

Chloe walked toward him, appraisingly. She stopped in front of him and smiled. "I don't think the world is ready for that just yet." Then she stood on her tip toes and kissed Oliver's cheek. "Neither am I."

Oliver's skin tingled where she'd kissed him. He could feel the blood rushing into his cheeks. Before he could comment though, Chloe noticed the half empty coffee cup.

"Tell me you made enough for two."

Oliver swallowed. "Sure. Help yourself."

Chloe practically ran for the kitchen. Oliver took a deep breath trying to regain his composure. Where had that come from? Whatever it was it had thrown him for a loop. Things had suddenly gotten a hell of a lot more confusing. Snap out of it, Oliver. He looked down at the papers still clutched in his hand. Lex. Clark. Concentrate on the mission. Oliver went back to his paper gathering mission, finishing just as Chloe emerged with a steaming cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal. She settled in the on the now clean couch to enjoy her breakfast. She watched as Oliver wordlessly headed to the Arrow room to continue his self-appointed cleaning duties. She thought for a second about following him, but decided to give him some space. A lot had happened in the last twenty-four hours and they both needed a few minutes to get their heads screwed on right.

Chloe finished her cereal and picked up her coffee. She looked around the mostly clean penthouse. For all the time she spent there, she'd never really taken a good look around. There was always some urgent League business to deal with or a fight to break up. She loved the boys, but they could act like such children. Chloe sighed. No time like the present, she thought. Holding her coffee mug in both hands, Chloe wandered over to the long row of book shelves. As she scanned the titles, she couldn't help but be impressed. Oliver had everything from The Canterbury Tales to The Untouchables. Chloe couldn't help but grin when she saw what appeared to be every book on Robin Hood ever printed. Well, he certainly had his own band of merry men. And Lex definitely fit in the role of the Sheriff. So what did that make her? Marian?

Shaking away that thought, Chloe turned toward Oliver's glass desk. The blotter was covered with folders and memos from Queen Industries. There was a half written email on the screen of his laptop. Completing the billionaire industrialist's desk were two large photographs. One showed a handsome couple and their young son out in front of a large yacht. Judging by the fashion the picture was probably taken in the early 80s. Chloe stared at the picture for a long minute. Oliver's parents. It had to be. The Queens looked happy, like they didn't have a care in the world. Chloe glanced up toward the Arrow room; Oliver was still straightening up. As she looked back down at the pictures, she focused on the other, which sat immediately to the left of the Queens. To her surprise she saw herself as well as Bart, Victor, AC and Clark. They were gathered around the television watching Bart and Victor play Guitar Hero. Chloe laughed to herself. She remembered that day. The guys had returned from a particularly grueling mission. Bart kept complaining loudly about how hungry he was. Victor threw something at him and the next thing Chloe knew they were wrestling on the floor. Clark broke it up and suggested a more civilized option: Guitar Hero. While Chloe ordered in some Chinese, the boys dueled one another. It was a fun night. She'd had no idea that Oliver had snapped a picture.

"They're a bunch of goofballs, aren't they?"

Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oliver! Don't do that!"

Oliver grinned. "Sorry. But tell me; am I as good at that as Clark?"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "You nearly give me a heart attack and that's what you want to know? You're not getting any ego boosts from me, Queen."

Oliver's grin widened. "Oh, I think I just did, Sidekick."

Chloe sat down her empty mug and sighed. "So what did you really want? Or are we going to banter each other to death?"

Oliver sobered immediately. "The guys are on their way in. I want to get them briefed so we can hit Lex's lab tonight."

"Tonight? You sure?"

"Definitely. The longer we wait…"

"The more time Lex has to hatch his evil plot. I know." Chloe paused. "Should we tell Clark?"

"Chloe, by the end of the night Lex's scheme will be history. Clark's got his own job to do. We can handle this."

Chloe shifted her weight uncomfortably. "I don't like keeping things from him, Ollie."

"I don't either, Chlo, but I really think it's for the best."

Chloe sighed. "I hope so. Well, I should probably change before the rest of the League gets here."

"You should."

But then just like that night outside Chloe's apartment, a voice demanded that he do something, anything, just so long as she didn't walk away. As she turned to go, Oliver reached out and grabbed her wrist. Chloe looked up at him questioningly. He took a step closer so that they were only centimeters apart. Oliver cradled her cheek with his free hand. He saw the recognition of what he was about to do in her eyes. He gathered his courage and lowered his lips to hers. When he pulled away, Chloe moaned in protest. She wasted no time pulling him back down and kissed him fiercely. Oliver picked her up and sat her on the desk, knocking her empty mug to the floor with a crash. He stood between her legs and resumed her assault on her lips. They were so wrapped up in each other that neither heard the elevator doors open nor saw who stepped out.

Lois couldn't believe her eyes. She stood frozen, blinking her eyes several times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. The image before her didn't change. Her cousin and her ex were practically inhaling each other. Lois shook her head violently. No. This wasn't happening. Chloe promised. Hell, Oliver promised. How could they do this to her? Tears welled up but she blinked them away. No, she wasn't going to cry. Those traitors didn't deserve her tears. She'd come to Oliver's to see if he knew where Chloe was; Lois had been worried. Turned out there was no need. Lois cleared her throat loudly.

Oliver looked up in surprise. His face was flushed, his breath heavy. He stared dumbly at Lois. Chloe turned in horror and saw her cousin standing quietly in the middle of the penthouse. Lois was clearly furious. Chloe opened her mouth to say…well she didn't know what to say, but she couldn't stand the look on Lois' face. Unfortunately, Lois didn't want to hear anything either of them had to say.

"Don't bother, Chloe. I get it. Why stay with nice, dependable Jimmy when you could have a billionaire? I'll just let you two get back to your…whatever you were doing." With that, Lois turned on her heel and vanished inside the elevator.

Chloe struggled out of Oliver's grasp intending on going after her. Oliver, however, stopped her.

"Let me go, Oliver."

"I don't think Lois wants to see either of us right now, Chloe."

"Oliver…"

"What would you say? What could you say? A couple of days ago we told her there was nothing going on between us."

Chloe looked down uncomfortably. "But there wasn't then. We weren't lying."

"Do you really think Lois will believe that?"

Chloe's face fell. "No, I guess not."

Oliver placed his index finger under Chloe's chin and tipped her face up. "It'll be okay. Just give her a chance to cool off. We'll talk to her soon. Together."

"I really think I should talk to her alone, Oliver."

Oliver had a sinking feeling. Oh god, please tell me she doesn't regret this…

Chloe saw the worried look in Oliver's eyes. She took his hand and squeezed. "Don't worry; it's not what you're thinking. I'm just trying to protect you from Lois' wrath."

Oliver smiled in relief. "Protecting me, Sidekick? I think I can take care of myself."

"We'll see about that, Queen."

Oliver looked up at the clock. The boys would be there any minute. Chloe followed his gaze; saw the time. With a nod, she headed back to the bedroom. Ten minutes later Oliver called the briefing to order.

"Alright guys, here's the deal…"

To be continued…

 

 

 
 
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Genevievegen717 on January 6th, 2009 03:13 am (UTC)
This story continues to be great and I'm glad you've continued with it! Hope to see more soon. :)
michellemtsu: Chlollie - Arrowsmichellemtsu on January 6th, 2009 04:45 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm about halfway through the next chapter, looks like my muse has returned! Yay!
svgurl: chlollie happysvgurl on January 9th, 2009 03:47 am (UTC)
I'm so glad that you're back to this story! And what a great chapter.

I love the way that you include the team. They're so cute. Victor and Bart playing Guitar Hero cracked me up. What a great image.

Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oliver! Don't do that!"

Oliver grinned. "Sorry. But tell me; am I as good at that as Clark?"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "You nearly give me a heart attack and that's what you want to know? You're not getting any ego boosts from me, Queen."


The dialogue was adorable.

And yay! They kissed! But Lois saw ... I'm torn! I love her ... I don't want her to be angry or sad.

Hopefully she'll listen to Chloe and everything will be okay.

Wonderful job!
michellemtsu: Chlollie - Arrowsmichellemtsu on January 9th, 2009 04:09 am (UTC)
I think Lois'll be alright. She's got Clark! ;) Glad you liked it!