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30 July 2008 @ 11:34 pm
Someone to Save You, ch. 4  
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 meant to have this up earlier, but I got kidnapped by Edward Cullen. I'll try to have another chapter to before Breaking Dawn comes out on Saturday. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to people other than me. Seriously.

Chapter Four

The first thing Chloe noticed when she woke was the smell. She unconsciously buried her nose into the pillow and inhaled the oh-so-good male scent. It had been a while since she was greeted with anything like that tantalizingly familiar scent. She’d given Jimmy the boot after she’d come back from rescuing Clark and her social life had been practically non-existent since. So why did the scent seem so familiar? Chloe forced her groggy mind to focus. The last thing she remembered was looking at plans and photographs with Oliver. Oh my god. Oliver. Hesitantly, Chloe opened her eyes and looked carefully around her. Yes, she was undoubtedly in Oliver’s room. In Oliver’s bed. Chloe reached out to her left slowly. The space next to her was empty. Chloe sighed and rolled her eyes, angry with herself. She knew Oliver better than that. He was nothing if not a gentleman. He’s probably out on the couch.

Ashamed of her erroneous presumption, Chloe threw the covers off and rolled out of bed. She padded to the bathroom to wash up as best she could. She needed to get back to Smallville. Lois was probably worried about her. Chloe knew that if she didn’t put in an appearance Lois would sic Clark, or worse the General, on her. Neither option sounded fun. Plus she really needed a change of clothes. Chloe finished toweling off her face and went to grab her shoes before walking out to the living room.

As soon as Chloe opened the bedroom door, the grateful smell of coffee and bacon flooded her senses. Chloe passed Oliver’s makeshift bed on her way to the kitchen. She frowned slightly at the sight. It was rude to force a billionaire to sleep on his couch.

“Morning,” Oliver said pleasantly as Chloe entered the kitchen.

“Morning,” Chloe replied sheepishly.

Oliver sensed her awkwardness. “You know what you need? Caffeine.” He handed her a green mug. “Here, just the way you like it.”

Chloe accepted the mug gratefully. “Thanks.” She took a sip. Perfect. “How did you know?”

“Know what?” Oliver asked as he flipped pancakes.

“How I like my coffee.”

He gave her a half smile. “I’m more observant than most people give me credit for,” he replied cryptically.

“I see. You cook as well?”

“Either that or I’m a very well-done android.”

Chloe laughed. Hard. She had to set her coffee down on the counter so she wouldn’t spill it. When she pulled herself together, she found Oliver staring at her. “What?” she asked curiously.

“I was wondering if I should consider a career change. Stand up comic maybe?”

Chloe reclaimed her coffee. “Oliver, I think you’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

“Thanks. Now go sit. It’s time for breakfast.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Chloe hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she had Oliver’s carefully prepared breakfast in front of her: scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes piled high just like her mother made when she was a kid. The pancakes were nearly as good as her mom’s too. Chloe examined Oliver out of the corner of her eye. There was so much about him that was a mystery. He came off as self-assured master of his fate, but Chloe suspected that the orphan he’d been lay dangerously close to the surface. In that moment Oliver looked worried, withdrawn and very, very alone.

“So where’s you learn to cook anyway? I doubt they taught it at Excelsior,” she ventured.

Oliver considered her question, wondering how much he could confide. He sat down his coffee and looked at her. “After my parents died, I was sent to live with my uncle Philip. He was charged with running Queen Industries until I came of age, so he didn’t have much time for me. He allowed my nanny, Maria, to stay with me. She taught me during my summer vacations. Basic stuff. I always complained. Not a skill I ever thought I’d need but Maria insisted. It’s come in handy though.” Especially when you’re alone on an island in the middle of nowhere, he thought.

Chloe could sense Oliver was holding something back, but decided that he’d tell her when he was ready. She smiled thoughtfully at him. “Maria sounds wonderful. You were lucky to have her.”

Oliver grinned. “Don’t I know it. I’ll have to introduce you sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

“You finished?”

“Yeah. I should get going. Lois has probably called the National Guard by now.”

Oliver’s face fell. “I was hoping we could finish going over those plans. It’s Saturday, Chloe, how worried could Lois be?”

Chloe arched an eyebrow. “We are talking about the same Lois Lane, right?”

Oliver nodded. “Right. Sorry.”

“Oliver, I know you’re worried about Lex. But we’ll get him. Give me a few hours to call off Lois and I’ll be back nose to the grindstone.”

“OK. Say hi to Clark for me.”

“Will do. Oh, and Oliver? Thanks for letting me stay. You really shouldn’t have.”

Oliver grinned that megawatt grin. “It was nothing, Chloe.”

True to her word, Chloe arrived at the penthouse a couple of hours later. She found Oliver pouring over a schematic of Luthorcorp.

“Find anything interesting?” Chloe asked as she threw her bag in an empty chair.

“How do you feel about formal wear?” Oliver asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

“This is a joke, right? What does formal wear have to do with taking down Lex? You planning on partying him to death?”

Oliver chuckled. “Nothing that elaborate.” He handed her a stack of files. “Look through these and tell me what you find.”

Chloe took the files and settled on the couch to read. At first glance the files appeared unrelated. There was a list of world-renown scientists, including two Nobel Prize winners, purchase orders, tax returns, and government memos. As Chloe examined the files closer, one name kept creeping up: Hephaestus. Hephaestus was the Greek god of technology and blacksmiths. He forged the gods’ weapons and Achilles’ armor. A feeling of dread filled Chloe’s stomach as she turned back to Oliver.

“He wants to turn Clark into a weapon,” Chloe said.

Oliver looked at her soberly. “It would appear so.” He was clutching the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles were white. “I always knew Lex was power hungry, but this…”

“I know, Oliver.”

Oliver took a deep breath and unclenched his hand. “We will stop him, Chloe. I promise.”

Chloe gave him a small smile. “Damn right we will. Now what was this about formal wear?”

Oliver turned back to his schematic. “As you undoubtedly noticed those files only go through Lex’s disappearance. We’ve got no intel past that point. But I know where it is.”


“Lex’s office at Luthorcorp.”

“Doesn’t that Tess Mercer person occupy that office now?”

“Yes, she does. But tonight she will be in the Luthorcorp lobby pressing the flesh with her investors.”

Chloe nodded in understanding. “The Luthorcorp Charity Ball.”

“Right in one.”

Chloe stood next to him and glanced over the plans. “So you want us to put in an appearance at the ball and have me sneak off to break into Lex’s office?”

“Correction. We’re breaking into Lex’s office. I’m not letting you wander the lion’s den alone.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Humor me, Chloe. Please. Otherwise Clark’ll have my head.”

“Has anyone told you that you’re insane?”

“Frequently. You in?”

“Just call me Mrs. Smith.”

Oliver laughed as he reached for his phone. “I’d take you over Angelina any day.”

Chloe blushed and averted her eyes. Oliver really needed to get out more. She glanced back at him as he snapped his phone shut. “Victor’s on his way.”

“Good. We’ll need him to monitor the Luthorcorp security while were inside.”

Oliver started to clean up the papers he had strewn across the desk. “I really don’t want to involve him though.”


Oliver didn’t look at her. “The fewer people that know the safer Clark will be.” The excuse sounded lame even to him, but it was better than flaunting his ordinary-ness in front of Chloe.

“Clark’s a big boy, you know. Plus the super powers thing.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Several pieces fell into place. “So that’s why you keep acting like you’ve got an arrow shoved up your ass. You’re jealous of Clark.”

Oliver remained silent as he shoved a sheaf of papers into a file.

“That’s it, isn’t it? I can’t believe billionaire Oliver Queen is jealous of a farm boy from Kansas.”

After a long pause, Oliver spoke. “Jealous is not the word I would use.”

“Well then what are you?”

Oliver turned to face her. “Look at me, Chloe. I’m just a guy. A normal human. I don’t have powers. Hell, the only thing I’ve got going for me is a talent for archery and above average hand-to-hand combat skills. How can I compete with him?”

“No one’s asking or expecting you to be Clark, Oliver. I can’t believe you’d sell yourself short like this. So what if you don’t have superpowers? You do real good in this world, Oliver. Both as Oliver Queen and as the Green Arrow. You inspire everyone around you to be better. Why do you think we’re all here? You’ve given us something to fight for, Oliver.”

Oliver stood there dumbfounded. He’d never thought about it that way before. Maybe Chloe was right. “Chloe, I…”

“You don’t have to say anything. Bucking up the wavering superhero comes with the gig. Now I believe we have a ball to get to.”

To be continued…

Current Location: Queen Industries
Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: Drinking Me Lonely - Chris Young
svgurl: chloesvgurl on July 31st, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)
Chloe for the win! I love how she told Oliver about all the good he does! Poor Ollie ... doubting what he does. At least he has Chloe to tell him otherwise!

I was really thrilled to see an update to this! I hope that Lex doesn't get his hands on Clark! His plan sounds creepy. And I'm very excited to see Chloe and Oliver at the formal ball.

Great work!
michellemtsu: Green Arrowmichellemtsu on July 31st, 2008 12:15 pm (UTC)
Lex and creepy kind of go together. Something tells me he'll fail miserably again. As for the ball, it was mostly an excuse to get Oliver in a tux, but they may run into a couple of reporters they know...
Genevieve: Chlollie smilesgen717 on July 31st, 2008 06:05 am (UTC)
I've been a bad reader. Just wanted to let you know that I've been reading and loving your story, and had to let you know. :) Can't wait to see the next chapter!
michellemtsu: Olliemichellemtsu on July 31st, 2008 11:50 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I'm having a blast writing it. Your stuff rocks too, btw. :)
Genevievegen717 on July 31st, 2008 11:59 am (UTC)
Aww.. thank you! Have you posted a link to the Chlollie community here? I was trying to think if I saw it there or not. chlollie

Your writing is wonderful, I love the banter between them. :)
michellemtsu: Olliemichellemtsu on July 31st, 2008 12:16 pm (UTC)
I haven't posted this to the comm yet. But I'm going to do that today!
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michellemtsu: Green Arrowmichellemtsu on August 1st, 2008 11:42 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you like it. I should have the next chapter up either today or tomorrow.