Oneshot: once a daycare mama always a daycare mama (Smallville)
Chloe’s ideal job - or: Once a day care mama, always a day care mama
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: g
Genre: humour, challenge
Characters/Pairings: Chloe, AC, Oliver, Bart, Victor, a bunch of kids, hints of chlollie and chlart
Short summary: “That’s it I quit!”
Any warnings: None…
Disclaimer: SV and its characters are not mine, I only write fan fiction.
A/N: This is my entry for the challenge!!! Yay… sleepy now… Oh! I do know that Ollie seems a little OOC and the boys too… but this fic really isn’t supposed to be taken seriously… it is a comedy!
A/N2: Anyone ever watch Sponge-bob Squarepants? Well there is a retired hero called ‘Mermaid man’… that was little ‘fish-boy’s costume.
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“That’s it! I quit!” said Chloe Sullivan while storming out of the Clock tower. Behind her a distressed Oliver, a food covered Bart and an absolutely wet AC were trying to keep up with her.
Bart to enlighten the situation noted jokingly “You can’t really quit since you’re not really employed…”
She came to an abrupt stop, making Oliver stop right behind her, with Bart and AC running into him. They all cowered at her fury. “Exactly! Why, tell me, should I keep mothering you people, clean up Barts and ACs mess, and work as Watchtower when YOU” and here she pointed her index finger at Oliver, then jabbed it into his chest with every other word to emphasize her point “won’t” poke “put” poke “me” stab “officially” stab “on your paycheck?” Here she stopped her pointing, and glared at the billionaire.
“Right, see… I think we had this conversation already before… I would need to employ you for Queen Industries as a cover. And you know much better than that! Clark and Lois would know right away that you are still doing side jobs for me… and our big-red-blur does not want you to associate with us in that way…!”
Chloe halted Oliver with one of her glares that let even the boys behind him take cover behind their usually fearless leader. “No dental plan, no work check, no coffee brakes, no watchtower!” and with that Chloe turned around and continued her proud and show-worthy exit.
~ * ~
This is only temporary… this is only temporary… In three days you’ll have a better job… until then try to bear it! Thought Chloe as another child had used a plastic ball to aim at her.
She tried her best not to have any negative feelings toward the little blond boy who had somehow gotten a group of three other kids to form an alliance to annoy her. It was currently the ‘hit the blond caretaker with anything’ game that they were playing. There was something about that blond boy that just didn’t agree with Chloe.
And the fact that the blond boy was currently wearing a green ‘robin hood’ costume and trying to shoot his plastic arrows at her, did not remind her of someone… well it did, but that really wasn’t the reason why Chloe was so irritated with him. It really was the fact that the kid had somehow figured out by himself how to shoot the arrows that accompanied his costume correctly, reaching a distance of three meters. And apparently that was all it took to be able for the sponge tipped arrows to hit its mark every time the little kid fired another of those plastic arrows.
His target was just like that of his friends, or little evil friends how Chloe liked to think of them after having found out about their game, her. She was the target.
Ponk. Ball number forty three, counted Chloe after having been hit by another plastic ball.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Give that back…. It’s mine!!!” cried the boy who was dressed as a male mermaid from another corner of the room. Chloe dreaded to look, and see what the cause was for the little boy to cry. Well, beside the obvious reason, of his parents being cruel enough to dress up a boy in a male mermaid costume. Another reason might be all the other children calling him ‘mermaid-man’ while pointing and laughing…
When she did look, Chloe saw that he and another little boy, who was dressed up as the tin man from ‘the wizard of oz’, were currently fighting over a rather ancient looking game-boy. The little ‘tin-boy’, as she had dubbed the boy, was shaking his head vigorously while holding on to the machine with all his might. Little ‘fish-boy’, as Chloe budded the other boy, was trying to pry it out of the other boys grasp.
“Noooo!!! You gave this to me! It’s mine now!!” cried ‘tin-boy’. Chloe sighed. She really hated working at the day-care centre. She hadn’t expected it to be so much work. In the advertisement nothing of the real horror of children had been mentioned. And she stupidly had believed that the money would have been easily made there. Right! Even if they did pay quite a sum…
Tonk. Arrow number twenty five.
“I win! I win!” cried out a little boy dressed in all red. His parents hadn’t known that today was costume day at the care-centre and improvised by making him wear a red pair of trousers to his already red t-shirt. Then they had gotten a yellow belt and yellow shoes and told him that his costume was the new super-hero red-yellow-fast.
“That’s not fair!” cried a girl with long blond curls in two pigtails. She was followed by the only brunet boy in the bunch. As far as Chloe could tell the little blond girl and the brunet were friends, while both always tried to rival the ‘all-red’ boy whenever it came to a game of ‘run-around-insert-object-here’. “I am just as fast! So I should win too!” she cried stubbornly.
Chloe shook her head. The noise level was just too much for her.
Tonk. Arrow number twenty six.
She retreated into one of the corners. She just wanted five minutes of peace. That was when she found the little red haired boy playing with his warrior angel action figure. From all the children Chloe had seen today, and she had seen many, little ‘red-head’ was the shyest.
His father had dropped him off the earliest and had not cared about the fact that today was ‘costume day’ at the care centre. Instead he had given him five dollars and told him to buy something sweet from one of the vending machines. She had felt sorry for the kid, because she could only imagine this cold and arrogant behavior of the father would continue at home as well.
She hesitated at first, but then decided to go and sit next to the child anyway when another ball - number …, darn forgot the number… - hit her in the back.
“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Chloe.
The little boy just shrugged and continued to play on. Chloe sighed and said “I’m just trying to get a little time out … I won’t bother you much…”
The boy shrugged again and continued playing. From where Chloe was sitting, she could still see the room and its occupants.
The blond boy and his band of evil underlings had decided that a sitting Chloe was not an interesting target, and was now busy firing arrows at ‘red-yellow-fast’ and his two friends.
But as far as Chloe could tell the little ‘all-red’ boy was seeing this as a new game to prove just how fast he could be and was trying to dodge the arrows, while the blond and brunet kids where imitating him to prove that they were just as fast.
‘Fish-boy’ and ‘tin-boy’ had stopped their fighting, and were now both playing with a board game. As they were sitting together like that, she couldn’t help but get the feeling like these children were reminding her of someone… but she just couldn’t put her finger on it… who was it that these children reminded her of…?
Hmmm… she sighed heavily.
“You know,” said the little red haired boy next to her, without lifting his head “you did last longer than all the new caretakers before you.”
Chloe chuckled and replied “Thanks, I had some practice before that…” As she told the boy that, a picture of her boys - Oliver, AC, Bart and Victor - popped into her mind.
Chloe remembered the first day she had knocked on Oliver’s doors when the marriage between her and Jimmy hadn’t work out quite the way she hoped it would. She remembered her boys practically doing everything for her in her vulnerable state.
And she remembered not wanting to go back to ISIS or being a reporter because others had taken that job already. Because being a councilor at the ISIS foundation or a reporter at the Daily Planet wasn’t her destiny anymore. Instead she had taken over the role of watchtower for Oliver’s marry band of pro-active super-heroes.
Only problem that she had encountered was that the boys started taking her for granted. They started to slack off with their home duties, and always put the ‘woman work’ i.e. cleaning and cooking to her. At the end Chloe had really felt more like a kindergarten-aunty than part of the league.
So when she had returned yesterday from a research ‘fieldtrip’ and found the penthouse in chaos - Bart having created a mess in the kitchen which she had spent a torturing three hours cleaning and on top of that AC having played water park in Oliver’s training area - something had snapped inside of Chloe and she had announced to Oliver that she was quitting.
Truth was that Chloe hadn’t meant it. Yes she needed a time out from them, holidays and maybe even a real paycheck instead of the material goods that Oliver gave her, but she had never really meant to quit permanently.
She sighed heavily again.
“If you don’t really like working here, then just quit.” said the boy finally looking up at her.
Chloe stunned stuttered out “I … I like working … here… Who said that I didn’t like working here?”
“It’s ok… Just go back to what you really want to. No one will be angry with you!” That was when he turned back to playing with his action figure.
“Wow. You’re really good. How old are you again?” asked Chloe stunned at the insight that boy showed.
Instead of answering the little red haired boy just shrugged and continued on playing.
~ * ~
Chloe did quit her job at the care centre after only one day. But to her surprise her now ex-boss had been surprised that she had lasted a whole day.
She wasn’t really sure what to do now. Should she go back to the boys, or look for something else to work as… she just hoped that she would soon know, because going through live plan less as she was doing at the moment just wasn’t very clever.
~ * ~
“Chloe, we’re really sorry. Please come back to us!” begged Oliver Queen while making one of the most adorable faces she had ever seen. He probably learned that form Clark, thought Chloe.
“Oliver, it’s been two and a half days… You can’t be that desperate already?” said Chloe seemingly uninterested in the conversation.
Secretly, on the other hand, she was very pleased and happy that her boys needed her just as much as she needed them. And apparently even more, guessing from the way Oliver was looking at her, while Bart was pouting because AC wouldn’t let him go after Bart had refused to step back from the hug he had given Chloe when she opened the door. AC had to drag him away from her.
Victor was also with them. He was always the more mature of the bunch, so it was no wonder that he wasn’t over reacting at all like the rest. But Chloe did notice that even Victor seemed nervous.
That was when Bart cried out. “Do something. She’ll leave us for good just because we’ve been as bad as the photo-guy!”
What?
It was Victor who took action and tried to calm Bart down. “Hey, we talked about this already yesterday. No one is leaving anyone! Chloe wants to get paid for her hard work and that is fair. Oliver is willing to do anything it takes for her to return… Right Ollie?” asked Victor with a stern glare.
When Oliver only nodded Victor became a little less tense. “Good! And Chloe here is willing to come back if her demands are met, right Chlo?” asked Victor by addressing her. This time it was Chloe’s turn to nod. “Good!” announced Victor, then turned to AC and Bart. “But just so you know, Chloe’s job description doesn’t mention cleaning up after you people. And that means you’ll do all the house cores yourself again! No slacking off… you hear me?”
AC and Bart only looked at Chloe, then back at Victor and nodded in agreement. Victor turned back to Chloe and said this time “Watchtower, please do come back. The boss has been a mess without you. And frankly I missed the only other coffee drinking one in the bunch…”
Chloe stared at the men in front of her. Then a smile started to light her stunned face. She chuckled as she nodded, and it turned into a full blown laughter when an ecstatic Bart had somehow gotten free of AC’s hold and launched himself at her.
~ * ~
Yeah sure… sometimes she still did feel like a kindergarten aunty… especially at the times when ‘her boys’ would start fighting over silly matters with one another… but those were her boys. And she was their watchtower.
She was Oliver’s sidekick. Bart’s ‘not so secret’ crush. AC’s fish-joke-less friend and ally against all other fish and meat eaters. And Victors best and coffee drinking buddy.
As far as she was concerned she had the best job there was. It was made for her…
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: g
Genre: humour, challenge
Characters/Pairings: Chloe, AC, Oliver, Bart, Victor, a bunch of kids, hints of chlollie and chlart
Short summary: “That’s it I quit!”
Any warnings: None…
Disclaimer: SV and its characters are not mine, I only write fan fiction.
A/N: This is my entry for the challenge!!! Yay… sleepy now… Oh! I do know that Ollie seems a little OOC and the boys too… but this fic really isn’t supposed to be taken seriously… it is a comedy!
A/N2: Anyone ever watch Sponge-bob Squarepants? Well there is a retired hero called ‘Mermaid man’… that was little ‘fish-boy’s costume.
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“That’s it! I quit!” said Chloe Sullivan while storming out of the Clock tower. Behind her a distressed Oliver, a food covered Bart and an absolutely wet AC were trying to keep up with her.
Bart to enlighten the situation noted jokingly “You can’t really quit since you’re not really employed…”
She came to an abrupt stop, making Oliver stop right behind her, with Bart and AC running into him. They all cowered at her fury. “Exactly! Why, tell me, should I keep mothering you people, clean up Barts and ACs mess, and work as Watchtower when YOU” and here she pointed her index finger at Oliver, then jabbed it into his chest with every other word to emphasize her point “won’t” poke “put” poke “me” stab “officially” stab “on your paycheck?” Here she stopped her pointing, and glared at the billionaire.
“Right, see… I think we had this conversation already before… I would need to employ you for Queen Industries as a cover. And you know much better than that! Clark and Lois would know right away that you are still doing side jobs for me… and our big-red-blur does not want you to associate with us in that way…!”
Chloe halted Oliver with one of her glares that let even the boys behind him take cover behind their usually fearless leader. “No dental plan, no work check, no coffee brakes, no watchtower!” and with that Chloe turned around and continued her proud and show-worthy exit.
~ * ~
This is only temporary… this is only temporary… In three days you’ll have a better job… until then try to bear it! Thought Chloe as another child had used a plastic ball to aim at her.
She tried her best not to have any negative feelings toward the little blond boy who had somehow gotten a group of three other kids to form an alliance to annoy her. It was currently the ‘hit the blond caretaker with anything’ game that they were playing. There was something about that blond boy that just didn’t agree with Chloe.
And the fact that the blond boy was currently wearing a green ‘robin hood’ costume and trying to shoot his plastic arrows at her, did not remind her of someone… well it did, but that really wasn’t the reason why Chloe was so irritated with him. It really was the fact that the kid had somehow figured out by himself how to shoot the arrows that accompanied his costume correctly, reaching a distance of three meters. And apparently that was all it took to be able for the sponge tipped arrows to hit its mark every time the little kid fired another of those plastic arrows.
His target was just like that of his friends, or little evil friends how Chloe liked to think of them after having found out about their game, her. She was the target.
Ponk. Ball number forty three, counted Chloe after having been hit by another plastic ball.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Give that back…. It’s mine!!!” cried the boy who was dressed as a male mermaid from another corner of the room. Chloe dreaded to look, and see what the cause was for the little boy to cry. Well, beside the obvious reason, of his parents being cruel enough to dress up a boy in a male mermaid costume. Another reason might be all the other children calling him ‘mermaid-man’ while pointing and laughing…
When she did look, Chloe saw that he and another little boy, who was dressed up as the tin man from ‘the wizard of oz’, were currently fighting over a rather ancient looking game-boy. The little ‘tin-boy’, as she had dubbed the boy, was shaking his head vigorously while holding on to the machine with all his might. Little ‘fish-boy’, as Chloe budded the other boy, was trying to pry it out of the other boys grasp.
“Noooo!!! You gave this to me! It’s mine now!!” cried ‘tin-boy’. Chloe sighed. She really hated working at the day-care centre. She hadn’t expected it to be so much work. In the advertisement nothing of the real horror of children had been mentioned. And she stupidly had believed that the money would have been easily made there. Right! Even if they did pay quite a sum…
Tonk. Arrow number twenty five.
“I win! I win!” cried out a little boy dressed in all red. His parents hadn’t known that today was costume day at the care-centre and improvised by making him wear a red pair of trousers to his already red t-shirt. Then they had gotten a yellow belt and yellow shoes and told him that his costume was the new super-hero red-yellow-fast.
“That’s not fair!” cried a girl with long blond curls in two pigtails. She was followed by the only brunet boy in the bunch. As far as Chloe could tell the little blond girl and the brunet were friends, while both always tried to rival the ‘all-red’ boy whenever it came to a game of ‘run-around-insert-object-here’. “I am just as fast! So I should win too!” she cried stubbornly.
Chloe shook her head. The noise level was just too much for her.
Tonk. Arrow number twenty six.
She retreated into one of the corners. She just wanted five minutes of peace. That was when she found the little red haired boy playing with his warrior angel action figure. From all the children Chloe had seen today, and she had seen many, little ‘red-head’ was the shyest.
His father had dropped him off the earliest and had not cared about the fact that today was ‘costume day’ at the care centre. Instead he had given him five dollars and told him to buy something sweet from one of the vending machines. She had felt sorry for the kid, because she could only imagine this cold and arrogant behavior of the father would continue at home as well.
She hesitated at first, but then decided to go and sit next to the child anyway when another ball - number …, darn forgot the number… - hit her in the back.
“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Chloe.
The little boy just shrugged and continued to play on. Chloe sighed and said “I’m just trying to get a little time out … I won’t bother you much…”
The boy shrugged again and continued playing. From where Chloe was sitting, she could still see the room and its occupants.
The blond boy and his band of evil underlings had decided that a sitting Chloe was not an interesting target, and was now busy firing arrows at ‘red-yellow-fast’ and his two friends.
But as far as Chloe could tell the little ‘all-red’ boy was seeing this as a new game to prove just how fast he could be and was trying to dodge the arrows, while the blond and brunet kids where imitating him to prove that they were just as fast.
‘Fish-boy’ and ‘tin-boy’ had stopped their fighting, and were now both playing with a board game. As they were sitting together like that, she couldn’t help but get the feeling like these children were reminding her of someone… but she just couldn’t put her finger on it… who was it that these children reminded her of…?
Hmmm… she sighed heavily.
“You know,” said the little red haired boy next to her, without lifting his head “you did last longer than all the new caretakers before you.”
Chloe chuckled and replied “Thanks, I had some practice before that…” As she told the boy that, a picture of her boys - Oliver, AC, Bart and Victor - popped into her mind.
Chloe remembered the first day she had knocked on Oliver’s doors when the marriage between her and Jimmy hadn’t work out quite the way she hoped it would. She remembered her boys practically doing everything for her in her vulnerable state.
And she remembered not wanting to go back to ISIS or being a reporter because others had taken that job already. Because being a councilor at the ISIS foundation or a reporter at the Daily Planet wasn’t her destiny anymore. Instead she had taken over the role of watchtower for Oliver’s marry band of pro-active super-heroes.
Only problem that she had encountered was that the boys started taking her for granted. They started to slack off with their home duties, and always put the ‘woman work’ i.e. cleaning and cooking to her. At the end Chloe had really felt more like a kindergarten-aunty than part of the league.
So when she had returned yesterday from a research ‘fieldtrip’ and found the penthouse in chaos - Bart having created a mess in the kitchen which she had spent a torturing three hours cleaning and on top of that AC having played water park in Oliver’s training area - something had snapped inside of Chloe and she had announced to Oliver that she was quitting.
Truth was that Chloe hadn’t meant it. Yes she needed a time out from them, holidays and maybe even a real paycheck instead of the material goods that Oliver gave her, but she had never really meant to quit permanently.
She sighed heavily again.
“If you don’t really like working here, then just quit.” said the boy finally looking up at her.
Chloe stunned stuttered out “I … I like working … here… Who said that I didn’t like working here?”
“It’s ok… Just go back to what you really want to. No one will be angry with you!” That was when he turned back to playing with his action figure.
“Wow. You’re really good. How old are you again?” asked Chloe stunned at the insight that boy showed.
Instead of answering the little red haired boy just shrugged and continued on playing.
~ * ~
Chloe did quit her job at the care centre after only one day. But to her surprise her now ex-boss had been surprised that she had lasted a whole day.
She wasn’t really sure what to do now. Should she go back to the boys, or look for something else to work as… she just hoped that she would soon know, because going through live plan less as she was doing at the moment just wasn’t very clever.
~ * ~
“Chloe, we’re really sorry. Please come back to us!” begged Oliver Queen while making one of the most adorable faces she had ever seen. He probably learned that form Clark, thought Chloe.
“Oliver, it’s been two and a half days… You can’t be that desperate already?” said Chloe seemingly uninterested in the conversation.
Secretly, on the other hand, she was very pleased and happy that her boys needed her just as much as she needed them. And apparently even more, guessing from the way Oliver was looking at her, while Bart was pouting because AC wouldn’t let him go after Bart had refused to step back from the hug he had given Chloe when she opened the door. AC had to drag him away from her.
Victor was also with them. He was always the more mature of the bunch, so it was no wonder that he wasn’t over reacting at all like the rest. But Chloe did notice that even Victor seemed nervous.
That was when Bart cried out. “Do something. She’ll leave us for good just because we’ve been as bad as the photo-guy!”
What?
It was Victor who took action and tried to calm Bart down. “Hey, we talked about this already yesterday. No one is leaving anyone! Chloe wants to get paid for her hard work and that is fair. Oliver is willing to do anything it takes for her to return… Right Ollie?” asked Victor with a stern glare.
When Oliver only nodded Victor became a little less tense. “Good! And Chloe here is willing to come back if her demands are met, right Chlo?” asked Victor by addressing her. This time it was Chloe’s turn to nod. “Good!” announced Victor, then turned to AC and Bart. “But just so you know, Chloe’s job description doesn’t mention cleaning up after you people. And that means you’ll do all the house cores yourself again! No slacking off… you hear me?”
AC and Bart only looked at Chloe, then back at Victor and nodded in agreement. Victor turned back to Chloe and said this time “Watchtower, please do come back. The boss has been a mess without you. And frankly I missed the only other coffee drinking one in the bunch…”
Chloe stared at the men in front of her. Then a smile started to light her stunned face. She chuckled as she nodded, and it turned into a full blown laughter when an ecstatic Bart had somehow gotten free of AC’s hold and launched himself at her.
~ * ~
Yeah sure… sometimes she still did feel like a kindergarten aunty… especially at the times when ‘her boys’ would start fighting over silly matters with one another… but those were her boys. And she was their watchtower.
She was Oliver’s sidekick. Bart’s ‘not so secret’ crush. AC’s fish-joke-less friend and ally against all other fish and meat eaters. And Victors best and coffee drinking buddy.
As far as she was concerned she had the best job there was. It was made for her…