Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown VI - Private Chats
New Chlollie story in the House, people! And I've been trying to post it for the last 48 hours. A pox on all LJ Gremlins and Hackers, Grrr!!! *shakes puny fist at them*
Anyway, story is all done, but because LJ's fragile at the moment and wilting under the we
This one’s for birthday girl laurelnola , who got me into Chlollie long before the show got a freaking clue. Happy Birthday, Dawnie! You were way ahead of the game, hun. *huggles* :-)
Enjoy. Oh, and it's a oneshot, so no evil cliffies! :-P
Inspired by sxymami0909’s Watchtower Playlist. Thanks, Cori! :-)
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown VI - Private Chats
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie; 6th Book in the Beauty in the Breakdown Series
Rating: PG-13/Soft R
Warnings: Oliver Queen does not appear in this story - not physically, anyway. But he is the subject of the conversation and, as always, has a lasting impact and makes a great impression. :-)
Timeline: Six months after BITB V: Feeling Good
Summary: Snooping ears overhear a private conversation, and get the (very) wrong end of the stick.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC comics and the CW network.
Feedback: Hit me wit' it!!!
Author's Cheeky Note: Like Dawnie's wee Bun in the Oven, This story wasn't planned AT ALL (busted!!!) But like any new baby, it's a lovely surprise and a very welcome addition to the BITB Family. :-)
The series will now consist of 8 stories rather than 7. That can only be a good thing. ;-)
***
You’re the reason I smile on my own
You’re the reason I can carry on
You’re the reason I feel happiness inside…yes
You’re the reason I sleep peacefully at night
You’re the reason I carry on…yes, I carry on
- Sonique, You’re the Reason
Private Chats
"Thanks for coming over, Chloe," said Lois as Chloe walked into the Talon and shut the door behind her. "I know it's very short notice, but we really need to talk to you."
Chloe returned her cousin's warm hug, wondering vaguely what all the fuss was about. Oliver was away on a business trip all week, and initially she thought maybe Lois was taking advantage of his absence to schedule some much-neglected Girly Time. However, when her cousin had mentioned that Clark also wanted to speak with her, the alarm bells had gone off in her head.
Clark wanting to talk was never a good thing. And true to form, he was standing on the other side of the room, observing her with a grave expression.
"I got the distinct impression I was being summoned," Chloe replied with a wry smile. "What have I done?"
Lois shook her head. "It's not something you've done, it's..." she glanced at Clark and sighed. "You'd better sit down, hun. Can I get you a glass of water?"
Chloe stubbornly folded her arms. "Water would be nice, but I'd actually rather stand."
A look of alarm crept into Lois's eyes. "Chloe, you should really sit down for this…"
"Is Dad alright?" she interrupted, fear seeping into her heart.
"He's fine, Chloe - everyone's fine. It's nothing like that."
Chloe sighed in relief. " Then what is it?"
Lois swallowed. "This is kind of hard to say...and I really wish I didn't have to break it to you like this, but-"
"Oliver's cheating on you," Clark supplied bluntly.
Chloe smiled and shook her head. "Oliver would never do that."
"I'm afraid it's true," Lois said softly. "You know I'd never say something like that if it wasn't true, Chloe."
Chloe shook her head again. "Oliver isn't cheating on me," she insisted serenely.
"He is," Clark said again with conviction. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but-"
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Clark," Chloe said evenly. "I know Oliver. He's not a cheat."
Clark sighed and shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid we have proof, Chloe," he replied. “Definitive proof.”
Chloe shrugged and sat down on the sofa casually crossing her legs. "Okay. Let's hear it."
Lois brought a glass of water over to Chloe's side, which she set beside her before clearing her throat. "I was at Luthorcorp with Clark the other day, and just as Oliver was leaving the building, we overheard him talking on the phone.” She paused, her face glum. “He was having a very...intimate...conversation with someone, someone who unfortunately…wasn't you."
Chloe cocked her head. "How intimate?" she asked. Clark glanced at Lois, probably wondering why on earth she was still as cool as a cucumber considering the bombshell they'd just dropped.
Lois took a deep breath. "Well...he was talking about kissing this girl in a very...personal place," she finished, her face reddening.
"I see," Chloe said calmly, lifting the glass to her lips. "And who was he speaking to?"
Lois scowled. "Some tart named Bella," she spat.
Chloe giggled and sputtered, spraying cold water all over the place. "Bella?" she echoed.
"Wait a minute - you know her?" Clark exclaimed, his jaw hardening. "Oh, my God, he's an even bigger jerk than I thought! How could he do this to you, and with someone you even know? He's a bastard, a filthy, rotten-” he stopped mid-tirade and stared at her strangely. “Chloe, are...are you laughing?"
"I told you," she said between chuckles, "he's not cheating on me."
"Chloe, you need to be realistic," Lois pleaded. "I know you don't want to believe it, but-"
"You've got it all wrong, guys," she said reassuringly. Trust me, there's nothing to worry about."
Clark clenched his fists. "It doesn't bother you that Oliver's sleeping with someone else?" he asked, his expression thunderous.
"He's not sleeping with anyone but me," she insisted. “Seriously.”
Clark ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. "I know this is hard, but open your eyes, Chloe. Oliver and this...this Bella person, they clearly have a sexual relationship-"
"I'm Bella."
***
Part 2...
Anyway, story is all done, but because LJ's fragile at the moment and wilting under the we
This one’s for birthday girl laurelnola , who got me into Chlollie long before the show got a freaking clue. Happy Birthday, Dawnie! You were way ahead of the game, hun. *huggles* :-)
Enjoy. Oh, and it's a oneshot, so no evil cliffies! :-P
Inspired by sxymami0909’s Watchtower Playlist. Thanks, Cori! :-)
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown VI - Private Chats
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie; 6th Book in the Beauty in the Breakdown Series
Rating: PG-13/Soft R
Warnings: Oliver Queen does not appear in this story - not physically, anyway. But he is the subject of the conversation and, as always, has a lasting impact and makes a great impression. :-)
Timeline: Six months after BITB V: Feeling Good
Summary: Snooping ears overhear a private conversation, and get the (very) wrong end of the stick.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC comics and the CW network.
Feedback: Hit me wit' it!!!
Author's Cheeky Note: Like Dawnie's wee Bun in the Oven, This story wasn't planned AT ALL (busted!!!) But like any new baby, it's a lovely surprise and a very welcome addition to the BITB Family. :-)
The series will now consist of 8 stories rather than 7. That can only be a good thing. ;-)
***
You’re the reason I smile on my own
You’re the reason I can carry on
You’re the reason I feel happiness inside…yes
You’re the reason I sleep peacefully at night
You’re the reason I carry on…yes, I carry on
- Sonique, You’re the Reason
Private Chats
"Thanks for coming over, Chloe," said Lois as Chloe walked into the Talon and shut the door behind her. "I know it's very short notice, but we really need to talk to you."
Chloe returned her cousin's warm hug, wondering vaguely what all the fuss was about. Oliver was away on a business trip all week, and initially she thought maybe Lois was taking advantage of his absence to schedule some much-neglected Girly Time. However, when her cousin had mentioned that Clark also wanted to speak with her, the alarm bells had gone off in her head.
Clark wanting to talk was never a good thing. And true to form, he was standing on the other side of the room, observing her with a grave expression.
"I got the distinct impression I was being summoned," Chloe replied with a wry smile. "What have I done?"
Lois shook her head. "It's not something you've done, it's..." she glanced at Clark and sighed. "You'd better sit down, hun. Can I get you a glass of water?"
Chloe stubbornly folded her arms. "Water would be nice, but I'd actually rather stand."
A look of alarm crept into Lois's eyes. "Chloe, you should really sit down for this…"
"Is Dad alright?" she interrupted, fear seeping into her heart.
"He's fine, Chloe - everyone's fine. It's nothing like that."
Chloe sighed in relief. " Then what is it?"
Lois swallowed. "This is kind of hard to say...and I really wish I didn't have to break it to you like this, but-"
"Oliver's cheating on you," Clark supplied bluntly.
Chloe smiled and shook her head. "Oliver would never do that."
"I'm afraid it's true," Lois said softly. "You know I'd never say something like that if it wasn't true, Chloe."
Chloe shook her head again. "Oliver isn't cheating on me," she insisted serenely.
"He is," Clark said again with conviction. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but-"
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Clark," Chloe said evenly. "I know Oliver. He's not a cheat."
Clark sighed and shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid we have proof, Chloe," he replied. “Definitive proof.”
Chloe shrugged and sat down on the sofa casually crossing her legs. "Okay. Let's hear it."
Lois brought a glass of water over to Chloe's side, which she set beside her before clearing her throat. "I was at Luthorcorp with Clark the other day, and just as Oliver was leaving the building, we overheard him talking on the phone.” She paused, her face glum. “He was having a very...intimate...conversation with someone, someone who unfortunately…wasn't you."
Chloe cocked her head. "How intimate?" she asked. Clark glanced at Lois, probably wondering why on earth she was still as cool as a cucumber considering the bombshell they'd just dropped.
Lois took a deep breath. "Well...he was talking about kissing this girl in a very...personal place," she finished, her face reddening.
"I see," Chloe said calmly, lifting the glass to her lips. "And who was he speaking to?"
Lois scowled. "Some tart named Bella," she spat.
Chloe giggled and sputtered, spraying cold water all over the place. "Bella?" she echoed.
"Wait a minute - you know her?" Clark exclaimed, his jaw hardening. "Oh, my God, he's an even bigger jerk than I thought! How could he do this to you, and with someone you even know? He's a bastard, a filthy, rotten-” he stopped mid-tirade and stared at her strangely. “Chloe, are...are you laughing?"
"I told you," she said between chuckles, "he's not cheating on me."
"Chloe, you need to be realistic," Lois pleaded. "I know you don't want to believe it, but-"
"You've got it all wrong, guys," she said reassuringly. Trust me, there's nothing to worry about."
Clark clenched his fists. "It doesn't bother you that Oliver's sleeping with someone else?" he asked, his expression thunderous.
"He's not sleeping with anyone but me," she insisted. “Seriously.”
Clark ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. "I know this is hard, but open your eyes, Chloe. Oliver and this...this Bella person, they clearly have a sexual relationship-"
"I'm Bella."
***
Part 2...