Title: His Only Choice 1/1
Title: His Only Choice 1/1
Rating: PG
Summary: Chloe, she had been the best choice he had ever made, and at that moment there was only one right choice, that was to find her, and he would do that, no matter what.
Notes: Spoilers for Lazarus and Shield. Based off of the preview for Shield.
His lips parted, but no breath passed them, his chest frozen as he looked down at the face staring back at him.
‘How could you?’ he wondered.
Green eyes, so understanding of his pain, not blaming him for his desperate anger with her. Anger that was a facade for his fear. Fear that curled in his stomach, turning it, making his throat close with nausea.
Then he breathed again, almost as if he had forgotten how to, shuddering slightly.
The sound of a car passing and birds outside drew his attention away subconsciously and he turned from her face and looked out the window.
The sun was shinning, cars were driving down the street, people coming and going. The world went on turning, people went on about their business.
How?
How the hell could the world just keep on going? She was somewhere, of that he was sure, but she wasn’t there, not where she should be, not with him.
If he closed his eyes, for just a minute, he could see her there, sitting on her sofa, laptop in her lap, or pretend she was at the tower, fingers flying across the keyboard.
Turning away from the window he looked down again and this time he gasped, chest constricting, shuddering slightly as he stumbled forward, grasping onto the counter with his free hand for support and hanging his head in defeat.
For a time he struggled, trying to get a grasp on his emotions, before he finally gave in, choking on a cry and slumping further, forcing his legs to hold him up and not give out on him now.
There was no support for him, there was no one, not now.
She’d saved him, she’d given him purpose, and all he had ever done for her was put her life in danger.
It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. They’d been through so much, and for one moment, one brief moment, he’d looked down at her in the tower, after spontaneously kissing her, and he knew how she felt. Finally, he knew. Oliver had been elated, wanting nothing more to come back to her, and just tell her he loved her, because he wasn’t scared anymore, not of his feelings, or her rejection. Everything had finally fallen into place. Everything had been right in the world. For just that one moment.
And then it all changed, in seconds.
His happy ending was ripped from him; she was ripped from him.
Oliver had been okay with it being him there, captured, tortured. But her? Not her. Never her.
They’d found one another, and against the odds found happiness.
Lifting his head he glanced down at her, hint of a smile on her face, her eyes, still bleary from sleep.
He stopped his trek across his bedroom, watching her, sprawled on on his bed on her stomach, sheets barely covering her body, one leg bent and foot kicking lazily in the air. He smirked, grateful that she couldn’t see him. One arm was stretched out and her cheek laying upon it, staring at the TV.
Silently, he padded across the carpeted floor and grabbed his cell. Without any noise he came towards her, kneeled down, and held his hand up. “Hey.”
Her head lifted, blond hair falling messily across her face, eyes showing how tired she still was, but a soft smile still on her face. And then click.
“Ollie!”
He laughed, standing quickly and backing away.
“You are not having naked pictures of me on your cell phone! I know how eas they are to crack.”
He chuckled and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. “You aren’t naked.” Oliver looked over her form, sheet overing half her back, just covering backside, one leg sticking out. God, he wanted nothing more then to craw back into bed with her and never leave. “Well not to much.”
“Oliver Queen.” She raised herself onto her elbows.
“Come on. I don’t have any pictures of you. Take pity on me.” Closing the distance between them he leaned over and dropped a kiss onto her nose. “Two hour meeting. I’ll be back. Don’t get dressed.”
“I’ll hack your phone.”
He smirked, turning away and heading towards the bedroom door. “No you won’t.”
And she hadn’t.
Swallowing past the lump forming in his throat, he stood back blinking furiously to clear his vision.
There had been so many times in his life he had been unsure of his decisions, whether it was the right choice or not. Chloe, she had been the best choice he had ever made, and at that moment there was only one right choice, that was to find her, and he would do that, no matter what.
Rating: PG
Summary: Chloe, she had been the best choice he had ever made, and at that moment there was only one right choice, that was to find her, and he would do that, no matter what.
Notes: Spoilers for Lazarus and Shield. Based off of the preview for Shield.
His lips parted, but no breath passed them, his chest frozen as he looked down at the face staring back at him.
‘How could you?’ he wondered.
Green eyes, so understanding of his pain, not blaming him for his desperate anger with her. Anger that was a facade for his fear. Fear that curled in his stomach, turning it, making his throat close with nausea.
Then he breathed again, almost as if he had forgotten how to, shuddering slightly.
The sound of a car passing and birds outside drew his attention away subconsciously and he turned from her face and looked out the window.
The sun was shinning, cars were driving down the street, people coming and going. The world went on turning, people went on about their business.
How?
How the hell could the world just keep on going? She was somewhere, of that he was sure, but she wasn’t there, not where she should be, not with him.
If he closed his eyes, for just a minute, he could see her there, sitting on her sofa, laptop in her lap, or pretend she was at the tower, fingers flying across the keyboard.
Turning away from the window he looked down again and this time he gasped, chest constricting, shuddering slightly as he stumbled forward, grasping onto the counter with his free hand for support and hanging his head in defeat.
For a time he struggled, trying to get a grasp on his emotions, before he finally gave in, choking on a cry and slumping further, forcing his legs to hold him up and not give out on him now.
There was no support for him, there was no one, not now.
She’d saved him, she’d given him purpose, and all he had ever done for her was put her life in danger.
It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. They’d been through so much, and for one moment, one brief moment, he’d looked down at her in the tower, after spontaneously kissing her, and he knew how she felt. Finally, he knew. Oliver had been elated, wanting nothing more to come back to her, and just tell her he loved her, because he wasn’t scared anymore, not of his feelings, or her rejection. Everything had finally fallen into place. Everything had been right in the world. For just that one moment.
And then it all changed, in seconds.
His happy ending was ripped from him; she was ripped from him.
Oliver had been okay with it being him there, captured, tortured. But her? Not her. Never her.
They’d found one another, and against the odds found happiness.
Lifting his head he glanced down at her, hint of a smile on her face, her eyes, still bleary from sleep.
He stopped his trek across his bedroom, watching her, sprawled on on his bed on her stomach, sheets barely covering her body, one leg bent and foot kicking lazily in the air. He smirked, grateful that she couldn’t see him. One arm was stretched out and her cheek laying upon it, staring at the TV.
Silently, he padded across the carpeted floor and grabbed his cell. Without any noise he came towards her, kneeled down, and held his hand up. “Hey.”
Her head lifted, blond hair falling messily across her face, eyes showing how tired she still was, but a soft smile still on her face. And then click.
“Ollie!”
He laughed, standing quickly and backing away.
“You are not having naked pictures of me on your cell phone! I know how eas they are to crack.”
He chuckled and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. “You aren’t naked.” Oliver looked over her form, sheet overing half her back, just covering backside, one leg sticking out. God, he wanted nothing more then to craw back into bed with her and never leave. “Well not to much.”
“Oliver Queen.” She raised herself onto her elbows.
“Come on. I don’t have any pictures of you. Take pity on me.” Closing the distance between them he leaned over and dropped a kiss onto her nose. “Two hour meeting. I’ll be back. Don’t get dressed.”
“I’ll hack your phone.”
He smirked, turning away and heading towards the bedroom door. “No you won’t.”
And she hadn’t.
Swallowing past the lump forming in his throat, he stood back blinking furiously to clear his vision.
There had been so many times in his life he had been unsure of his decisions, whether it was the right choice or not. Chloe, she had been the best choice he had ever made, and at that moment there was only one right choice, that was to find her, and he would do that, no matter what.