Cure: Chapter One (1/?)
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Summary: Chloe is trying to find a doctor to help her with her meteor infection and a playboy-like Oliver Queen is trying to find a a physician for his Green Arrow wounds. They begin a sexual relationship, which becomes a problem once Ollie's softer side develops.
Warning: Rated M for future smut scenes
Chapter One
Oliver was at the Ace of Clubs, completely wasted and having the time of his life. It had been a long day at work, and he wasn't patrolling the city tonight. It was only his second week in Metropolis, and he couldn't believe that he hadn't visited this place yet.
Really good scotch. He had lost count of how many he had so far. He just looked at the empty glass with longing. Why was it gone so quickly? He cleared his throat loudly at the lady behind the counter, and she rolled her eyes, walking over and giving him a refill.
He grabbed the glass and held it up. "You're a beautiful woman." He told her.
"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say", she said with a roll of the eyes and a small smile.
"No, I mean it", he said quickly before downing the scotch, wincing slightly as he felt the burning sensation travel down his throat. The burn was worth the taste.
The woman was wandering around him, even though there was someone on the other side of the bar waiting to be served. Oliver smiled. Not like she could resist him. Not a chance in hell.
"How about I take you back to my apartment and I show you just how beautiful you are?" he asked
She leaned over the table. "You're drunk. You don't even know my name."
"Sure I do...Cindy" he said, reading the tag on her shirt before his eyes wandered over to the cleavage. "Right there", he said, putting a finger on the tag. "Cindy."
"That's very nice", she said sarcastically, straightening up. "How about we call it a night and I call a cab."
"Are you going to drive home with me? Make sure I get back safely?"
She rolled her eyes. "Sure, guy. How about you pay your bill first, and I'll see what I can do?"
He nodded as she walked to the other side of the bar, serving someone a shot. Oliver whipped out his wallet, tossing the American Express black card onto the table and scrawling on the bill absent-mindedly before sliding it towards her.
She looked at the credit card. "Oliver Queen?" she asked
"That's my name, don't wear it out", he said proudly. "Now that we're all introduced, how about that cab? Want to join me?"
She smiled. Got her. And all it took was his name.
He woke up naked at 4 in the morning, and rolled over to view the curvy naked woman beside him. Time to get up and get out of here. He quietly got out of bed and reached for his boxers, pulling them on before walking to the bathroom for a quick shower and getting the hell out of there.
He had played this game before. If he stuck around when she woke up, she would expect him to remember her name, favorite color, things that he didn't know. She would expect to feel special, but the truth was that Oliver didn't give a damn. He had better things to do, a company to run, and a city to keep safe later.
He got dressed and put all of her clothes in a small pile on the floor. Oliver grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone before heading over to the elevator, pressing the down button. He glanced at the Arrow room while he waited. He would patrol later that night- work off the guilt until he could forget about it completely. Wouldn't take very long.
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He unfolded composite bow and shot out a taser arrow before jumping down the roof and examining the unconscious female body on the ground. The thug had knocked her out and was about to rape the body. Disgusting.
He folded the bow back up and reattached it to his belt. He pulled her up and tried to shake the woman awake, but there was nothing.
"What did you do to him?" a gruff voice asked
He turned around to see another thug. Great, this guy had friends. "He knocked out an innocent woman. If you're worried about your friend there, maybe your priorities are mixed up", he said in a distorted voice.
The man shrugged. "What makes you think the bitch didn't deserve it?"
"What makes you think that he needed to go so far?" Oliver asked before reaching for a crossbow and unfolding it, holding the woman with the other arm before shooting a zip-line upwards at the roof that he was on before. He set the body down.
"I guess I can tell the authorities that they have it wrong. You're not a man. You're a little girl. Running away from a fight."
Oliver jumped down and rolled onto the floor. "Oh yeah?" he asked sarcastically "Why don't you get out of here. I don't want to hurt you."
The thug whipped out a switchblade. "Yeah? Why don't you make me?"
"If you insist", Oliver said before grabbing the crossbow again, pressing the button and feeling it spring to life.
The man ran towards him with the knife, Oliver dodged it before it made contact with his cheek. The man attempted another strike, but Oliver grabbed his arm, grabbing the knife and throwing it on the floor before punching the thug.
The thug fell to the floor and Oliver crossed his arms, looking pleased with himself. "Get out of here", he told the man before turning around and aiming the zip-line arrow towards the roof where the woman was. She needed medical attention as soon as possible- she had been out for a long time.
Right before he lifted off of the ground, the thug reached for the knife on the floor and slashed him just below the knee, the knife travelling downwards as Oliver moved upwards. He felt the pain immediately, but tried not to think about it until he got back to the roof and made sure that the woman was safe.
His feet slammed on the roof and tossed the crossbow aside for a second before reaching for his compound bow. He always felt like the compound bow had a bit more finesse. He looked through the scout until he found the thug and shot him in the back with a taser arrow and watched as the stranger fell down next to his friend.
Putting away the compound bow and reaching for the crossbow, he checked the woman's pulse. It was weak, but still there. He calibrated the zip-line, and ignoring the pain, flew into the sky once more, in the direction of Metropolis General Hospital.
He reached the hospital in record time and got the attention of an ambulance driver who agreed to take care of the woman. That was all he needed for now.
Oliver zip-lined through Metropolis' night sky and landed on his balcony at the Clock Tower, willing his body to stop thinking about the pain that was shooting through his leg, almost forcing him to collapse as he rolled into the penthouse. He stood up and limped to his desk, accessing the finger print scanner underneath a drawer.
He walked over to the arrow room as a retina scanner popped up, trying to still himself long enough to get the door opened before ripping the place to shreds trying to find the medical equipment. He located the small box, and sat down on the floor after taking off the green leather pants that he was wearing.
He grabbed the stitching equipment and took a deep breath. This was going to be fine. He had watched ample youtube videos and practiced on lemons, oranges, etc. This was going to be okay. 6 inches, that's all this was. No big deal.
People did this all of the time, nothing bad was going to happen. He touched the sterile needle to his wound, and tried to get himself to just sew himself back together. Just another orange.
He was about to slide the needle through his skin when he pulled away in alarm. He forgot to clean the wound. He set the needle aside, taking a calming breath as he disinfected and numbed the wound before grabbing the needle again.
His hands were shaking a little bit as he started stitching himself back together, wincing as he felt the needle going in and out and watching as his skin pulled together again. If that thug shot him or stabbed him in the chest, he would have no idea what to do.
Maybe living here in Metropolis temporarily, trying to find out everything that he could about Lex Luthor's projects in the man's city was a mistake. This was a new environment- he didn't know Metropolis as well as he knew Star City.
The truth of the matter was that he had gotten lost. He never would have stumbled into that alley if he hadn't been- he somehow ended up on the other side of the city. He knew a couple of other people that were doing the same night crime fighting as he was, but they seemed more prepared for this. They had abilities- it was almost as if they were born with this purpose. He wasn't born for this.
He took another deep breath as he finished the suture. He checked his watch and let out a groan- 2 AM. Only 3 hours of sleep for him. He was going to feel like shit in the morning. He got up after putting away the medical supplies and closed up the Arrow room before walking to the bathroom and turning on the light.
He took off everything and examined the scars that he had accumulated over the past six months. They doubled since he came to Metropolis. Oliver wanted to brush it off and convince himself that he just needed to get used to the new layout- maybe go over the blueprints of the city again, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed help with this. One lethal wound, that's all it took. He opened the medicine cabinet and chewed a couple of painkillers before gulping down a handful of water.
Oliver Queen, that's who he was. If he got shot, there wasn't a hospital in the world that wouldn't recognize him, and there wasn't a single newspaper that would keep the story hidden no matter how hard he tried.
He looked at his watch again- 2:15. He would worry about all of that in the morning. Pay someone off or something. He would find a way. He had to.