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Title: Nightingale
Authors: chosenfire28 & dhfreak
Fandom: Smallville
Prompt: #130 - Administer
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver
Spoilers: Season 6 & 7 gen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Oliver gets hurt while patrolling Metropolis and it is Chloe he turns to for help.
Authors Notes: Oliver is written by chosenfire28, Chloe is written by dhfreak.
Oliver tensed as he felt the leather pull on the cut skin and he leaned heavily on the wall as he knocked. This really hadn’t been one of his brighter ideas. He had decided to patrol Metropolis on his own and had stepped in when he had seen a group of men harassing a young woman.
Sometimes he forgot he was only human and that taking on 6 grown men with just a bow and arrows hadn’t been the smart thing to do.
One of the men had had a knife and he it caught his shoulder dragging across and over to his shoulder blades. He had pinned the guy to a wall with one of his arrows. The others had been similarly detained and he had placed a call to the police.
The cut had been deep and he couldn’t exactly go to the hospital and Clark was all the way in Smallville. So he had gone to the one person he knew could help him.
Hearing the sound of a soft knock at the door Chloe looked up at the clock, 2:08am. She got up her bed and grown at the fact that she had just fallen asleep 30 minutes ago.
She had not slept properly in weeks as she was going case over case on meteor effective individuals.
She walk slowly throw the living room to see throw the peek whole. She was surprised to see the individual at the other side of the door.
She opened the door not needing to ask who it was.
“Oliver what are you doing here?” she looked at him with her big eyes filled with concern.
He managed a weak smile indicating the leather outfit he still wore “Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought I might pay you a visit.” He winced as he pulled his arm in closer smile getting tighter “Preferably inside.” He knew Chloe was alone but it still made him uncomfortable to stand outside the Isis Foundation in full Green Arrow gear.
He had just gotten lucky that she had spent another night there. Sometimes she has as predictable as Clark and that was a good thing.
She instantly let him inside the room, she couldn’t believe all the blood that she was seeing. “What happened?” taking the blankets from the “bed” in the couch and leading him to where she had her sleeping arrangements.
She went to get some bandage from her first aid kit. “Lay down,” she ordered him.
Oliver did what she said gritting his teeth at the sudden vertigo and the burning pain spreading like fire through his arm. “Oh you know your average run of the mill knife wielding rapist; one caught me on the shoulder.”
“Leave it to Oliver Queen to say joke in a time like this,” she said with as small smile. She looked at the blood that kept coming out of his wound.
“Take off your shirt,” she said with a concern eyes as she saw that he was real pale.
Oliver grinned weakly his voice soft “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were coming on to me.” His smile turned into a grimace as he sank into the couch and gingerly unzipped his vest wincing when the leather scraped across the cut.
Chloe couldn’t help but smirked as she walked towards him. “Let me help you,” she said sitting beside him. She saw that he had in-deed lost a lot of blood and looked at him with worry in her eyes.
“Yeah,” his smile was soft “patch me up doc.”
He admired Chloe. For all the reasons that Clark probably did. But while Clark had had her in his life Oliver had never meet someone like her. Chloe was compassionate, kind, she was beautiful and loyal. He understood why Clark had shared his secrets with her. Having Chloe on his side was a comfort.
She started patching him up quietly. She had taken out a needle seeing that the wound was big. She had never had much experience in actually patching up someone seeing that Clark was a man of steel. This was a new experience for her. However, she was worried about Oliver.
Although he was a hero he was still human.
Oliver closed his eyes and wished he had some pain killers to knock him out after she was done. It was the only way he would get any rest. He wasn’t going to ask her for any though, while he trusted her to put him back together again he didn’t trust anyone to administer him drugs.
And he needed his head clear. A little cut wasn’t going to keep him off the streets tomorrow night, and the next. He had had worse and survived. He hadn’t even had Chloe to go to then and there had been that one night he had considered letting Bart get close to him with a needle.
“Oliver, you have lost a lot of blood. Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hospital?” she said while she worked on him. She was considering using her abilities to heal him. But she was afraid of showing him what she could do.
Wondering if he would look at her the same after.
He snorted eyes closed as he leaned back against the cushion “And tell them what? I was dressed in leather and a thug didn’t like that I took away his play toy. They’ll asked questions Chloe. While I am no Clark Kent I should be fine by tomorrow.”
His eyes opened and he titled his head to look at her his voice softening “If you’re worried I could crash here tonight.” He made it sounds like it was for her benefit. Truthfully though, he didn’t have the energy to move. He didn’t think he lost that much blood. He had been running himself ragged recently.
She finished closing up the wound. “I think that would be best,” as she started putting away the kit. She saw his eye where tired with lack of sleep. “But don’t get any ideas Romeo.”
Oliver grinned leaning back against the couch feeling marginally better now that he wasn’t bleeding out anymore. “Me, ideas?” he said smirking “”Nah, I’m not the ideas type.” Everything was easy with Chloe, it was fun just being around her. “Hey you wouldn’t happen to have any pajamas I could wear?” He could sleep in his boxer-briefs but he was pretty sure their relationship hadn’t progressed far enough for that. “Preferably something with bunnies, or flowers.”
“Yeah hold on. I think there is a pair of Clark’s lying around somewhere,” she said while laughing as she walked towards her office.
Oliver snorted. It figured. Clark probably spent a lot of time watching over Chloe at the Isis Foundation. His eyes drifted shut again as he heard her shifting stuff about in the other room. He wouldn’t find it hard to sleep here. With Chloe there it felt calm.
Finally finding the pair of pajamas pants she went back into the room. “So how are we going to do it?” she asked him looking on the only available place to sleep.
Oliver snorted laughter bubbling up in his throat and really, who needed pain pills? He looked at Chloe a wide grin on his face “Well I’ve don’t know what stories your cousin has been telling you but I don’t put out on the first date, I’m just not that type of girl.”
“Well, Well, who would have thought Bachelor of the Year a loyal ladies man.” She could help but laugh at her statement.
“Or a leather wearing Superhero?” Oliver mused “I am a man of many talents. They should write a book about me. Something tasteful.”
“And it would be ‘The Green costume guy’ that shots arrows and saves damsels in distress.” It had been a while since Chloe had a laugh making her almost cry of laughter.
“I was thinking more of ‘A Queen in Green’, it’s catchy.” He accepted the pajamas Chloe handed him and gave her a bright smile.
“That does have a nice ring to it if you where a girl. You are not a girl right? Because you have fool a lot of ladies if you are.” She said teasing him.
“Well I could change right here and prove to you that I’m not.” Oliver grinned using it to hide the bit of pain he felt as he pushed himself to his feet. He swayed a little and looked around “Would this place happen to have a bathroom?” He needed to change, and it would be nice to wipe some of the blood and sweat from the night off.
“Sorry, I just must be exhausted. The bathroom is just around left side as you enter the other room.” She saw his bare chest as he stood.
Oliver noticed her looked and he grinned “Well Miss Sullivan, looks like you are admiring my person.” He smirked and started heading in the direction she had indicated feeling her eyes on his back.
“You are just full of yourself Queen,” she said as she saw him disappeared into the direction of the bathroom.
Authors: chosenfire28 & dhfreak
Fandom: Smallville
Prompt: #130 - Administer
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver
Spoilers: Season 6 & 7 gen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Oliver gets hurt while patrolling Metropolis and it is Chloe he turns to for help.
Authors Notes: Oliver is written by chosenfire28, Chloe is written by dhfreak.
Oliver tensed as he felt the leather pull on the cut skin and he leaned heavily on the wall as he knocked. This really hadn’t been one of his brighter ideas. He had decided to patrol Metropolis on his own and had stepped in when he had seen a group of men harassing a young woman.
Sometimes he forgot he was only human and that taking on 6 grown men with just a bow and arrows hadn’t been the smart thing to do.
One of the men had had a knife and he it caught his shoulder dragging across and over to his shoulder blades. He had pinned the guy to a wall with one of his arrows. The others had been similarly detained and he had placed a call to the police.
The cut had been deep and he couldn’t exactly go to the hospital and Clark was all the way in Smallville. So he had gone to the one person he knew could help him.
Hearing the sound of a soft knock at the door Chloe looked up at the clock, 2:08am. She got up her bed and grown at the fact that she had just fallen asleep 30 minutes ago.
She had not slept properly in weeks as she was going case over case on meteor effective individuals.
She walk slowly throw the living room to see throw the peek whole. She was surprised to see the individual at the other side of the door.
She opened the door not needing to ask who it was.
“Oliver what are you doing here?” she looked at him with her big eyes filled with concern.
He managed a weak smile indicating the leather outfit he still wore “Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought I might pay you a visit.” He winced as he pulled his arm in closer smile getting tighter “Preferably inside.” He knew Chloe was alone but it still made him uncomfortable to stand outside the Isis Foundation in full Green Arrow gear.
He had just gotten lucky that she had spent another night there. Sometimes she has as predictable as Clark and that was a good thing.
She instantly let him inside the room, she couldn’t believe all the blood that she was seeing. “What happened?” taking the blankets from the “bed” in the couch and leading him to where she had her sleeping arrangements.
She went to get some bandage from her first aid kit. “Lay down,” she ordered him.
Oliver did what she said gritting his teeth at the sudden vertigo and the burning pain spreading like fire through his arm. “Oh you know your average run of the mill knife wielding rapist; one caught me on the shoulder.”
“Leave it to Oliver Queen to say joke in a time like this,” she said with as small smile. She looked at the blood that kept coming out of his wound.
“Take off your shirt,” she said with a concern eyes as she saw that he was real pale.
Oliver grinned weakly his voice soft “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were coming on to me.” His smile turned into a grimace as he sank into the couch and gingerly unzipped his vest wincing when the leather scraped across the cut.
Chloe couldn’t help but smirked as she walked towards him. “Let me help you,” she said sitting beside him. She saw that he had in-deed lost a lot of blood and looked at him with worry in her eyes.
“Yeah,” his smile was soft “patch me up doc.”
He admired Chloe. For all the reasons that Clark probably did. But while Clark had had her in his life Oliver had never meet someone like her. Chloe was compassionate, kind, she was beautiful and loyal. He understood why Clark had shared his secrets with her. Having Chloe on his side was a comfort.
She started patching him up quietly. She had taken out a needle seeing that the wound was big. She had never had much experience in actually patching up someone seeing that Clark was a man of steel. This was a new experience for her. However, she was worried about Oliver.
Although he was a hero he was still human.
Oliver closed his eyes and wished he had some pain killers to knock him out after she was done. It was the only way he would get any rest. He wasn’t going to ask her for any though, while he trusted her to put him back together again he didn’t trust anyone to administer him drugs.
And he needed his head clear. A little cut wasn’t going to keep him off the streets tomorrow night, and the next. He had had worse and survived. He hadn’t even had Chloe to go to then and there had been that one night he had considered letting Bart get close to him with a needle.
“Oliver, you have lost a lot of blood. Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hospital?” she said while she worked on him. She was considering using her abilities to heal him. But she was afraid of showing him what she could do.
Wondering if he would look at her the same after.
He snorted eyes closed as he leaned back against the cushion “And tell them what? I was dressed in leather and a thug didn’t like that I took away his play toy. They’ll asked questions Chloe. While I am no Clark Kent I should be fine by tomorrow.”
His eyes opened and he titled his head to look at her his voice softening “If you’re worried I could crash here tonight.” He made it sounds like it was for her benefit. Truthfully though, he didn’t have the energy to move. He didn’t think he lost that much blood. He had been running himself ragged recently.
She finished closing up the wound. “I think that would be best,” as she started putting away the kit. She saw his eye where tired with lack of sleep. “But don’t get any ideas Romeo.”
Oliver grinned leaning back against the couch feeling marginally better now that he wasn’t bleeding out anymore. “Me, ideas?” he said smirking “”Nah, I’m not the ideas type.” Everything was easy with Chloe, it was fun just being around her. “Hey you wouldn’t happen to have any pajamas I could wear?” He could sleep in his boxer-briefs but he was pretty sure their relationship hadn’t progressed far enough for that. “Preferably something with bunnies, or flowers.”
“Yeah hold on. I think there is a pair of Clark’s lying around somewhere,” she said while laughing as she walked towards her office.
Oliver snorted. It figured. Clark probably spent a lot of time watching over Chloe at the Isis Foundation. His eyes drifted shut again as he heard her shifting stuff about in the other room. He wouldn’t find it hard to sleep here. With Chloe there it felt calm.
Finally finding the pair of pajamas pants she went back into the room. “So how are we going to do it?” she asked him looking on the only available place to sleep.
Oliver snorted laughter bubbling up in his throat and really, who needed pain pills? He looked at Chloe a wide grin on his face “Well I’ve don’t know what stories your cousin has been telling you but I don’t put out on the first date, I’m just not that type of girl.”
“Well, Well, who would have thought Bachelor of the Year a loyal ladies man.” She could help but laugh at her statement.
“Or a leather wearing Superhero?” Oliver mused “I am a man of many talents. They should write a book about me. Something tasteful.”
“And it would be ‘The Green costume guy’ that shots arrows and saves damsels in distress.” It had been a while since Chloe had a laugh making her almost cry of laughter.
“I was thinking more of ‘A Queen in Green’, it’s catchy.” He accepted the pajamas Chloe handed him and gave her a bright smile.
“That does have a nice ring to it if you where a girl. You are not a girl right? Because you have fool a lot of ladies if you are.” She said teasing him.
“Well I could change right here and prove to you that I’m not.” Oliver grinned using it to hide the bit of pain he felt as he pushed himself to his feet. He swayed a little and looked around “Would this place happen to have a bathroom?” He needed to change, and it would be nice to wipe some of the blood and sweat from the night off.
“Sorry, I just must be exhausted. The bathroom is just around left side as you enter the other room.” She saw his bare chest as he stood.
Oliver noticed her looked and he grinned “Well Miss Sullivan, looks like you are admiring my person.” He smirked and started heading in the direction she had indicated feeling her eyes on his back.
“You are just full of yourself Queen,” she said as she saw him disappeared into the direction of the bathroom.