Fic: The Janitor
Title: The Janitor
Rating: PG
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: None
Characters: Chloe, Oliver
Spoilers/Timeline: Post-Phantom
Disclaimer: I own very little, certainly not these characters. Please don’t sue!
Author's Notes: A post-Phantom one-shot. Barely that.
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“I just cleaned up this mess! Can't you keep it clean for ten minutes?” - Mr. Incredible, “The Incredibles”
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Anger surged through him as yet another placating nurse headed his way.
“I demand to know what is going on in there RIGHT NOW!” He screamed. Before the shaken nurse could get within arms reach, a sallow-faced surgeon headed her off and approached him.
“Please calm down, sir. We are transfusing as quickly as is safe. Ms. Sullivan lost a lot of blood.”
“And how exactly is that, when she doesn’t have a scratch on her?” He really was trying to maintain control. It wasn’t this man’s fault he had broken his promises.
“We can’t find evidence of internal bleeding, but with her symptoms, we can’t rule it out. Ms. Lane assures us that her condition worsened quickly. The triage nurse is still trying to sort out her story.”
“I appreciate your efforts. I’m sure you can appreciate my desire to have physicians more familiar with her medical history brought in. “
“Of course, Mr. Queen. I’m open to any help I can get. Ms. Sullivan is something of a staff favorite around here.” The genuine worry in the doctor’s eyes was the only thing delaying him in arranging her inevitable transfer to Star City.
“I forget she visited so many times over the years.”
“As busy as we are for a small town medical center, we do have a few star patients who tend to return for the strangest reasons. Chloe Sullivan is the stuff of legends.”
“You have no idea.” Oliver muttered, nodding to the doctor as he accepted a call on his cell.
“Go ahead.” He stepped into the hallway for privacy.
The caller took the hint that he wasn’t in a position to speak freely. “It’s Vic. Just listen. We think we’ve tracked down our friend and that trouble he’s been chasing. We even found a new friend with some pretty neat tricks.”
“Can you assist?”
“Apparently, only that new friend can help. We need to go mining in Smallville.”
“Emeralds?”
“Sapphires, actually. It’s all a bit bizarre.”
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End
Rating: PG
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: None
Characters: Chloe, Oliver
Spoilers/Timeline: Post-Phantom
Disclaimer: I own very little, certainly not these characters. Please don’t sue!
Author's Notes: A post-Phantom one-shot. Barely that.
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“I just cleaned up this mess! Can't you keep it clean for ten minutes?” - Mr. Incredible, “The Incredibles”
---
Anger surged through him as yet another placating nurse headed his way.
“I demand to know what is going on in there RIGHT NOW!” He screamed. Before the shaken nurse could get within arms reach, a sallow-faced surgeon headed her off and approached him.
“Please calm down, sir. We are transfusing as quickly as is safe. Ms. Sullivan lost a lot of blood.”
“And how exactly is that, when she doesn’t have a scratch on her?” He really was trying to maintain control. It wasn’t this man’s fault he had broken his promises.
“We can’t find evidence of internal bleeding, but with her symptoms, we can’t rule it out. Ms. Lane assures us that her condition worsened quickly. The triage nurse is still trying to sort out her story.”
“I appreciate your efforts. I’m sure you can appreciate my desire to have physicians more familiar with her medical history brought in. “
“Of course, Mr. Queen. I’m open to any help I can get. Ms. Sullivan is something of a staff favorite around here.” The genuine worry in the doctor’s eyes was the only thing delaying him in arranging her inevitable transfer to Star City.
“I forget she visited so many times over the years.”
“As busy as we are for a small town medical center, we do have a few star patients who tend to return for the strangest reasons. Chloe Sullivan is the stuff of legends.”
“You have no idea.” Oliver muttered, nodding to the doctor as he accepted a call on his cell.
“Go ahead.” He stepped into the hallway for privacy.
The caller took the hint that he wasn’t in a position to speak freely. “It’s Vic. Just listen. We think we’ve tracked down our friend and that trouble he’s been chasing. We even found a new friend with some pretty neat tricks.”
“Can you assist?”
“Apparently, only that new friend can help. We need to go mining in Smallville.”
“Emeralds?”
“Sapphires, actually. It’s all a bit bizarre.”
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End