A Convincing Meeting (Chloe/Neal)
Title: A Convincing Meeting
Fandom: Smallville/White Collar
Characters: Implied past Chloe/Neal, Oliver
Rating: PG
Word Count: 493
Disclaimer: Trust me when I say, I don’t own anything.
Summary: “No, there will be no funny stories, no antidotes or anything else. Or so help me Neal, I will call the FBI and tell them where you are.” There were just some things Oliver didn’t need to know.
Author’s Note: Written for xoverland drabble challenge. This is what happens when I marathon White Collar. Please ignore the crappy title. XD
“Neal.”
“What?”
“Neal.”
“Fine.” He said rolling his eyes and reaching into his pocket.
“He stole my wallet?” Oliver said incredulously.
“It’s what he does.” Chloe said glaring at Neal.
“You’re friends with Oliver Queen, what did you expect me to do when you introduced him?”
“Maybe shake his hand instead of shaking him down.”
“I would have given it back to him. Eventually. Oh come on, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you’ve never lifted anything before.”
“Never just for fun and never from a friend of yours.”
“Really? So that time at the plaza, when you stole the key card right out of the manager’s pocket. That wasn’t for fun?”
“That doesn’t count. That was your idea and I was tipsy and-” Her eyes strayed over to Oliver and her cheeks flared red. “And we aren’t talking about this anymore.”
Neal just grinned back at her, because he knew exactly what had gotten her to lift that key card.
“Uh, Chloe, you want to fill a guy in? How exactly do you two know each other?” Oliver asked looking between them.
“Actually it’s a funny story,” Neal said.
“No, there will be no funny stories, no antidotes or anything else.” Chloe said quickly stepping between the two of them. “Or so help me, I will call the FBI and tell them where you are.”
There were just some things Oliver just didn’t need to know.
“Actually they already know where I am.” Neal said, “I made a deal. I’m an FBI consultant now.”
Chloe let out a huff of laugher. “Only you could swing that.”
He grinned again, shrugging his shoulders in false modesty.
“Actually it’s why I’m here. I was hoping you can help with something.”
“Why is it that whenever you say those words a chill goes down my spine?”
“Probably past experience,” Neal admitted, “But this time it’s with full permission of the FBI. Peter’s waiting in the car, he’s the only reason I was allowed to come. And if we don’t get downstairs in about…two minutes, he’s coming up here. We’re still working on the trust thing.”
“That’s great Neal, just great.” Chloe said rolling her eyes.
“Just come get a cup of coffee, a really big expensive cup on the bureau, and hear us out.”
“Fine. But I’m agreeing because I like coffee and because the last thing I need is the FBI up here. Not because of you.”
“I never thought it was.”
But she could tell he knew he was the reason. She had never been able to say no to him. That’s how she had ended up stealing the keycard. It was how she knew he would convince her of whatever he was there for.
“I’ll explain later.” She said turning back to Oliver.
“I’m sure it will be an interesting story.”
As she followed Neal out of the room, she couldn’t help but think that was putting it mildly.
Fandom: Smallville/White Collar
Characters: Implied past Chloe/Neal, Oliver
Rating: PG
Word Count: 493
Disclaimer: Trust me when I say, I don’t own anything.
Summary: “No, there will be no funny stories, no antidotes or anything else. Or so help me Neal, I will call the FBI and tell them where you are.” There were just some things Oliver didn’t need to know.
Author’s Note: Written for xoverland drabble challenge. This is what happens when I marathon White Collar. Please ignore the crappy title. XD
“Neal.”
“What?”
“Neal.”
“Fine.” He said rolling his eyes and reaching into his pocket.
“He stole my wallet?” Oliver said incredulously.
“It’s what he does.” Chloe said glaring at Neal.
“You’re friends with Oliver Queen, what did you expect me to do when you introduced him?”
“Maybe shake his hand instead of shaking him down.”
“I would have given it back to him. Eventually. Oh come on, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you’ve never lifted anything before.”
“Never just for fun and never from a friend of yours.”
“Really? So that time at the plaza, when you stole the key card right out of the manager’s pocket. That wasn’t for fun?”
“That doesn’t count. That was your idea and I was tipsy and-” Her eyes strayed over to Oliver and her cheeks flared red. “And we aren’t talking about this anymore.”
Neal just grinned back at her, because he knew exactly what had gotten her to lift that key card.
“Uh, Chloe, you want to fill a guy in? How exactly do you two know each other?” Oliver asked looking between them.
“Actually it’s a funny story,” Neal said.
“No, there will be no funny stories, no antidotes or anything else.” Chloe said quickly stepping between the two of them. “Or so help me, I will call the FBI and tell them where you are.”
There were just some things Oliver just didn’t need to know.
“Actually they already know where I am.” Neal said, “I made a deal. I’m an FBI consultant now.”
Chloe let out a huff of laugher. “Only you could swing that.”
He grinned again, shrugging his shoulders in false modesty.
“Actually it’s why I’m here. I was hoping you can help with something.”
“Why is it that whenever you say those words a chill goes down my spine?”
“Probably past experience,” Neal admitted, “But this time it’s with full permission of the FBI. Peter’s waiting in the car, he’s the only reason I was allowed to come. And if we don’t get downstairs in about…two minutes, he’s coming up here. We’re still working on the trust thing.”
“That’s great Neal, just great.” Chloe said rolling her eyes.
“Just come get a cup of coffee, a really big expensive cup on the bureau, and hear us out.”
“Fine. But I’m agreeing because I like coffee and because the last thing I need is the FBI up here. Not because of you.”
“I never thought it was.”
But she could tell he knew he was the reason. She had never been able to say no to him. That’s how she had ended up stealing the keycard. It was how she knew he would convince her of whatever he was there for.
“I’ll explain later.” She said turning back to Oliver.
“I’m sure it will be an interesting story.”
As she followed Neal out of the room, she couldn’t help but think that was putting it mildly.