Mix of Emotions
“What did you just say?” Chloe had tuned in for the live media coverage of Oliver Queen’s latest press conference. She was grateful that his existing notoriety allowed for prime media coverage. Her little motel in Jump City didn’t exactly have a wealth of channels to search. She was just as shocked as the rest of the nation at his confession moments ago.
Disbelief turned into outrage. “You idiot!”
“Have you lost your freaking mind Queen?” she screamed to the empty hotel room.
She didn’t get it. Why would he do this? What did coming out accomplish? She ranted and raved to herself for minutes.
“Seriously? I leave you alone and you do this?”
She was angry. Angry that he would put himself in so much danger. Angry that in one foolish action he unraveled years of planning and secrecy. Angry that he didn’t seem to care that that put a big red target on his back.
Her bitterness shot through her and she muttered. “If I wanted you to get caught, I would have just stayed home.”
But she was here and he was there committing social suicide.
She felt the emotion course through her body. Chloe collapsed onto the cheap hotel bed. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was a just another reminder that they were apart. The truth was that under all that fury was worry. She thought that leaving was for the greater good. She held onto the hope that she would get back to him at the end of this all. But this move could change everything. Exposure meant a heightened level of danger. What if there was no him to come home to now? Fear seized her chest.
“For what, Ollie?” she whispered. The tear clogged her throat. “I don’t see the endgame here.”
She let the tears come. Chloe prided herself on her independence and confidence. She cried for the first time since Watchtower’s demise. The mission kept her together through her fake death, through missing Clark and Lois, through the constant ache that she felt when she thought of Oliver. But this was just one hit too many. She sobbed through her pain for what seemed like hours. She was ever aware that she was alone in her sadness. There was no one to stroke her hair, brush away her tears and comfort her. She hit a wall of homesickness.
Time went on. Until it seemed that she had finally cried all her tears out. She blinked blearily at the digital clock on the nightstand, trying to see the time. Her room had grown dark with only the glow of the television to light her room. She wiped her face on the pillow, noting the streak of mascara across the bleached white of the pillow case. She took a deep breath, trying not to fall into the depths of despair again. She inhaled again trying to reign in her emotions again. She slowly moved into sitting position. She knew it would be easy to lie back down and cry. But self pity would get her no where. She needed to be the person that Oliver fell in love with. So she tucked her own bangs behind her ear and wiped her own tears.
“Think think think.” She held her head in her hands, trying to understand what event could have compelled Oliver to this action.
Not long ago, he claimed that she knew him better than anyone else. But she couldn’t understand the logic behind this move. Oliver had done a lot of work consisting of publicity stunts and schemes to ensure that he would remain anonymous as Green Arrow. She had first hand knowledge of the lengths he was willing to go to. She didn’t get it.
Chloe felt a shiver of dread race down her body. The last time Oliver announced something even close to this magnitude was the Toyman fiasco. He almost confessed to murdering Lex. But this time, she was helpless to do anything for him. There was no way to unring that particular bell.
Her head spun with possibilities. Was it possible that someone was blackmailing Oliver into this? Did Toyman come to play again? Or was it Checkmate? More specifically Rick Flagg and the suicide squad? Judging on their recent encounters, she would venture a guess that the suicide squad was the most likely culprit.
Her body surged with life again. The mission revved her up once again. ‘Well two can play at that game.’
She reached for her laptop. Chloe cracked her neck and flexed her fingers. She settled in for a hacking session.
“Bring it.” determination filled her voice.
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A few days later, the world was still buzzing with the news of Oliver’s dual identity. It seemed that the man himself would be taking his first interview. Chloe waited with anticipation of seeing his face. When the feed went on, she absorbed him greedily. Her eyes took in his appearance from his slightly beat down appearance to his tie which was one of her personal favourites. Her body tingled with awareness. Inexplicably, Chloe felt like she could breathe again just from seeing him.
The interview commenced. She went through the gambit of emotions as the reporter came down hard on him. Chloe scowled at the reporter’s attitude. A few choice words burst from her lips when she questioned ‘how it worked exactly.’ She grinned when Oliver mentioned losing someone. It was completely impropriate reaction but in those words Oliver sent clear message that he was thinking about her and that she still had a place in his heart. It gave her hope that she would still have a place at his side when all this was over. She grinned when he referred to himself as a rich boy. She clapped when he put the reporter in her place. His words gave her chills.
But still, she couldn’t let one detail go. “What is the endgame, Oliver?” she asked again.
He looked into the camera and proclaimed that he was a hero. That was the man that she fell in love with. Her heart swelled with pride.
The screen was fading to black. His image disappearing all too quickly from her eyes. She smiled as she confessed one more time “I love you.”
She dimly heard the ping of her laptop. Chloe turned from the television to glance at the screen. When she saw the display, she smirked. She successfully gained access into their network.
“Tada.”
A/N: That ending made up for the anger/sadness I put Chloe through hopefully. I have been watching vampire diaries (ppl keep talking to me about it and I did it so they would stop pestering me about it. I’m cautiously optimistic) and I think that’s where all this anger is coming from. So I hope that this worked for you. I think I’m going to do another one tomorrow to contrast the heaviness of this fic. I have a couple fluffy ideas for pillow talk or perhaps a Chlo-lo fic. Let me know what you want. I’m leaning towards PT but I could be persuaded.
Disbelief turned into outrage. “You idiot!”
“Have you lost your freaking mind Queen?” she screamed to the empty hotel room.
She didn’t get it. Why would he do this? What did coming out accomplish? She ranted and raved to herself for minutes.
“Seriously? I leave you alone and you do this?”
She was angry. Angry that he would put himself in so much danger. Angry that in one foolish action he unraveled years of planning and secrecy. Angry that he didn’t seem to care that that put a big red target on his back.
Her bitterness shot through her and she muttered. “If I wanted you to get caught, I would have just stayed home.”
But she was here and he was there committing social suicide.
She felt the emotion course through her body. Chloe collapsed onto the cheap hotel bed. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was a just another reminder that they were apart. The truth was that under all that fury was worry. She thought that leaving was for the greater good. She held onto the hope that she would get back to him at the end of this all. But this move could change everything. Exposure meant a heightened level of danger. What if there was no him to come home to now? Fear seized her chest.
“For what, Ollie?” she whispered. The tear clogged her throat. “I don’t see the endgame here.”
She let the tears come. Chloe prided herself on her independence and confidence. She cried for the first time since Watchtower’s demise. The mission kept her together through her fake death, through missing Clark and Lois, through the constant ache that she felt when she thought of Oliver. But this was just one hit too many. She sobbed through her pain for what seemed like hours. She was ever aware that she was alone in her sadness. There was no one to stroke her hair, brush away her tears and comfort her. She hit a wall of homesickness.
Time went on. Until it seemed that she had finally cried all her tears out. She blinked blearily at the digital clock on the nightstand, trying to see the time. Her room had grown dark with only the glow of the television to light her room. She wiped her face on the pillow, noting the streak of mascara across the bleached white of the pillow case. She took a deep breath, trying not to fall into the depths of despair again. She inhaled again trying to reign in her emotions again. She slowly moved into sitting position. She knew it would be easy to lie back down and cry. But self pity would get her no where. She needed to be the person that Oliver fell in love with. So she tucked her own bangs behind her ear and wiped her own tears.
“Think think think.” She held her head in her hands, trying to understand what event could have compelled Oliver to this action.
Not long ago, he claimed that she knew him better than anyone else. But she couldn’t understand the logic behind this move. Oliver had done a lot of work consisting of publicity stunts and schemes to ensure that he would remain anonymous as Green Arrow. She had first hand knowledge of the lengths he was willing to go to. She didn’t get it.
Chloe felt a shiver of dread race down her body. The last time Oliver announced something even close to this magnitude was the Toyman fiasco. He almost confessed to murdering Lex. But this time, she was helpless to do anything for him. There was no way to unring that particular bell.
Her head spun with possibilities. Was it possible that someone was blackmailing Oliver into this? Did Toyman come to play again? Or was it Checkmate? More specifically Rick Flagg and the suicide squad? Judging on their recent encounters, she would venture a guess that the suicide squad was the most likely culprit.
Her body surged with life again. The mission revved her up once again. ‘Well two can play at that game.’
She reached for her laptop. Chloe cracked her neck and flexed her fingers. She settled in for a hacking session.
“Bring it.” determination filled her voice.
-----------------
A few days later, the world was still buzzing with the news of Oliver’s dual identity. It seemed that the man himself would be taking his first interview. Chloe waited with anticipation of seeing his face. When the feed went on, she absorbed him greedily. Her eyes took in his appearance from his slightly beat down appearance to his tie which was one of her personal favourites. Her body tingled with awareness. Inexplicably, Chloe felt like she could breathe again just from seeing him.
The interview commenced. She went through the gambit of emotions as the reporter came down hard on him. Chloe scowled at the reporter’s attitude. A few choice words burst from her lips when she questioned ‘how it worked exactly.’ She grinned when Oliver mentioned losing someone. It was completely impropriate reaction but in those words Oliver sent clear message that he was thinking about her and that she still had a place in his heart. It gave her hope that she would still have a place at his side when all this was over. She grinned when he referred to himself as a rich boy. She clapped when he put the reporter in her place. His words gave her chills.
But still, she couldn’t let one detail go. “What is the endgame, Oliver?” she asked again.
He looked into the camera and proclaimed that he was a hero. That was the man that she fell in love with. Her heart swelled with pride.
The screen was fading to black. His image disappearing all too quickly from her eyes. She smiled as she confessed one more time “I love you.”
She dimly heard the ping of her laptop. Chloe turned from the television to glance at the screen. When she saw the display, she smirked. She successfully gained access into their network.
“Tada.”
A/N: That ending made up for the anger/sadness I put Chloe through hopefully. I have been watching vampire diaries (ppl keep talking to me about it and I did it so they would stop pestering me about it. I’m cautiously optimistic) and I think that’s where all this anger is coming from. So I hope that this worked for you. I think I’m going to do another one tomorrow to contrast the heaviness of this fic. I have a couple fluffy ideas for pillow talk or perhaps a Chlo-lo fic. Let me know what you want. I’m leaning towards PT but I could be persuaded.