Defining Moments 3/?
‘We need to get her back’
Thirty miles from Black Creek, she was still sobbing into his costume. He groaned, pulling his motorbike off the road. She slid her arms from around his waist, and stepped down from the bike. She glanced up at the stars, before falling onto her knees, her hands covering her face.
“He’ll be alright.” Oliver said, watching her from the bike. “He always is.”
“If you didn’t notice” she sobbed. “Clark wasn’t exactly his normal alien self today.”
Oliver wasn’t sure what to say, so he got down from the bike and pulled his hood down. “He’ll be fine.”
“I...I couldn’t...”
“Couldn’t what?” He stepped closer to her, staring down at her.
“Couldn’t heal him.” She looked at up at Oliver, as if she was expecting him to walk away. “It didn’t work.”
Oliver wanted to ask her when she became able to heal people, but he couldn’t bear to upset her even more. He crouched down, and Chloe turned to him, her eyes filled with tears.
“Chloe...That man took him away...to make him better.”
Oliver wasn’t completely clear about the whole ‘Clark Kent Alien Thing’ so that was the best he could do, but it seemed to work.
“Yeah.” She sniffed. “The Martian Manhunter will look after Clark.”
Oliver grinned at himself, pleased he had cheered her up slightly, before pulling her into a tight hug.
“I just don’t understand why it didn’t work.” She sobbed into his chest. “I don’t understand a lot recently.”
“What’s wrong?”
“You shouldn’t have saved me.” She muttered. “It’s my fault that AC and Dinah got caught, and that you got given the serum to kill Clark.”
“How could it be your fault?” he asked, and she raised her hand to stare at him. “You didn’t tell them where we were, you couldn’t have known.”
She didn’t answer, instead wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him slightly. “I’m glad you’re alright.”
Oliver didn’t know how to answer, smiling at her. She swallowed, then smiled back. Oliver gulped, kissing her lightly on her forehead. “We should probably get back to Metropolis.” He said. “I bet Jimmy can’t wait to see you.”
He cursed at himself when her eyes widened and she pulled away, clambering up off her knees. She stood straight, staring up at the stars once more.
Oliver joined her, then she turned to him, her eyes sparkling from both the tears and the starlight. She quickly kissed his cheek, and then turned away.
“Come on Sidekick.” He said, his voice low. “Let’s get you home.”
She nodded, waiting for him to get on the motorbike. She sat behind him, leaning into him, her cheek against his back and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
‘I need you to steal a piece of equipment’
Oliver didn’t want to admit that he was glad that the first person he saw when he returned from Venezuela was Chloe. As soon as the plane had landed, she had climbed on board, a blue crystal in his hand.
Admittedly, she hadn’t really greeted him - it was more of an ‘I’m worried about Clark and you’re the only one left I can turn to’ thing, then an ‘I missed you’ - but he was still strangely happy.
Of course, then she had started spouting nonsense about hacking into alien technology. He didn’t agree straight away, but she had convinced him that she knew what she was doing.
Of course, when she told him the generator belonged to Tess Mercer, it just made the decision easier.
After stealing the generator, he came straight to her. She set it on the table but didn’t hook it up to anything, rambling on about the Phantom Zone - apparently an alien prison. Oliver had asked how she expected to hack into this alien computer, but she teased him and smiled mischievously.
Oliver was speechless.
It got worse when she raised her hand above the crystal and closed her eyes. Then the generator began to whir and he didn’t know how she was doing it.
Her nose began to bleed and Oliver decided he didn’t really care about Clark and he was really more bothered about the fact that Chloe was bleeding.
He warned her that she was bleeding but she didn’t seem to be hearing anything anymore. Oliver watched as the crystal spun faster and faster, then Chloe opened her eyes.
Her irises were white and her pupils were gone. Oliver was scared, and was praying that Chloe wasn’t harming herself in order to help Clark. Then Clark’s voice was in his head - ‘I don’t want Chloe to get hurt’ - and he knew Clark wouldn’t have even let her near the crystal.
He rested a hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently, telling her they were done.
Then she threw him across the room.
He woke to someone running their hands through his hair.
“Please don’t be Clark.” he muttered, and then heard a sigh of relief and a short burst of laughter that definitely didn’t belong to the farm boy. He opened his eyes, seeing Chloe leant over him, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “I’m never helping you again.”
She shrugged. “I don’t really know what I did.” she said, brushing her hand over the back of his head and grimacing as he winced. “But I’m sorry.”
“Did you get Clark back?”
She nodded, raising her eyes to the ceiling. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” she murmured. “I think I’d have been very bad at stealing a large generator.”
Oliver suddenly had an image of Chloe in a form-fitting black cat suit as she skulked through the large Luthor warehouses. He shook his head slightly, blaming the image on the flight across the Isis foundation, groaning when she removed her hand from his hair. “I can imagine.”
She sat still next to him, fidgeting and twisting her hands around in her lap.
Oliver glanced round. “I don’t like waking up on this sofa.”
She glanced down and her eyes widened slightly. “I don’t like you waking up on this sofa.” she grinned. “At least not while you’re in pain.”
Oliver grinned. “Worried?”
She didn’t answer, now staring at the floor. Oliver watched her, frowning as she winced, raising a hand to her forehead for a second, then dropping her arm in confusion.
Oliver placed his hands on either side of her face, concerned, then pulling her down so she was leaning over him. He smiled at her green eyes - thanking god that they weren’t the blank white from before.
She was blushing, so Oliver let her go, then she bent further down and pressed a soft, warm kiss against his forehead.
Oliver’s breath hitched and he sat up, Chloe sitting up too. He caught her eye, leaning forward so their foreheads were touching and their breath was mingling between them.
“I don’t know whether to thank you or not.” he whispered. “I mean, you did chuck me across a room.”
She smiled - and of course, it was one of those smiles - before turning her gaze towards his lips. When she spoke, she stared at him again, her eyes sparkling. “You probably deserved it.”
Oliver chuckled for a few seconds, before closing the small distance between them, crushing his lips against hers. She gasped, but quickly her hands were tangling themselves in his short hair and his were moving down to her waist, pulling her almost on top of him as they lay back.
She was kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her, her left hand pulling free from his hair and running down his arm.
Oliver froze, the metal of her engagement ring cold against his skin. He pulled away, pushing her off him and stumbling off the chair.
“I’m sorry.” he muttered, stepping slowly back towards the door. “I...uh…” She was following him, her green eyes apologetic as he searched for something to say. His hand grasped the doorknob and he swallowed. “I...think it’s best if I don’t come to your wedding.” he managed, and she blinked. “I’ll see if I can make it to the reception…but…”
He fumbled with the door, opening it quickly.
“Ollie…” she started to say something back, but he turned away, quickly stepping out of the foundation and closing the door.