Title:                You and me, we make the most
Author:            novadelphine
Pairing:            Please.  Chloe and Oliver.  Natch.
Word Count:    2,135
Spoilers:          Oh yeah (see note)
Warnings:        Seriously fluffy.  Like, it’s everywhere.  Watch your step.

So, I bring fiction.  Nothing long, but it is based on the official description ( Read more... )

Little girls found

( After all, she’d been the girl in high school who’d kept guys for company - and not in the steaming up back seats of cars kind of way. )

“Can I ask you something?”

She turns away from her computer terminal, surprised.  They’d been working in independent silence for the past two hours and, frankly, she kind of forgot he was even there.

“Sure,” she answers, furrowing her brows curiously.

At her agreement, Oliver abandons the piles of papers his sifting through and pushes himself away ( Read more... )

Okay, so, my computer had a near death experience. I'm usually pretty good about backing everything up on an external hard drive, but I've been pretty lazy about it lately and, suffice it to say, this traumatizing ordeal was just the kick in the pants I needed to launch a massive file clean up.

One of the results of this tediously looooooong chore ( Read more... )

Letting Go

The warehouse's heavy metal door had just swung shut behind her when her ears caught the distinctive sound of a bow string snapping, followed closely by the thawp! of an arrow embedding itself deeply in its mark. Apparently, target practice was in full swing at the Queen dojo.

Knowing it would be beyond stupid to surprise the guy firing ( Read more... )

“Fellas,” he called out casually, quickly catching his breath, “you mind losing the guns?  You’re gonna give my girl a heart attack.”


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Part 17:  Kidnapping Clichés

“You have to wake up.”

It wasn’t so much the words being said as it was the warm familiarity of the voice speaking them that tugged her slowly from sleep.  Shifting slightly, her groggy brain waffled back and forth between her desire for more rest and her want of wakefulness; both options holding happy appeal.
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Part 16:  The Man Behind the Curtain

His chest felt hollow.  His heart was still and motionless, seized by the stranglehold fear had it trapped in.  His empty lungs were howling desperately for air.  In his ear, static filtered out of the useless communicator, the shrill buzz piercing his head and stabbing viciously at his brain. He couldn’t ( Read more... )

Wedging his feet against the worn brackets of the scaffolding he had just effortlessly scaled, Oliver took a second to test the stability of his foot-holds before straightening to his full height and surveying his surroundings.

From his four-storey high vantage point, he could see every inch of the aged industrial quadrant that was spread out at ( Read more... )

The Joker and the Thief

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief

Bob Dylan, All Along the Watchtower

“You were right.”

Her words, thrown out like a challenge, struck him from behind and brought his progress towards the door to a halt.  Turning slowly, he found her standing in front of one ( Read more... )