Fanfic: In Our Hands - Chlollie
Title: In Our Hands
Authors: slytherinpunk and sxymami0909
Rating: M for Mature (eventually NC-17)
Summary: “The palms’ don’t lie, Oliver.” Zatanna acclaimed as he snatched his hand away from her grip, “You have a son."
Spoilers: Canon til Season 10 episode 3... And goes AU from there (Oliver never revealed himself as Green Arrow, and Tess never ran Watchtower) runs with the five years of Superman Returns.
Pairings: Chlollie
Status: 2/?
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
Disclaimer: We do not own Smallville, nor do we claim to own any other characters therefore owned by DC Comics or CW network.
Fic Banner by: dhfreak
Chapter Banners by: sanaazzy
Special Thanks to: dhfreak and sanaazzy for contributing their art skills to this story.
Dedicated to: The wonderful sanaazzy who fell in love with this fic when I shared the first few chapters, and for never letting me give up on this story, even after brainstorming and failing for a year. Thank you so much for everything. ♥
Chapter Two
Through the many days of his life, where he had lived as his alter ego and been kicked, tortured, roughed up, and bruised, it was a civilian day he had lived as Oliver Queen that had hurt him the most.
Once Chloe had returned to him after trading her life for his, it had been the first time he had allowed himself to believe in happy endings. He had been a different man then-He wasn’t as naive now.
Six or seven years ago, he had woken up just like any other day, kissing the bare shoulder of the beautiful blonde sleeping next to him before he climbed out of bed and forced himself into the shower, and to get ready for work. When he had appeared from the bathroom, dressed in a dark dress shirt and slacks, she had been waiting for him on their bed.
Her knees were tucked beneath her as she knelt on their bed, completely naked except for the tie he had picked out for the day, the dark gray silk just dangling simply in the valley of her breasts.
He had chuckled as he approached the bed, calling her a minx before kissing her, and falling back onto the bed, where she had stripped him of his business attire, and disregarded his tie shortly after. They had spent the morning making love, and after their second round he had kissed her slowly on her lips before moving to collect his clothes, when she had stopped him again.
She pressed her lips to his, before trailing them down his neck, breathing over his skin just enough to get him riled again, and he had succumbed to her. When he had managed to catch his breath, he had wondered and asked her out loud, what had gotten into her. Usually, she had always been the one obsessed with work and intent on finishing business before pleasure. And yet, she had instigated his tardiness.
When he had kissed her again, he informed her he really needed to get to the office before the board meeting at one in the afternoon, and he felt like an idiot looking back on it now. She had hugged him tightly to her, as if she never wanted to let him go, and then she had pressed her forehead to his, begging him not to leave, and just stay with her.
He had laughed, wondering what had gotten into her, and he had given her a passionate kiss, insisting they have a small, intimate dinner alone when he got home.
They hadn’t of course.
He had come home to an empty penthouse. All her things had all been left behind, her jewelry, her books and dvds and clothes, except for one green leather jacket she had made sure to take with her. But the main point was she was gone. And just like she had before, when he tried to find her, he came up empty handed. She had erased her existence again. And this time, Chloe Sullivan wasn’t coming back, because she didn’t want to be found.
Suppressing the lump in his throat, Oliver tried like hell to ignore the memory that had crept up on him, much like he chose to ignore the rising tension between his agitated fiancee and himself. The thick friction was only growing between them. And even though it had been two days since Zatanna had read his palm at the charity event, Dinah’s aura remained somewhat hostile. He wasn’t even sure if they had spoken five full sentences to each other.
Dinah had insisted she was “fine,” in a clipped tone, and he really couldn’t seem to bother himself with soothing her ruffled feathers. His mind was too busy wandering elsewhere. Trying to remember every moment he had spent with Chloe, before she vanished faster than The Flash, and whether or not what Zatanna had said could be possible.
He racked his brain with estimations and assumptions of when she could have possibly gotten pregnant. And his mind wouldn’t stop conjuring up different scenarios and images that seemed to parade around in his conscious non-stop. He hadn’t even paid attention to the multi-million dollar business meeting with Bruce Wayne from Wayne Enterprises, this morning.
He could be a father.
Hell, he might have unknowingly been one for years already. Admittedly, Oliver hadn’t thought about settling down and actually raising any form of an actual family in years. He had convinced himself he was too busy with the league; and they were his family, the only family he knew of, and he wasn’t ready to build on from that.
But now that the seed had been planted (no pun intended), the idea wouldn’t leave him alone. Right now, at this very moment there could be a child, his son; as Zatanna had foreseen, walking around out there, somewhere in the world, that was half of him and half Chloe.
Oliver would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of Chloe since her disappearance. Had it been up to him, and if he had known she was planning to disappear and fade out all of their lives, of his life, like she never existed at all; he never would have let her go. And he knew as someone else’s fiancée, he shouldn’t be having any thoughts even remotely related to the ones he couldn’t stop from forming.
Sighing, Oliver pulled his eyes from their glued fixation at the pale white ceiling of his office, and turned towards his desk, trying to decide whether or not to make the phone call. Undoubtedly, he was sure he would not gain the knowledge he was seeking from the phone conversation. But this was literally his one hope before starting from scratch, and he had to cover all his bases.
Picking up his cell-phone from his desk, he flipped it open and went to his address book, finding the number easily and selecting it quickly, bringing the phone to his ear as he anxiously awaited through the annoying rings for the person on the other line to pick up.
“Clark Kent,” he heard the brisk voice through the ear-piece speaker.
Oliver swallowed the frog in his throat, nervously, “Clark, hey. It’s Oliver.”
There was a short pause on the other end of the line, “Oliver, hey.” Clark sounded surprised. “How goes the wedding planning?”
Flexing his jaw, he cleared his throat, “For better or worse, right?” He joked lightly.
Clark laughed, “I guess.”
“When should we expect you and Lois to start heading down the aisle?” Asked Oliver, trying to get his own up-coming nuptials out of his head. If he was going to have this conversation, he needed a clear conscious.
Clark hesitated, “Afraid that remains unseen, I’m not even sure if I should wait for her to get down the aisle to Richard White first, before she realizes she’s making a mistake, or if I should just come out and tell her everything now and save all of us the hassle.”
Oliver subconsciously kicked himself. He had forgotten all about how after Clark had returned to Earth from his five year leave of absence, Lois was already engaged to her assistant editor. Though, to stand corrected, she had been engaged for years. “Wish I could give you advice, but even if I told you to go tell her, you wouldn’t.”
Clark had been back for a year, and he was still as self-sacrificing as he had been back when Oliver only knew him as the young farm boy aspiring to be mankind’s hope.
“I know,” Clark sighed. “So what’s up, is this a personal call or a working call?” He changed the conversation as fast as possible.
“Actually,” Oliver’s grip on his phone tightened. “I was hoping you could answer a question for me.”
Clark laughed, “Okay… As the reporter, this is fairly strange; Oliver Queen interviewing the press now?”
“Since your return… ” Oliver licked his lips, “Has Chloe contacted you at all?”
There was nothing but dead silence on the phone now. And Oliver knew that was not a good sign; he had been right to assume this call was pointless for the answers he needed.
“No… ” The answer was low and barely audible. “And, I don’t think she’s going to, Oliver.”
Oliver nodded blindly to no one but himself, “I just thought, with Superman having been emitted to a hospital last year… ”
“She doesn’t want to be found,” Clark stated, sounding more alien to Oliver than he could ever recall. There was something in his tone that just sounded less human. “And maybe,” Clark inhaled. “Maybe we should respect that and move on.”
Truthfully?-Oliver hadn’t really moved on since she left.
Physically; sure. He had moved back to his hometown, back to Star City. He had continued his patrols as the Green Arrow, completely unfazed by Oliver Queen’s crumbling love life. And his relationship with Dinah didn’t start until two-to-three years after Chloe had dropped off the map.
They had started out as a one-night of comfort thing, an incident revolving around what they thought was the end of the world, and it just so happened to carry on surprisingly from there. Both knew they didn’t have to hide their alter-ego’s or make up excuses to go patrolling, but neither of them had intended or expected their relationship to progress like this. And it had been shaky at best, with their constant uphill battles and fights, often resulting in a break up times eight.
But emotionally?-A part of him had never really moved on.
And considering his current predicament, he wasn’t sure he could.
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