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Chloe Sullivan ([personal profile] chloesullivan) wrote2009-12-22 12:07 pm

Surprise visit with [livejournal.com profile] dl_greenarrow

It was only a couple of days before Christmas and Chloe was packing a bag to take to Smallville, she hadn't heard from Oliver since the weekend, when he had left to go back to Star City.

So when she heard the elevator and went to look at the security camera just to see Oliver himself was in the elevator, she was surprised. She had been expecting him to avoid her and Christmas altogether.

[identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He sighed a little, slightly exasperated. "Chloe, have I ever blown you off? Really?" He gave her a look and shook his head a little. "I'm not invading the Smallville family Christmas get-together. I just came to see you." He knew she must have had a great deal of coffee already, because she didn't normally talk quite that fast.

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Chloe rolled her eyes again and shook her head, "you won't be invading, Mrs. Kent always invites half of Smallville over to the farm anyway, and I already asked her if she would mind me inviting you, besides, if you came because of me, you should go, consider it part of my present." She was running out of options, but really she would like to have him there, mostly because she knew he'd be miserable and alone somewhere otherwise.

[identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Chloe, don't you think people will start to wonder why you're always inviting me for holiday celebrations?" he asked, shaking his head a little.

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're my friend Oliver, I would have done the same with Clark, Pete or any of the guys," she said honestly, setting the gifts down on the coffee table then turning to look at him again.

[identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
A flicker of some unidentified emotion passed over his face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "Right," he murmured. "Maybe you should call the guys."

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Chloe frowned, raising her eyebrows slightly as she tried to read his face but being completely unable to and not at all happy with that, "what for?"

[identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugged a little. "I don't know what any of them are doing for Christmas, either."

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
She kept her eyes on him, "well I do, and they already have plans," because unlike Oliver, the other three did have family to spend the holidays with.

[identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh." He fell silent for a moment, then glanced at the gifts she'd placed on the table. "You gonna open those?"

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Chloe considered for a second then nodded, "let me go get yours." She told him before turning around and walking down the hall, towards her bedroom, taking a deep breath as she did. She really didn't want Oliver spending Christmas on his own, but she didn't know how else to talk him into going.

[identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oliver drew in a breath and let it out slowly as she headed away. He moved over and sat down on the sofa for a moment, staring blankly at the floor. He hated Christmas. Hated it with a passion.

The last time he'd celebrated it, he'd been four. He had very spotty memories of unwrapping a firetruck, and a play archery set. Memories of warm cinnamon buns fresh from the oven--made from scratch by Lenora.

Of being swept up into his mom's arms in a warm, loving embrace and of being happy.

The next year, he'd asked Santa to bring his parents back. Needless to say, when they weren't anywhere to be seen that Christmas morning, he'd given up caring about Christmas and stopped believing in Santa Claus.

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
She took her time setting his gifts up in two bags, dark green bags with a light green tissue paper that she had bought for him.

A few minutes later, she walked back into the living room and frowned slightly when she saw him, "Oliver?" She asked worriedly.