Chloe Sullivan

Chloe stretched next to Oliver in her sleep, taking a deep breath as she shifted on the bed, opening her eyes slowly after a long moment, not at all surprised to see he was already awake and looking at her.

She smiled softly and cocked her head a little before murmuring quietly, "morning."

After their meeting with Tess, Chloe and Oliver made their way back to the Watchtower. Her hand still in his as they walked out of the elevator and through the door of the top floor.

Chloe wasn't surprised to find Mia there, punching the punching bag full force. With a deep breath, Chloe glanced over at Ollie then looked back at Mia.

"We're back." She announced.

[posting order: Ollie, Mia, Chloe.]

Since the last time she saw him, Chloe couldn't get Oliver out of her head. That wasn't exactly unusual for her, since the first time, when he grabbed her off of the kitchen counter, he had been in her mind constantly, especially at night, when she was on her own and couldn't sleep because she couldn't stop thinking about him and how he could make her feel.

But this time, it had nothing to do with his prowess in bed and all to do with the things he said before he left to Star City.

As hard as she tried to ignore it, she couldn't seem to, she couldn't seem to forget the way he looked at her when he was telling her those things, he sincerely believed she could be good for someone, that she could be good for him.

On top of that, he told him he had fallen for her and he was willing to ignore how he felt for the sake of their friendship. Like she had before. And now she was putting him through what she had gone through and she felt awful about it, especially because she knew he was thinking she was doing this because she didn't return his feelings.

And she didn't, because she wasn't allowing herself to, because she had the feeling that if she let herself go, she would fall for him. Hard. And that scared her.

Chloe didn't know which was worse, she couldn't seem to decide it, but until them, she wanted to make sure he was okay, even if her instincts told her to pull away from him as far as she could, she simply couldn't do that to him.

They had been emailing back and forth a couple of times a day, not as often as they used to, but since today she hadn't heard from him all day, when she got home, she picked up the phone and called him. She didn't know what to say, but she needed to check in.

Chloe still couldn't believe the woman had agreed to rent her this apartment for the amount she was willing to pay. And she knew she would never have gotten it, especially not right away, without credit check or anything if it hadn't been for Oliver being there with her.

In less than thirty minutes, it was done. From when they walked into the apartment complex's office, to now, where she and Oliver were standing, looking around the new place, the key to the apartment in her hand, it all happened so fast, her head was spinning. And it was even cheaper than the crappy place she was at now, in a better location, bigger and the best part of it? It was on the top floor.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at him, "I don't know how you managed, but thank you."

Chloe took a deep breath and looked around at the other three, pursing her lips together. She didn't feel very confident about this, but they had no choice. Clark, AC, Dinah and Vic were unavailable and they couldn't risk wasting time and trying to contact them. They had to get Mia.

She adjusted the communicator in her ear and held Ollie's gaze. If they were going down, at least they would be together this time.

Bart had already found the place where Mia was and Oliver had called an unexpected ally: Zatanna. For all they knew about Slade, he was invincible. He could regenerate faster than they could hurt him, even Clark and Bart as far as the information they had gotten, mostly from Dinah.

Chloe just hoped magic could hurt him, otherwise, none of them were coming out of this alive.

"Ready?"

Chloe didn't get it. It just made no sense at all. Why would Oliver send her flowers? And at the Planet nonetheless.

They had been delivered that afternoon, a huge bouquet of tulips in every imaginable color. Bright colors. Colors that made everyone in the office stop and ask her who they were from. By the end of the day, Chloe's answer of choice: 'a friend' had caused more gossip than she would have liked.

The only good thing about it was that Jimmy looked pissed every time he glanced at the flowers. Not that she cared what he thought, it was his own fault for choosing Kara over her.

Still, she needed answers, which was why as soon as she got back to the clock tower with the massive bouquet and managed to place it over the counter, she pulled her phone up and called Oliver.

Chloe shifted in her sleep a little, starting to wake up slowly until she felt him and stilled. His leg and arm were above her and he was laying behind her, holding her tightly. She shifted her legs a little and smiled. They were sore and his naked body pressing against hers told her it hadn't been a dream.

She opened her eyes a little and looked at the clock. It was almost eleven and she hadn't slept so well in a very long time. Her body felt incredibly relaxed and she sighed deeply and closed her eyes again. She wasn't ready to wake up.

Lois had left for Smallville to grab some things so she could stay in the Watchtower until this was over. Chloe knew Lois was worried about her and to be honest, she would feel better to know Lois was around and not staying by herself in the apartment where Lex could find her so easily.

Clark and Mia were downstairs, training and Chloe had already let everyone know they would have a meeting in a few more hours. She was alone.

She planned on laying down for a while, since she had been going on over forty hours without sleep, but as she reached the top of the stairs, she looked toward his room and paused for a full moment before walking in that direction.

Chloe opened the door slowly and held her breath as she turned the light on. The suitcase he had taken to Star City was still open on the floor by the door, half unpacked. She had called him to go have lunch with him and Mia when he was working on unpacking it.

She closed the door behind herself and stepped inside, her eyes tearing up as she saw his uniform handing on the door of the closet. She walked over to it and touched the thick green leather. Wondering if he would have been able to survive if he had been wearing that instead of the shirt he had on.

Her hand was shaking and she pulled it back slowly, turning to look around the room, her eyes fell on the bed, it wasn't made and she wished she had slipped into his room two nights ago. His dad's journal was on the bedside table but she didn't move it. Instead, she slipped under the covers, grabbing the extra pillow he normally didn't use and laying her head on it then pulling the pillow he did use tightly against her chest and closing her eyes.

She was just going to lay down there for a while. She didn't want Mia to see her there.

Chloe did try to go to bed, for all of five minutes, before she gave up. She was a little restless, even though she liked Star City a lot and was glad to be there with Mia and Ollie, knowing that she had to meet with Zod soon and find out more about their project was making her anxious to go back.

So she opened the door and peered outside, sighing relieved when she saw a light on in the room across the hall from hers, Ollie's room.

Quietly, she walked up to the door and knocked on it as lightly as she could.

After her fight with Tess, Chloe left the Planet pretty much the same way she went in. Her hands shaking with anger, her jaw tight and she was seeing red. Except this time, she wasn't sure who she was angrier with. Tess, Oliver or herself.

She saw Oliver's car parked up front but ignore it. She was going to walk back to the Watchtower for the same reason she had walked to the Planet: to try and calm herself down.

To say she was a mess was an understatement, there was blood all over the front of her coat from when her nose started bleeding, her back was already starting to get sore, her face was hurting in general and the cold wind wasn't helping. Her head was also pounding but that wasn't just because of the injuries. She had no choice but to walk back slowly.