This is Chloe Sullivan, please leave a message and I will get back to you. You can also reach me at csullivan@thedailyplanet.com.

[ooc: open party thread! Mingle, thread-hop, crash the party, cause drama. Whatever you feel like.]

The wedding had gone smoothly. Her dad had walked her down the isle like it should be. They had exchanged their vows and rings once more. Even if the ceremony had been just a formality, since they had been married for two weeks now, but it had still been nice to be there with their family and close friends.

After that, they had been dragged to another room in the hotel for pictures and only now were they being introduced back to their guests, this time as Mr. and Mrs. Queen.

The reception was taking place in the ballroom of the Metropolitan. The decoration was, unsurprisingly, green. Dinner would be served but drinks and appetizers were already available for those who wanted them.

Chloe just hoped his part of the day went as smoothly as the rest of it had.

Chloe had managed to get up, shower and change before Maddie woke up, she called work and was assured someone would bring by proper medication so she took whatever she had and went back to bed.

She had slept deeply for... she had no idea how long. Her body was completely sore and she knew she had been very lucky to make it back if her complete lack of strength was anything to go by.

"Mad--" she began, but her mouth was completely dry, she couldn't speak and considering the empty glass by her bedside, it looked like she was going to force herself to get up for this.

It was around four in the morning when she finally managed to stumble into her apartment. Her vision was blurry, her breathing shallow and pained and the front of her shirt was soaked in her own blood. She hoped it was only the front.

She felt weak, but forced herself to remain as quiet as possible. Just a few more steps.

That was what she kept telling herself over and over all the way from the facility where it had happened. The place she'd been looking into when her attacker came out of nowhere. There was struggle but the other woman was faster and she knew exactly what she was going for.

Chloe fought her back as well as she could, but she hadn't been expecting a visitor in a location that had been abandoned supposedly for nearly a decade. She should have known better, especially while dealing with Lex Luthor, but she wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

A struggled noise escaped her but she forced herself to stay quiet. She didn't want to wake up Oliver and especially Maddie. She just needed to make it to the bathroom and stitch herself up, she had done it before.

But her knees kept wanting to give on her so as she started down the hallway toward the bedrooms, she had to stop, leaning her side heavily against the wall, a hand covering her wound and adding pressure to it as she tried to catch her breath.

It should have stopped bleeding by now.

Chloe had spent most of the day in the Watchtower, she hadn't realized that all the work after the benefit would be as intense as preparing it. She had collected all the donations and now she was working remotely with a couple of people from Queen Industries as well as Emil and Mia's doctor to start implementing the money into equipment and staff.

The work would be rewarding, she knew as much, but even though she was a very fast learner, there was a lot for her to learn and understand and she wanted to make sure every decision was thought out and as close to perfect as it could be. That in itself wouldn't normally be a problem, but the further into her pregnancy she went, the more uncomfortable the chairs in the Watchtower seemed to get and the less she was able to focus.

All in all, it had been a long day and she was glad when she got out of the elevator on their floor that she could hear noises coming from within the apartment as well as the amazing smell of Ollie's cooking. She was absolutely starving and maybe it was just her imagination or even wishful thinking, but she could swear it smelled like lasagna.

With a deep breath, she opened the door, "Oll--" she was about to call out for him when she stilled. The entire apartment was covered in tulips and candles, the dining room table had been set and on top of it, there was definitely a huge lasagna. Her eyes were wide in surprise and she knew Ollie owed her a very expensive date for the auction, but she'd been hoping he would at least give her some heads up for it so she could dress up properly and not just wear what she wore the most these days: whatever fit and felt comfortable, like the long dress she had on now.

[After unexpected visitor]

Chloe hadn't said much the previous night, her head still spinning from... whatever that had been, she had been hoping she would wake up today and it would have just been a dream but Ollie was still in bed with her, his arm wrapped tightly around her, which meant he was worried about her.

Sighing softly, she turned her head slightly to look at him, she still felt disoriented and she still couldn't explain what had happened, which was why she had to try and find some kind of explanation as soon as possible.

The very next morning, they made their way to Maine. Chloe had spent most of the previous day finding them a place to stay and they had ended up deciding on a bed and breakfast that luckily was dog-friendly so the three of them could stay there without a problem.

Their luggage had already been brought in and Chloe had Nellie in her arms as they walked into the room. It was... incredibly cozy. In a way, it made her feel like she was back in Smallville, most of the furniture was made out of wood and the room had blankets draped over the back of the small couch, lots of pillows and blankets on the bed and a large fireplace. It looked like a good place to help Oliver heal and of course the fact that the double glass doors of the room faced the ocean wouldn't hurt either.

What also had helped was the fact that Chloe had spent the other part of the previous day researching the girl he had helped and it looked like she was doing well. She was only fourteen years old but now that her worst nightmare was dead, the girl seemed to have moved on quickly. She had left her dad's house and moved in with an Aunt who lived in San Francisco and it looked like her grades and attendance had improved by a hundred percent.

Chloe had been incredibly relieved to find out that the girl was doing well, but she had also been able to feel Oliver relaxing, even if slightly, when he heard the news.