Chloe Sullivan

Chloe unlocked the community center early in the morning. Ollie was supposed to be coming with her, well, them considering the dog tugging on the leash, but he had gotten a call from Queen Industries and he had to make a stop there before going to the community center.

And in a way, Chloe was glad things had worked out that way. She had yet to meet Mia, the girl Oliver had rescued and employed at the center, and who knew about his secret.

She was going into this as open-minded as possible, but a tiny part of her couldn't help but be nervous that a girl who Oliver barely knew had managed to figure out his secret identity. She had been thinking of ways to help conceal his face more since she found out, but that was something she would have to worry about later.

With a deep breath, she pushed the gate open and looked around, turning the sign on and letting Mocha loose inside. She had no idea if the girl was still in bed.

It had been a stressful night to say the least. Oliver had gone to a meeting the previous day and although his assistant confirmed he had gone into the room, she hadn't seen him since, and neither had Chloe.

Sure, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet, but this wasn't like him, in fact, he had the habit of texting her from his meetings because he was usually bored.

She was so lost in her own research that she jumped when the intercom went off, it wasn't until she saw the young woman standing outside that she remembered she and Oliver had invited his friend, Bela over for dinner that night.

Chloe buzzed her in and waited, maybe she would be able to help.

She couldn't wait to get home, not only because she was incredibly curious about whatever gift Ollie had waiting for her, but also because she was on vacation and that meant time with him without worrying about work or anything, and then they would leave to Smallville, which she had no doubt would be nice, with Lois, Clark, Lucy, Mrs. Kent and her dad around, it would be a good Christmas.

Shifting restlessly between her feet, she watched the numbers as the elevator went up impatiently, stepping out and looking around, "Ollie?"

They had finally made it to Ireland and the trip had been amazing, they had done some sight-seeing but not a lot of it, mostly they had stayed in the cottage Oliver had found for them, and it had been exactly what he needed, it seemed, because she had never seen him so relaxed before.

The week had gone by quickly and before Chloe knew, they were already on the plane, on their way back to Metropolis. She had never really been one to take vacations like this, just to relax, but she could definitely see the advantages.

She glanced out the window of the plane then back at him, sighing deeply and smiling lazily, "I guess we're almost there.

Chloe was late by fifteen minute, she told Ollie she would be back to the clocktower at eight, but Lois caught her just as she was about to leave work and she couldn't exactly pretend not to notice her cousin, she had been getting suspicious by Chloe's evasiveness as it was.

To her surprise, Ollie hadn't called her the second she was late, he had been understandably tense by everything that was going on. As she stepped out of the elevator, she frowned at the darkness, all lights were off in the clocktower, something wasn't right.

"Ollie?" She called carefully, turning the living room light on. No sign of him, her heart started beating faster as she dropped her purse on the floor and started turning every light she could on, looking into each and every room, calling his name.

"Ollie!" Her voice was getting more desperate at every room she looked into, and then, finally, she went to the master bedroom, her stomach turning at what she saw there.

There was a big dark red stain on the sheets, the bedside lamp had been shattered to pieces, and in the middle of the messy bed lay a single piece of paper. Chloe rushed towards it, already dreading the worst.

You shouldn't have betrayed me, Chloe.

She gasped as she read the words, she didn't need a signature to know who the note was from. Davis. Davis had Ollie and he was hurt, bleeding, she had to find him, she had to help him, she only hoped she wasn't too late.

After a long day at work, plus dress shopping and dinner with her cousin, Chloe decided to call Ollie on her way home, which, of course, resulted in them agreeing he should meet her at her place so they could see each other for a while before he had to patrol, and maybe also after he patrolled.

She had been trying hard not to let them become one of those couples that couldn't go a full day without seeing each other, but she genuinely missed him and she knew he wanted to see her too so what was the point of torturing themselves?

Besides, they had things to talk about, she wanted to show him the dress she had bought for the gala and she wanted to discuss a few things about the weekend they were going to spend in Gotham and according to their phone call, he did too.

So she got home and took a quick shower, changing into comfortable clothes then walking back to the living room, opening her laptop, she figured she could check her emails and maybe work some more until he got there.

Chloe had managed to sleep for eleven hours, which, considering she hadn't slept at all the previous night, then had worked for ten hours before going to a party for the rest of the night and not to mention the other stuff she had put energy in, it wasn't really a surprise.

So she didn't exactly feel bad as she walked out of the bedroom at almost lunch time, wondering what Ollie could possibly be doing that was so noisy, it sounded like plastic bags and wrapping paper and it wasn't even Christmas morning.

"Ollie?" She called as she rubbed her face, looking around as she made her way to the kitchen, she smelled coffee.

Since they got back from their trip, Chloe and Oliver didn't really have time to go on dates, not that it really mattered, they had spent a lot of time together since Chloe was still staying with Oliver since her kidnap.

It had been two weeks now and they still hadn't discussed her moving back to her apartment, Chloe didn't think it was going to go over so well.

But tonight, that didn't matter. Tonight they had agreed to go out, have dinner and watch a movie, a late night showing so it wasn't going to be crowded and they could just relax and enjoy themselves more.

Chloe picked up the popcorn and waited for Oliver to pick up their sodas then started towards the theater.

They were going to get them. Chloe held on to Oliver's hand as tightly as she could, they were running but it was getting so dark around them, she couldn't see the ground anymore, she was so afraid to trip, and then they would get them, they were so close and suddenly, Oliver was gone, she called out for him on top of her lungs, but her voice wouldn't come out and next thing she knew, everything around her was completely dark, she couldn't move her legs or her arms, she couldn't scream, she couldn't breathe.

There were walls around her now, it was all dark, but she could feel them closing in on her, on every side of her, moving in, close and closer, she was laying down and the wall above her was pressing down against her, it was going to crush her, so she tried screaming again and this time, it work, she was screaming on top of her lugs, so loud, it made her body shake.

And then she was sitting up in bed, breathlessly, shaking, her eyes wide as she looked around.

She was a few minutes late as she made her way into the elevator at the clock tower, she had left her apartment with plenty of time to get there, but it was six in the afternoon, in downtown Metropolis and regardless of the day of the week, traffic was always insane.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, she sighed a little then called out, "I'm here, sorry I'm late, traffic was completely insane."