Chloe Sullivan

She was starting to feel heavy, like Lea was doubling size every day, and she knew it was going to get a lot worse in the next three months. But she didn't mind. At all. Dr. Hamilton had been checking on her a lot more often now and the baby was perfect, healthy and strong. And that was all that mattered.

Still, it made getting dressed harder, but somehow, she had managed. Ollie had gone to Queen Industries to sign some contracts and although he should be back soon, Chloe planned on walking over to the Planet to say hi to Lois and Clark, mostly to get out for a while, but also because she hadn't been there that week yet and she wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly.

It had been a long day of preparations, Victor and Clark did all of the cooking, Bart chopped things up faster than anyone else could, and Clark might have sped up the turkey cooking process with his heat vision because Bart kept complaining he was hungry.

Ollie and AC helped around the kitchen while Lois made it her job to stop Chloe from doing much of anything at all. She was pretty sure those were Oliver's orders for the day, but she had insisted on at least setting the table, and that had been the only time Lois had actually insisted on helping.

In the end, everything had turned out well, there was food for about twenty people on the table, although, between Clark and Bart, Chloe guessed they wouldn't have a lot of leftovers. But that didn't matter, what really mattered was that everyone was there, together, healthy, talking and eating, like the family they were.

The snow storm was past them and the boys had been working on the new floor, which would be for Lois, most of the day and had wanted to patrol. But Oliver had stayed behind with Chloe and Lois and now they were just waiting for Clark to get back from an emergency call so Lois could finally fill them in on what they needed to know.

Chloe was still nervous about them finding out more about the future, but the fact that this future Lois had come from clearly wasn't exactly the same as theirs did comfort her a little because then maybe, whatever bad that had happened might not happen in their present.

With a deep breath, she shifted on the couch and looked towards the window that Clark had left through, "I wonder how long he will be."

After that very long morning and an even longer nap, they woke up, or Oliver did and Chloe woke up when she felt him moving on the bed beside her. It took her a second to realize where they were but when she felt slightly uncomfortable because she had fallen asleep in her jeans, she remembered.

Rubbing her face, she took a deep breath and glanced at Oliver, whispering, "what time is it?"

Since last week, when they found out the test was negative, Chloe started working extra hard on her practice, it looked like they were going to be doing this for a while longer, after all.

She wasn't the only one who seemed to think that way, they seemed to have an unspoken agreement to be out longer hours, help as many people as possible and make Metropolis as safe as it used to be, then, maybe, they would both feel like it was time to try again.

It was close to three in the morning when they successfully stopped two more criminals from robbing a liquor store, the police was so close, she could see the red and blue lights approaching, they usually didn't answer their calls that fast. So Chloe ran over to Oliver and wrapped her arms around him, he was ready, waiting for her, "let's go." She whispered, eyes in the direction of the police cars.

Things had slowly been getting better, Oliver had been healing okay and they had talked about training more before going out again, learning how to work as a team and how to protect each other. Chloe had been hesitant about this at first, considering what she had done, but eventually she had agreed. They did, after all, have to help Metropolis, but this time, they would to it right. And with more time to prepare.

Which was why they were only out for dinner tonight. They both had felt like they needed to get out of the Watchtower for a while, and they had had a nice dinner and were now in one of the few, safer areas of Metropolis, where it was still possible to walk around and talk while enjoying ice cream, something neither one of them had done in a very long time.

Chloe smiled at Oliver when they sat down on one of the benches, "you're moving a lot better," she told him, relived to see him sitting down without wincing.

Chloe was panicking, her heart was beating fast as she ran down the stairs, "Oliver!?" She called out, the door was locked, including the three dead bolts, he hadn't left, he had to be there somewhere.

It had been a few days since she had found Oliver and had brought him over, he was healing, but he was still in pain, and when she woke up this morning, she couldn't find him. She had looked all over the apartment, he wasn't anywhere.

And then she noticed it. One of the windows was open, the window that had the stairs that lead to the roof. Chloe quickly climbed it, her eyes wide, "Oliver?" She called again, stopping at the top of the stairs and sighing deeply when she saw him standing there, his back to her as he looked down at Metropolis.

Chloe had heard about this place the night before, when she heard on the police scan that the cage fighter Carlos Mendez had been beaten to death outside the underground cage fighting club.

The place was exactly what she expected; dirty, disgusting, it smelled horrible and it was filled with men who smelled even worse. For a Monday night, it was crowded. She tightened her hand around the pepper spray in her jacket pocket, the other hand tightening around the small knife that she held around her other hand. She was wearing a hoodie over her head, the least attention she attracted to herself, the better.

Chloe pushed her way through the crowd and what she saw when she looked into the cage, that she didn't expect. Her breath caught in her throat, it was the first familiar face she had seen in half an year, but she wished she hadn't see him like that. Oliver had just been punched, full on the face, and his nose was gushing blood. She felt sick.