Prove It–2/2

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Author:  BlueSuede
Title:  Prove It
Rating: NC17
Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama
Pairings:  Chloe/Oliver
Summary: loosely based on Season 9 Echo.  Chloe goes to find Oliver in Mexico rather than Tess.
Warnings: sexual content, some explicit language


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Previous (Prove It--Part I)

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Part II: Getting Closer

Chloe's eyes flew open and she gasped for breath, body rigid. Almost as quickly she relaxed, knowing it had only been a dream. She'd had so many nightmares by now they barely shook her. They just meant she didn't sleep very well.

Speaking of sleeping well...there was a very strong male arm anchoring her to a very strong male. She blinked into the dark a few times as realization swept over her.

"Oliver..." she breathed, stifling a groan. Oh, God, what had she done? What had they done?

...and why were they cuddling?

It's not cuddling, she corrected herself, it's...sleeping in the same general vicinity. So I'm half on top of him. So he's naked. So I'm not wearing any underwear...that doesn't make it cuddling.

It felt an awful lot like cuddling. As a matter of fact, while she had a suspicion that her reaction should be to get away from him, her instinct–which she followed–was to bury herself further into his side.

Oliver waited in silence for what she would do. He felt her jolt awake, felt her take a few calming breaths to settle herself from whatever dream had frightened her, felt her body tense as she remembered where she was. His chest tightened when he heard her mutter his name. He'd been awake for half an hour, feeling her body trembling with unrest while a nightmare clearly disturbed her sleep.

Too exhausted to bother reading into what they had done or what they were doing, Oliver decided not to battle with himself and simply held her a little tighter, rubbing her back soothingly until she woke up. Then he pretended to be asleep while she registered reality, secretly studying her actions and responses. It took all he had to contain his surprise when she burrowed back into him, as if somehow he brought her comfort.

She was comforting. That much was clear. He hadn't felt this calm, this still since he'd first hear Clark's words.

"Oliver crossed the line. He's not one of us anymore."

From that moment, it was as if a curse took effect. Everything he touched fell apart. Hell, he shot Clark Kent with a kryptonite arrow. It was like all moral compass had left him, and he'd managed to delude himself that he was doing the right thing.

Oh be honest with yourself, Oliver. This started long before Clark Kent called you out on your bullshit. You could say it goes back to the day you killed Lex, but if you really wanna be honest with yourself, you've been a jackass since grade school. You were a two-bit bully then, and now you're a full-grown two-bit bully.

He wanted a drink.

He was about to get up for one when Chloe stirred just slightly in her sleep and he looked down at her. He debated. On the one hand, he was desperately craving the soothing burn of a bottle of whiskey, not to mention the peaceful oblivion it promised to bring with it.

On the other hand, Chloe looked much more relaxed now that she was asleep again, and he suspected that if she was dreaming, it wasn't as frightening as it had been before. Would he disturb her if he got up? Worse, would he wake her and have to face her? Sure, she was content beside him for the moment, but when she woke properly, would she turn accusing, disgusted eyes on him? Would she finally hate him like he'd intended her to?

He swallowed tightly, his throat growing dryer with each thought.

He glanced toward the window where he could just see the first pale pink glimmer of sunrise. It wouldn't properly rise for another hour. He wondered vaguely what day it was.

Finally giving in to the fact that he wasn't going to get up at risk of disturbing Chloe, he dropped his head back into the pillow in discontent.

Chloe shifted again, sighing, her hand trailing over his chest a few inches. He glanced down at the top of her head without moving too much, but then reached across his chest to push the hair out of her face, examining her neutral expression.

He wondered what had happened to Chloe since he'd last seen her. The changes were subtle, but he could see them. He payed attention to Chloe ever since the day she switched places with Lois. He knew her better than she realized.

The last time he'd seen her, Chloe was not the kind of person who came bursting into shady bars in Mexico, gun blazing. She was not the kind of person who went to bed with someone like him.

Although...he had the vaguest suspicion that, very much like the old Chloe, somehow she'd outsmarted him at some point, though he wasn't sure when or how. The feeling remained nonetheless. He kept hearing her yesterday in the bar, when he'd suggested his hotel, just to watch her squirm.

"Fine."

His own response remained true.

"This...feels like a trick."

It did feel like a trick, he thought as he traced his hand over her back, causing his shirt to rise up her body a few inches. It was huge on her, but he liked it. How was it even possible that he was lying here with someone like Chloe...not just someone like her, but Chloe herself, in bed with him? How was it possible that he'd kissed her and she hadn't broken his nose in response?

It's possible because tomorrow morning she's going to come to her senses and leave and never look back. Enjoy the moment, Queen. It'll be fleeting.

So he did. He leaned down and kissed her hair, breathing in deeply to memorize her scent and the moment of happiness that he didn't deserve and would probably never see again. He tightened his grip on her before falling asleep.

Hours later, Oliver woke with a strange feeling. Bright light was streaming into the room, causing him to throw an arm over his eyes.

Why did he feel so weird?

Suddenly it dawned on him. He actually couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up not hungover.

"Weird," he muttered and Chloe looked up at him, smirking.

"He wakes."

His eyes flew open beneath his arm. Right. He had a girl in his room.

Chloe was sitting cross-legged at the end of his bed, still wearing his shirt, and dangling her torn panties from her finger. "So tell me," she said, holding up the undergarments in indication, "was this really necessary?"

All he could do was raise his eyebrows at her. For someone who was supposed to be storming out in disgust, she looked awfully...

"I ordered room service on your tab," she said unabashedly. "I was hungry."

Chipper.

Chloe couldn't help it. She was incredibly conscious of the fact that she was supposed to be embarrassed or upset or maybe angry at the moment. At the very least, she should be bracing herself for the coming storm–and she was doing her best–but she was in a good mood. With the exception of the one nightmare, she hadn't slept that well, or that long since before she allowed Davis to take residence in her basement.

Not to mention she still had afterglow. There were a thousand things wrong with her present situation, but that didn't mean it hadn't been nice to actually get some.

Lois would be proud, she thought in idle amusement. She brought her attention back to Oliver, who was staring at her as though he expected her face to melt off like the guy in Poltergeist or something.

There was a knock on the door, and a muffled announcement of "Room Service," before Chloe had a chance to say anything else, and she jumped up from the bed to get the door, leaving Oliver to stare after her in shock. Unable to stop himself, his eyes traveled the length of her legs until they vanished under his shirt while she leaned around the door, half-hiding behind it, saying something to the server. Then, to his surprise, she opened the door wide and let the server in, completely unconcerned by her state of dress.

And mine, he remembered with wild eyes, yanking the sheets a little further up his body.

Not that the teenage boy noticed him. He was busy staring at Chloe, Adam's apple bobbing as he smiled nervously at her and set the tray down.

Oliver's expression turned to a glower as the boy took far too long to drop off a simple tray. His glare followed him as he backed out of the room with fervent reassurances of "If there's anything else at all, Miss."

Chloe caught the look Oliver was shooting the closed door, and raised an amused eyebrow. Well that was unexpected. Looked like his protective–or maybe jealous–streak was relatively in tact.

She snatched his boxers off the floor and tossed them at him. "Hungry?" she asked, trying not to laugh too hard when they hit him in the face.

He turned to glare at her now, but he was distracted by the loud growl his stomach let out. With no alcohol in his stomach and no hangover making him nauseous, he suddenly wondered when the last time was he'd eaten.

He watched unblinkingly, mouth watering, as Chloe lifted one of the covers and picked up a strawberry, taking a swift bite of it.

Damn.

Oliver wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't in control of the situation, and he really didn't like not being in control of the situation. He also had the uncanny impression that the moment he opened his mouth he was going to ruin whatever miracle was currently happening. He watched her nibble at the last bit of the strawberry before tossing the stem in the waste bin, and he swallowed uncomfortably.

This wasn't happening.

Finally, he opened his mouth to say something, determined to bring control back to his corner, but before he got a word out, she held her hand up and stopped him. She swallowed another strawberry before addressing him more forcefully.

"If what you're about to say is either callous, rude, degrading, or all of the above, I strongly recommend you don't say it."

He glared at her, standing up to pull on his boxers instead.

She smiled smugly. "That's what I thought."

She picked up another strawberry and was about to pop it in her mouth when it was unceremoniously tugged from her hand. She turned to see Oliver facing her, holding the strawberry out of her reach. He didn't look amused. "What are you doing here, Chloe? What do you want?"

She rolled her eyes. "See, that's exactly what I was talking about." Ignoring the strawberry, she poured herself a cup of the fresh coffee. She decided against sugar or milk. She was going to need undiluted caffeine to survive this morning.

Yes, she was in a good mood, but she also knew what she was in for.

Oliver looked more and more sour as she continued to be unfazed by him. He grabbed her arm and wrenched her around to face him, causing the coffee to slosh. "I don't what know delusions you're suckering yourself into, but you can clear out."

She met his eyes defiantly. "I have no delusions about you, Oliver, believe me. All I want is for you to talk to me. As agreed," she reminded flatly.

He scoffed. "I'm not going to sit here and play twenty questions with you, Chloe. I've got nothing to talk about."

Chloe laughed, tugging her arm out of his too-tight grasp to go rinse the coffee off her hand. "That's a riot." She snatched a towel and wiped her arm dry, all the while resisting the urge to rub her other arm where Oliver had held it. It hurt badly. She wondered mildly whether a light bruise would have blossomed there tomorrow. The man seriously needed to get a gage of his own strength. Then again, she thought, glancing at the obvious anger on his face, maybe he knows exactly how strong he is. The thought worried her.

"What's the matter, Chloe?" he smirked. "You look nervous."

She shook her head. "I already proved last night, Oliver, you can't scare me."

She's got a point, the voice in his head piped up again, why don't you just talk to the woman? She's clearly not going to abandon you if she hasn't already.

He almost gave into it, to her. Part of him wanted to just accept the help that she was offering, but the more he looked at her, the guiltier he felt. Why didn't she hate him? She was supposed to hate him. He'd as good as killed her husband for God's sake!

"Why don't you admit what's really going on here, Chloe." he said, voice cold. "Your little collection of heroes is incomplete without me. Is that how you see it?" Her eyes flashed, and he didn't know whether it was hurt or warning, but he took that he'd managed to hit home. "Well I apologize sincerely for thwarting your plans to have a full set," he said sarcastically. "But look at it this way: I'm not really a hero, so in the end, you really did collect 'em all, didn't you? Perfect. So you can just...just..." he lost his train of thought. The expression on Chloe's face effectively silenced him. Then he collected himself, furious, "What the hell are you crying about? I haven't even said anything that horrible! I've practically been nice here considering what I could have said!"

Chloe didn't respond. She looked as if she were afraid that if she moved or spoke, she might fall apart completely. Silently, a single tear finally brimmed over and trailed down her cheek.

Oliver couldn't take it anymore. "I've had enough. Get the hell out. Now."

Shaking, Chloe croaked out one word. "No."

"Excuse me?" he demanded.

Pulling back her shoulders and biting back the tears that had formed against her will, "I said 'no.'"

Oliver turned around and picked up all of her clothes, shredded underwear included, then walked over to the door. He held them up as if to make sure she saw them and tossed them into the hall. "Get out."

"No."

"Stop saying no!"

"No!"

Rage was bubbling inside of him and Oliver almost didn't remember crossing the space between the open door and Chloe. He locked his hand around her arm in a vice-like grip and started dragging her toward the door, Chloe struggling all the way.

"Get your hands off me," she said through clenched teeth, trying futilely to break free. They reached the door and she managed to hook her foot around the door and slam it shut in front of him. "I'm not just some whore you can toss out on her ass," she warned him, and Oliver's gut twisted at the strain in her voice.

That's right, Chloe. Now you're getting it.

"You can yell at me. You can be a jerk to me. Hell, you can screw me, but you can't get rid of me. I want to help you, Oliver, you damn ass!"

"I don't want your help!" he lied furiously. "Go find another poor sap to play nursemaid to," he flung her away from him and she hit the wall, gasping.

"There is no one else!" she threw back before she could stop herself.

Oliver paused mid-comeback. "What?"

Her voice was quiet this time. "I said there is no one else. They're all gone."

Wishing he had an outlet for his anger he heaved a frustrated breath. "What are you talking about?" Unable to bear the tragic look on her face he turned away, immediately heading to find a drink. Chloe cut off his path.

"Exactly what I said," she answered, standing in his way. "They're gone, Oliver. Bart, Dinah, A.C., Victor. Clark." She choked.

Oliver felt like the oxygen was being sucked out of the room. She was alone. He remembered wondering what had happened to change her since he last saw her. Now he knew.

What the hell is wrong with all of them? he raged internally. She lost her damn husband and they all abandoned her?

...I abandoned her, too.

He swallowed, staring at her, realizing she was still talking.

"–and I need you, Oliver. I need you to stop being so damn selfish and full of yourself and be the leader we both know you are! You can't just–Oliver?"

He was staring at her like he'd never seen her before.

"What?" she asked defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.

"All of them?"

"All of who what?"

"All of them left?"

She swallowed. "Yes."

"Not one of them stayed t–to–" He couldn't seem to spit it out. To take care of you?

"No."

"Lois?"

She rolled her eyes, throat thick from admitting how alone she was. "Would you just stop it, Oliver?" she asked. "Lois went missing for weeks and now that she's back she...just...never mind. I'm not asking you to come home because I want you to feel sorry for me or because I need a playmate or whatever. I'm asking you to come home because I'm worried about you, because I want you to get your life together, and because as your friend–" She caught the face he made and decided to re-emphasize. "As your friend, Oliver, I want you to stop trying to hurt yourself. You need perspective, and you need to bring your team back together because the world needs you. And before you turn this on me," she added, cutting off his next comeback, "I don't care if you fire me and bar me from contact with all of you if it means that you will get that team back in commission. Understand?"

"Why?"

"OLIVER!" Chloe shouted in exasperation, turning away from him to go collapse on his bed, unable to take it anymore.

He waved her off. "Not why to that crap. I meant why did everyone else leave?"

She lifted her head to stare dubiously at him. Why was he so hung up on that? Lifting her eyes to the ceiling, she responded dryly, "I don't know. You tell me, Ollie. Why did you go? Hmm?"

He opened his mouth and gave a few false starts before closing it again uncertainly. Were they all blaming themselves like he was? That was bullshit. He'd made the decisions. They'd only followed his orders. He shook his head in confusion.

Chloe watched him curiously. She'd obviously said something that threw him, but she couldn't figure out what. Sighing, she dropped her head back down, her next words going up to the ceiling. "Would you mind verbalizing your inner monologue so I can at least keep up with that morbid mind of yours?"

"I didn't know."

She lifted her head again, confused. "What?"

"I didn't know...that you were...that everyone else left."

Chloe pushed herself up a little further, resting on her elbows now as she watched him. "Right...well, that would be one of the side effects of running away to join the circus: you don't know what's going on at home."

He heaved an impatient sigh. "No...I just..." Thought you were being looked after, he finished in his head, unable to vocalize the words. He gave up finally, going over to sit in the chair, burying his face in his hands.

She watched his progress bemusedly, unsure what was happening exactly, although she had the very vaguest of suspicions that she was getting somewhere. She rose from the bed and walked over to him, hesitating a moment before running a hand through his hair soothingly.

"Just come home, Oliver. We'll take it one step at a time. I'm not saying I want you to put your gear on tonight or anything. I just...want you to stop hurting yourself, like I said. I care about you."

"Why?" he mumbled.

"Why what?"

He pulled his face out of his hands and looked at her determinedly. "Why on earth do you care about me? After everything I've done to you?"

She frowned slightly. "What exactly have you done to me?"

He laughed coldly. "Are you kidding?" he asked, rising so quickly from the chair that he knocked her off balance as he pushed past her. "I drove you to run away with a serial killer. I shot a lethal arrow in your best friend's back. I got your husband killed. And," he gestured wildly to the bed, "last night I–I–" he stammered, remembering exactly what he'd done.

I made love to you when I have no right to. And then this morning I made you feel like a whore.

Chloe let him get it all out, however much some of it shocked her, before slowly addressing the list one by one. "First, no one, and I mean no one, 'made' me run away with Davis. Not even him, technically–although there was definitely pressure. I did that of my own free will. It was a mistake and I have to live with the consequences of that."

"I told you you were one of the bad guys," he countered. "I made you feel like you had nowhere to turn, no other alternatives. If I'd been more understanding–"

"I still would have run off in a desperate, albeit misguided, attempt to protect you and everyone else I love. Moving on, I'm not going to say it was the best circumstances for firing a little kryptonite at Clark, but in the end, he was fine as usual, and a little karma had to catch up with him eventually. You didn't do Clark any permanent damage, so quit worrying about that. And..." she gathered herself together, needing all her strength to talk about Jimmy, "you hardly got Jimmy killed. And if we're getting hyper-technical–" she rolled her eyes "–he was technically my ex-husband. I think between myself and Davis, even you couldn't have saved Jimmy from us. I trusted Davis too much. I–" her voice broke off and she had to stop for a moment, grateful that Oliver didn't interrupt. "But at the end of the day, no matter how guilty I feel, or you feel, or anyone else feels, Davis killed Jimmy, and no one else." She forced her eyes off the floor, meeting Oliver's to make sure he believed her. "Davis killed him, Oliver. Not you."

Oliver swallowed tightly, allowing her words to soak in, the affirmation that he'd so desperately needed but told himself would never come.

He tried not to think about the fact that she didn't address the fact that he'd slept with her when he had no right to go near her.

She didn't push you away. She kissed you right back. It's not like you forced yourself on her. If she'd said no...

But would he have stopped? The idea frightened him indescribably. What if he hadn't?

I would have, he argued. I would have stopped. That's one line I...would never cross, he finished after a beat, almost as if he could hear Chloe saying it to him the night before. It was true.

Chloe watched anxiously as a war waged within the man in front of her, and she held her breath when he finally spoke.

"What happens if I come back, Chloe? What am I supposed to do?" He raked his hand through his hair in frustration. "I...wouldn't know where to start. And what am I even supposed to come back to?" he added tiredly.

She almost wept, her relief was so immense. No, he hadn't come right out and said he would go back, but for the first time he was talking like he might, and that right there was more than half the battle.

She walked over to him and reached up to cup his cheek, and he saw the tears threatening in her eyes, his heart thudding at her touch. "For one thing, baby steps, like I said. My suggestion would be to start working on Oliver Queen before adding too many extracurriculars," she teased mildly before continuing seriously. "Your company's in trouble, Oliver. You need to save it before it falls apart or worse," she joked, "Tess becomes the sole CEO."

He chuckled breathily in spite of himself.

"Start there," she nodded encouragingly. "Everything else will start falling into place a lot easier than you think. I promise."

She started to drop her hand, but he caught it unthinkingly, holding it up just an inch from his face. "And what about what I have to come back to?" he repeated, and part of him–a very, very small part–saw the undeniable humor in the fact that Oliver Queen was exhibiting nervousness around a woman.

Chloe swallowed, not sure what to say. Finally, she repeated what she'd promised the night before. "I'm not going to leave you."

Was it her, or was he moving closer?

He brought a hand up to tilt her chin slightly, brushing a thumb over her lips, which parted in a sharp intake of breath.

Yep, definitely getting closer.

"What if–" he began, his throat dry. He swallowed and tried again. "What if I wanted you to..." he took a deep breath, "to do more than that?"

He is extremely close. Like, really, really close. Wait a minute. What did he just say? Okay, seriously, he really can't get much closer.

"What if I wanted you?"

Very, very close. If he were any closer, he'd be–

Oliver leaned down and placed a very hesitant, feather-light kiss against her lips, the complete opposite of the way he'd first kissed her the night before.

–that.

Chloe's eyes were closed. He didn't know what that meant. Terrified, he wrenched out the question, "Chloe?"

"Very close," she mumbled to herself, not opening her eyes, apparently concentrating on something.

He wished she'd react properly to something for once in her life. Didn't she ever react like a normal person? Probably not. "Close to what?" he asked finally, unable to stand it.

Her eyes opened in surprise, as if she hadn't realized she'd said it out loud. Looking into his eyes, she leaned up a little bit, as if she were seeking to be a little closer to his lips. "Do that again," she requested quietly, and Oliver obliged readily. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed her against him before leaning down to kiss her, more firmly this time, but still gentle. She moaned into his mouth, kissing him back, increasing the pressure slightly before pulling back and mating their foreheads.

"Yeah," she whispered. "You can do that whenever you want."

Comments

[chlavis333.livejournal.com]

Great chapter! I really love Ollie's reaction Ollie had when he found out that everyone abandoned her. I like stories about Chloe coming and getting Ollie and being strong and being there but someone needs to be there for her. It still boggles my mind how she survived the first half of season 9 without going crazy. Everyone abandoned her and yet she was still saving everyone and working for everyone and trying to bring everyone together.
I loved that it looked like that really was the thing that made Ollie want to change and come back. He couldn't stand the thought that no one was there for her. Awwwwwwe.

Fantastic job as usual. I always love your writing.

[chlollifan84.livejournal.com]

Soooooo good and intense! I really love this fic!
Congrat!!

[daydreamer22688.livejournal.com]

I loved this story. The way you wrote their emotions was just so perfect.

Gah...they're just so perfect for each other in every situation :)

[soapfan101.livejournal.com]

Pure awesome....

[jessicaj703.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is just crying out for a sequel! I loved this story. Great job with the characterizations - Ollie's internal monologue was especially believable and sorta heartbreaking. I'd love to see where they'd go from here. How this would change (or hopefully not) upon their return to Metropolis. ;)

And if you're ever looking for another prompt, I'd love to read your take on Prophecy if Ollie found Chloe in the cave insread of Kara. It would easily explain where she'd been for those 3 weeks - trying to help Ollie without telling him. :)

[liselle2010.livejournal.com]

See, I am just selfish because I really want to see this one continue on. This was so heartbreakingly beautiful. I just want to wrap my arms around both of them.

[heartbeatsgreen.livejournal.com]

Yay, I'm so glad you wrote a sequel ! And there's more to come \O/
Can't wait !! =D

[lilisullivan.livejournal.com]

I really love your fic. You did a great job with the characterisation of both Oliver and Chloe.
First chapter was incredibly hot and the second one was heartbreaking when Ollie learned that everyone abandoned Chloe as well.

[fidesangelus.livejournal.com]

So happy. Wonderful job. I'll just make this my personal canon now and call it good. ;)

[phoenix-173.livejournal.com]

Lovelovelove it! I always liked the idea that since Chloe wasn't some perfect pseudo-Lana she had flaws. Flaws that made her more human and more able to help Oliver. She's made her own mistakes and learned from them. And I loved the last bit with Oliver inching closer to her until the kiss. Wonderful!

:D

Galen

[iluvaqt.livejournal.com]

Ahhh scarily gorgeous. The intensity of everything was pulling me in every which direction and for a moment there I thought her strength would leave her but then she finally breaks through. He thought his leaving was the best thing for her, but he realized different when he realized that she was suffering alone, just like he was. :D

[gabrielladusult.livejournal.com]

OK -- I seriously don't think this should be the end of it -- but this is perfect so far, so maybe I shouldn't even hint at complaining. Thank you for being consistently excellent!

[jediyoda99.livejournal.com]

Awesome update. I like how Chloe and Oliver broke down infront of each other and fixed themselves together. They both found themselves and together they are discovering their purpose. Is it too much to ask for an epilogue?

[queensil.livejournal.com]

OMG OMG. This was perfection. I totally adored this fic *seriously, I kind got down when I saw only "2/2"*. They way you got Oliver is just greatly done. We totally can feel him, parts of Ollie's thoughts to me def gets so right about pos-Warrior and thinking on her, of course in another context. *idk if I commented or not in your last fic about Ollie's insight about Chloe, that actually made CRY and my "director-head" just imagined a perfect way of shoot scene like that - lol blushes*

This fic just makes my heart beats better. I just love these two blonds together sooo much. They were meant for each other.

[tadashee.livejournal.com]

I love this story! haha and i love the part about oliver being confused about her reactions the most because her reactions crack me up! i can totally imagine her saying, " yeah, you can do that whenever you want." the story was hot and i feel like if smallville were to end in 9 seasons instead of 10 then that is exactly how it would have went down! love it!

[chlarks-cupid.livejournal.com]

This was heartbreaking beautiful. Such a brilliant chapter, I love how you wrote Ollie.
Loved it :)

[emily isham christensen (from livejournal.com)]

This story was so good. I loved that Chole wouldn't let him push her away. It was very hot too. Thanks, I love your writing and look forward to any new posts ;)

Love the way you see Chlollie

[voz-76.livejournal.com]

I love the way you see and voice Chlollie. Chloe and Oliver always seem to have these expressions in Smallville that tend to voice more than what is said and the fact that you express their thoughts and emotions so brilliantly in your fics is amazing. I enjoyed the fact that you took a canon episode, twisted it, and made it your own. I would have preferred your scenario rather than the official canon with Tess. Please continue this AU universe by either continuing "Prove It" or by starting a new fic in this universe. I would love to see how they react to each other and to their other "super friends" once they are "home" and how you would evolve their story. I would also love it if you could twist other canon episodes and Chlolliefy them. I think Smallville waited too long once Lollie was over to start on Chlollie especially since Clark and Lois was always their end game. Loved your take on this one and can't wait to see what else you come up with.