Talking in Your Sleep-16/21

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Author:  BlueSuede
Title:  Talking in Your Sleep
Rating: NC17
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Pairings:  Chloe/Oliver, Chloe/Green Arrow, Lois/Bruce, Lois/Clark
Summary:  Intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet, Chloe Sullivan, has her heart stolen by the masked hero, Green Arrow, but can she be satisfied with not knowing his real identity?
Warnings: There will probably be some minor spoilers, particularly for Season 6.  There will also be a ridiculously unnecessary amount of smut.  You've been warned.



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Chapter 1

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I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Greenday

–16–

It was nothing short of a miracle. How he had made it to his apartment, zip-lining onto his balcony, stumbling through his apartment, crawling feebly to his safe and pulling out the vial...he would never know how he had managed it except that it just wasn't his time to go.

That was...assuming it worked of course. And there was a good chance it didn't.

He opened the briefcase and pulled out the small glass vial, clear liquid inside and managed to stick the needle in and extract it after several tries, his vertigo increasing every second. With his last breath of energy he jabbed the needle into his arm and injected the RL65, praying it worked, a brief, regretful thought of Chloe swimming in the far corner of his mind. And another of his parents. Friends he'd made and treated poorly...

And then, suddenly, things were clearing up.

If I'm dying, it could be worse.

Breathing became easier until all of a sudden he felt completely fine. Pushing himself off the floor, he ripped off his vest and then black under armor, wiping the smear of blood away and staring in amazement at the unmarred skin where a bullet had blown clean through moments ago.

He flexed his fist, awed, feeling adrenaline and energy coursing through him, like he wasn't just repaired, he was improved.

"Wow," he breathed.

Lois tapped her pencil distractedly the next day, staring at her cousin's empty desk. She checked her watch. It was almost five o'clock.

Surely the police station wouldn't hold her for this long?

"Hey, Lane!" Perry called her, clearly in a temper.

Lois looked up and saw him gesturing her inside his office. She sighed, looked like it was her turn to get some grief.

"Hiya, Chief," Lois said brightly when she entered his office.

"Don't give me that. Where's your cousin?"

Lois raised an eyebrow. "She said she was stopping by the police station this morning about some threatening mail she received."

Perry's eyebrows rose significantly. "First, she didn't tell me about that, and she oughta know better. Second, it's probably just a hoax anyway, so I don't know why she's wasting her time. Third, she didn't send me her report on the airshow from yesterday and you can bet I'm none too pleased about that. Tell her she better be after a hell of a lead if she's missing a deadline," he warned. "Get outa here."

"Sure, Chief," Lois said hurriedly, eager to get out of his office and call Chloe. It wasn't like her not to e-mail Perry if she was going to be late. He normally didn't care, as long as it was for a story, but Chloe made a habit of it anyway.

But what worried her the most was that Chloe hadn't e-mailed in her assignment. That wasn't just unlike Chloe. That had Case of the Body Snatchers written all over it.

Rifling through her things she located her phone and pressed 1 on the speed-dial. She waited out every ring until the voicemail picked up and she nervously hung up. Something felt off. She looked around for Clark to ask if he had heard from Chloe that morning, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey Matt," Lois grabbed the sleeve of the man walking past.

"Lane, if I have to tell you one more time that it's Kyle...how do you even come up with Matt? They're nothing–"

"Sorry, Kyle, whatever," Lois waved him off a bit frantically.

He eyed her curiously. "Something wrong, Lane?"

"Have you seen Clark?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I think the boss sent him on assignment over in Granville first thing this morning." He paused, curiosity turning to the slightest bit of concern. "You okay, Lane?" he asked.

She shook herself. "Yeah, fine." She reached for her jacket and slung it on. "I'm heading out. Do me a huge favor, Matt, and if Chloe comes in, tell her to call me," she told him as she headed for the door.

"IT'S KYLE!" he shouted after her in frustration as she dashed for the door.

Lois didn't waste time walking to Chloe's apartment. She whistled loudly for a cab and was at the building in a matter of minutes. Once there, she buzzed herself in with the clearance code Chloe had given her when she first moved in, and then headed up to Chloe's apartment.

She swallowed at the sight of the door just slightly ajar, as if someone hadn't quite closed it properly. Knocking on it as she opened the door, she let herself in, and tripped over something on the floor.

Chloe's purse.

"Oh shit this looks bad," Lois murmured, stooping down to pick up the purse. She set it on the counter and sorted through it. Sure enough, Chloe's wallet was in there, and there was no way she would leave home without it. She pulled out the white envelope, folded in half, that contained the anonymous threat, proof that Chloe wasn't at the police station.

Her heart stopped and a few curses spilled out as Lois felt anxiety start to take over.

She would call the police. That had to be done first. She pulled out her own cell phone, ready to make the call, but then paused.

The police would probably take Chloe's laptop to search for any clues, and she might need them first.

She didn't want to play games with time when her cousin's life might be in danger, and she was shaking clumsily as she rushed to Chloe's room to search for her laptop.

Calm down, Lo, she told herself, taking a deep breath. It'll be fine.

The way she saw it she needed a hero, and she had two options on how to find one. Given that she didn't want to fling herself off a building in hopes that Superman might show up, she felt like option B was a safer choice.

"Fifty," Oliver grunted, raising the barbell for the final time before setting it on the rack above him. This was incredible. He'd never felt so good. He grabbed a towel automatically, but as he wiped his forehead, he realized he'd barely broken a sweat.

This is incredible. God, I haven't felt this good since...I've never felt this good.

He disregarded the fact that in his meeting with Dr. Black she'd tried to warn him about side-effects. The fool didn't know what she was sitting on. The RL65 formula had worked perfectly, and he felt more than fine.

He grinned, heading for the kitchen to get some water, thoughts drifting to his plans with Chloe that evening. He'd been planning something simple. Nothing too crazy, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of a private box somewhere...or at least buying out a movie theatre for the night. Chloe would enjoy that, he decided. His hand was halfway to his phone to make the call when he heard an instant message alert sound from his office.

Eyebrows up, he headed for the computer and shook off the screensaver.

Speak of the devil...

Requested chat from Sidekick101

Ignore Accept

This was the first time she'd initiated any contact with the Green Arrow since that fateful night.

"Huh," he muttered under his breath, moving the mouse to click 'Accept.'

emeraldarcher1 hey, gorgeous

There was a momentary pause and he wondered what she was thinking. He felt a muscle in his jaw tick at the idea that maybe she had convinced herself she wanted the archer over Oliver Queen.

Then, finally, he got an answer.

sidekick101 this isn't Chloe.

Anger and worry seized him simultaneously.

emeraldarcher1 how the hell did you hack a secure room?

sidekick101 I didn't hack...well, I did, but the point is, this is Lois, Chloe's cousin

sidekick101 Chloe's in trouble.

He was about to fly into the fact that apparently Chloe was gossiping with her cousin about her relationship with a superhero, but he got distracted by the second statement

emeraldarcher1 what happened

sidekick101 I think she's been kidnapped.

sidekick101 she didn't show up for work or hand in her latest assignment. Her apartment was unlocked and empty. her purse and wallet are here

emeraldarcher1 call the police.

emeraldarcher1 she got her phone with her?

sidekick101 planning on it.

sidekick101 might. why?

emeraldarcher1 rigged it with a traffic device about a month ago.

emeraldarcher1 I'll find her. I promise. And whoever the hell took her will regret it.

He logged off without giving Lois a chance to say anything else, not needing to know anything else except that Chloe needed him.

Chloe groaned, her eyes flicking open as her head throbbed. "Why is it always me..." she mumbled.

She glanced around the room.

A warehouse. Well that's original.

She realized she wasn't alone and started. There was another woman there. Recognition swept over her, and her heart sank. "Oh, Kate, I am so sorry," she said under her breath.

Kate, ex-Mayor Prinn's former secretary, looked as if she'd had a rough night of it. She was bruised and there was some dried blood on her lip. Chloe wondered nervously how long she'd been there. Kate was supposed to be under witness protection.

On yet another wall was an unconscious man that Chloe couldn't place, though he looked vaguely familiar

Chloe tugged a little at her wrists to determine what they'd tied them with. She was hooked around some sort of pipe so she couldn't move around the room. They hadn't bothered to bind her legs.

Yes, duct tape. Amateurs... she grinned to herself.

Let's see...what else do I have? She looked around and jumped a little when Kate groaned.

"Kate?" Chloe called across the room. "Kate, hun, can you hear me? Are you all right? Wake up."

Kate groaned again and looked confusedly at Chloe. Chloe wasn't bothering to look at her though. Instead she was taking in everything within sight, all the while using her fingernails to start attempting a tear in the duct tape, not too successful so far. There was one door, and a few windows just below the ceiling, about nine and a half feet up...maybe big enough to crawl through, but it would probably be a tight squeeze. It was hard to judge.

"Kate, you gotta answer me, hun. Who brought us here?"

A slightly better chance conveyed itself in the form of an equally difficult to reach ventilation shaft, but she would have heck of a time navigating it if she made it up there.

"Miss Sullivan?" Kate asked, squinting blearily at her.

"That's right, Kate, how you doin' over there? You all right?"

Momentarily giving up on awkwardly trying to curl her fingers enough to pick at the tape, she started exploring the pipe she was tied to, starting at the base.

"I've been better," Kate said unpleasantly.

She brought her knees up to her chest and slowly, very slowly, pushed her way up against the pole, running her hands all over it, feeling for anything that might help.

"Kate, what are your hands tied with?" Chloe asked.

Raising an eyebrow, Kate tugged her arms a bit to consider the possibilities. "Feels like plastic," she muttered, wincing when she tugged a little too hard. She shook her head, evidently furious. "Figures," she muttered. "Day I come out of witness protection somebody jumps me on my way home. This sucks. Oh my God," she said suddenly, the reality setting in on her. "Oh my God, are we going to die?" she asked, fear draining her face of color. "Oh God...oh God...my life has been so boring. I haven't even done anything. I can't just die."

"Kate, pull it together," Chloe said. "You said plastic. Hard thin plastic or or soft sticky plastic?"

"I don't know," she said, obviously not pulling it together. "Umm...hard and thin, I guess?"

Chloe resisted cursing. A zip-tie. That would be a lot more difficult. Then something on the pipe caught her attention and she shifted her weight slightly to better examine it.

"Kate, do you know who that man is?" Chloe asked, jerking her head in indication at the still lifeless figure.

Kate craned her neck to try to see his face, her body trembling. "I...umm...oh my god..."

"What? Who is he?" Chloe asked, heart beating faster as she found the spot again. There was a bolt on the pipe that had come unscrewed just slightly and rusted, causing the head to break off. It wasn't especially sharp, but it was enough. She dragged her hands over it, wincing when she accidentally scraped her forearm. Then she started using the broken end of the bolt to saw into the duct tape.

"I think...I think that's the district attorney."

Chloe paused briefly, eyes snapping to the man in question. Oh shit. Yep, that's him. David Otten, DA for the city of Metropolis. Well, that more or less confirmed any doubts on the matter. Prinn, you sorry ass of a man, I don't know how you pulled this off from prison, but so help me, I'm going to make sure your sorry hide never sees the light of day for this one.

In her overzealousness, she accidentally knocked the bolt loose and it went clattering to the floor, rolling away slightly. "Shit shit shit," she muttered, sinking back to the ground.

"Why do you think he hasn't woken up, yet?" asked the incredibly unhelpful Kate as Chloe managed to toe off one of her heels.

"I'm not sure. Might not have been knocked out by the same method. Could have been chloroform. We'll ask when he comes to. That'll be a fun chat," she muttered the last bit sarcastically.

Kate stared at Chloe, who was awkwardly stretching out across the floor. "Why do you know so much about this?"

Chloe laughed humorlessly. "Not my first time to the rodeo, Kate. Listen, I want you to pay close attention to your surroundings okay. Can you feel anything useful or anything that you could use to try to break that zip-tie on your wrists?"

Kate just sat and stared.

"Kate!" Chloe emphasized, then grunted as she stretched her foot out and just barely touched the bolt with her toes.

Why doesn't anyone ever use good old fashioned hand-cuffs anymore? Chloe wondered. I could have picked open a pair of cuffs in seconds. Her toes managed to grip the bolt and she sighed in relief as she started to lift it toward herself.

"I...I don't think so. I can't find anything."

"That's okay Kate, you just hang in there–Damn!" The sound of their third party stirring startled her and she dropped the bolt, which rolled further away.

Tongue stuck out in concentration, she slid further down until she was practically all the way on her back, groping around for the bolt.

He moaned, head rolling to one side, and Kate watched Chloe raptly.

She breathed another sigh of relief when she found the small piece of metal again, gripping it with her toes again and dragging it along the ground this time, rather than risk lifting and therefore dropping it again.

"What am I–"

"Ssshhh!" Kate hushed. "She's concentrating?"

"What?"

"Shush!" Kate met the eyes of the very confused DA and then jerked her head towards Chloe, who was slowly and carefully dragging her foot along the floor.

The man, who apparently had good sense, bit his tongue temporarily, but all of their blood ran cold when they heard a distant door slamming.

Sweat broke out on Chloe's forehead as she started pushing herself into a sitting position, foot cramping up around the rusted screw as she silently vowed to do more crunches from here on out.

"Come on, come on, come on," she muttered, panting for breath when she was upright again. Doing her best to hurry without being careless as they heard muffled voices approaching, she managed to push herself into a kneeling position, so that she could reach down and lift the bolt carefully in her fingers, immediately continuing to saw into the tape that was beginning to cut off circulation in her hands. "DA...Otten, right?"

He nodded. "When we get out of this–"

But before she could finish the door swung open and she immediately shut her mouth and turned all her attention on cutting herself loose.

A woman in her forties entered first, looking prim and polished right down to her toes. She was wearing a brown blazer and slacks, and pointy-toed, spiked heels. Her bleached hair was hair-sprayed into an immaculate bun that wouldn't have shifted in a hurricane, and her false fingernails were painted a grotesque hot pink. Her face looked like there wasn't a bit left that hadn't been injected with botox. Following shortly behind her was a man of similar age, wearing a sporting a leather jacket and faded blue jeans. He looked almost handsome except for the greedy look in his eyes and the scar that ran down his left cheek.

The woman looked coldly pleased. "Excellent. I knew there was a reason my husband trusted you. And you're sure these are the correct people. I recognize the DA, of course." She walked over to examine Kate more closely. "Ah yes. This is definitely her. But what about the other one? I've never seen her."

"That's Sullivan, all right, ma'am. Been following her for a few days to be sure."

Chloe made no visible reaction to any of this, too busy trying to cut into the duct tape, which was just beginning to fray a little.

The man cleared his throat, and the woman straightened up. "You'll get paid when the job is finished."

The man narrowed his eyes. "We agreed that I get half for bringing 'em in. I'll collect the rest later," he informed her, his expression booking no room for argument.

Sighing as if it were a major inconvenience to her, the woman reached into her purse and pulled out a fat envelope, handing it over to the man, who nodded and stuck it in the inside pocket of his jacket, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Dirty whore," Kate said through her teeth.

Chloe looked at Kate in surprise and the woman whipped around wide-eyed. "What did you call me, you filthy slut?"

"I called you a dirty whore!" Kate yelled, and Chloe's jaw dropped open. She actually paused a moment in her attempt to free herself. She couldn't say she knew the former secretary all that well, but she had a strong suspicion that this was slightly atypical behavior.

The woman walked coolly over and leaned down to look Kate in the eyes. "Don't you dare call me a whore, you little bitch. My husband is in prison because of you."

Chloe blinked, then began sawing more vigorously at her binds, seeing as the attention wasn't on her for the moment.

Then, to everyone's surprise, Kate spit in Mrs. Prinn's face. Stunned for only a moment, Mrs. Prinn lifted a hand and soundly slapped Kate across the cheek.

"Now see here!" Otten started up, jumping to Kate's defense pointlessly.

"Oh, shut up, you!" Prinn snapped, turning her sharp eyes on him. "I think you've said about enough, you pompous, stuck-up lawyer. You're almost as bad as she is." She paused thoughtfully before turning a slow, burning look in Chloe's direction, who promptly slowed her work on the tape, which was beginning to make the smallest bit of progress.

The man by the door took a puff of his cigarette, looking mildly amused.

"Although I have to say I don't despise either of them as much as you, you nosy tramp. You're the one who went sticking her nose where it didn't belong."

"Going to kill me?" Chloe challenged, unfazed. Anything to keep them talking and give her more time.

Mrs. Prinn smiled coldly. "Me? I'm sure I don't know what you mean. I was never here. Was I, Jackson?" she asked her companion.

Jackson smirked, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette. "Course not."

"You see, Miss Sullivan," Mrs. Prinn continued, "I don't get my hands dirty unless I have to. I was never here, and I don't know a thing about your tragic disappearance." She turned to Jackson again, voice hard, "Kill her last. The mousy secretary first." With which statement she headed for the door, pausing only for a moment, "And feel free to take your time about it," she added before vanishing to them.

Eyes widening, Chloe began seriously hacking away at the tape on her wrists. She'd only managed to get it about a third of the way loose.

Jackson didn't seem particularly hurried to do anything other than finish his cigarette.

"Now listen," Otten was speaking up again, and Chloe had to spare a moment to appreciate his courage. He didn't look remotely frightened. "Be reasonable. You could walk away from all this just as clean as she did, and you've got half the money already. You're better off this way. You get your money and you don't have the murders on your head."

Chloe raised an eyebrow. He was half-convincing. Meanwhile, Kate, poor thing, had tears streaming down her face.

Jackson, however, was unmoved. He smirked at Jackson, and any traces of good looks left his face entirely. "You honestly believe I've never killed anyone before this? Boy, you're pretty dumb for a DA. And just so you know, I'm good at what I do. Never failed to complete a job."

Unable to twist her fingers far enough to continue using the bolt, Chloe set it carefully on the ground and started yanking against the tape as discreetly as she could. But the trouble with duct tape is that it doesn't tare easily. Mostly it just stretches and bunches up, making it even more difficult to tear into it.

Jackson flicked the cigarette in Otten's direction and Otten shuffled rapidly to prevent it from lighting his clothes on fire. Jackson stood up straight again and looked around the room. "Now let's see...taking my time about it...I know what order to go in, but how to kill each of you..." He paced the room, obviously enjoying himself. He cocked the barrel of his gun and pointed it at Kate, who whimpered, trembling as tears poured from her red eyes. He pressed the gun against her forehead and Chloe averted her eyes, bracing herself for the sound of the shot.

"Please...please," Kate begged, eyes squeezed shut in terror. But the shot didn't come. He tapped the barrel of the gun against her forehead.

"Yeah. I think I'll shoot you in the head, sweetheart. Might improve your looks a little." He lifted the gun and went back to his slow pace of the room. "See, Mayor Prinn and I had a little understanding. Good friends we were, so I gotta say, I wasn't too thrilled with all of you messing up the system the way you did."

"You filthy piece of slime," Otten ground out. Chloe was beginning to like him.

"Oh, don't worry, I plan to kill you in an equally mundane way, lawyer. I think I'll just pop one right through your chest. Or would you prefer the forehead as well?" he asked curiously, shifting the aim of his gun from Otten's chest to right between his eyes.

Come on, Chloe pleaded. Come on, just tear already. Come on. She shifted slightly and let out a puff of breath, drawing Jackson's attention to her. "And you, Miss Sullivan. Well," he grinned vindictively, "since we're going to be having all that alone time...well," he said, fingering the barrel of his gun almost affectionately, "I think we'll spend a little quality time together." He walked over to her and shoved a foot between her legs, kicking them apart. Chloe's heart started pounding.

Come on.

"And after we're done. First," he aimed his gun right at the junction between her legs, I'm going to shoot you straight through your–ARGH!"

He never finished the sentence, instead crying out in pain as an arrow buried itself in his hand, causing him to drop his gun.

Chloe gasped in relief at the sight of the Green Arrow dropping down from the ventilation shaft. But then her brow furrowed slightly. Something was not right.

Shouldn't he be throwing out some quirky remark about now? she wondered with nervous humor as she listened to her instincts and began working on the tape again.

"Oh thank God," Otten muttered in relief, while Kate sobbed.

The archer walked over to the still shocked Jackson, grabbed him by the shoulder and punched him in the face.

"You," he informed as soon as his fist cracked across Jackson's face, "will never," he landed another hard punch, "go near her." Another punch. "Again."

"Hey!" Otten cried out in protest. "That's enough!"

"Arrow, stop!" Chloe warned, expression full of horror as she wrenched desperately at the last bit of tape binding her hands.

But the archer wasn't listening. Blind with fury at what he'd overheard in the vents, he threw blow after blow at Jackson, whose face was now covered in blood.

"Stop it!" Otten began struggling to break his own bonds, eager to prevent it from going any further, and Kate, who had finally had more than she could take, passed out.

"Filthy...disgusting...scum..." He continued beating Jackson to a pulp.

All of a sudden the last sinews of the tape broke and Chloe tore free, flinging herself forward to stop him. "Stop it! Stop it, you're killing him!" She grabbed hold of his raised fist, ready to land the next blow and threw all her weight against him, attempting to thwart the next blow. She shoved herself between him and Jackson, eyes wide with fear as she stopped him. "I'm fine," she assured him. "I'm fine. He didn't even touch me. Just stop," she told him.

His chest was heaving as his fury dissipated at the sight of her. Horror for his own actions began sinking in on him and he unclenched his fist from Jackson's shirt, and the unconscious man slumped to the floor in front of him.

Chloe was staring at him with fear in her eyes, hands gripping his arm, which he realized was still raised to strike. He dropped it and backed a step away from her, his stomach churning.

Dr. Black's words about aggression and hostility flashed through his mind.

He staggered back another step, eyes widening beneath his glasses.

Chloe turned from him and sank to the ground, placing her thumb against Jackson's neck to find his pulse. After a pause, she found it, and sighed in relief. "He'll live," she said, rising again. She turned back to him. "The others," she said softly, reminding him that he wasn't finished here.

Swallowing tightly, he headed toward the still unconscious Kate, and used an arrow to cut her free. Then he did the same for Otten, who looked unsure of himself, as if he were on the border of saying something, but thought better of it each time it reached the tip of his tongue. Resigning himself, he stood up and looked Oliver square in the face.

"Thank you."

Oliver nodded. "You take her," he indicated Kate. "Go to the police."

"And Miss Sullivan?" Otten asked, glancing at Chloe.

"I'll take care of her."

But Otten didn't move, his eyes still on Chloe for confirmation.

Chloe hesitated for the barest second but nodded. "I'll be fine. Thank you. You just make sure that Darlene Prinn gets a cell right next to her husband's, yeah?" she grinned.

Otten wasn't entirely fooled by the smile she put on, but he accepted it. He walked over to Kate and lifted her in his arms, carrying her out of the room.

Chloe watched them go, and then turned to her former captor. Disgust etched on her face, she dragged him over to the same post she'd been tied to moments ago and leaned him up against it. Then she undid her belt and used it to bind his hands, just in case he woke up before the police got there.

However unlikely that may be, she added grimly in her mind. She tried not to stare at the man's battered face, but the image of her hero beating him senseless refused to cease playing in her mind.

Finally, she stood up, nothing left to do but face him. She turned to him. "What did you take?"

His defenses rose.

"I'm serious. Just tell me."

"I didn't–"

"I know drugs when I see them!" she cut him off, her voice cracking, tears filling her eyes in spite of herself. "Look at him!" she gestured the body covered in slowly drying blood.

He swallowed, guilt twisting his gut as he tried to choke back the defensive anger he could feel building. "I–" but he couldn't get the apology out. He could barely look at her.

"I trust you," she said suddenly, and his eyes darted to her. "I trust you and I–" she paused, "Don't take it again. I don't care what it was. Whatever it was, don't take it again."

He wanted to explain, to point out that if it weren't for the drug, he would be dead. He wouldn't have been there to save her, but he could see by the look in her eyes that she wouldn't care. She was looking at him as if she'd never seen him before, and it was frightening.

At length he nodded, once, and Chloe's body visibly slumped in relief.

"Thank you," she whispered. Then she walked away from him, fighting every fibre in her being that wanted to collapse against him, hold him, let him comfort her. Instead, she walked out of the warehouse, leaving him behind rather than accept the ride she knew he would be more than happy to give. A tear fell from her eyes as she realized he probably thought she was shunning him, or punishing him, but she wasn't. She knew that the moment she let him touch her, it would be all over. She'd be right back in love with him, with no hope of ever getting out.

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Love&Stuff,
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Comments

[abarbiestory.livejournal.com]

loved it

[all4chlollie.livejournal.com]

Another awesome chapter. Chloe and GA reunion. Too bad it was under an aweful situation. Good for Chloe telling GA to stop the drugs. Good for Chloe to walk away. She needs to be comforted by Ollie.

[mia805.livejournal.com]

Loving this fic and I'm always so happy when you update this story.

[saurina.livejournal.com]

Phew.. GA to the rescue, but seriously stay off the drugs Ollie. I know it saved him but still.

I hope Oliver will be able to comfort her somehow, because the poor girl can't take much more.

Another great chapter, I enjoy this story so much..:))

[vamp1987.livejournal.com]

Wow! I wonder how Oliver will react the next time he sees her as himself now that she has seemingly shunned the hero part of him. Will this just reinforce his thoughts of not telling her who he really is? Can't wait to see.

[thegrin.livejournal.com]

Oh! I'm kinda sad that they didn't really talk at the end, I can see Chloe wanting to protect her heart but still wanting to help him by telling him to stop drugs !
So now I wonder, are Chloe and Oliver going on a date ??? lol
Great chapter, I can't wait to read more :)

[phoenix-173.livejournal.com]

Wonderful update. I like how you had Chloe know right away that something wasn't right with her hero. She always was the observant one... :D

Can't wait for more! :D

Galen

[purple-moon123.livejournal.com]

WOW That was great and exciting!!! And great twist to the episode!!!

Can't wait for the next chapter!!

[iamaslashaddict.livejournal.com]

Awesome chapter! I read this story in one sitting and am now frustrated to find there is no button for the next chapter! ARGGGHH!

*g*

Anyways, i realized i hadn't commented on the story so far, so i wanted to say how much i am enjoying it. Oliver and Chloe are just too perfect for each and you write them so well. I like the AU setting and your introduction of other superheroes like the Green Lantern and Batman, it keeps things interesting!

Can't wait for the next chapter. ;p