Title: Square One
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: PG13-R for now. If I decide to add some NC17 chapters I'll warn beforehand and provide an edited version if it's necessary to the plot.
Warnings: None
Summary: She'd dealt with amnesiac superheroes before; but the partying, womanizing, non-leather wearing version of Oliver Queen might just be more than even Chloe Sullivan can handle.
Spoilers: Spins off after Roulette, but consider all seasons potentially spoiled.
A/N: Here's the deal – I sometimes have trouble keeping track of SV's continuity with its characters either because it changes or because of events that have happened off screen. Oliver's history is shown in broad strokes, but not inordinately detailed that I can find. So part of this is going to refer to the period of time after he and Tess broke up. If there's something in canon that totally makes this impossible, please let me know and I'll find a way to adjust things accordingly.
Prologue
Star City – 2013
"Miss Sullivan," the doctor called out, but Chloe refused to acknowledge the man. She'd get whatever medical details she needed from Emil and her first priority was seeing that Oliver was finally awake with her own eyes.
Stopping in the doorway, she was greeted with a sight that had been eleven days in coming. There, in the upright hospital bed, sat a clearly awake and alert Oliver Queen.
The excruciating tension that had been crushing her was finally released in a shuddering exhale. Since the return of her healing ability she'd used it a number of times and it had always been the same – the injury gone and the injured restored to full health. The fact that, although all signs of damage had disappeared, Oliver had not awoken in almost two weeks had been a concern for his doctors, but a non-ending state of panic for those close to him.
The sound of her sigh of relief alerted him to her presence and he turned towards her; but the greeting on her lips stilled at the look she was receiving from the man who had slowly but surely become her best friend.
Looking her up and down, a smirk tilted his lips. Chloe had seen a dozen varieties of smirks on those perfect lips, but never one quite like that, and the confusion she was feeling was only increased by his greeting.
"Well, no uniform, so not a nurse. Good thing," his voice took on a silky tone, "because if they all looked like you I'd have to throw myself down random flights of stairs on a weekly basis."
Her overwhelming shock must have been evident as the smirk slipped. "If you happen to be my girlfriend, please don't be upset about the flirting. The doctors have told me that I'm suffering from a slight case of amnesia. Although I'd say that "slight" is an understatement if I've forgotten being with someone like you."
And the look was back. The one that would say seduction to almost every woman on the planet but only said creepy and wrong to her. Slowly backing out of the room, Chloe turned to find the doctor she'd blown off earlier. Maybe the details couldn't wait.
A/N: There's a post on my LJ about ways I can improve my writing. I've really appreciated people's comments and am trying out different things. So the style of this story might be a little different than usual. If you have comments about it, feel free to share. And if you want to leave concrit but are afraid of it being taken badly (which I totally understand), you can go to this post and leave a comment anonymously, or simply vote in the poll of problems I have.