*HAHA in case you didn't know I don't own Smallville*

Smallville 2010

Oliver stood in the middle of watch tower; he had been searching for the any sign of Chloe when all of a sudden something had taken over watchtowers main computers. The screens went blank for a few seconds before her saw Chloe kneeling in a dark room, her hands were tied behind her back and she had a gun pressed to her head. There was no audio but from the man's gestures he was not happy about something he knelt down to get into her face. She bit her lip and held back tears as the man raised the gun only to whip her sending her flying face first in the dirt. She didn't try to get up instead her shoulders shivered to indicate to Oliver she was sobbing.

After a lot more yelling the man pulled out his cell phone he seemed to talk for what seemed like mere seconds. As he ended the call he held up the gun again and pointed it to Chloe once again. For the first time he could hear the audio as the sound of three shots rang through Oliver's ears as the sight of his girlfriend falling to the ground shaking clearly in shock. The bullets had entered into her chest and he knew that by the amount of blood she would be dead in minutes.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" he screamed falling to his knees. He couldn't believe she was dead, she was the only women he had ever really loved and now once again he was alone. He heard Clark speed in and didn't bother to turn around he was frozen on his knees openly sobbing.

"Oliver, what's wrong?" he sounded panicked. He hadn't heard from Chloe all day and then he looked up at the screen, frozen on a shot of a lifeless Chloe. "What the hell happened" anger filled his voice.

"She's gone, she is really gone Clark and it is all because of us." He slowly got up and began to walk out of Watchtower.

After a few a month of searching they hadn't found her body or connection to who was responsible, the league and close friends held a memorial on her behave. Once again Oliver was in the front row of a funeral as the person he loved was lowered into the ground which would be the second time an empty casket lay beneath a tombstone with Chloe's name on it. Normally he would have worn sunglasses to hide his tears but he saw no point in hiding anything anymore. He stood beside Lois and Clark was on his other side helping him from falling over in grieve.

Later that night Clark carried a very drunk Oliver into his bedroom before returning to Lois. "I can't believe she is gone Clark. Who would do this to her Clark who could kill her" she wasn't sure how she could still have tears. "We have already lost so much Clark and Oliver doesn't handle lose very well I don't know how he is going to get over this, but we can't lose him too" Clark took Lois into his arms tightly.

"I wish there was something I could tell you to make this all better but the world just seems like a darker place without her" he couldn't help but think of all the close calls she had in these past 8 years, he had stopped thinking of her as fragile somewhere along the way.

Three Years Later in Smallville

Oliver sat in her old apartment; he had bought the Talon to make sure this place would stay as it was. He was the only one with a key and he spent more time here than he would admit to. He was practically drenched in boozed as it was the only way he could manage to get through the pain of losing the love of his life. He hadn't been doing a great job at hiding his habits from Lois and Clark; they knew he was having more than a little trouble moving on. "Ha" he laughed to himself as he thought of how he could possibly move on from Chloe.

He closed his eyes and he saw her, she was wearing his shirt and nothing else. Her famous smile was forming on her lips as she walked closer to him. "Ollie, I have been thinking" he smiled knowing what she would say next. "I was thinking that we could call in sick today spend all day in bed and ignore the world" she straddled him placing her hands on his face forcing him to stare into her emerald eyes. She was pleading her case without saying another word. He knew this was just a memory and that he would never get to spend another day like that trapped up in this tiny excuse for an apartment she loved so much. Tears streamed down his face and he ran his hands through hair as he broke down once again choking on tears as she disappeared.

Three years had passed but the scars of losing her were just so fresh. He stood up and placed his cup of scotch on her counter before leaving the apartment. As he walked down the stair into the Talon he ignored the stares of the people in the coffee house. He looked up at the apartment door and he saw a quick glimpse of her waving goodbye like she would when he would sneak out before anyone knew about their romance.

He was losing his mind, slowly each passing day he would see her in every place they had shared a moment, which was everywhere. He had long since decided that he would rather be crazy than forget anything about her.