A/N: Okay folks, this is a slight AU story, with Clark single, not with Lois, and Ollie and Chloe together.

Summary: Clark Kent had begun to realise that his best friend, was not only that, but she was the woman he loved. However, how will he react when she's with someone else? Someone he thought he could trust?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thought in my head


As the sun rose gently over the cityscape of Metropolis, the bright rays of light glistened through the coloured glass of Watchtower, casting a coloured array of patterns and sparkles to shine off the wooden floor. The slight buzz of electronics filled the almost silent room, a lulling noise, one that had caused a woman to fall asleep not 3 hours earlier whilst going through some files and paperwork.

The small inhales and exhales of the petite blonde caused a small strand of her short hair to rise and fall in the rhythm of her breathing. An arm hanging toward the floor as the woman slept peacefully, something she hadn't done in a long time. However, all was to be sadly interrupted as someone entered the double doors leading to the open space of Watchtower.

Clark Kent looked around the room before him, taking note of the still running computers and machines, his eyes filled with slight worry then calmed at the sight in front of him. His best friend, sleeping soundly, brought a smile to his face. He slowly walked in her direction, taking his time to tread quietly, as not to wake the sleeping beauty on the sofa. He approached, crouching down next to her, his hand gently brushing away the strands of blonde hair away from her face.

"Hey sleepy head," he softly spoke, resulting in a murmur and moan of disapproval to sound from the disrupted maiden. "Chloe, do you want some coffee?" he smirked, knowing that simple idea of warm caffeine would almost instantly cause Chloe to awaken and get ready for the day, and, as always when it came to the matters of Chloe and coffee, she rose from her comfortable position and looked into Clarks blue eyes.

"You better have some ready, or at least brewing, otherwise I will not be happy" A tired Chloe threatened, her eyes narrowing with a childish manner, her sleepy state still in control. Clark let out a small chuckle, reaching forward to present a cardboard cup filled with the desired liquid, which was grasped by the awaiting female. She opened the lid, taking in the delicious smell of the freshly grounded beans and enticing caffeine. Bringing it toward her mouth, she took a generous sip, causing her to sink back into the sofa, a sound of pleasure coming from her throat.

"Oh, that stuff is just too good" she stated, her eyes looking even more awake than they had not two minutes before, which really wasn't that hard. After consuming half of her precious drink, Chloe sat up, looking at Clark. "What can I do for you this early in the morning my most favourite alien?" Chloe asked (she loved anyone who brought her coffee extremely, for about 5 minutes) an eyebrow quirked.

"Well, Miss Sullivan, this morning, I awoke and thought to myself 'I wonder if Chloe would care to join me for breakfast on this stunning Saturday morning?' I then dressed, ran to your favourite coffee shop, got your coffee, then came here." He explained to the stretching blonde, who was clicking and cracking the aches in her bones. "So, will you like to accompany me?" Clark asked once Chloe had finished making her arms more moveable.

"Why, yes Clark, I would love to have breakfast with you, but where?" She responded, pulling herself into a standing position as she walked over to her handbag, which lay on her, not so tidy, desk.

"How about that small Italian café about 4 blocks from here, I know how much you enjoy their coffee?" Clark thought aloud, he could also really do with a nice poached egg with Parma ham on a slice of a nice Italian loaf of bread. He saw Chloe nod with excitement, so he picked her up into his arms, and sped them there in a matter of seconds.

Whilst the two best friends, sat and talked over their food, Clark took the time to really look at Chloe. She had recently become much happier, and enjoyed spending time in the real world, away from her position as 'Big Sister' up in Watchtower, and it pleased Clark, very much. He didn't know what had caused this change, but at the moment, he was glad it had happened.

Alas, this train of thought was disturbed by the presence of a tall blonde man, who had been passing on his way to work.

"Boyscout," Oliver Queen nodded in Clarks direction, "Chloe," Ollie smiled warmly at Chloe, who returned the gesture with a smile that would cause a man's heart to flutter, "what are the chances that I'd run into you as I went into work this morning?" Oliver asked as he pulled up a chair to join them, sitting closer to Chloe, which did not go unnoticed by Clark.

"Well I was just about to ask you the same question Oliver." Clark asked, his lips thin, he didn't take too well when his alone time with Chloe got interrupted.

Oliver simply smiled; unaware of the slight anger Clark was feeling at that moment. "So, Sidekick, manage to get some sleep after I left Watchtower last night?" Oliver asked Chloe, whilst taking a bite out of her nicely buttered toast.

"Well," Chloe prolonged the word, "I may or may not have stayed up a few more hours going through some files, and then possibly drifted off on the sofa…" Chloe had a look on her face that said 'I'm not saying it didn't happen, I'm just saying that, it most likely did happen'. Oliver chuckled, squeezing Chloe's hand.

"You know, as I left you said you were just ready to go to bed, I even offered to take you there," Oliver winked at Chloe, who blushed furiously, Clark's jaw tightened, "but you said, that it was too late for that, so I had to settle for a good night kiss instead, speaking of which, young Miss Sullivan, where is my 'Good Morning Oliver you handsome devil' kiss?" His charm smile, full on his face.

Clark nearly choked on his orange juice. They kissed? Oliver and Chloe? Kissing?

Chloe simply laughed, and leaned towards Oliver, cupping his cheek, laying her lips over his, in a gentle kiss, one shared by people deeply in love.

This was not happening; Clark thought furiously, Chloe can't be kissing Oliver Queen! She's my best friend; I'm the one that's meant to be kissing her! Not Oliver Queen!


I understand that the characters are probably OOC, as I am not going to be able to portray them as the actors do, something that I will not be able to do in a million years.
Please R&R, as I'd like to know whether or not people actually want me to continue :)

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