Story: Someone, I Swear, That Does Care
Pairings: Oliver x Jimmy (Olimmy), Clark & Lois (Clois), Chloe x Davis. Maybe a few surprises... One in particular should be an exciting, fresh one for me.
Rating: M for Mature
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the rights to Smallville or its characters what so ever. Those rights belong to Jerry Siegel, Joel Shuster, and those at DC Comics. Any Batman related characters belong to Bob Kane. Wonder Woman created by William Moulton Marston. I am doing this story for my own fun and entertainment.
Warning: Slash, involving two males together. Don't like it, don't read it.
Timeline: Picks up after "Turbulence". If you haven't seen Season 8 up to this point, watch out for spoilers. This will start off with showing the ending of "Turbulence", leading up to a little prologue to "Hex", next week's episode, which will tie into the next chapter. There will be a new chapter for each of the remaining episodes. For those that follow SPOILERS, yes, I know that Jimmy and Oliver are set to begin a friendship around the time of the episode of "Beast". However, the ending of "Turbulence", and the beautiful song played at the end of the episode, "I Don't Care" by Apocalyptica gave me the inspiration for this, hence the title of the story. I should be able to rework things, and besides, the spoiler of them forming a friendship got my shipper thoughts burning to do something fan fiction related once again.
Summary: Jimmy Olsen (Aaron Ashmore) has given up on his marriage to Chloe Sullivan (Allison Mack). His suspicions of Davis Bloome (Sam Witwer) have pulled him over the edge, and he means to stop this monstrous killer before his reign of terror can go any further. He's quit his job at The Daily Planet, not before turning in everything that he had on Davis to Tess Mercer (Cassidy Freeman), and is on his own now... However, is there help lurking in the shadows, waiting to scoop him up, save the day, and save his life before doomsday can fall on his head?

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to look at this. Please read and review. I would really appreciate thoughts, questions, concerns, and the like.

Prologue: Turbulence

"No more than three tablets a day," Nurse Kwan said as she handed the pills over to Chloe Sullivan. "They can be highly addictive."

Chloe nodded her understanding and lightly smiled.

"Good luck," Nurse Kwan told her before walking out of the hospital room.

Following quickly after her was Jimmy Olsen, shouldering his bag. He glanced at Chloe, the obvious pain flooding in his sleep deprived eyes as he walked past her, remembering all that had happened since his transfer to Metropolis General to finish his recovery.

"Hey," Chloe called after him, turning around to face the back of his head. "You're not in this alone, ya know?"

"I know how much you enjoy playing Florence Nightingale," Jimmy said, turning around to face her. "But I can take care of myself." There was a lot of bite in the last part of what he had to say. He turned around and walked out of the room.

Chloe stood there, a stunned look on her face, though she should've expected it after all that had happened. However, she quickly followed after Jimmy into the hallway. "Jimmy, I know you're upset, but just trust me." She moved quickly to him, grabbing his left arm to stop him. "I just stopped you from doing something you would've regretted the rest of your life."

"Davis came after me, and I was protecting myself," Jimmy reminded her. "But you don't believe me. You'd rather believe anyone else but me."

Chloe looked around, seeing the staring faces of many doctors and nurses that were all around them. Even Emil Hamilton, Queen Industries' specialist, was there in attendance, having stopped what that he was doing to stare at them, concern on his face. 'Great,' she thought. 'Oliver's gonna hear about this now.'

Chloe turned back to Jimmy. "People are watching us. Can we talk about this at home?"

"Home?" Jimmy spit out. "We have no home, Chloe."

Chloe tried to hold back as much of the shock and pain that she was in, having to look away from Jimmy's eyes for a moment before looking back up to him. "Okay, you still have a lot of drugs in your system from--"

"No," Jimmy interrupted. "No, no, no. My mind has never been so clear. I've put up with years of you taking someone else's side over mine. First Clark and then Davis? Look, I realize now you just don't trust me. Never have."

Hamilton quickly pulled Security Guard Samson Bennett, whom was walking down the hallway, to him and pointed down the hallway to Chloe and Jimmy.

The guard nodded and moved down the hallway.

"Of course I trust you, Jimmy," Chloe pleaded as Jimmy moved past her. She turned around to follow after him. "I trust you with my whole heart. I'm your wife."

Jimmy stopped and turned back around. "And that's what I don't understand." He quickly moved back to her, his rage fuming out no matter how many people were watching. "Why did you even marry me?"

Chloe was once again stunned into silence.

"Sir, settle down," Samson Bennett said, moving over to intervene.

"I'm fine," Jimmy said to the guard.

Chloe looked to Bennett. "We were just leaving."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Jimmy scornfully said.

"Come on, Jimmy," Chloe pleaded, moving closer to him. "We can work through this."

"I'm done trying to make this work," Jimmy said. "Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life." With that said, Jimmy turned around and moved for the exit quickly.

Chloe's eyes began to tear up quicker than she could realize as she watched her husband walk out the front exit.

Despite that some of the hospital staff were returning to their work, others were still watching. Emil Hamilton had his cell phone out, dialing the number for Oliver Queen's private line.

* * *

Jimmy Olsen stormed through the top level of The Daily Planet, making the trip toward Tess Mercer's office.

"Mr. Olsen, Miss Mercer's not in," Tess' assistant said sternly as he followed after Jimmy. "I cannot let you in here. I'm calling security."

"Don't bother," Jimmy snapped to him as he walked right into Tess' office. "I quit. If she wants to sell more papers, tell her to put this at the top of her to do list." Jimmy slammed down the file folder that contained everything that he had on Davis Bloome, took up a black marker, and wrote a note that was at the top of the file. The note read "Meet Davis Bloome." He turned the file around to face the front of her chair and then took off out of the office.

* * *

Jimmy stopped his car at a red light as the rain poured down in drenching sheets. He looked down, seeing the bottle of pills. Picking them up, he opened the bottle and poured out four of them. Putting them in his mouth, he swallowed immediately, not at all caring that he was only supposed to take three of them a day.

No longer willing to wait at the light to change, he pulled out and kept driving, thankfully not causing a wreck as he did this dangerous maneuver. Suddenly his cell phone rang. Sighing in frustration, Jimmy decided to ignore it, continuing to focus on the road. After a few rings it stopped. Moments later, the ringing started again.

Grabbing the phone, he quickly answered. "What?!"

"Wow, is that any way to answer the phone, Mr. Olsen?" the voice of Oliver Queen asked.

Confusion overtook Jimmy's face as he turned down a different road, thankful that he was almost home. "Mr. Queen?"

"You got it," Oliver said, chuckling lightly.

"Look, if you want a photo shoot or something, you need to go to someone else," Jimmy said. "I just quit my job." That said, the brunette hung up the phone and threw it into the passenger seat.

Pulling into a parking spot, Jimmy turned off the car, stepped out, and ran toward the door to his apartment complex. After jogging up the stairs and moving to the door to his apartment, Jimmy put the key into the lock and opened the door, thankful that he actually remembered which one belonged to him. He'd spent so many nights living in the Talon apartment in Smallville that it had been ages since he'd been to this place. At least now he wouldn't have to worry about the explosive gas prices he had to deal with on a daily basis to get to and from Smallville and Metropolis anymore. There apparently was a good side to all his pain.

Walking inside, Jimmy found the lights alright on and Oliver Queen standing in the middle of the kitchen, a large grin on his face.

"Ya know, you really should consider at least telling someone bye before hanging up," Oliver said.

Jimmy slammed the door and stormed over to the kitchen. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

Oliver allowed his smile to turn into a smirk. "Actually, it's my apartment. I own this building. Have for a couple weeks. You're just renting the space... and not really using it."

Jimmy didn't drop the frustrated look on his face for a second. "What do you want?"

Oliver frowned slightly as he moved over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and looked inside. "I got a very disturbing phone call from a friend of mine at Metropolis General. He told me that you and Chloe had fight in the hall." He turned around. "Look, I know it's probably none of my business about you and her, but Chloe's my friend, and I don't want to--"

"Look, spare me this," Jimmy said, moving into the living room area, tossing his bag on the couch before turning around to glare at Oliver. "Thing is, I can't believe it's you here. I expected Clark or Davis, but you? Is she keeping things from me about you too?"

"Look, Chloe has a lot on her plate, and she has people in her life that she wants to protect," Oliver said. "Friendships are important to everyone. I'm sure you know things about your friends that you don't tell her... like the location of Lucas Luthor."

Jimmy's face finally dropped from his frustrated expression to that of shock. He had to compose himself. "What? Who's that?"

Oliver shook his head, moving to the cabinets, looking in each one of them. "Not an ounce of alcohol in this place. I don't know how you live like this." He sighed, closing the cabinets, moving out of the kitchen, and over to Jimmy. "Look, I'm not gonna press the issue, unless I ever find reason to believe that Lucas knows something about his half-brother's followers, so you've got nothing to worry about."

Jimmy shook his head. "I told you, I don't know who you're talking about."

"And you're upset with Chloe for keeping things from you," Oliver said, sarcasm wrapping in his words.

"That's not it," Jimmy said.

Oliver nodded, moving to a chair and taking a seat, crossing his legs. "That's right. You think she's protecting Davis, the man that's killing people, right?"

"Your buddy at Met General tell you that too?" Jimmy asked, crossing his arms.

Oliver nodded. "There's a lot that goes on in that hospital, and I need to keep some eyes in there."

"Why would you care about the hospital?" Jimmy asked, his reporter side coming out as he raised an eyebrow.

"I have stock in Metropolis General, Jimmy," Oliver said flatly. "Don't you know that I pretty much have a claim in a lot of places here. Technically, I even have a bit of hold over The Daily Planet now that Queen Industries and LuthorCorp have merged."

"And that's supposed to mean what to me?" Jimmy asked.

"I can get you your job back," Oliver said.

"This isn't about my job!" Jimmy exclaimed, his anger returning full swing.

"How many of your pills have you taken?" Oliver asked.

Jimmy opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself.

"You've already overdosed, haven't you?" Oliver asked. "You're sweating profusely, and don't pretend I can't tell you're swaying back and forth. Maybe you should sit down."

"Or maybe you should get out," Jimmy said, wiping some sweat from his forehead.

"I'm here for your best interests," Oliver explained. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"And since when does the mighty Oliver Queen give a damn about me?" Jimmy asked.

"Since you hurt Chloe," Oliver said. "And right before her birthday too."

"Well, why don't you go make it all better?" Jimmy snapped. "I'll even get the door for you!" Jimmy turned, moving off quickly for the front door. Suddenly, he found himself loosing his footing, his legs giving out on him, most likely due to the overdose. The last thing Jimmy saw, before blackness, was the kitchen countertop.