Just heard a song and I had an ideal for a short story. Hope you like.

The evening sun had begun to sit behind the Kent barn. Chloe sat on the sofa in the loft reading Clark's yearbook. Occasionally she would find a smile upon her face, as she would read something some teenage girl had written to the handsome, mysterious Kent football player. It had been four months since Oliver, Bart and Dianna had fled Smallville, and Lois was announced missing. It had been four months since she lost her husband and since her best friend, the man that she would sacrifice her own happiness for had told her he was dead, and turned and walked out of her life for good.

She would often drive out to Smallville and spend the evening sitting in his loft just hoping and praying that a gentle breeze from nowhere would come blowing by her, giving her at least some hope that he was still watching over her. She had lost everything and everyone that ever meant anything to her. Sometimes she didn't know how she was still able to breath. She closed the book and placed it exactly back where she had taken it from. She looked at her watch, thinking it was time to drive back, but this time she just couldn't get her strength to get off that sofa. She leaned back and took the throw from the back of the sofa spreading it over her, she closed her eyes and tried so hard to stop the tears from swelling up into her hazel eyes.

She heard the sound of footsteps walking below her, slowly climbing up the stairs. She threw her eyes open and tossed the throw back, she rushed over to the stairs to see a familiar face. It wasn't the one she had came there everyday for the past four months for, but it was a familiar face that she was happy to see nonetheless. She wrapped her arms around his neck, before he could get up the top step. "I thought I had lost you too." She said whispering into his ear.

He closed his eyes down tight at the sound of sadness in her voice. He could only imagine how she must have felt left all alone, with no one to talk too. No one to lean on with the loss of her husband and her cousin. "I'm sorry, Chloe." He said pulling back to look into her eyes, her eyes that shown just how tired she really was. "How have you been?" He knew it was a silly question but he didn't know what else to say.

She took a step back, wiping at the one tear that she still had left, that had found it's way down her cheek. "Awful." She grinned trying to break the sadness. "I've missed you, Oliver. I've missed all of you. Why did you just leave me here to face this alone?"

He took the last step into the loft, walking over to Clark's desk he picked up a picture of Chloe, Lana and Clark at Smallville High. It brought a smile to his face, as he wandered if Chloe knew he was trying to avoid the last question she had just asked.

"Well." She stated, walking over and taking the picture from his hand, placing it back on the desk. She wanted everything to stay were Clark had left it for when he came back. "I thought you were my friend."

He turned to her. "I am."

"It didn't feel like you were."

He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat. "It was my fault, Chloe." He could feel the anger he felt at himself once again surface through his veins. "Jimmy died because of me." He hung his head in shame. "Because I hired him to work for me."

She lifted his chin up to look into his dark eyes. "Oliver, if anyone is to blame it's not you, and it's not Clark… it's me." She said softly. "I never told him the truth. I kept him at a distance our whole relationship out of my loyalty to Clark. I pushed away the man that I loved for my best friend and he left me standing in the Watchtower all alone, needing him to pull me close and tell me that everything was gonna be okay. But he abandon me after everything I did for him, after everything I sacrificed and yet I still come here everyday just praying that he'll come back to me and wrap his arms around me so that I can feel safe like I used to when he was near."

Oliver took her hand into his. He never realized how small and fragile her hands were. "Why are you still here? I mean after everything that happened don't you think you'd be happier in Star City or Gotham?"

She carefully removed her hand from his. "No." She walked over and took a seat on the sofa once again. "I never felt at home in my life until my father moved me here and I met the Kent's. I felt like part of a real family for once. This is my home and I'm not letting anyone take that from me." She took a deep breath. "Jimmy wouldn't want that."

Oliver nodded in agreement. He loved how strong she tried to be. "I just came by too…"

"...too see if Clark returned home." She finished his sentence.

"Yeah. Bart has been every where looking for him. He's came close several times but…" He paused taking a seat on the trunk in front of her. "…when Clark doesn't want to be found, then he's not gonna be found."

"I taught him well." She grinned.

"Look, if you'd like I could fly you somewhere for a week or two just to relax." He said concerned for his friend.

She smiled her mega-white smile that she hadn't smiled in months. "I appreciate that. I really do. But I think I'll stay here."

He was disappointed that she wouldn't take him up on his offer. He hated the thought of just walking out on her, but he couldn't stay there anymore. It didn't feel like home to him anymore. "If you change your mind, you know how to find me." He stood up and kissed her on the forehead, pulling back and looking into her eyes. "Take care, Watchtower." He walked over to the steps.

"Oliver." She said rushing over to him. "Don't go. Please just stay here with me for awhile." She pleaded.

"Chloe,…"

"Please. I can't take the silence anymore. I need you, Oliver." She took his hand into hers. "Please."

"Okay." He whispered softly.

She led him over to the sofa, were he sat down and she sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. He couldn't tell her no. He knew in his heart that he had always cared too much for her. He knew that was why he hated Davis, and why he was jealous of Clark and Jimmy, because he knew how much they meant to her. He knew that it was his time to be by her side. To be her guardian.

A gentle breeze softly tossed her blond hair as it went by just as fast as it came. She smiled a simple smile, knowing in her heart that Clark had just stopped by to check on her. She snuggled closer to Oliver, closing her eyes to get a goodnights sleep for once.