Hello there! This is my third shot at writing fanfiction...i gave up the first couple of times...sshh. Hope you like it XD please rate and review. Lou.x
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville (Soo want to though). Own the ideas though XD oh! and the new characters I've bought in...duh! ^^
Summary: Oliver Queen has never really been a family man. But when a teenager is thrust into his care. He's got a lot to take on.
Burning Flame
Slamming her fists onto the mahogany table in front of her, Chloe glared at the taller man opposite her. The normal green from her eyes had a reddish shade to them showing her heightened anger towards the gentlemen whom had annoyed her.
At least three minutes passed before Chloe admitted defeat. With a sigh she fell back into the seat she had been sitting in and placed her clasped hands before her on the table with a hope of changing the mind of the infuriating Homo sapien.
"Why can't you just think about this Oliver? Please?!" Her voice was covered in desperation. "She's fifteen years old and you're willingly going to send her back onto those streets knowing you could help her? I thought you were a hero!" The last sentence was whispered but full of daggers that rammed into his stomach. He grimaced knowing she had an extremely good point. Breathing heavily out his nose Oliver ran his hand through the golden brown hair that spiked up above his head. The look of contemplation swam through his chocolate brown eyes, like a fresh red strawberry being swirled in bowl of melted chocolate.
"Look, Chloe I don't' see how this is going to work." He put his hand up to stop her when her mouth opened to interrupt him. "I really do want to help. But how can I really? I never stay in one place for long; I'm always jumping from Star City to Metropolis. And you're trying to say I can look after a teenager. With meteor abilities!" His head turned to look at the sleeping form on the new mauve sofa located near door to the "conference room". The arms of the girl were wrapped around her frame and her knees bent into the foetal position, probably trying to keep herself as warm as possible.
Without saying a word Oliver picked up a pen and pulled the document across the table toward him. Placing the pen onto the dotted line he signed name. Oliver Queen. A broad grin appeared on Chloe's face as she pulled back the paper and pen and filled in the rest of the needed details.
Oliver shook his head. "Chloe, what have I gotten myself into?"