Title: These Feelings Won't Go Away
Rating: PG. For now.
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: Season 6
Summary: Chloe divorces Clark as a friend after the events of Crimson
Disclaimer: Are you kidding me? If owned the show Chlark would have been bumping uglies since day 1.
AN: Its been awhile since I've really written anything so im a little nervous and any
comments are appreciated.

Chloe tossed her bag and jacket of the table and slumped down on the couch. Looking up at
the clock she noticed it was past midnight, she must have been driving the streets aimlessly
for an hour. She could just about write tonight off as the worst night ever. Not only had her
best friend kidnapped her other friend but she had made her best friend her ex best friend.

She spent 6 years as Clark Kent's trusted friend and sidekick. Turns out, for those 6 years he
thought of her as nothing more then an insurance policy in case the whole Clark and Lana
love affair, fell through.

Shaking her head, she couldn't believe what had happened...

Chloe could feel his hot breath against her neck as he whispered 'drunken' words in her ear.

"Can't say I haven't thought about it."

That was it. She was sick and tired of him attacking her every time he got on the rock. He
looked down on her, making fun of her. She couldn't take it anymore.

Turning around to face him while he was still crouched down next to her. She whispered
back so none of the guests would hear her.

"Kal. When you get off this little red k kick of yours...don't ever speak to me again. Either of
you." She said referring to all incarnations of him.

Chloe thought she saw what looked like a mixture of concealed rage and hurt cross his face
and shook it off as surprise that she stood up to him.

Turning back to her plate she dutifully ignored him throughout the rest of his rant and the
kidnapping of Lana. Missing the whole time the glances he kept throwing her when he burst
out of the room.

She sighed remembering the hurtful words he threw at her.
Chloe wasn't sure if she should be pissed or sad.

Its one thing for Clark to think that way, its an entirely different matter to announce it to the
world.

Chloe let her head fall back, staring at the ceiling, praying that she made the right decision to
cut the farmboy alien out of her life.

She needed a change, a vacation maybe. And she needed to do it before Clark had a chance
to come over and pull the doe eyes trick on her begging for forgiveness.

"Oliver" She said to herself. When he left, she and Oliver had kept in touch. Her doing the
occasional watchtower gig for him and him being a sound board for her.

Sitting up straight she flipped out her cellphone and dialed Oliver Queens number.

Waiting for Oliver to answer his phone she started nervously chewing her nails.

A groggy voice answered the other end of the line. "Hello?.."

"Oliver! Its Chloe."

Oliver shook himself awake. "Watchtower! Its one in the morning. Is something wrong?"
His voice filled with concern.

"No...no, I mean.." Taking a deep breath she tried to articulate her thoughts again. "I need to
get away and I was wondering if you could help me out."

She heard him chuckle over the phone. "The great Chloe Sullivan taking a holiday, I must
have missed the news report about the end of the world."

When Oliver didn't hear a snarky reply from his Watchtower he groaned. "What did
Boyscout do this time."

"What makes you think it was him." She asked.

"C'mon Chloe.." He admonished.

There was a long pause before she spoke. "I told Clark that our friendship was over."

"What happened?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Look can I couch surf with you for a week or what." She said
angrily.

Oliver fought the urge to snicker. "Okay Kitty, put the claws away, I was just curious. I'll
send the jet to pick you up around 10 a.m. That should be enough time for you to sleep and
pack and phone in to work. Okay?" His voice was gentle, lulling her.

"Thanks Oliver, I really appreciate this." She said quietly

"Not a problem Chloe, get some sleep Ok!?"

"Ok. Bye." She whispered before ending the call.

As always, talking to Oliver calmed her rage, but it didn't help the depression she felt.

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time that night she pulled herself up from the couch,
slowly dragging her feet to her bedroom. She opted not bother with a shower and instead
pulled the black dress she was wearing over her head and replaced it with a pair of soft
cotton pajamas.

Chloe thought she'd be up all night brooding about all that's happened but as soon as her
head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.