You Taught Me To Cry
Note: I've been sitting on this for a few days. Just a little ficlet. I was spending some time thinking about the premiere and couldn't sleep, and this idea popped into my head. But on one kick not all I want to say is: How dare they? How dare they finally give us Chollie and tear it from out hands like this? Well, as if I need to disclaim after that, but no I don't own anything. Smallville is not mine and never will be.
. . .
I've seen love die way too many times
When it deserved to be alive.
-Paramore; Emergency
Loving her gave her the power to hurt him.
He stood in the middle of watchtower, empty, facing the pain straight on because that pain, the pain that tore him apart from the outside hurt so much less than what he felt on the inside.
Chloe, Chloe, you can't do this to me. You have to come back to me.
Oliver had turned the entire system, her entire network upside down trying to find her. He'd cursed himself for letting the pain slow him down, and he swore, he swore before every God in the world that if they touched her, if they hurt her, he would kill every single one of them.
"Damn it!" Oliver hit the keys violently, nearly tearing the keyboard from the cord it was connected to.
I can't be a hero without you.
Angrily, he smashed his fists against the keyboard, and was unable to care as it went crashing to the floor. All the hundred of millions of dollars that he had put into this place, into these stupid computers and not one of them could find Chloe.
He retreated to her room, determined to find something. Anything. This was Chloe, she would make a trade, but she would never do something so careless, so senseless.
I would have died for you, sidekick. Oliver felt tears burn beneath his eyes as he took in the room, took in everything that was Chloe. Over the chair lay the green leather jacket. He picked it up, and realized he could still smell her scent on the leather, it clung to it.
Oliver sat down on her bed, running his hands through his hair feeling the sticky spots where blood had matted his hair in clunks.
On the bedside table lay a piece of paper, folded just once.
Ollie
His name was written in her soft, perfect handwriting. No letter looked misshapen or incorrect. It was even, straight…perfect.
I know that you're upset, and soon you're going to be furious. We all have a job to do; we all have a fate that we can't escape. You have a great fate ahead of you Ollie; you're going to be the hero I always knew you were.
I'm sorry for hurting you like this. I fell in love with you, and there was no going back from that. I couldn't live in a world letting you die and knowing there was something I could have done to stop it.
You have to keep being the leader, even now, when you're hurting. You're the only one who can keep everyone united, and I mean everyone. It may not seem like it sometimes, but you're our leader.
There is nothing that you can do, or even you and Clark can do. It's time for you to let me go, and take your place as a hero for our world.
I love you.
-C
Oliver couldn't do anything about the tears that flowed freely down his face as he read her words, and re-read them, and read them for a third time.
His throat was dry, parched. He never wanted her to do this, what would make her think that he wanted to save a world that she wasn't even a part of? She was the love of his life, he loved her so much and he couldn't let go.
I'm not going to say goodbye to you, not now, not ever. It's not over, Chloe.