The Missing Link (Prologue/?)
Author: GreenArrow11
Title: The Missing Link
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Pairing: Chollie
Word Count: 659
Summary: Chloe and Oliver were both blind to how perfect they were to each other. The colliding of future and present might finally able them to look at what has been in front of their faces for so long.
Prologue
A flash of light and a ripple of thunder without sound went throughout a dark alley in Metropolis. A blonde young boy blinked as he looked around, disoriented; he had no idea how he got there.
The streets were bustling with people moving; all heads down avoiding eye contact as they moved with purpose to their destination. Connor continued to observe his surroundings. He was terrified, but quickly shook his head knowing how brave his mom and dad were; he wanted to be just like them.
He got up and called his mom's cell then his dad's. He was young to have a cell phone, but emergency situations like this happened to him; he wasn't just any other 7 year old.
Neither call got through causing him to be even more frightened. He was safely in Watchtower one moment then a crash of a window, a crazy lady, a bright light, and he was in the middle of an alley. He just wanted to find his parents.
He walked out into the street and continued down the sidewalk not knowing where he was going but did because standing still, being lost, scared him. He pretended with himself that he had a plan, that he was confident and not afraid.
The streets and city were different. He didn't live in Metropolis, but he visited at least twice every year yet the vibe of the city was just wrong. He didn't know what, but something was wrong. Desperately trying to calm himself, he tried to think what his mom and dad would do. He walked up to a street vendor selling papers.
"Can I have a paper please?" Connor asked.
"Aren't you a little young to be asking for a paper, young man?" The street vendor replied nicely, smiling at Connor; his voice raw. "Where are your parents?" He continued to smile, but concern danced in his eyes.
At the mention of his parents, Connor jumped a bit, but tried to mask his fear. He reached in his pocket for money. His dad had given him emergency money, just in case. Not enough to be dangerous, but enough in case an emergency happened, like now.
"Is this enough?" Connor held out a $5 and exchanged it with the street vendor for today's "Daily Planet". Connor glanced down at the paper and had a number jump out a him: 2010.
He was confused. The "Daily Planet" would not make that big of a mistake yet he was in disbelief. He looked through the paper more. He was very, very smart for his age and was able to read most of it and another article popped out at him: an article about the Isis Foundation. He read it eagerly and found another mistake that the "Daily Planet" would never do: Chloe Sullivan.
The street vendor observed the wide range of expressions on the young boy as he seemingly skimmed through the paper. Connor turned back to him and realized that they boy had fear and confusion in his eyes yet stood confidently.
"Do you know the address of the Isis Foundation?" Connor asked politely.
The street vendor continued to observe the boy for a second then replied with the correct address; pointing the young boy in the right direction. He watched the boy walk away towards the Isis Foundation in a pace that quickened with every step.
Connor was confused and afraid walking briskly towards the Isis Foundation. He wanted answers and comfort and knew Chloe "Sullivan" would give him both.