Summary: Maxwell Lord makes Chloe believe that the entirety of her life is a delusion.
Time-line: Shortly after Hostage, but prior to Salvation
Basis of the fic: "We're not crazy." (Quote by Chloe Sullivan in Labyrinth)
Chapter One
Chloe was working at the Watchtower, trying to restore it to its former glory when Oliver walked in with two bags in hand. She hadn't noticed that he was there, and continued to type on a computer.
She knew that she had made the right decision to melt Watchtower's database. She knew that her life came first. But she hated that each individual program from the database had to be recreated. It was tedious work, and she hated the idea of a Kandorian attack without the full capacity of the database available.
Suddenly, a plate landed in front of her. Sesame Chicken.
She turned around, and saw Oliver. "I think that's enough work for now", he said, smiling.
"I wish, but no. I have to restore this database."
She turned her attention back to the computer she was working on, but Oliver grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. "2 hours. It can wait 2 hours."
"The Kandorians- I can't find them anywhere. They can attack at any given moment. This can't wait 2 seconds."
"2 hours, and I'll even let you take use a laptop on the couch."
She thought about his offer for a moment. She could do a bit of work from the couch, and still eat. She hadn't seen Oliver in a week- he was in Star City getting surgery to cover up the scar on his chest.
The scar. Zod. If Clark didn't do anything, she was going to take one of her Kryptonite knives and kill that son of a bitch herself.
She turned around to mask her anger, and grabbed the plate. "Deal."
"Good", he said before taking the plate and setting it on a nearby table. "Now, can I get a proper welcome back?"
Her eyes flickered to where she knew the scar was.
"You're not going to hurt me, Chloe." He told her
She knew that, and she knew she was just being paranoid. But she didn't want him to see that. She kissed him gently before grabbing the plate next to him and walking over to the couch. Now, time to grab that laptop.
"You're sure lunch hasn't been cooked in peanut oil?" She called out as she reached in her bag for the charger
She turned around, suddenly feeling incredibly dizzy. What was going on? She tried to grip the table so that she could steady herself, but she wasn't fast enough. She fell down, and all she saw was darkness.