Chloe laid on the sofa in her apartment. Her head was throbbing from the knot that had rose on her forehead. Olive must have called Bart on his way out of the watch tower, because by the time Chloe could sit up straight he was standing over her, shaking his head.

"What's taking him so long?" She asked, trying to sit up.

"Chloe, baby girl, Oliver is a big boy. He can handle himself." He fluffed up her pillows and helped her to lay back down. "You need to rest. If I let anything happen to you, Oliver will kill me."

Chloe laughed at the thought of Oliver trying to catch Bart. "Ooh." She said grabbing her head.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked. "Aspirin, water."

"I'm fine, Bart." She closed her eyes. "I think I will get some rest."

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She drifted off to the day that Oliver first kissed her. It was a day that she would never forget. She had been working all night on a project for him. She was dead tired and had passed out on the sofa of the clock tower, while she was waiting on him to return home.

It must have been two-thirty when he arrived. The rattling of then elevator doors woke her up, she yawned as she tried to focus her eyes to make sure it was Oliver.

"Hey there sleep head." He grinned, laying some folders on the desk by the computer. "I didn't mean to wake you."

She stood up trying to get her second wind, but she was afraid that that ship had long but sailed. "You didn't wake me. I was just resting my eyes." She yawned again.

He glowered at her.

"Okay, okay, I was asleep. Even I need my rest.

He laughed. "I got those files that you called about."

"Wow, great." She walked over and started to go through them.

"Chloe,…" He reached over and took her hand. "These can wait."

She smiled. "All I need is a cup of freshly brewed coffee and I'll be just fine." She took her hand back and continued to glance through the vanilla folders.

"I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. Why don't you stay in my room and that way you can start on these first thing in the morning?"

She didn't know how much longer she could go without sleep, every since the day that Jimmy died, well she hadn't really slept much. She would get a couple of hours in before the nightmares began. She found out that if she pushed herself and overloaded her mind with projects that she wouldn't have those nightmares.

"C'mon. I'll even let you borrow a shirt to sleep in." He insisted.

"Okay," She smiled up at him.

She buttoned up the shirt, pausing to take in his expensive scent. It was amazing how warm and tranquil it smelled. She turned down the covers and waited for him to step out of the bathroom from brushing his teeth.

The door came open and Oliver exited, pausing at the sight of her tiny little frame in his shirt. He had always known that there was a physical attraction to her, but he never crossed that line of their friendship.

"What?" She asked.

"Ugh. Er." He babbled trying to gather his thoughts. "You look nice in my shirt."

She smile timidly. "Thanks."

"Ugh. I'm going to be on the sofa. If you need me." He started towards the door.

"Oliver,…" She said walking over to him. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"Not leaving me." She reached up and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes, his pulse racing. He leaned carefully down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Then he quickly pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry."

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Chloe was brought back to present time when the doorbell rung. Bart had let Dinah and A.C. in.

"What time is it?" Chloe asked sitting up.

"Ten -thirty." Bart replied.

She stood up, limping on her swollen ankle over to the clock. "At night?" He heart sank and her head began to spin. Oliver had been gone over eight hours. All she could do was think what if? Her legs began to tremble.

"Chloe," Dinah said.

A.C. grabbed her just as she passed out. He carried her over to the sofa laying her down tenderly. "Maybe we should call a doctor." He said nervously.

"She just needs a few seconds. She'll come around." Dinah said.

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The alley way was dark, with the exception of a trash can some homeless man had lit for warmth and then left it t burn. Oliver waited in the corner for his long lost friend to come. He had spent the whole evening thinking of how he was going to fight the Kryptonian and still be able to return home to his soon to be wife and baby.

"Well, well, well." A familiar but dark voice said.

Oliver to turned to see Clark. "Clark,…"

"What, did little whiney, Chloe go running to you?"

Oliver bit his bottom lip. "There was a time that she ran to you, Clark."

Clark shuddered at that thought. He didn't want to remember the good things about his life. Especially the one person that he loved so much, but let even more stand in the way. "That was a different time. A different person." Clark laughed.

Oliver nodded in agreement. Clark was definitely a different person.

"So what, your trying to fill my shoes?" Clark grinned. "Trust me, Oliver, there big shoes to fill."

"Why did you hurt her? The Clark I know would never lay his hands on Chloe."

"Oliver," Clark moaned. "Why all the drama? Chloe was my sidekick. My puppet on a string if you will."

Oliver's hands turned into fist. His blood boiling within his veins. He knew it was the red kryptonite talking but it hurt him for anyone to say anything about Chloe. "You hurt her pretty bad. I had to phone a doctor to take a look at her."

Oliver's words stung, but he couldn't let his guard down. "Is she okay?" He shudder again. "Your just trying to get me to pretend that I care."

"You don't?"

"Your just merely weak humans. I could careless about any of you."

Oliver wiped the blood from his lip were he had bit it so hard that blood poured down his chin. "She is pregnant, Clark. And you better hope and pray that she and that baby is okay, or I'll rip you apart and send you back to the planet you came from."