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When Clark burst through her office doors at LuthorCorp Tess could not even bring herself to fake surprise. The most she could manage was a raised eyebrow, because to be honest, she expected him to be on her doorstep a lot sooner.

"What are you doing with Oliver?" He demanded, instantly invading her personal space.

"Good morning to you too, Clark. Not here to discuss your next headline with me I take it?" She said as she took a few steps behind her desk and sat in her chair. Clark Kent may be Kryptonian and he may have tried to use his powers to bully her recently, but it didn't mean that she would allow herself to be intimidated by him. Not when things were looking so good for her at the moment.

"What are you playing at? You have no right to just kidnap Oliver and keep him from his friends."

She couldn't help but laugh. "Oliver came home with me by his own free will. He was feeling vulnerable and asked for my help. What kind of friend would I be if I turned him down?"

"Then why are you keeping him locked in your mansion?"

"Locked up? Oliver is free to come and go as he pleases, just as he is free to talk to whomever he wants. It's not my fault he doesn't want to see you." She smirked.

"So you wouldn't have a problem if I just decided to turn up out of the blue wanting to see him?" His brow furrowed, trying to antagonise the answers he wanted from her.

Tess folded her hands in her lap and crossed her legs out in front of herself. She turned in her chair to face him head on. "I am not Oliver's keeper. Now, is there something else I can help you out with? Or are you just going to hurl more baseless accusations at me?"

"Where is he now?" Clark demanded.

"I'm surprised you haven't had your little sidekick find out for you. He's working from the mansion in Smallville. He's hoping that working through some of Queen Industries' last few deals will trigger some memories."

Clark lent forward onto the desk putting his face merely inches from Tess' face. "You better hope I never find out what you are really up to, because you won't like the consequences."

"Clark, I really wish you would stop looking for problems where there aren't any. I would much rather you concentrate on your destiny. You have a planet to save, and a group of Kandorians to lead. I would assume that that would be your priority."

"This isn't over." He warned her before storming out.

Tess smiled to herself. And here she thought it would be just another boring day at the office.


Oliver had been sat at the new laptop he had purchased for the past two hours. Tess had left him files on the latest Queen Industries deals in hope of triggering his memory, but they had remained on the desk relatively ignored. He finally had time available for him to check through the memory stick that he had been given by Chloe, and he was not going to waste the opportunity.

Most of it made sense. There were articles on fundraisers he had hosted, documents detailing his takeover of LuthorCorp, and what looked like journal entries of Chloe's talking about friends they had in common and fun things they had done in their free time. He had to say he never would have anticipated a 'Save the Dolphins' rally as being recreational but through Chloe's words it had sounded like fun.

Then there were the things which he just didn't understand. He had placed an obituary in the Daily Planet for a newspaper photographer named Jimmy Olsen. Researching on the internet he found out that Chloe had actually been married to the guy but his own connection to the guy was unclear.

What intrigued him the most were the odd references to the Green Arrow. Just small clips and comments from Chloe but it was enough to peak his interest. The internet had provided him with contrasting information about the masked vigilante, but it was the fact that bows and arrows were his weapon of choice that concerned Oliver. Surely it had to be a coincidence?

There was one article that really stood out. A fundraiser held in Metropolis a few years ago was thrown into chaos by the appearance of the Green Arrow. Kansas State Senator Martha Kent had been wearing a near priceless necklace on loan from Lionel Luthor's private collection and was stolen by the archer.

Lionel Luthor stood before the room of Metropolis' most well dresses and affluent. "I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight. I hope you're having a splendid time and that you've had a chance to reconnect with some old friends. Right now, though, I'd like to introduce you to someone who I hope will be a new friend, a valuable new friend, someone I'm sure you'll be glad to have on your side. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you our Kansas State Senator and your future United States Senator, Martha Kent."

The room erupted into polite applause, with the occasional brash cheer thrown in by Lois Lane. Martha meekly made her way forward to address the room "Thank you very much." Before she could continue an arrow flew into a fuse box shorting the electricity to the room, plunging the room into darkness.

There was little time to react before the Green Arrow ran forward and snatched the necklace from the Senator's neck. "Thank you." Said the distorted voice.

He was barely aware of being chased until he made it to the window, turning just in time to see Lois Lane raising a tray above her head, ready to bring it crashing down onto him. He blocked her attempt and instead brought her body close to his with a firm arm around her waist. He could feel his body react to her closeness.

"Give me the necklace." She demanded. She trembled beneath his grip.

He activated his bow and aimed it out the window. "You forgot to say 'please'." He shot the arrow and held on tight as it pulled him from the window, leaving the stunned reporter standing there watching his escape.

There was no doubt about it, he had been there. If his own research hadn't confirmed it then that memory just about did. The only difference was, was that he didn't feel as if he had observed the theft, he felt like he had been involved - experienced it. There was a reason Chloe had put this article in here for him to read.

Oliver picked up his new phone and the small scrap of paper from his inside pocket. He dialled the number and found the voice on the other end clearly surprised.

"Oliver?"

"Hey…Chloe. I was taking your advice and looking at that information you gave me. Great stuff by the way." He played with the piece of paper nervously with his fingers. "I was just wondering if you could answer a question for me?"

"Of course."

"What's with the Green Arrow references?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. "Does any of it seem familiar?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. I just need to know that I am on the right train of thought here."

"I'd rather not talk about this over the phone Ollie. Would you be interested in meeting me so we could talk this through without the chance of any eavesdropping? If it makes you feel any better I can meet you on your territory."

"That's fine by me."

"There's a place I have in mind that would be perfect. It might even go some way towards answering your question."

"Where?"


Oliver had followed the directions Chloe gave him, leading him into the heart of Metropolis. The building looked old and disused from the outside, it didn't prepare him for the fully equipped modern gymnasium inside. There were even archery targets and a weapons rack.

He ran his hand over the target, looking closely at the multi coloured rings. They had seen a lot of use, and recently too. If Tess was right about his injured arm then why would he have this set up? He could believe that maybe he had been using this place to rebuild his strength and just hadn't told Tess, but what would be the point? It looked more likely that Tess knew but just didn't want him participating in the hobby. Maybe it was something to do with those memories he had been having.

He knew when she walked into the room. He could smell her perfume and hear the click of her heels on the hard floor, no matter how softly she stepped. "Hi. Thanks for coming."

"Anything seem familiar?" She walked towards him and placed a large gym bag by their feet.

"I'm not sure."

She tried to hide a small smile as she bent to open the bag at their feet. "Well, maybe this will help." She pulled a compound bow from the bag. "I kinda liberated it from your apartment. After what you said on the phone, I hoped that it would help."

As she handed him the bow his fingers softly grazed hers.

Chloe walked through Watchtower's doors, minding her own business. She jumped as he saw the arrow hit the target standing three feet away from her. She hadn't thought anybody would be here so late.

She knew who the arrows belonged to before she even looked up. "Slow night?"

Oliver stood several feet away, choosing another arrow from the assortment he had brought with him. "Figured I'd squeeze in some target practice…and a single malt." He said nodding to the bottle just to the side of him.

"Did you bring enough for the rest of the class?" She asked as she walked over towards the couch, removing her jacket as she went.

"Help yourself Professor."

She picked up the bottle and glass and made her way to sit down.

"Running a little low on allegory tonight." He said as he lined up his shot and fired. "Bumpy day?"

"Not the smoothest." She said as she sat down, setting the bottle and glass on the table before toeing off her heels. "Someone asked me when the last time I had a good time was and I didn't have an answer."

She poured herself a drink, failing to notice how her words caught his attention.

He turned to look at her, smiling softly. "I don't think anyone can fault you for being on edge Chloe. Hell, if anyone can relate it's me. I get it." He turned his attention back to the target.

"Hmm. Yeah, you can." She smiled in agreement before sipping on her drink.

"You know, sometimes you got to take your fun-" He shot another arrow, hitting its target "where you can get it."

He concentrated on loading another arrow before he continued. "And sometimes, it's right in front of your face. You just have to want to see it." He turned to look at her and grinned broadly. He nodded with his head that she should come stand by him. "Come on."

Chloe took another sip of her drink before coming to stand next to him. He handed her his bow before standing behind her, guiding her body into position.

"How do I know when to let go?" She asked quietly. His warm, strong presence behind her was distracting, causing her heart to beat wildly.

"It's all about your heart," He whispered into her ear. His fingers softly moved over hers. There was something very intimate about the small act. "Just listen, right there in between the beats. That's when you let go."

Chloe looked at his hand lightly brushing over her own. She was unable to prevent the involuntary gulp as she became overwhelmed by the intimacy of their position. After taking a cleansing breath she aimed the arrow and as he released his gentle hold on her she fired.

"You okay?" She had her hand lightly on his shoulder giving him a concerned look.

"Yeah." What he wouldn't give to kiss her right now. If reality hadn't interrupted he was sure that's where his memory would have led him. He shook his head. Thoughts like that wouldn't help him right now.

"Why don't you try it out? See how it feels." She handed him an arrow from the bag and took a few steps away.

Walking a reasonable distance backwards he knocked the arrow. After taking a deep breath he pulled it back and let it fly. It hit the target dead on centre.

Oliver felt his jaw set and his body posture harden. "Tess lied to me. She told me that I had to give up my archery. A car accident injured my arm to the point where I would never be able to pick up a bow again."

Chloe came to stand beside him. She should have known Tess was going to try to manipulate all aspects of Oliver's life, including the Green Arrow. "You've never mentioned a car accident to me before. If you'd like I can access your medical records for the past ten years for you to go through just to be sure?" She offered.

"Thanks, but I would like to check for myself." He set the bow down on a nearby table and looked back at her.

It wasn't that he didn't trust her. She had probably been the most honest person he had met since waking up in the hospital almost a week ago. The problem was that once he checked his records there would be no going back. All it would do would be to confirm his worst fears - that Tess had been lying to him. If she was willing to lie to him about this, what else had she been hiding? It was set to open a whole can of worms which would turn his already confusing world upside down.

Chloe was glad that he was taking her advice. His instincts had always worked well for him in the past, and looking at him now she knew that he would come back from this. Whatever hold Tess had over him would loosen as he gained confidence in himself again.

"Look, I think I should go. I'm not convinced that you're not being followed, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I was here for you. Like I said before, if you need anything else just call." Her hand searched for his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Just be careful, Ollie. If you don't know who to trust, it's best for you to keep things to yourself for the time being."

She was getting ready to leave and Oliver's instinct just seemed to take over. He didn't release her hand, instead pulling her closer to him. With his other hand he gently cradled her cheek, her head turning slightly in response to the warmth of his palm.

He couldn't help but kiss her. The feel of her lips, her tongue, her body pressed against him - it felt natural, as if it was what he was supposed to be doing. She put up little resistance and with her free hand she grabbed the front of his jacket and held on tightly, as if she was scared he would vanish.

Chloe pulled away before either of them really wanted to. "I should go."

She kissed him lightly on the lips before turning to walk towards the door. She didn't trust herself to remain in the same room as him. Until he had his memories back it would be unfair on the both of them if things progressed any further. She wanted him, but she needed all of him.

He stood and watched her walk purposefully to the door. "Chloe! Wait!"

He closed the small distance between them, just remembering the question he had wanted to ask her all along. She waited patiently for him to speak. "Am I the Green Arrow?"

He didn't feel half as stupid as he thought he would. There was a glimmer of recognition on her face before she answered. "Have you been back to your apartment at all?"

"No."

"I suggest that's the best place to start answering that question. Use those instincts I keep telling you about."

"Or you could just give me a straight answer?"

"I could do that." She smirked up at him "But wouldn't you rather see what else you can find out for yourself? Being back home might jog your memory some." She gave him one of her favourite smiles before she left the room closing the door behind herself.

She gave herself a minute to compose herself. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had kissed her. If she had a lack of faith before it was replaced by an over-whelming sense of hope. Her Ollie was still in there and fighting his way out.