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Nothing is so dangerous as an ignorant friend- Jean de la Fontaine

"The wedding was this weekend?" Oliver asked casually. Leaning back in his chair, he turned his attention out of the window, deciding not to look at the farm boy standing awkwardly in front of his desk. "That was fast. Was it nice?"

Clark jerked his shoulders indifferently. "I guess. The wedding was out at this chapel Davis found and the reception was at Towers. That was Lois' deal, so you know."

"Everything was done to the nth degree. Nothing but the best for her little cousin. How is she doing with the fact that she has to share?"

Clark was well aware that Oliver was growing increasingly upset, but couldn't find a cause for it. "She's practically moved in with them so not as well as she could be, I guess."

"It would seem so." With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Oliver glanced over his shoulder. "What about you? How are you dealing with this?"

"Chloe refuses to hear anything negative about him, but I just really don't trust the guy. He nearly ripped my arm off at the reception."

"But you went to the reception."

"Chloe's my best friend. No matter how I feel about Davis, I wasn't going to disappoint her by not going to her wedding."

"Chloe's a good friend of mine, too. But I didn't go to the wedding, wasn't invited. It seems that she doesn't remember me either, not really. I'm just the guy who broke her cousins heart. Oh, and an environmental terrorist." Oliver tossed a copy of The Daily Planet to Clark. Chloe's story on him and AC making the front page. "You know she's good. The stuff she's found....it's damning. I forgot how good she is."

Clark was expecting to find Oliver more upset, and maybe he was. But he couldn't deny there was more than a hint of pride in the Archer's voice. "Oliver-"

"I thought she'd remember me."

Clark didn't know what to say. Oliver had been so nonchalant about Chloe's memory wipe, almost as if it had happened to someone else. Actually, maybe that is how he viewed it. As if the loss of Chloe's memories wouldn't affect him at all. It was clear he thought he'd hold his place in Chloe's life. And now the reality was finally setting in.

"What do you want, Clark?"

"I need to find out what Davis is. If he's meteor infected or something else."

"I hate to be a downer here, Boyscout." Although there was something in Oliver's tone that hinted otherwise. "But did it ever occur to you that whatever Davis is, Chloe knows. She thrives on the truth, demands honesty. Do you really think she could marry a guy who was keeping something from her?"

Clark had thought of that, thought hard on it after his talk with Chloe. But quickly pushed the thought aside. "I told you, Chloe doesn't want to hear anything bad about him. I've tried talking to her and she just shut me down."

"Imagine that. Not wanting to listen to you bad mouth her husband. That's just crazy talk. Especially considering how opened minded you've always been when it comes to women you've been involved with."

"This is different." Clark mumbled dejectedly

"Not really. What about Lois, she's always critical of any guy that comes within ten yards of Chloe. What does she think about him?" When Clark only continued to brood, Oliver laughed. "I can't believe it, Lois actually deemed someone good enough."

"But he's not. He's dangerous. He attacked me."

"He wanted to know the name of the doctor who treated his wife and you gave him the run-a-round. I think if I were in his shoes, I'd have attacked you, too. And honestly, I don't know how comfortable I am giving the name of a fake doctor to a guy who nearly ripped your arm off."

"He just wants a name."

"No he wants answers." Oliver countered. "And when he doesn't get those answers he's going to be really pissed off. Which, again, can't say as I blame him."

Clark couldn't believe what was happening. Had everyone, save him, been completely blinded. Oliver knew what Clark was, and knew it should have been impossible for Davis to hurt him, if Davis had been human. But the fact that he had hurt Clark was, or should have been, a clear indication that he wasn't human. And therefore a danger to Chloe. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"What do want me to do, Clark?"

"Can you get the team together?"

There were a few moments of hesitation from Oliver and Clark figured he was going to be sent away. But Oliver dialed a number on his cell and seconds later Bart appeared. They sat in an awkward silence for nearly two hours before AC and Victor showed up. It seemed that Dinah was true to her word and left the team. It was hard for Clark to explain himself when everyone in the room was looking at him with something very close to contempt in their eyes.

"Hey, I know." Bart began almost a little too enthusiastically. "Why don't we just wipe her memory, again? And while we're at it, why don't we wipe Davis' as well, that way he can stop asking annoying questions about his wife's health. I mean, only a real tool does that."

"Bart." Oliver warned, he knew the guys hadn't forgiven Clark for what he'd done. And there was a real chance Bart never would. But this was about Chloe. "Why don't we set Vic up as the specialist. He can talk to Watchtower and Davis, reassure them that things are okay."

"But how do we know they are?" AC demanded. "Because the computer program that gets a kick out of toying with Clark said it was. The guy has a very valid fear and we may just be giving him false hope. He could wake up one day and the woman he loves won't know who he is or what she means to him. I-" He'd been working up a pretty good head of steam but broke off suddenly. It seemed to take a few moments, a sadness settling in his eyes before he continued. "I wouldn't wish that on anybody."

For long moments no one spoke. Everyone was too taken back, not by what AC said, but was written clearly on his face. Oliver wondered if this was something that had always been there or something AC himself just came to realize. He knew that they all had been a little in love with Chloe, figured Bart maybe a little more than the rest. But he never would have guessed that it was AC who'd fallen the hardest.

"Can you do this, AC?"

"Do what, you don't need me to help Vic play doctor."

"No we don't. But we do need you for a little bag and tag."

"What do you mean he was attacked? Is he okay? Mike, where is he now?" Cell phone pressed to her ear, Chloe rushed through the hospital corridors. "I'll be right there." Clicking off her cell, Chloe tried to assure herself that Davis wasn't seriously injured. He couldn't be seriously injured. But what she knew and what her heart comprehended were two different things.

Chloe felt as if she'd traveled all over Metropolis instead of from one area of the hospital to another. She had a familiarity with this hospital that was quite disturbing, although she wasn't yet on a first name bases with everyone the way she was at the hospital in Smallville. A few of her stays, here and in Smallville, were...fuzzy at best. Then again, just here recently, a lot of things in her memory were fuzzy.

Why she felt those days of fuzzy hospital stays and all around weirdness were over was beyond her. Maybe it was Davis. Actually, it was completely Davis. Sure there was a thing that put the Hulk to shame lurking beneath the surface, which was a whole new brand of weird than what she was use to in Smallville. But the difference was he'd been upfront with her, almost from the first. There were no secrets with him, no lies, no half truths. He was honest and that honesty provided her with a steadiness she'd never known. So the past few months she'd been living in a protective bubble, she'd been happy, in love, and now reality seemed to be creeping back in.

When she finally reached the E.R she charged through the doors like a woman possessed. And would have barreled her way through searching for Davis if she hadn't been stopped.

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

Chloe considered pushing pass the nurse, she needed to be sure Davis was okay. It seemed ridiculous that she would have to stop. "Yes," She spoke with a calmness she didn't feel. "I'm looking for my husband. Davis Bloome. I was told-"

"Chloe."

The woman behind the desk immediately forgotten, Chloe turned to face Davis' partner. "Mike. What's going on? Is he okay? Where is he? I want to see him."

"He's with the doctor. He was awake when we brought him in, I think he's okay, but they just want to make sure."

"What happened?" Chloe demanded.

"I don't know. We stopped for lunch, it was my turn to go in, when I looked up these guys...they were just attacking him."

"What guys?" She could see the hesitation, the confusion. "What? Mike, just tell me."

"Well....I thought I saw the Green Arrow. And, and, there were these blurs. Like the-"

"Please don't say the red-blue blur." It was quite possibly the dumbest super-hero name ever, she couldn't stand to hear it repeated.

"But that's what it was, except there were two of them. And they were just going at Davis, that's when the Green Arrow showed up. I saw him load his arrow, aim it at Davis, and then....they were trying to carry him off when the police came. Then they just took off."

Something in Chloe's mind tried to push to the surface. Being taken from her home, her bed. Cold rooms, people without faces. Panic on the heels of fear rushing through her veins. Questions going unanswered, screams going unheard. But she couldn't tell what was real or what wasn't. There was only more fuzziness, memories coming back to her like dreams, dissolving just when something was becoming clear.

Hadn't the kids who'd come to the Isis foundation for help spoke of a group that took the meteor infected and experimented on them. There were things on her computer, encrypted files of destroyed facilities. Things that didn't make sense until this very moment. Was that what she was really doing at Isis? Finding these places, trying to bring them down, and using Isis as a cover. It would actually make sense if she knew anyone who could help her take down a evil group of scientist.

No, she shook the thought off, there was only so much she could do from her lap top. The facilities were real, she'd located them, maybe she was planning on exposing them. Maybe she'd gotten so deep into her research they were giving her nightmares. It wouldn't be the first time. God, if she could just remember.

Selfishly, she needed the memories to come back now more than ever. Because someone had gone after her husband. Could it be the same people who'd gone after the kids at Isis? Was it possible that they found out who he was, what was inside him? Did they attack him in an attempt to detain him? So they could experiment on him? Destroy him? But how, how could they have known?

"Mrs. Bloome." The doctor came out of the exam room behind them, breaking Chloe out of her panicked thoughts. "I'm Dr. Morris."

"Hi, how is he?"

"Fine, considering. Whatever was shot at him went straight through, almost as if he was sliced with a knife and not shot. A nasty bump on the head, a concussion but nothing he can't bounce back from." Reaching out, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "He's going to be fine. Your husband has a very hard head."

"That he does. Can I see him?"

"Actually, you can take him home in just a bit. We just want to monitor him for a while, but I see no reason why he can't go home tonight. Go ahead in, the nurse will be in shortly."

Davis was trying to climb out of the bed when Chloe walked into the room. His side was bandaged where the arrow had gone through and another at the base of his skull. She had a million questions for him, questions she couldn't ask with Mike following her.

"Hey," Davis smiled when he looked up and saw her. "You didn't have to come down here. Mike, I told you not to call her."

"You were attacked and you thought I had somewhere more important to be."

"Uh, I should go." Not two feet into the room and Mike began to back out of it. He'd recognized the tone in Chloe's voice and the last place he wanted to be was in the middle of someone else's marital dispute. "Glad you're okay, buddy. See you guys later."

"You told him not to call me." Chloe marched across the room to push him back onto the bed. "You were shot through with an arrow. Knocked unconscious. And you told Mike not to call me."

"I didn't want to worry you." Reaching out, Davis grabbed her hand, lowering his voice so that no one passing the room could hear him. "You know that I can't really be hurt, so I didn't want you to get upset over nothing."

"But you were hurt, even when you shouldn't have been able to." She placed a tentative hand on his chest. "I don't understand how that arrow could have gone through you. I don't understand....I don't...." There was nothing she could do to contain the tears that gathered in her eyes. A knife had shattered against his chest, yet somehow an arrow had managed to go through him.

"Hey, I'm okay. Baby, look I'm fine." He pulled her down onto the bed. "And think about it this way, we won't have to worry about anymore pesky arrows." His grin faltered at her hard look. "Too soon?"

"Yes." But she leaned forward to press her lips to his, moving until she was practically sprawled on top of him. His arms came around her instantly, they always did. She couldn't imagine going back to a life where she no longer had this, had him. The warmth and love and security he provided by doing nothing more than wrapping his arms around her. "I'm going to find the people who did this to you. I'm going to expose them." Because they had tried to take him away from her. And that was something she just could not allow.

"Chloe-"

She shook her head, cutting off his objection. "I can't let them take you from me."

"They can try. Who ever they are, they can try as hard as they can, but no one will ever take me from you." He tilted her chin up until he was looking into her eyes. "Because I will always, always, find my way back to you."

He would, of course he would. But she couldn't let it get to that. The Green Arrow, these damn blurs, she'd find out who they really were. Last she checked, the Green Arrow was a modern day Robin Hood, when his switch flipped to assault she didn't know. But she'd find out what the hell his deal was and what he wanted from her husband.

"How'd you get here so fast?" Davis asked sometime later as Chloe helped him pull on a scrub top one of the aides brought him.

"I was already here, actually." Unable to help herself, Chloe tugged the loose fitting bottoms down until they hung precariously off his hips. Sliding her hands under the top, she pressed herself against him. Needing to be close to him, to hold him, to assure herself that he was still with her.

"Already here. You're not working on a story to bring down the hospital are you. Because if Lois plans on bulldozing her way around here asking questions, I might take a sick leave."

"You're taking a sick leave anyway. But no," Chloe laughed, enjoying the feel of his heart beating beneath her ear. "I had an appointment."

"Appointment?" Davis would have pulled back, but it didn't appear as if Chloe was going to loosen her hold on him. "Did Clark give you the name of that doctor? What did he say?"

"Different doctor. I haven't spoken to Clark since we got back." It was obvious to Chloe that he was avoiding her. They worked in the same building for crying out loud, they should have at least collided at the vending machines.

"But you're okay, right? What doctor did you see? What did he say?"

"Sweetie, breathe. I was just up on four, kind of a check up. I'm fine." Tilting her head up, she gave him an encouraging smile. "We can talk about it more later."

But Davis saw something on her face, apprehension and something else he couldn't quite identify. "What?"

"Nothing. Nothing bad, I promise." She framed his face in her hands. He worried over her so much, that his need to take care of her outweighed the fact that he'd been shot through with an arrow. "We'll talk about it when we get home, okay? I'm going to go sign a few papers and then we can get out of here. I love you."

Davis smiled. "I love you, too." She placed a tender kiss on his lips before turning to leave the room. Providing him with the opportunity to partake in one of his favorite pastimes- watching her ass when she walked away.

"Down boy."

It took a moment for him to register the other person in the room. "What? Oh hey, Stacey."

"Davis. Take it that's the new wife." She asked as she washed her hands before pulling on a pair of gloves.

The grin that broke out across Davis' face was nearly blinding. "Yeah."

"Do you always look at her like she's a steak and you're dying of hunger." She made quick work of changing the bandage on his head.

"I don't think-" He started to argue but didn't really see the point of denying it. "I'm crazy about her."

"Obviously. She's a lucky girl." She stripped off the gloves, going back to the sink to wash her hands again.

Davis nodded, knowing that he was in fact the lucky one. Every hardship in his life, that lead him here, to Chloe....he couldn't regret it. She was all that mattered. "Hey, what's up on four?"

"Four? Um, oh obstetrics and gynecology." The pager attached to her hip went off. "Nurse's work is never done. See you around, Davis. Try not to attack your wife until your home."

"I offer no guarantees." He replied absently as he processed the information she told him. Reviewing all the events from the pass few weeks. How could he have missed this? She hadn't been feeling herself, she'd been nauseous, fatigued. But he'd chalked it all up to her job and the wedding and her running herself ragged with both. Naturally he was worried, but the few days they spent in New York she'd been fine.

"You ready to blow this joint or what?" Chloe was grinning when she walked into the room. "What?"

Davis only continued to study her. She didn't look any different. Hadn't felt any different. Maybe her smile was a little brighter, just a hint of nerves dancing in her eyes. But she was still Chloe. His Chloe. His mind blocked out everything that wasn't her. And though it might have been ridiculous, he could have sworn he heard the faint heartbeat of the child she carried. "Chloe?"

Her smile wavered a bit under the intensity of his stare. "What?"

His Chloe. His wife. The mother of his child. "Your pregnant."

AN: There will be more on the JL's attack on Davis and his injuries in the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy this one.