A/N: Well here it is! The long awaited update! Sorry it took so long. I've been so busy at work and I just had my birthday. But I kept writing and now I've some new stuff for you guys. Hope you enjopy! Don't forget to review! And anything you might like to see in the next few chapters, let me know!

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Oliver demanded.

Whitney stood. The years were good to him. He didn't change too much. But, he look older, and if it was possible, more cute.

"Like Chloe said, I'm Whitney." He said.

"Wait. Whitney Fordman? Lana's old boyfriend? That's who you're 'thing' was with?" Oliver asked Chloe.

She shrugged, slightly scared of what both men might do.

"I have a thing for blondes?" Chloe offered.

Whitney and Oliver both just looked at Chloe.

"Chloe, why don't you go get your stuff? You're coming home with me." Whitney said.

Oliver glared at Whitney.

"Over my dead body. This is her home. She's staying here. You're the only one going." Oliver stated, emphasizing every word.

"I'm not going anywhere without Chloe." Whitney glared back at Oliver.

Oliver knew that arguing with him wasn't going to get him out of the apartment faster.

"Fine. We'll let Chloe decide." Oliver growled, and turned to Chloe.

He was still standing between her and Whitney. He didn't trust Whitney to be close to Chloe. He had a gut feeling that he was up to something.

"Chloe, we need you to choose." Oliver said, softly.

Chloe looked into his eyes, she saw love, desire, fear and a bit of anger. Looking over at Whitney she saw determination and smugness on his face. Chloe didn't need to think twice. She looked back at Oliver and took his hand in her, threading their fingers.

"I'm staying here." She said to him, softly.

She looked at Whitney.

"I'm staying here." She told him firmly, "Now, please, get out of our home."

"Chloe-"

"No! Stop. I don't want to hear it." Chloe snapped, cutting him off. "If you don't leave now, I'm calling the cops to have you arrested for breaking and entering."

Whitney glowered at her and Oliver. Oliver stepped directly in front of Chloe and gave Whitney a look that said, 'You try anything, you're dead.'

"This isn't over." Whitney said, and stormed out of the apartment.

"Oliver-" Chloe started.

"Wait."

Oliver took out his phone and went onto the balcony. A few minutes later, he went back in.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"I'm getting Victor to look into him," He snarled as he said 'him', "Bart's going to tail him, and Clark's on his way over to make sure nothing was planted."

"What did you tell them?" she asked.

"Well, I told Vic and Bart this guy was stalking you, I don't trust him. And I told Clark we had an angry 'visitor' and this is just a precaution." Oliver explained and gathered her in his arms.

"I'm sorry." She said, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and resting her head on his chest.

"For what?"

"For not telling you sooner; when all this started. For hiding it. For even being with him." She said, bitterly.

"Hey." Oliver tilted her face up to look at him. "Don't be sorry. You didn't really know it was him. And I know you have a past. So do I. And there's always going to be a reminder of it. But, I'm never going to stop loving you, because your past has made you into the amazing, talented, most beautiful and precious person in my life." He told her.

Chloe smiled slightly and tried to relax in her arms.

'What's going to happen next?' They both asked in their minds.

Clark x-rayed and did a walk around the whole apartment. Nothing had been planted and nothing seemed to be missing. Chloe took a long, hot shower to try to relax, but it didn't work. She wasn't sure what Whitney was up to, or what he would do. But, what really puzzled her was how he was alive.

'He died in war.' She thought.

Chloe lay awake for a few hours, wanting Oliver to come to bed. But, he didn't. Chloe got up and wandered down the hall. She saw the light on in Oliver's office. She could hear his end of the phone conversation he was having. And he didn't sound happy.

"What do you mean there's nothing?... He couldn't have just 'appeared.'…. Look into it! I want to know where he's been and how he's alive and breathing." Oliver slammed the phone down and sighed, aggravated.

Oliver sat down at his desk and looked over some papers. Chloe could tell he was stressed and worried because he always tapped his pen, not realizing he was, when he felt that way. Chloe watched as his eyes trailed over the page in front of him. His brain probably not even registering what he was reading. His sitting form was sort of slouched and Chloe could see the tension rolling off him. She silently walked behind him and put her hands over his eyes. He sat up a little straighter.

"Guess who?" she whispered, huskily, her breath tickling his ear.

He relaxed a little at the sound of her voice. He took her hands from his eyes and kissed her palms.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me, Chlo." He said.

"But it's fun." She teased and slid her hands out of his grasp.

She sat side ways on his lap and ran her fingers soothingly through his hair. Oliver closed his eyes and could feel himself relaxing at her soft touch.

"So I'm guessing Victor hasn't found anything yet?" Chloe asked, as she rubbed Oliver's neck muscles.

"No." he sighed. "I don't get it. How can someone be dead for years and end up being alive, with no records or anything in his name?"

"I don't know." Chloe said, as she leaned her forehead to Oliver's.

Suddenly, a thought struck Chloe. Why didn't she think of this before? It's so obvious.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, and jumped up off Oliver's lap and ran to her laptop in her office off the living room.

"Chloe?" Oliver asked, as he followed her.

He was confused and slightly worried over her reaction. Chloe was typing furiously when Oliver walked in. Her mind was going a million miles a second. Oliver looked over her shoulder. She was in hacking mode, but she wasn't hacking Luthorcorp, she was hacking….. Wait.

"Lex's personal files?" he asked, really confused.

Chloe shushed him. She needed to concentrate. A few minutes later, and Chloe was in. She quickly scanned over his work files and then a smile donned her face.

"A-ha!" she exclaimed.

"Care to fill me in?" Oliver asked. He didn't like feeling out of the loop. Especially when it involved Lex and Chloe.

Chloe turned in her chair and grinned up at Oliver.

"You're girlfriend is a genius." She stated. She continued, at Oliver's raised eyebrow.

"Well, I was thinking. Who, besides you, has enough money to cover anything one might need to start a life over? And who would want to do me…us, so much harm they would stoop to any level to do it? Lex!"

"Okay. I'll bite. Why did you go into Lex's personal files?" Oliver said, leaning a hip against Chloe's desk.

"Because Luthorcorp's files are always being watched and you never know who might just turn on Lex. So, of course anything having to do with paying medical bills or buying a house or anything like that would be kept in his own files. And I was right." Chloe explained, and turned her laptop to show Oliver.

Chloe had found a file called 'Chlitney'. In it, were descriptions of doctor examinations, test results, addresses, dates and detailed descriptions of Whitney's memory. Oliver looked at Chloe.

"You're a genius." He said and kissed her forehead.

Chloe beamed. "I know. But," she continued, "what I don't know, is why Lex is helping Whitney. I mean, as far as I know, Lex and Whitney barely knew each other."

"It's obvious, Chlo. Lex wants to hurt us, like you said. He thinks Whitney is the way to do that. It's probable they made a deal. Break us up. Whitney gets you and Lex…." Oliver trailed off.

"Lex gets to bask in his happiness at your defeat or –"

Oliver cut Chloe off. "Or Lex gets you first to torture and question or whatever else his sick mind wants to do to get info on the JL."

Oliver started pacing. He couldn't believe Lex would….actually, he could believe Lex would do something like this. Oliver ran his hand through his hair.

"Chloe, we're putting you under surveillance. You're not to go anywhere by yourself. Starting tonight, we'll be training you to fight 3 times a day. If Whitney ever, ever comes near you again, we'll be ready." Oliver told her, sternly.

Chloe stood up and stopped Oliver from pacing.

"Oliver, we can do all that but then we'd just be proving to Lex that's got us scared."

"Chloe, where you're safety is concerned, I'm always scared. Even though you have the ability to heal, we don't know how it works. What happens if one time you get hurt really bad and die and don't wake up?" Oliver questioned.

"I-I don't know."

Oliver took Chloe in his arms.

"I don't want to take that chance. Please, do this for me?" Oliver asked.

Chloe thought for a moment.

"Okay. But instead of surveillance, how about a GPS device? Then you'll know where I am at all times." Chloe suggested.

"Sounds good. But, just to let you know, we're not putting it in your skin." Oliver shivered slightly.

Just the thought of having Chloe have to relive anything like that again, made him want to bring Lex down more than ever. Because now, it was personal.

"Dammit, Fordman! I told you to get her away from Queen. Why is she still there?" Lex shouted, angrily.

"She wouldn't leave with me Lex! What could I do? I want her to be with me, but I wasn't about to drag her out by her hair." Whitney shouted back.

Lex huffed out a sigh of aggravation.

"Fine. We'll figure out a way to get her away from Queen. Then we'll make her see that it's you she belongs with." Lex said, and went into his office.

"Soon, Chloe. Soon you'll give me all the answers I'm looking for. And then you'll pay." Lex muttered to himself.