Author's note: Okay, here we go with this multi-chapter, ten years later. Oliver and Chloe will be the main focus. Will have Clark and Lois at different points and maybe some of the other team members – Bart, etc. (Also, Kyle Gallagher for that role was perfection. Loved him). TW: It will get dark and graphic at points. Torture, kidnapping, and physical abuse. Will most likely not write sexual but if I do, I will forewarn and write at it an elusive mannerism. I've written sexual abuse before and know how to do it sensitively. TW will be placed at the beginning of each chapter that needs them. Thoughts appreciated! Xxx

TW: Car wreck.

Chloe Sullivan was currently at The Daily Planet, knocking back coffee as if it were water as her tired eyes scanned the article she was prepping for publish one last time. She didn't want any mistakes from her end of things to be the reason she got a "stern talking to" from her boss. Who, undoubtedly, was a pain in her fucking ass. She hated him with a passion – a fiery one, at that – but, she digressed. She had a job to do at the end of the day and, in her humble opinion, she was the best fucking person to do this job. Her journalism was on par with no one else's. Nodding to herself with that little reminder, she finally clicked the submit button, emailing the article to James, her editor-in-chief, and shut down her computer for the night, soft sigh falling from her lips.

Chloe could think of extraordinarily little that sounded more appealing than getting into her car, putting Ollie onto her speaker system, and heading home to their apartment they shared in the heart of Metropolis. She was tired and she wanted her boyfriend to be talked into giving her a back rub. It ached. Semantics.

Heading out of the building and towards her car, she got into the driver's side, shutting, and locking the door quickly afterwards. She may be good at defending herself, her combative skills taught by none other than Ollie himself, but she was still a petite woman living in a city where crime rate climbed steadily by the day. She wasn't looking to go begging for trouble. Pulling out of the parking lot, she quickly hit Ollie's speed dial, letting the sound of the ringtone fill her car. He picked up after the first ring.

"Hey, baby, on your way home?" Oliver Queen asked, voice soft for her in ways that she knew it wasn't for anyone else. She considered herself lucky. With a smile painting her lips, she replied.

"Yeah, babe. Just left. Be home soon. Keep me company?" Chloe asked hopefully, chuckling softly as she heard her boyfriend's scoff on the other end of the line. She could hear his exasperated facial expression.

"As if you had the option of me not staying on the phone with you," Oliver replied. "There's someone on the street targeting young, petite blond women. Who have striking similarities to yourself, Chloe."

Chloe sighed. "Ollie, not this again."

"C'mon, Chloe, you're a smart woman. I know you have to see the resemblance to each victim that has been found," Oliver replied firmly, voice strong in it's conviction. She chewed her lip, deciding how best to handle her boyfriend's worry. It wasn't that she didn't understand it – it was that she understood it a little too much for comfort.

"Yeah," she murmured. "I am smart enough to recognize the similarities."

"I wish you wouldn't be so hellbent on not letting me pick you up from work each nig-wait, Chloe! You were supposed to call me when leaving the building!" Oliver cut himself off in order to chastise her.

"Whoops?" Chloe asked with a grin.

"Such a little shit, I swear," he muttered, huffing a chuckle.

"Yeah, but one you love," she reminded him as her eyes flickered to her rearview mirror and away – and then back again. She narrowed her eyes as she studied a green Jeep that was steadily gaining traction on her and she casually switched lanes to try and put space between her and the other driver. No such luck. The driver themselves switched with an alarming amount of ease and kept creeping closer and closer to her tailgate. "Uh, Ollie?"

Oliver must have heard something in her voice – something she herself did not recognize – because his tone was sharp and alert when he replied.

"What's wrong?" Oliver demanded.

"I think someone is following me," she said, eyes still half on the road in front of her and half on the driver behind her. "Green Jeep, maybe a 2019. Not sure. Can't read the license plates from here."

"Okay," Oliver said. "Stay calm and just keep driving to the apartment. If you don't feel comfortable doing that – drive to a crowded place and get out, tell me when you get there. I'm getting in my car as we speak."

Chloe nodded, opting to go with the second option. "Okay. Going to head to line of shops we frequent on our rare day off."

"Coffee shop in the middle?" Oliver checked.

"Definitely." Her eyes flashed back to the rearview mirror and she inhaled sharply. "Shit."

"What? What?" Oliver demanded.

"Ollie -," Chloe said, hating the fact that her voice was trembling. "Driver is going to hit me. I'm on 13th street. Get here."

"Chloe-," Oliver's voice was cut off by the sound of the car ramming into hers'. Screaming, Chloe braced for the impact as she tried to keep her car from swerving into any others – the less amount of people hurt, the better for the team. Her shoulder slammed into the steering wheel and she hissed.

"Fuck!" Chloe shouted, head following suit as it too banged against something – her dashboard, more accurately.

"Chloe? Chloe, talk to me, baby!" Oliver cried but she could only just barely register his words as her vision danced before her eyes. She had managed to get her car to roll to a stop and looked up to find the other driver speeding off. Despite Oliver's cries of terror – terror for her and not knowing if she was okay – Chloe couldn't bring herself to answer him as the airbag had deployed at one point, hitting her ribs, and making it difficult to breathe pain free.

"Get an ambulance here, Ollie," she mumbled just before her eyes slipped shut and she drifted off the edge of consciousness all too eagerly. Anything to escape the pain, Chloe.

Author's note: Okay, so that's the first chapter! Shorter than what I normally do but I'm writing it on my lunch so that plays in and also, it's mainly to set up the story. Would love thoughts! Xxx