(A/N Thank you so much for all the nice reviews! Now that this is a Chlollie story, I want to know what you want the other couples to be:

Who do you want with Clark?

LOIS

LANA

DINAH (BLACK CANARY)

And who do you want with Dinah (Black Canary)?

CLARK

BART

VICTOR

A.C.

THANKS!)

Clark and Chloe had finished eating the breakfast that Oliver had sent over. Clark put the trays on the table and looked at Chloe. "Chloe, could I have a word with you?"

Oh boy, here it comes, Chloe thought but nodded anyways.

"Why were you moonlighting for Oliver? You could have gotten seriously injured," said Clark, his voice filled with worry. "His missions are dangerous, and the fact that he's taking you with him . . ."

"No, no, no. It was just Internet interception. Look, it was harmless work," said Chloe. Clark raised an eyebrow. "Okay, it was harmless before I was nearly beheaded by a freaky ninja girl in fishnet tights . . . and thrown through a glass door," she added sheepishly.

"Chloe, you could have died. Oliver has no right at all to make you do this stuff for him!" Clark's voice rose with anger.

"Make me? Clark, how can you even think--?" Chloe stopped and raised her hazel eyes to stare into his green ones. "He didn't force me Clark. I offered to do it," Chloe explained. Clark opened his mouth to speak. "For a small fee, of course," Chloe added quickly.

"He's paying you?" Clark asked incredulously.

"Well, Clark a girls gotta pay her bills," said Chloe, "and well . . . I mean let's face it . . . you kinda of fill up my pro-Bono quota." She smiled at him. "I'm still going to be your sidekick Clark, I just needed the money for the Talon's rent and some bills, and let's face it . . . the basement reporter job isn't exactly the best paying job in the world."

"Unless you print an exclusive interview with Oliver Queen?" Clark joked. Chloe smiled.

"You heard that?" she asked, laughing slightly. "Okay, it was the best I could come up with Clark."

"I know. I actually think Lois bought it," said Clark.

Chloe's eyes shifted towards the clock. "Oh my god! Clark it's nearly noon. Don't you have some chores to do at the farm?"

"I'm done the chores," said Clark in a brusque voice.

"Okay, so do you want to get me more coffee?" She asked, with a small smile, hoping he wouldn't bring up Lana. She couldn't handle any more Lana-drama.

Clark ignored her. "And I just can't hang around the house anymore Chloe," said Clark. "Knowing that Phantom was living my life for with Lana for over a month, while I was trapped in the Fortress." He looked at Chloe, looking kind of sad. "I-I know we looked alike, but she really couldn't tell the difference? I mean you were able to after three minutes." (A/N: Sorry, but in the episode, they should have made note of that!). He looked down at his hands and then back up at Chloe. "And then she tells him that they belong together. Does that mean that she doesn't feel that way about me?"

Chloe looked at Clark, thinking of what to say. "Well . . ." She thought again. "She's not the same girl you used to trip all over in high school either," she added.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," said Clark, looking annoyed with Chloe, almost as if he thought she brought it up.

Chloe looked at Clark, eyebrows raised. "Right," she said, laughing slightly. "I'm sorry I brought it up," she said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry Chloe," said Clark sighing heavily. "Look, I'm going to get you some more coffee okay?"

"Oh, and could you get my laptop from my apartment?" Clark looked at her with an 'are you insane?' expression on his face. Chloe rolled her eyes. "Clark please. I'm so bored!"

"Here's an idea: Why don't you sleep and get some rest?" asked Clark.

"Clark please? I promise I won't try to get that file again. I just want to work on some of my stories. I'm really bored. This place is like a prison!"

"Chloe, this is a hospital not Alcatraz," Clark informed her. Chloe opened her mouth to speak. "No . . . I don't want to hear it. Either you promise to sleep and actually get a bit of rest, or I won't get you a coffee."

"Oh come on Clark. You know better than to stand between Chloe Sullivan and her caramel latte," said Chloe with a smile. "Okay fine." She pretended to be annoyed. "I'll sleep. If it means so much to you."

"Thank you," said Clark with a grin. "One caramel latte with a shot of espresso coming up." He supersped out of the hospital room, blowing Chloe's straight blonde hair around her face. In under a minute, he supersped back in the room carrying a to-go cup of coffee.

"Thanks!" said Chloe, taking the cup from him. "Now, after I'm done this, as promised, I will sleep," she informed him, taking a sip.