(A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! Uh, yeah, sorry about not starting Chlollie yet, but now we get Chlollie.)
Oliver Queen knocked on the door of Chloe Sullivan's hospital room. "Chloe? It's Oliver."
"Come in," came Chloe's voice. Oliver opened the door. Chloe was sitting in the bed, dressed in a pair of jeans and a teal graphic tee that said 'LIVE LAUGH LOVE' on it. There was a pair of teal flip-flops beside the bed and her red coat from the night before, which he had gotten cleaned and sent to her hospital room. A Ziploc bag with her belongings was sitting on the table because she no longer had a purse to hold them in. "Hi!" she said brightly, hazel eyes shining.
Oliver smiled. "Hi Chloe. So, how are feeling?" He asked, setting her laptop down on the table next to the Ziploc bag. "Is there a reason why you're not in your hospital gown?" He asked, crinkling his eyebrows, trying to think of the reason. "Not fashionable enough for you?" He joked.
Chloe laughed. Oliver found himself thinking of how pretty she looked when she laughed, but shook his head to clear it. "No, although, it would be cool if we could have Gucci or Prada hospital gowns." She looked up, grinning at him, and Oliver was struck once again by her exuberant beauty. "Uh, Dr. Souders, he said that if I wanted to, I could leave once you came."
He sat down in the chair beside her bed. "So, you're feeling okay, then?" He asked.
Chloe nodded. "Uh-huh. My wrist doesn't hut that much anymore. My head is still a little sore though, but Dr. Souders said to take some Advil if the pain gets too much for me to handle." She smiled widely again. "Obviously he doesn't know me too well."
He smiled slightly. "I just wish I could have gotten to you in time," said Oliver, gently pushing Chloe's silky blonde hair back to take a look at the purplish bruise across the left side of her forehead. He grimaced slightly. "I'm so sorry."
Chloe playfully pushed his hand away, smiling slightly. "Seriously Oliver, I can live with a couple of bruises and a sprained wrist, you know, considering that the ninja lady probably would have beheaded me with those knives." Oliver still looked concerned. "I'm fine Oliver. Really." He managed a small smile. "Now, can I get out of this prison, or what?" She asked him.
"Of course. Milady?" He asked in a joking voice, extending his hand. Chloe giggled and took it. He pulled Chloe up. "Your chariot awaits." Chloe grabbed the laptop of off the table and slipped her feet into her flip-flops. "Do you want your jacket?" He asked her, picking it up off the chair.
"Yes, thank you," said Chloe, setting the laptop down on the table and putting on her red peacoat. She picked up her laptop again once she buttoned it up.
"Okay, so where to?" Oliver asked her, taking the Ziploc bag off of the table.
"Um, the Daily Planet, I guess," she said. It was now around 5:00 PM, so the Daily Planet would be relatively empty.
"Okay," he said. "Here, I'll take the laptop," he said, taking the white MacBook out of Chloe's hands, exchanging it for the Ziploc bag. They exited Chloe's room, where Oliver signed Chloe out and then headed to the visitors parking lot, where he had parked his black Porsche. He got into the front seat after opening the door to the passengers side for Chloe.
He drove to the Daily Planet. "So, um, look Oliver, if you don't want to do the interview, its okay," said Chloe.
"No, no, it's fine," said Oliver. "Anyways, least I can do. You've been helping me and the rest of us for quite a while now." Chloe opened her mouth to speak. Oliver cut her off. "I don't care that you get paid Chloe. You risked your life to help us, and you deserve a front page exclusive."
"Thank you Oliver," said Chloe.
They stopped at the Daily Planet and Oliver parked the car. He and Chloe got out, and made their way to the basement, where Chloe's desk and computer were. Chloe unbuttoned her peacoat and hung it over the chair. She took a seat at the desk and logged in to the Daily Planet server. Oliver took a seat in the chair beside hers.
"Um, do you think you can find the security cameras on the roof for last night? When you were unconscious, I took off my hood and sunglasses. We need to get rid of that," he said to her.
"Sure," said Chloe, "but before we delete it, I want to look at them. I want to see more about our freaky ninja lady." She typed away at the computer and pulled up the surveillance video for last night on the roof. She clicked the play button and then fast-forwarded to when she saw herself come on the screen. They watched as Oliver shot th first arrow and pinned the girl to the wall. But when Oliver shot the second arrow, the sounds of the cars and the loud city of Metropolis suddenly got muffled. All the sound appeared to be muffled, until the arrow shattered.
When the sound was muffled, Chloe and Oliver exchanged glances. "She shattered your arrow," said Chloe.
"Yeah, not my proudest moment," said Oliver with a small smile. Chloe smiled as well. "But can you find out why all the sound got muffled? I've never seen that before," said Oliver to Chloe.
Chloe nodded. "Uh sure," she said, turning back to her computer and typing away on the keyboard. "I'm just gonna call up the recording sound of the video," she said. She highlighted one portion of the recording on the computer and pressed play. The sounds of Metropolis, and all the cars came up, and then got muffled. She typed a few buttons, readjusting the sound and frequency levels. She plays the portion and . . . a high-pitched scream pierced through the air.
"Oh my . . ow!" Chloe said, covering her ears. She quickly shut it off.
"What was that?" Oliver asked Chloe. "What did you do?"
"Oh, I just isolated the sound recording of the video and adjusted the sound levels. I also isolated and changed the frequency," Chloe explained.
"Wow," said Oliver with a smile on his face. "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about." Chloe laughed. "Watchtower, seriously, if you were a meteor freak, your power would be something to do with technology," he said jokingly.
He smiled, but then with a glance to Chloe, his smile was wiped off his face almost instantly. Chloe looked pensive and slightly sad.
"Chloe," he started, "I . . . I was just joking. I'm not trying to insinuate that you're a meteor freak or something."
"I am one," whispered Chloe, tears slowly filling up her hazel eyes.
"You are one what?" He asked, scooting closer to her and tilting her face to look at him.
"A meteor freak," she mumbled, trying to twist her head away. Oliver didn't let her, tiling her face yet again, forcing her hazel eyes to gaze into his brown ones.
"How did you find out?" He asked.
"Tobias Rice," she explained, "remember him? He's the one who told me."
"What's your power?" He asked. When she winced slightly, he nodded. "I'm sorry," he added. "If you don't want to tell me Chlo, you don't have to."
"Thanks Oliver. You're a good friend," said Chloe giving a trembling smile.
Oliver didn't really know what he was doing when he gently pulled her face closer to his and pressed his lips against hers.
(A/N: OMG! Now review so I'll write the next chapter! We get more Chlollie and hopefully a Lollie argument! YAY! And I might even throw in some angry Clark somewhere in that mess of things