Title: The Lonely traveler

Author: mystic_blue17

Summary: [TWOSHOT] Clark isn't the only one traveling to alternate universes. Chloe's first stop the Pandora universes..(set in her absence but back on season 9 and 10)

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or plots nor do I plan on receiving any profits from writing about them. Well other than the constant stimulus from them and the plot bunnies that they inspire.

A/N: Okay now it is on. The countdown has begun. In part 2, Chloe is going to the Luthor reality.

Chloe was smarter this time around. There would be no contract with Oliver. She selfishly wanted for his company but the heart wrenching look in Oliver's eyes convinced her to stay away. No good would come of contacting him.

She couldn't be in her universe. Right now all she needed was a safe haven. She settled on a universe with no Luthors. They were the root of a lot of her problems.

She quickly found a night job to support herself for the duration of her stay on Earth 2. The only problem was that her night job gave her plenty of time throughout the day to do anything. It could have been a refreshing change from her regular job. But that gave her a lot of time to pine for Oliver. She had taken to observing Oliver from a distance. Her research at a local library indicated that he wasn't exactly Green Arrow in this reality. Ultraman wouldn't have let a hero exist. She was hoping that along with his crossbow and leather, his heighten skills of observation were not apart of this version of him.

Of course, Oliver had a way of exceeding her expectations.

It was one sunny afternoon mid-December. Chloe had been watching Oliver for the fourth time in a week. She followed him around a corner only to get pulled into an alleyway and pushed against the wall.

"Why are you following me?" he demanded. His breath puffed out in small clouds.

"I…. uhhhhh" she stuttered She was unprepared for any sort of confrontation with Oliver.

He was having none of her stalling. "Spit it out." he said his blue eyes searching her own. His eye colour was different in this world. Mentally she knew that. But seeing it face to face was a startling reminder that this was not her Oliver.

He gripped her arms tighter and interrogated her again. "Are you a tail for Luthor supporters? Tell them next time not to pick a blonde."

Its true she wasn't exactly covert in her winter wear. Unfortunately on her limited budget she could only buy sale items which left her with the funky highlighter colours.

"No I would never." She denied.

"Okay then what?" he asked impatiently. "Why are you following me?"

"I have a crush on you alright?" she blurted out the first excuse that came to mind. It completely belittled their relationship but this Oliver didn't need to know that.

"Oh" her statement sunk in. he had faced this a few times in the past. No one took it to the point that she did. But he had seen the adoring eyes and panic hands when he walked past. "Ohhhhhh."he repeated.

And before her eyes, the hard man in front of her melted away to the charm boy.

"Listen sweetheart I'm flattered and all but you are too young for me." she snorted. She knew there was a reason she never liked his charm. It was completely fake. Her age was never a problem for either Olivers before. He continued on. "And I'm engaged."

She was a masochist. "To who?" she knew the answer.

"Lois Lane." To hear it from his lips bothered her more. She huffed and pushed him away.

She ran out of the alley way, his feeble "Sorry!" reached her ears.

With her cover blown, Chloe no longer hid. She carefully toed the line of propriety. It wasn't that she showed up every where he went. There wasn't a lot of overlap between their lives. The only place that they saw each other was in her opinion best coffee shop in the city throughout the universes.

She felt a greater amount of freedom here. She could at least see him regularly and pretty openly. She no longer had to duck into a corner when he came in. It wasn't in the same manner that she was accustomed to but at this point, she would take what she could get. Seeing Oliver made her heart swell with joy. Even if his blue eyes killed any delusions.

Oliver's skills of observation came into play again on the fifth day of her coffee routine.

He cast a shadow over her. "Stalker tendencies still going strong?"

"No this is the best coffee shop for blocks. It's not my fault that you happen to get coffee when I need my fix."

"I'm willing to bet that you knew my schedule and that's why you are here."

"Maybe. But our last encounter cured me of my feelings." A bold faced lie. She couldn't imagine that she would be cured of her feelings ever. "You don't have to worry about that any more. Now I'm just another patron in the café."

But in any reality, Oliver could not stay away from trouble. Their little interludes continued on for the next two weeks. Every morning he saw her and approached her. They would banter for a few minutes. At the beginning, he would leave and return to the office. As they grew more comfortable, he stayed longer. Instead he would choose to sit down at 'her' table. He liked talking to Chloe. It was always nice to be wanted by a pretty girl. Chloe, on the other hand, liked to think that no matter the circumstances, they would always be drawn together.

By a mutual agreement they never talked about their first meeting or his relationship with Lois. They typically talked about current events. Oliver learned about Chloe's passion for justice while Chloe learned his strategic mind. He also discovered her aptitude for PR.

When he asked how she came to know so much, she simply replied. "I used to be a reporter."

That was the way their conversations went. He would probe into her life and she would gently deflect. He always felt that he was in a constant state of disadvantage. She knew him far better than he knew her. But it was an exciting sequence of events. Oliver had never really had a girl that was a friend before. Oliver tried not to dwell on the fact that he didn't tell Lois about his new friend. There was just something so private about their relationship. He didn't want anyone to interfere with that, even Lois.

In her, he found an excellent ally. She didn't hold back when he asked for her opinion. He wasn't quite used to being told to "change his outfit because he looked like a cheesy politician running for office". Of course she was right. A red tie with a blue shirt was almost too patriotic for him. Black on black looked really sharp in the pictures. She also managed to keep him grounded. No one else was as free with their wit and tongue. She always managed to put him in his place. But it was done with such style, he could only take it humbly.

"So what do you think we should do for the annual Christmas charity?"

Her mind already started to analyze the situation. Oliver really admired her efficiency. "What are your options?"

"The usual. Help the homeless, give presents to orphans, and donate to a hospital."

"Are you going to do them all anyways?"

He blushed. Again, she proved to know him very well. This Christmas, each charity would be receiving a donation from Queen Industries as well as Oliver Queen personally. "Yes. But I have to pick one so that the company can do the big fundraiser." Oliver had to pick one soon to announce on Christmas Eve. The event itself would be towards the end of January, the end of the fiscal year.

"Of course." she paused to think further on it "Then I think you need a splashier cause."

"What?"

"You need something with pizazz." she was really getting into it now. Oliver could practically see her mind brainstorming. "People want excitement. They want the story. So I think you should give them one."

"Oh yea?" It was true the people of Metropolis were traumatized from the Kandorians. They needed a cause for celebration. "And what story should I give them?"

"Oliver I can't do all the work for you." she was the picture of exasperation. "I'm sure you can pick one."

"I have always been partial to Robin Hood."

She shot him a look. "Somehow I don't think that will be a good idea considering your guest list."

The rich and famous would be in attendance. He laughed. "I guess you are right."

"I think you were right to go with a historical renewal. But you need something mysterious."

"I'll buy that. What are you thinking? "

"How about an Egyptian god? You could fund a dig. I'm sure there is a great story somewhere with magic and romance. It will really give something for the people of Metropolis to celebrate."

"I'll think about it." he said it but he already knew it was a great idea. What better way to celebrate the cold season than to pretend you were in one of the hottest places on earth? "You know I never thought I would be such good friends with my stalker."

"What exactly did you think would be hard? I already know everything about you."

They picked up their coffee (his black, hers a crazy confection of caffeine with a candy cane sticking out) and left the table together. He opened the door for her. As the bell chimed announcing their departure, he also noticed that there was a very familiar plant above them.

"Mistletoe of course." she muttered "Ohhhhh. It's okay." she said her hand already fluttering as if to ward him off.

He grinned at her at her denial. He took in her wide green eyes and heavier breath. Clearly she wanted it. And he was reasonably certain that Lois was not going to get upset over a little kiss. She never outwardly flirted with him or displayed her affection for him in any way. But there was a certain warmth between the two of them that she just didn't share with anyone else. Sometimes he felt like he was taking advantage of her feelings for him. Throughout all of their chats, he always felt like he got more out of it than she did. One kiss seemed like a bargain for the best sounding board he ever had in his life.

"It's a time honoured tradition." he swooped in and kissed her. The act itself did not last long. It was a simple touch of his mouth to hers. A light and innocent kiss between two people who had just gotten to know each other.

"Merry Christmas." he wished her.

"I think you are supposed to say 'Happy Holidays.'" With that last bit of snark, she turned and left. Her heart was breaking. Between the coffee visits, she had fallen in love with Oliver all over again. She felt the weight of the device in her pocket and knew that was time to leave.

"How PC of you. Have a great holiday then." He called to her. She didn't look back instead waved her hand over her shoulder. She couldn't bare another glance. He watched her walk away for a few seconds before returning to the office

He never saw her after the holidays although he continually came back to the same café at their usual time.

Three days after the mistletoe incident, a tabloid ran a picture of their kiss. Lois laughed about it, teasing him about traditions. But the truth was he was a sucker for Chloe's big green eyes but even more her brain. He never forgot the brush of her lips against his. He even kept the tabloid picture of them and buried it in his closet. It was the only proof he had that his first friend that was a girl ever existed.

A/N: So what do we think? There were a lot of things going on in this one. Hopefully you saw all the tidbits of Chlollie goodness in there. And it is very different than LT1. Honestly it's just really hard for me to write angst back to back. Also I figured that this Oliver doesn't know about Chloe so all the angst is going to be on her side alone. Alright well this is all I have planned for the alt realities. So onto the next drabble! I feel like I'm going to go fluffy.

I just left this in here from the first installment

And after some editing I decided to take out the part hat explains how Chloe got to alternate reality traveling. If it bothers anyone I'm happy to explain it. I pretty much took the idea from Crisis On Two Earths. Essentially Chloe can travel between dimensions using a Luthor device.