D: I do not own Smallville. You know what would happen if I did?
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Bart was watching the camera in the elevator as he saw his father take Oliver hostage. AC and Vic are out. Clark's on patrol. Who do I call? Who do I call? "Chloe," he whispered. He dialed her cell and waited for her to pick up.
"Sullivan."
"Chloe, listen. I need to know if you can come over in a half hour and activate the chip in my shoulder."
"The GPS chip? Bart, what…"
"Chloe, just listen. I need to know if you can."
"Yeah, Bart, but why…"
"Too long of a story. Half an hour. If we're still here, we'll tell you the story."
"All right, half an hour." Bart hung up and moved to the living room. He debated on going to Oliver's stash of arrows and putting one into his dad's chest. The idea of having a weapon was slightly comforting, so he sped over to the hidden cache behind the bookshelf in the study. He recalled the code Oliver put in and brought up the full array of weapons. He picked out a simple arrow and noticed the crossbow. He picked that up and a couple of the bolts. The arrow went under his shirt, tucked in his belt for an extra precaution.
"Okay, trigger," he mouthed, fitting a bolt in and holding it in front of him. He carefully exited the study and walked around the apartment. He didn't see Oliver or his father in any of the other rooms. He didn't notice the elevator going down again.
He did notice Oliver in the middle of the living room, standing. He didn't even get five feet in before he felt the barrel of a gun at his head. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm an idiot. "Bartholomew, what are you doing?" a voice asked, taking the crossbow. He resisted the urge to speed to his room and hide under the bed. You're not six years old anymore. That won't help anything or anyone. "Stand next to him," Don ordered. He stayed in the same place while Bart walked over to Oliver, who wrapped an arm around him.
"Now, in a few moments, we are going to be leaving. My employer for the moment, who knows you," he pointed at Oliver, "doesn't care what happens to you. So I have a short time punching bag."
"You really think you're going to get out of here alive?" Oliver asked.
"Queen, you don't have the guts to go after me. I have the gun, and you don't have the advantage."
"That's enough, Mr. Allen," a voice announced. Don turned around to Lex Luthor standing at the door frame to the living room. He was holding a briefcase.
"Mr. Luthor, I was going to bring him straight to you."
"Was that before or after the side trip to the motel you set up at in the town where the facility's at?" Don paled at the mention of this and Oliver took the moment to step in front of Bart. Lex brought up the briefcase. "You're going to take what I give you."
"Or what? Cuz that briefcase doesn't hold what I want."
"No, it holds what I need." He opened the case to pull out a 9mm semi-automatic. Oliver pulled Bart down just as Lex pulled the trigger and placed three bullets into Don's head. Lex walked a few steps over and looked at the man with distaste. He threw the gun on the table and pulled off the latex gloves he had been wearing. Underneath those gloves was another pair of gloves, which he didn't take off.
Oliver got off of Bart, who he had been shielding with his body and stood firmly in his living room. "I thought you were working with him," he accused. Bart got up after him and stood next to him, looking at Lex with confusion written over his face.
"I had one condition for the idiot to follow. He was never going to have another chance to be alone with Bart again," Lex explained, taking the briefcase and walking back to the elevator. "Even I'm not that cruel, Oliver." He entered the elevator. "The police will be here in five minutes. They were called at the exact minute Don was shot." The elevator went down before Oliver could retort.
"This doesn't make any sense," Bart said. Oliver nodded and led him away from the body and into the kitchen, which would be the most off the crime scene. Oliver waited for the police at the elevator.
The detective that was going to be handling the investigation was Flack. He came up with two CSI's ready to process. "Didn't think we would have to meet again," he commented.
"Neither did I."
"This is Detective Taylor and Messer with the crime lab," Flack introduced, pointing to the older and younger men respectively. The younger one had a look of recognition on his face that wiped off his face as Oliver's name was mentioned. "Where's the body?"
"In the living room. The gun is on the table closest to the door."
"Danny, process the living room," Detective Taylor ordered. Danny nodded and went in that direction.
"Where can we go, Mr. Queen?" Flack asked.
"The kitchen." Oliver led the way. Bart was holding a bottle of pop that he put down as soon as Oliver noticed he had one.
Detective Taylor was more subtle than Danny, only his eyes gave away a look of recognition as he saw Bart. "So what's the story?" Flack questioned.
"Don Allen was waiting in the garage as I came home from a dinner. He held a gun on me as we came up to the penthouse. He went on a rant until an unidentifiable figure shot him a few times."
"Why couldn't you identify him?" Detective Taylor asked.
"Guy wore all black, had ski mask on. Ollie also pushed me down and came down on top of me," Bart offered, taking a drag out of the pop.
"Mind if I confirm that story?" Taylor asked, bringing up his kit. Oliver nodded and waited for Taylor to bring out two small objects from the kit. He uncapped one to see a small tape lifter, which he used to collect potential GSR off of Oliver's hands. He capped it and bagged it before processing Bart's hands the same way.
Oliver went over the story in great detail for Detective Flack while Taylor helped Danny process the scene. After an hour, the three came together and thanked the two for their time. They left after leaving their cards and the usual warning of staying within the city.
"Did the other two guys act strangely to you?" Bart asked.
"You noticed it also?"
"Yeah, Messer recognized you, and Taylor recognized me, but he was harder to spot."
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At almost the same time
"You two were acting funny," Flack noted as they entered the elevator.
"The guy you called Oliver Queen looked like Elliot Bevins, a guy Angell and me talked to during the woman in the guy's bathtub," Danny said.
"Was that the one that Peyton got called to and got my date cancelled?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah, Mac, it was. And what did he mean you were acting funny?"
"The kid looked like Reed."
"Reed, your stepson?" Flack asked.
"Yeah."
Flack decided not to pursue the topic. "Well, at least you didn't call them by Elliot and Reed."
"Actually the first thing that came to my mind was 'Elliot, you actually decided to put on some clothes for us this time.'"
"What do you mean 'put on some clothes'?" Flack argued.
"Didn't I tell you? Guy only had a towel on when Angell and I were talking to him. Think he was also making some moves on Angell," Danny taunted, waggling his eyes. Flack decided to hit Danny instead of arguing back.
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"Shoot, Chloe's coming over," Bart realized.
"Why is Chloe coming over?" Oliver inquired.
"Because she was the only person I could get into contact with."
"When is she coming?"
"Right about," he started, staring at the figure coming out of the elevator, "now."
"Okay, what's going on?" Chloe asked.
"Kitchen?" Bart pointed. He moved the wrong way and felt something poke his chest. He winced and pulled out the arrow he had forgotten about. It had moved when Oliver pushed him down.
"Bart, what are you doing with Oliver's arrow?" Chloe inquired, curiosity showing fully.
"It's part of the story."
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And that is the end of Past Nightmares. I thought I would give people a twist to chew on.
Yeah, I put Mac Taylor and Danny Messer in here for the heck of it. I thought it would be funny. :D
For Ollie (because for some reason he is breaking into my head and making himself into a nice character) review please. The button is his color. :)