AN: A 3 chapter update today I sorta gotta into a groove and kept going. Hope you like. :)

Chapter 4

Chloe

She hadn't realised how hungry she was until they started to eat, Lois and Clark banished from her mind for the moment, instead focused on the comfortable silence that existed between her and Oliver. What surprised her was the fact she didn't feel the need to try and strike up conversation to fill the gap it just felt right.

Once they had finished they had sat together talking about some of the places the team had been a twinge of jealousy there and gone in a blink of an eye, Chloe knew that she had her value but breaking into a Luthorcorp building and destroying it was perhaps not her strong suit.

As the evening moved on she was amused to find Ollie yawning widely and she made to excuse herself not exactly sure where she would go, "You take the bed all I need is a blanket," he mumbled lying down on the couch. She pulled one from the large bed in the bedroom at the back and placed it over him amused to find him sound asleep already. Being a Hero was obviously tiring.

Grabbing one of his shirts she changed before settled into the large bed and stared up at the ceiling, Gotham, she'd heard stories about it and if half of them were true… Grinning she squirmed till she was comfortable eyes slipping closed.

Coming awake with a start she wasn't sure what it was that had woken her until she heard the strange noises coming from the living room, Oliver! She slipped out of the covers and moved cautiously towards the door and down the corridor that separated the bedroom from the main living area, he was talking to someone.

Frowning Chloe wondered who would be here at this time of night, peering into the dim light she saw no one was there but Oliver was still making the same noises. It registered that he must be having another nightmare, one side of being a superhero they had failed to put in the manual. Moving quickly over to the couch she curled up on the spot next to his head and began to stroke his hair making soothing noises. It was all very well doing things for the good of mankind but there was a price to be paid, and it seemed Oliver was paying it.

She sat with him until he calmed before moving back towards the bedroom, even as she did so he started to shift again so Chloe moved back and shook him softly, "Oliver…"

Watching as his eyes opened she could tell he wasn't as sharp as he should be, her eyes became more worried than they had been, maybe this trip would be good for them both. "Chlo, what is it?" She stroked his cheek, "come on, that big bed of yours has plenty of space for us both." When he didn't resist she knew for certain he was out of sorts, leading him by the hand she guided him into the room and settled him into the bed before joining him.

Keeping distance between them she stretched out her hand and took his in hers urging him to sleep. It didn't take him long and it seemed that the touch of her hand was enough to keep him calm, Chloe made a note to contact A.C., Victor and Bart to find out what it was that was giving Oliver these nightmares.

When she woke the space in the bed was next to her was empty and she could hear music playing quietly, and the smell of strong coffee wafted its way towards her making her smile. Rubbing her eyes she climbed out and padded her way down the corridor Olivers shirt stopping just above her knees. The sight that greeted her was pleasant to say the least, he was balanced on his head, back towards her, shirtless, muscles visible begging to be touched. His sweatpants framed his behind in a way that made Chloe grin and nibble her lower lip, he was something to look at and she wasn't afraid to admire his toned body.

Oliver

Waking next to her had been a surprise, he couldn't really remember the night before, all he knew was his dreams hadn't been enjoyable, but the voice that had soothed him had been like a light reaching into the dark to guide him home. When he saw her blonde hair spread out on the pillow he said thank you quietly to her, stroking the blonde locks for a second admiring this peaceful Chloe, so different to the one he usually saw.

Leaving her to sleep he had moved into the living room ordering breakfast and lots of coffee, before starting his morning yoga routine. He heard her approaching and he smiled but didn't move, "Like what you see Watchtower?" His tone was light and teasing as he moved himself upright and looked at her grinning, "Not bad," she smirked in return before moving to the couch and grabbing a coffee.

He admired what part of her legs he could see below his shirt thinking how good it looked on her. Deciding not to mention the previous night he gestured to the table containing various bagels and fruits, "help yourself. I'm gonna take a shower." He turned and left before she could reply.

The water was cool and comforting on his skin and he looked down at his torso noting new scars and old wounds, it was a dangerous business being a hero. Still the next few days should be nothing but business and pleasure. Which brought him back to Chloe, why exactly had he been so eager to take her with him, he wasn't sure, but she attracted him, greatly. Spunk, intelligence, loyalty, she had them all, but she was devoted to the boy scout. Wasn't she?

When he emerged he found her on the balcony looking out over the city streets focusing on the whirling globe ahead, Daily Planet emblazed on it in big bold letters. He figured she was thinking about her job, her colleagues maybe, heck probably that boy she was dating. "What's on your mind?" he enquired breaking the silence that existed. "Nothing much," she turned and looked at him smiling, but her eyes were hiding something. "How is erm…?" He would have blushed but truth be told he hadn't really taken much notice of the name of Chloes boyfriend, it hadn't seemed to matter to him all that much.

"Jimmy, his name was, is Jimmy," he liked the way she smiled, even if there was a certain amount of pain evident in her eyes. "What happened?" It wasn't difficult to figure out they had broken up. "Same old, too many secrets, not enough truth. Happens a lot." He nodded in agreement, "Anyway, Gotham awaits us," he tried to change the subject and turn it towards something not quite as painful, but he couldn't disagree with what she said. How could he, he was just as guilty of keeping secrets as she was but then maybe they kept the secrets because they both knew the person wasn't the one.

He decided he was going to take her shopping once they reached Gotham, let her buy whatever she wanted, how ever much it cost, it didn't matter to him, he just wanted her to be spoilt. "Come on Miss Sullivan, lets go get you a story." Moving over to her he placed a hand on the small of her back and propelled her gently towards the elevator before locking the doors onto the balcony behind them. As she stood waiting for the elevator to arrive he moved to his desk and pulled out a keycard, handing it to her as he reached her, "So you don't have to break in next time." Chloe took the card and Ollie was surprised at the tingling sensation that rippled down his arm as his fingers touched hers, "Thanks, really."

He looked down into her eyes and smiled, "What are friends for, especially rich ones with apartments that they rarely use." Watching her slip it away in her backpack he was glad that the place wouldn't go to waste, and besides, it meant she would be on hand if he needed her.