Title: Someone Like You
Category: Smallville
Genre: Romance/Drama
Ship: Chlollie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,664
Status: WIP
Summary: When Chloe is relegated to second choice for Clark once again; she decides it's the last time. Determined to start a new chapter in her life, she leaves behind everything she's known and starts over in a new place. Star City.
Warnings: This chapter is not beta'd so any mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly

Chloe grinned as she stared at the front page of today's copy of the Gazette. A huge picture filled the page showing Diego Martez handcuffed and being pushed into the backseat of a cop car. Chloe had taken her proof and information to SCPD and turned it all over to them negotiating full rights to break the story when they took him down. It had taken a week or so to get everything in order and make sure there were no loopholes for Martez to escape from before the police moved in and shut him and his operation down.

She was glad to see justice served on a man who clearly deserved it. She'd seen firsthand the people affected by Martez's organization, the lives torn apart and ruined because of one man's desire for power and money. If it was up to her she'd shove him in a deep dark hole where he'd suffer for the rest of his life for all he had done in his life.

Unfolding the paper she went to open it to see what else was in the news today when a small white paper slipped from it to land on her desk. Frowning she picked it up and flipped it over.

Nice work Miss Sullivan. Told you we'd make a good team.

GA

With a grin she slipped the note into her desk drawer with the other ones. He'd dropped her several notes over the last week to get her more information on whom else was involved and where to find them. She had to admit, it was nice to have someone who understood her drive to find justice and help save people. She'd lost that when she decided to leave Metropolis…and Clark behind. She was having so much fun being a hero's sidekick… of sorts. Of course she didn't go out on the streets and fight crime like he did, but she fought it in her own way.

Sidekick…she liked that.

Grinning like a loon she grabbed her things and powered down her computer, ready to head home. She had a date with friends for drinks at one of the hottest clubs in town. Chloe wasn't much for partying but she always had fun dancing and spending time with good friends. Glancing at her watch, she knew she'd have to hurry to get home and get ready in time for Miranda to pick her up.

As she walked out the front doors of the Gazette, her phone rang. Digging through her purse, she pulled it out, and glancing at the screen, nearly tripped down the stairs at the name displayed. Clark. He'd called her several times right after she moved but then the calls had stopped.

Why was he calling now? Scowling she hit ignore and dumped the phone back in her purse. Seriously, after all this time, all that had gone on, and all that he'd done…he wanted to talk? Yeah that would be a no.

Getting into her car, she tried to push it out of her mind as she drove home.

Fluffing her hair one more time, Chloe grabbed a pretty pink shade of lip gloss to finish off her look. Turning side to side she checked out herself in the mirror, looking for any flaws. Grinning she did a small dance, excited at how fabulous she felt in this dress. It was emerald green, short, and sexy without being skanky. It had been a long time since she'd dressed up and felt this good about herself. She'd never thought of herself as particularly beautiful, but tonight she had to admit that she didn't look half bad. A knock interrupted her thoughts and she headed out to answer it.

Pulling it open to reveal her best friend she grinned. "You look mahvalous Dahling, simply mahvalous!" she said dramatically, stepping aside to let her in.

"So do you!" Circling her finger, she motioned for Chloe to do a spin. "You look hot Chlo!"

She spun, showing off her dress. "Thanks," Chloe blushed. "It's been so long since I've dressed up like this, I thought I'd forgotten how."

Miranda laughed and shot her a skeptical look. "You're a girl, we never forget! It's like riding a bike. Girl you look amazing, let's go show you off!"

"Just let me grab my shoes and then we can go." She raced back into her bedroom to dig through her closet and find her favorite pair of sky-high, glittery, silver Louboutin peeptoes. Pulling other shoes and various items of clothes she finally found them in the very back of the closet. She'd saved forever to buy these shoes and she loved wearing them.

Hearing her phone ring from the kitchen she called out to Miranda. "Hey can you get that please, I'll be right there!"

"Yeah, no problem." Miranda grabbed the phone without looking at the name and cheerfully answered. "Hello? Chloe's answering service, how may I direct your call?" she giggled.

Silence answered her query and she thought maybe they'd hung up. "Hello?"

"Uh, hi. Is Chloe there?" a strange male voice stammered.

"Yeah, may I ask who's calling?"

"Um, this is Clark."

At the name she stopped dead and cringed. Damn, damn, damn. She knew she shoulda looked at the caller ID before answering. Chloe was not going to be happy with this call. Taking the phone away from her ear she checked the screen to see there were 4 missed calls from him. Not good.

"Um…yeah…just a sec." Sighing she pressed the phone to her chest to try and muffle the sound. "Hey Chloe!"

"Who is it?" Chloe asked s she stepped into the room. "Is it Weiss again? Tell him we're off and it's the weekend! We're going to have some fun! Work can wait till Monday," she said as she slipped her shoes on.

Miranda didn't answer and Chloe glanced up to see the uncertain look on her face. "What's wrong? Who is it?"

"I'm so sorry Chlo. I know I should've looked at the ID before I answered…"

The blood drained from Chloe's face as she realized who it was. Sighing deeply she held her hand out. "Yeah he tried to call earlier, right when I was leaving work. It was bound to be him sooner or later, though I would rather later. Much, much later. Like never."

When Miranda put it in her hand, she stared at it like it was gonna bite her before putting it to her ear. "What do you want?" she sighed.

"Uh hey Chloe."

"Hey? Really Clark?" she sneered mockingly.

"I just wanted to call and see how you are. I tried to call earlier…a couple times…but you didn't answer."

"It's been over a year since I last heard from you and all of a sudden you want to see how I am? And I didn't answer because I didn't want to talk to you," she snarked.

"You're my best friend Chloe, I -"

Chloe snorted in disbelief. "Best friend Clark? We haven't been best friends since you decided to rip my heart out. What—" she paused as realization washed over her. "Oh I get it. You saw my article in the Gazette didn't you, and now all of a sudden you are concerned for my wellbeing right? You've got a lot of freaking nerve you know that? Well, I'm fine and you can take your concern and shove it!"

"Chloe, I just…you helped take down a major drug lord! You could've really gotten into something over your head!" he growled in frustration. "Not to mention this business with the Green Arrow! He had no right, involving you in his problems!"

"I'm an investigative reporter Clark! It's part of my job description! " She rubbed her forehead, a headache threatening just behind her eyes as she leaned against the back of the couch. "And Green Arrow didn't involve me, I was already on the trail, he just supplied me with the proof I needed! It wasn't his problem; it was a problem plaguing the entire city!"

"He's a vigilante Chloe!" Clark protested. "You can't trust him!"

"Stop, just stop! First of all he's not a vigilante; if you'd really read all the stories about him you'd know that everything he does goes towards helping people. He runs around the city in green leather, saving people from being mugged, raped, and murdered! Gee, that sounds like someone else I know, except he does it without powers! Which, in my book makes him even more of a hero. And second of all, why do you care what I do and who I associate with? You lost the right to try and tell me what's best when you relegated me to last place in your life…again." By this time she was pacing furiously across the living room, anger welling up from a place deep within her.

"Chloe, I just need to know you're okay," he pleaded softly. "You're so far away, I worry about you. I miss you."

Sighing deeply, she struggled to push tears of anger and pain back. "You worry…you need…it still amazes me, how you always manage to turn it around and make it all about you," she said incredulously. "Well you checked on me and I'm fine. And it's your fault that I'm so far away remember? Maybe you should've thought about that before you shoved me aside for my own cousin." With that she hung up and just barely resisted the urge to hurl her phone at the wall. After all this time, he thought he could just pop in and out of her life whenever he was "concerned" about her.

Miranda hesitantly walked over to stand in front of her. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Angrily wiping away tears, Chloe nodded. "Yeah, I think I've been wondering when that would happen. I just…I hate that he thinks he can walk right back into my life, like he did nothing wrong! Like he didn't rip out my heart and stomp all over it! I can't believe he had the nerve to call and lecture me about my life!"

Miranda pulled her into a tight hug. "He's an ass and he doesn't deserve someone as wonderful as you Chloe. I'm so sorry, I should have checked the name before I answered, I just didn't even think about it."

"It's not your fault. I would've had to answer it eventually," she sighed, glad Miranda knew the whole situation already and she didn't have to explain it. "He always manages to do this to me, just when I get to place where I'm moving on with my life and am happy…he pops up and manages to drag me back to that place."

Clapping her hands decisively, Miranda grabbed Chloe's purse and coat. "C'mon, we're gonna go out, drink, dance and have fun! No more thoughts about Clark the douchebag okay?" Pulling out a tissue she handed it to Chloe.

"Thanks, Miranda." Chloe wiped smeared mascara and eyeliner away and quickly ran to the mirror near the door to check the rest of her makeup. Fluffing up her hair, she sighed deeply, straightening her shoulders pushed away all thoughts of Clark. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go!"

Chloe giggled as she watched Miranda and Charlie dance together. They were crazy, making her laugh hysterically with their antics. She had the best friends and they'd worked hard to help her forget her cares for one night. She watched as they laughed their way back to the table, stumbling into their seats. "You guys are so crazy!"

Miranda laughed as she sipped her drink. "I know right? I haven't danced like that in a long time." She wrapped her arm around Charlie's neck and gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. "We looked pretty good huh?"

Charlie sipped his beer. "Of course Dear," he deadpanned with a straight face before bursting into laughter.

"Just for that I'm gonna make you dance with me again!" Miranda said dragging Charlie up again.

"But I want to drink my beer!" he protested. "Make Chloe dance with you!"

"Uh huh," Chloe shook her head. "I wanna get another drink."

"Oh c'mon you guys! Let's go dance some more!" Miranda pleaded.

Charlie rolled his eyes before giving in. "Oh all right, let's go."

Chloe waved them away. "Go dance some more. I'm going to get another drink!"

Teetering on her heels, she wove through throngs of people as she slowly made her way to the bar. Getting the bartender's attention she ordered a Sex on the Beach. As she waited, she idly perused the club, just people watching. A hand touched her arm and she turned to see the bartender holding her drink out with a smile.

"Thanks so much!" she pitched her voice over the music. Turning to head back to the table she tripped on her heels and put her hands out to brace her fall when she felt hands catching her. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's my fault, I didn't get out of the way," An amused voice said.

Looking up, she saw an incredibly tall, blonde guy standing in front of her. A tall, blonde, billionaire playboy who now sported a wet spot on his shirt from her spilled drink. Sheepishly she held out a napkin. "Sorry!"

He grinned and waved away her apology. "No harm done. Oliver Queen." He held out his hand.

"I know who you are. I'm Chloe," she said putting her hand in his expecting him to shake it. Instead he raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

Brown eyes met her intently. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Sullivan," he said lowly. A shiver ran down her spine as her name rolled off his lips.

Cocking her head she stared at him, a sense of déjà vu washing over her. Something was tickling at the back of her memory; something she couldn't put her finger on. Realizing he still held her hand, she cleared her throat and pulled out of his grasp.

"I'm so sorry; I'm not usually so clumsy. Though, I have had a little bit more to drink than I normally would…thanks to a call from an old friend," she said darkly. And might also be the reason she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere. It had to be the alcohol messing with her head. Shaking her head slightly she pushed the thoughts away. "Anyway you don't need to hear my sob story. I'm sorry again about your shirt."

"Bad day?"

"No, it was a great day…until this evening. I got a call from an…old friend who decided he knows what best for me, though we haven't spoken in over a year. "

Oliver tilted his head. "Wow, no wonder you're drinking. I don't blame you." Raising his hand he got the attention of the bartender, signaling for two new drinks. "I'll have a whiskey on the rocks and another of whatever the lady is drinking." He glanced at her in question.

"Sex on the beach," Chloe said with a saucy grin.

"Excellent choice," he said as the bartender slid the drinks down the bar to them. Grabbing them Oliver handed hers to her. "So, are you here with anyone?"

"Wow, you don't beat around the bush do you?" she asked watching him over the rim of her glass.

He grinned, "No not really. Though I'm just curious about you, you're not the type of girl I usually see here."

She tilted her head to look at him. "Really, what makes me special?"

"Dunno, but I'm hoping to find out," he said with a grin.

"To answer your question, no I'm not here with anyone, just some friends. They brought me out for a much needed night of fun."

"Same here, my best friend Hal dragged me out. He says I'm working too hard and not having enough fun. If you ask me, he has too much fun, and doesn't do enough work. Such is the life of a pilot though I guess," he laughed.

"You're not having fun then?"

He shrugged. "Not really. Hal disappeared right after we got here and I've just been sitting in a corner table nursing a whiskey."

"You mean you aren't surrounded by supermodel bimbos who hang on your every word just because they want your money?" she snarked. Gasping she looked up at him in shock. "I'm so sorry, that was incredibly cynical…and rude. I'm not sure where that came from."

Oliver threw his head back and laughed. "It's okay really. It's really refreshing to have someone tell it like it is. Most people are afraid to say things like that to my face."

"Well I don't believe that people shouldn't tell you the truth just because you are who you are. No offense but I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm not impressed by your money, or your looks, and neither are gonna get you anywhere with me. Just because you're good looking and wealthy doesn't mean I'm going to jump into bed with you. I may be from a small town, but I haven't been that naïve in very long time," she said matter of factly.

"Who said anything about jumping into bed? I don't sleep with every girl I meet you know. Don't always believe everything you read about me. I do have friends that are women who I've never slept with."

"You mean you don't want to sleep with me?" she asked skeptically.

"I never said that did I?" he grinned cheekily. "Guess I really am gonna have to work harder to win your approval." He looked thoughtful. "I like a good challenge though."

She shrugged with a grin. "You can try. But I'm still not gonna sleep with you." She glanced over to see Miranda and Charlie coming off the dance floor. "Sorry, but I should really get back. Um, thanks for the drink." She raised it in thanks. "It was nice to meet you Oliver. Maybe I'll see you around." She stuck her hand out and he took it gently.

"It was nice to meet you too, Chloe," he said shaking her hand.

Slipping her hand from his, she began to walk away when she heard soft words float through the air, carrying over the noise. "I'll be around."

Turning back she went to ask him what he said, but all she saw was his back as he moved through the crowd. Shaking her head, she waved away the thought. I must be going crazy…and I've definitely had too much to drink.

Pushing through the crowd she made it to the table just as Miranda and Charlie arrived breathless and laughing. "Chloe, where have you been? I thought I lost you," she laughed pulling her friend down to sit next to her. "Though, I don't blame you for being distracted by who you were talking to!"

"Oliver? I spilled my drink on him and he offered to buy me another. It was nothing."

"Well, what was he like?"

"I don't know really. I only spoke to him for a moment. He was different from what I thought he'd be," she said curiously. "I don't think he's like everyone makes him out to be. Though he did hit on me, but it was more playful than serious."

"Hmm, is he as handsome as in his pictures?"

Chloe grinned. "Even more so," she giggled tapping her glass against Miranda's in a toast. "He kissed my hand you know."

"He what? Seriously?"

"Seriously. It sent chills up my spine and I haven't felt that in a long, long time." She paused for a moment her thoughts churning over their conversation. "You know, he called me Miss Sullivan," she said slowly.

"Okay…so?"

"I never told him my last name," she said seriously.

"Maybe he's seen your articles in the Gazette, you're hard to miss," Miranda said, nudging Chloe with her elbow and waggling her eyebrows.

Chloe laughed. "I doubt he pays much attention to little old me when he's Oliver-freaking-Queen. Though, I just can't shake the feeling that I've met him before." Her mind desperately searched for the connection, but it continued to elude her.

"Wait, I thought you said you've never met him?" Charlie asked brow wrinkled in confusion.

"I haven't, but there is just something familiar about him…he reminds me of someone. I just can't put my finger on it."

"Well I'm sure you'll think of it later," Miranda said with certainty. "But now, let's do shots!"

"Okay, okay, but no tequila! You know tequila makes me crazy!"

"Exactly, it's just what you need tonight, to really let loose and have fun…and get drunk."

"I agree." Charlie chimed in, flagging down a waitress and ordering a round of shots for them all.

"So, all in all a good night right? From Clark the douchebag to Oliver Queen," Miranda clinked her shot glass with Chloe's.

"Miranda, I just bumped into him. It's not like I'm gonna marry the guy. We talked for all of five minutes."

Miranda grinned slyly. "You never know…there was chemistry! I could practically see sparks flying between you two and I was all the way across the room."

Chloe sputtered. "I…he…I spilled my drink on him and we just talked. Yes, he's handsome, and there was this magnetism to him, but he'd never go for someone like me," she said softly.

"But—"

Chloe held up a hand. "Can we please not talk about it anymore? It's not gonna happen." Grabbing Miranda's hand she pulled her to her feet. "C'mon let's go dance some more and Charlie can order more shots for us, because you were right about the tequila!"

With that they headed for the dance floor where Chloe tried to push away all thoughts of Oliver Queen. But for some reason he lingered in the back of her mind for the rest of the night.

A/N: Another update! Hope y'all enjoyed it! I really hope it didn't suck… Please leave a comment even if it's a small one because reviews fuel the writing! Lol and getting feedback always helps!

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