Title: Penance 14/?

Author: Smileeface

Fandom: Smallville AU

Pairings: Chloe/Oliver,

Rating: PG(for now)

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville/DC or the characters. I am just playing with them.

Summary: Penance: an act of self-abasement, mortification, or devotion performed to show sorrow or repentance for sin. I am really not like Chloe's story arc so I've decided to change it a little to suit my own needs. That's what fan fiction is right? LOL

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"Clark." Oliver said coolly as he met Clark at the elevator door.

"Oliver. What's up with the suit? Why are you dressed as the Green Arrow in the middle of the day?" Clark said surprised by Oliver's outfit.

"Ummm, yeah, it's because I was just on my way to Isis to talk to you and to Chloe."

"Chloe and me? Don't you think that you've said enough to her today? You've hurt her Oliver, whatever you said compounded the pain that she is in. What else could you possibly add to what you've already said?"

"How about I'm sorry, Clark? How about telling her how much I love her and want her to forgive me for my behavior earlier? How about admitting that I was an ass?" Oliver looked crestfallen.

"Clark, I love her. I love her so much that to think that she left me for him tears me in two. Have you ever loved someone with all that you were? I need her Clark, like I need water to drink and air to breath. This pain is totally unbearable. You have NO idea how sorry I am for my behavior towards her and towards you. I am sorry Clark for acting like that towards you. I took my rage out on the wrong people. Please forgive me… but if you don't I will understand. I was a complete and total ass." Oliver bent his head in shame at his behavior towards his friend and he just prayed that Clark would accept his apology and he would allow him to go to Chloe. When Clark didn't say anything, Oliver looked up fully expecting him to not be standing there and was wholly surprised to see him standing where he had been grinning like an idiot.

"What?" Oliver said perplexed as Clark began to chuckle and walked over and put his hand on Oliver's right shoulder.

"Well, it seems to me that you and Chloe are on the exact same frequency. She gave me hell today for threatening you and made me come over here to apologize even though I thought that you should be the one to do the apologizing. I am glad I listened to her. She said that in order to destroy the beast that we were going to have to work as a team. However, I want you to understand something, and it's very important that you do." Oliver shook his head silently waiting for Clark to continue.

"No matter what happens between Chloe and you, she is my closest and dearest friend. And I will always, ALWAYS stand by her. I love her, Ollie. Not the way you do, but I love her deeply. Her happiness is very important to me and I do not like seeing her in the pain that she is in.

"I want you to understand that she has already suffered enough for this mistake in judgment. She has suffered more than you know or could possibly understand. She is a strong, capable woman who has suffered a tragedy that would bring most people to their knees, yet she continued on. Oliver, she deserves happiness and I am here to ensure that she gets it. I need you to understand this…what I am trying to say without me actually saying what happen to her at the hands of that monster. You NEED to understand that she did not leave for lack of loving you. She left you…me…the team because she thought that it was the only way to save us from getting hurt. She sacrificed herself and almost her soul to save us.

"What you said, and how you behaved was a grievous error in judgment on your part. She is the most remarkable woman that you will ever met in you life and you have to atone for your treatment of her earlier today. After all she has suffered, she deserves to be treated a lot better than you have treated her today. Promise me, that no matter what you may learn, that you will place her happiness above all else. I will step aside, Ollie, as long as I have your word. I will not get in your way because your happiness as well as her happiness means a great deal to me." Oliver was completely taken aback by the frankness of Clark's speech. He was totally unprepared for the other man's acquiescence to his desire to see Chloe.

"Clark, you have my word. I will make Chloe happy if she will take me back. Her happiness will be my top priority. I will NEVER treat her the way I treated her today again. I swear on all that I am, I will never hurt her that badly again." The truth of his words was reflected in his brown eyes. But Clark still felt that he had to do the 'big brother' thing. He was not nearly finished with Oliver yet.

"Ollie, understand this too, I am and always shall be her best friend but I am not the man that she loves and adores. So, if you can accept Chloe for who she is unconditionally I will take you to her myself. But be warned, Ollie, she has had enough heart break and pain in her life to last two life times. She NEVER loved Davis Bloome. What she did and what she survived was all for us, for you, for me, for the team." Clark finished his speech with tears welling in his eyes for Chloe.

"Out of us all, Ollie," Clark's voice broke a little and he cleared his throat, "she is the true hero. You need to realize that. She put her heart, soul, and life on the line for us and you treated her no better than the enemy because you were hurt...you were betrayed. You need to realize that the pain she is suffering is about her. You need to step out of yourself, step up and be the hero that SHE thinks you are and save HER this time. Ollie," Clark's breath hitched in his throat and he tried to contain his emotions, "Something happened to her, Oliver. I can't believe that I've allowed something like this to happen to her and it's not even over yet. She's hurting badly and you are the ONLY one who can help her through this. It's bad, horrible what she went through…" Clark had to stop speaking. His eyes conveyed to Oliver the sorrow that he was feeling for what was done to Chloe.

"Clark, just tell me what happened to her." Oliver demanded as fear clenched his heart. The most horrendous of images began to flash across his brain caused by Clark's distress.

"I can't Ollie. It's not my secret to tell. I promised Chloe that I wouldn't tell you what happened. She's afraid of what you may do if you find out. See, she's always thinking about others over herself."

"Clark, I got a call from Emil today about bringing Chloe in to see him. He said that she may have to have some kind of treatment. What did that monster do? Clark, you have to tell me!" Oliver grabbed his friend's shoulders not caring that if Clark wanted to; he could be batted away like an annoying pest.

"I'm sorry, Ollie, I can't tell you. I promised Chloe and I won't break my promise to her." He looked Oliver right in the eyes and shook his head. This was as far as he would go. What happened to Chloe would not pass his lips, but his eyes were a different story. He willed the truth to Oliver through his eyes. He stared hard at Oliver, his blue eyes cobalt bared into Oliver's chocolate eyes, willing him to understand what he was not telling him…willing him to guess, to put together the sequence of events himself.

"Clark, you have no idea the vile images running through my head. I am standing here imagining the worst that could have happened to her. You NEED to tell me!" Oliver screamed at Clark as his grip on Clark's shoulders tightened and he gave a shake to Clark.

"Oliver," Clark started all too calmly, "all I can tell you is that what you are imaging is probably only a fraction of what he has done to her."

"Oh my God." Oliver said in dismay, "I need to sit down." He said as he collapsed into a chair. "I think I am going to be sick." He lowered his head to his knees and breathed in deeply. Clark moved to stand near Oliver.

"I felt the same way, Ollie," Clark placed a hand onto his friend's shoulder in companionship, "sick to my stomach to imagine what she suffered and so angry…angry enough to want to rip Davis Bloome into pieces. But that is not what Chloe wants. She wants to save the man from the beast. After all that she suffered at his hands she still wants to save the man." Clark said still in amazement of his friend.

"How, Clark, how could she still want that!? After what he did to her, how could she want to still help him?" Oliver looked up at Clark still trying to get his stomach under control. Chloe, his beautiful, brilliant, feisty, watchtower had been hurt and he berated her, humiliated her, because he was acting like a selfish prick.

"Because Ollie," Clark watched the play of emotions on his face, "she is a true hero. She wants justice NOT revenge."

"Justice?" Oliver questioned with anger lacing his words. "How is saving Davis from the beast justice, Clark?"

"Sometimes justice is not about making the easy decisions, Oliver. Sometimes it's about finding that last bit of good in someone and saving them from themselves. Chloe taught me that." Clark spoke to his friend sharing his newly found wisdom with Oliver.

Oliver looked up at his friend knowing in his heart that the words that Clark spoke were true and right. The hero inside of him re-emerged from the darkness.

"You're right. She's right. However, in my heart I still want to destroy him." Oliver said menacingly.

"Yeah, I understand that but for her sake we can't. So, Ollie, we need to come up with a plan to help us satisfy all of us. We need to gather the team. Chloe and I have come up with an idea that we should run it by everyone."

"Chloe? Oh my God, Clark, where is she?" Panic seized Oliver.

"She's at Isis, why?" Clark said confused.

"Clark! You left her alone, unprotected. He's still out there…still obsessed with her!"

"Ollie, she's fine, calm down. She's safe. I can get back in a flash should she need me."

"No, I am going over there. You gather the team and I will bring her back here where we all can protect her should he come for her. Besides, I have an apology to deliver and I would prefer to deliver it without an audience. Contact the guys; they headed over to Vic's place to gather the latest recon he got. They should be back soon it's not too far away. I'm going to head over to Isis. Get them here. Get Vic online, I will have my ear piece in." Oliver said as he stood up in full Green Arrow mode. He headed for the lift that would take him to his motorcycle as Clark pulled out his phone. Just as Oliver entered his elevator, the guys buzzed to be let in saving Clark precious time of getting them here. Clark buzzed them up as Ollie's lift door closed.

"Ollie, wait…" Clark call but didn't catch him in time. He wanted to tell Ollie about Chloe calling in reinforcements in the form of a guy who dressed as a 6 foot bat. "Oh well, he'll have to find out from Chlo." He muttered to himself as he turned to the guys.

"Dude!!! What are you doing here? I thought that after what happened earlier today that you and Chloe wouldn't be stepping foot in Ollie's apartment for quite sometime." Ac said as he slapped Clark on the back.

"Yeah well, Chloe wasn't too thrilled with how I behaved with Ollie and she sent me here to apologize…turns out that Ollie was on his way to apologize to us. Needless to say we've worked out our differences and he's now on his way to bring Chloe back here."

"Sweet! I knew everything would work out in the end." Bart said.

"Right Bro, that's why you were crying the whole time we were at Vic's place."

"I wasn't crying," Bart looked at his friends indignantly, "I just had something in my eye."

"Right, and what was the whining about?" Vic said with a chuckle.

"Ok, ok guys…we need to get down to business…enough fooling around." Clark broke into their conversation before it got too out of hand. "We have to go over an idea that Chloe and I came up with. I need to head to the farm for a few minutes to get something from the barn. I'll be back in a few minutes. Cyborg, get online Arrow has his comm. He will be bringing Chloe back here. Davis is still out there and he thinks that she may be in danger." Clark said as he walked away towards the lift door.

"Hey Clark," Vic called to him just as he was about to get into the lift.

"Yeah Vic?"

"Just wanted to say that it's good to have you back." Vic waved to Clark.

"Thanks Vic." Clark waved back as the door to the lift closed.

"Hey Arrow, Cyborg online. Over." Vic said into the microphone.

"Hey Cyborg, Arrow here on route. ETA 3 minutes. Over."

"Boy Scout just left…he needed to retrieve something, it'll be a few minutes before he returns. Over."

"Ok, let me know when he returns. Arriving at destination. Going silent. Out."

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Chloe sat at her desk typing away. She was expecting Clark back any moment. She had just hung up the phone with Bruce, he was almost to Metropolis. Oliver was definitely going to be surprised to see him. He couldn't get any angrier with her than he already was. She just hoped that eventually he would forgive her. She giggled as she thought about the look on Oliver's face when Bruce showed up at his apartment. As she giggled she heard the door to her office open. Believing that it was Clark because he was the only other person with a key to the door, she didn't even turn around to speak to him.

"What did Oliver have to say" she said thinking that Clark had come back when she turned around from her desktop computer, she spotted Davis standing in the doorway, pale and shaking. She immediately jumped from her chair from behind her mahogany desk and placed both the chair and the desk between Davis and her. She remembered what had happened the last time they were alone together and she didn't want a repeat performance.

"I know what you've done." She said to him in disgust. She didn't even want to be in the same room as him. "They were children Davis; you killed them and that man and woman, they were just trying to help me. Davis get out of here! Clark will be back at any moment and you can't be here. I'll be damned if I am going to let you be the reason that Clark can't be the hero that he is destined to be."

"Chloe! Please listen. Those kids attacked me. I was defending myself. The man and woman were just casualties of the beast inside of me. The beast, Chloe, since you've left; I can't control it." He took a step towards her but she held her ground behind her desk. He may have had power over her the other night but she would NOT let him ever have that power back. She was not as fragile as most people thought and she was a lot stronger than anyone gave her credit for.

"And so, what about all the others, Davis, are you going to stand there and try to justify killing them too? You couldn't control it when I was with you either, remember Davis! I do. I CAN'T STOP REMEMBERING WHAT YOU DID TO ME! At random times through out the day I am reminded of what you did to me. Looking at you makes me sick! BUT, I will NOT let you destroy Clark. I WILL find away to destroy that beast inside of you. YOU will answer for what you have done…to me, to all of the people that you have killed, maimed, or scared for life. My life is one in a long line of thousands that you will have to pay the penalty for. I want justice for what you did to me." She said as she turned and ran from him towards the hallway. She pulled boxes of files from the filing cabinets to aid in her escape from him, but he was too fast for her.

"Chloe! I didn't know what else to do. Where else to go? Only you can calm this beast." He said as he caught her just before she made it to the door that lead to the stairs. Grabbing her by the arm he swung her around to face him as though she were nothing but a rag doll. His vice like grip didn't lessen as he grabbed her other arm holding her face to face with him, her feet dangled off the floor. He was desperate; he couldn't do this without her. She was the answer. He had tried to let her go once before but he wasn't successful.

Chloe was beginning to panic. She could feel the helplessness rise with her panic as she struggled against his grip. She fought against him, she kicked at him, and she tried to pull her arms from his grip. Tears began to form in her eyes. Her fear and anger mingled with her self revulsion and shame. He was going to do to her what he had done the other night and once again she was going to be too weak to stop him…too powerless.

"YOU LIED TO ME!" She screamed as she struggled against his grip on her, "YOU HURT ME! YOU RAPED ME!" She wrenched herself from his grip tearing her sleeve from her blouse and fell to the floor; with all the dignity that she could muster she raised herself to stand before him. She wanted answers. She tried to help him and what did she get in return for her help…she got pain and humiliation, her life torn apart, her heart shattered; she lost the one man that she loved so it was through gritted teeth that she asked, "Why are you here, Davis? What more could you possibly want from me?"

When he realized that for the moment she was not going to run from him that she wanted…needed answers that only he had; he brought his arms down to his sides and then crossed them in front of his chest. He insanely rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet obviously trying to gather his thoughts before he answered her, hoping beyond hope that she would believe what he was about to say and forgive him.

"I'm sorry, Chloe. I am so sorry for what I did to you the other night. Please forgive me. Please come back to me." She looked at him as though the monster had sprung forth from his head.

"Sorry?" She blinked repeatedly forcing the tears to retreat, "Forgive you? Are you serious, Davis? Do you honestly believe for one second that I could possibly forgive what you have done to me? I can't believe that you have the balls to stand here before me and ask me that. What you did to me was unforgivable…UNFORGIVABLE DAVIS!!!!"

"I'M SORRY!" He screamed at her as he ran his fingers through his hair, obviously trying to calm himself but it had no effect. "I HAD NO CONTROL OF MY ACTIONS THE OTHER NIGHT! CHLOE, PLEASE! I AM SORRY!"

"Sorry? SORRY! You think by just saying that you are sorry is going to wipe what you did to me from my memory and I am just going to forgive you for it! You are seriously delusional, Davis." She backed away from him, but not quickly enough because he grabbed her arms again and dragged her to him, "LET ME GO! HELP!!! LET ME GO!!!!!" She screamed as she struggled to get away from him.

"Chloe, will you just listen to me?" He gave her a little shake to get her to stop yelling. "I love you! And I need you, please come with me." He rasped out.

"NO! HELP PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Davis took a deep breath to quell the hurt that rose in his chest at her words. The beast roared to life and began its torturous clawing under his skin. The red of the monster began to bleed into his eyes.

"Chloe, I need you to do this for me. I need you to come with me so that no one else gets hurt. You are the one who keeps the beast at bay. I need," he pressed on as tears welled in his eyes, "for you to help me." He said as he pulled her closer to him, his chest meshed with hers, his dark eyes streaked with red pierced her with their intensity. Chloe was shocked, she stilled her struggles…she couldn't believe that he had just asked that of her.

"I won't do anything for you." She said through her clenched jaw. She broke free of his grasp and ran through the door. She heard Davis scream in pain, but she continued down the stairs, freedom from the beast within her reach. She could hear Davis or possibly the beast destroying her Isis office, but that was better than him destroying her soul or damaging it more than he had already. She knew that whatever it was between Davis and her, it was far from over but for now, at least for now, she was safe from him. She burst through the doors of the building and ran full force into the body of a man who was dress in green leather. She looked up from the green leather clad chest into the yellow lenses of Green Arrow's glasses.

"Oliver!" She whispered urgently before she fainted into his arms.

Oliver caught Chloe easily. He swooped her into his arms and carried her to his bike that he parked on the side of the building. He took note of the torn clothes that she was wearing as well as the bruises old and new that were on her pale arms and around her wrists. What did Davis do to her this time? He wondered but his musings were interrupted by a roar that came from the building from what he assumed was Chloe's Isis office. The roar was unlike anything he had ever heard before; what he would later only describe that it had sounded like an animal in pain.

"Cyborg, Arrow here. We have a problem. I have retrieved Watchtower but she is unconscious at the moment. Requesting transport. Over."

"Arrow. Impulse ETA…"

"Now." Bart said as he materialized in front of Oliver. "Dude, what happen to her? And Whoa, what's that noise?"

"Not now, Impulse, just take her back to HQ. The plan's changed. Cyborg, get in touch with Boy Scout. Tell him of the situation and that Tower is at HQ. I am going to investigate what's happening in the Isis office. Contact me once you get in touch with Boy Scout . Over."

"Arrow, you sure going to investigate alone is the wisest thing to do right now? Maybe you should wait to talk to Tower before you go and do something dumb. Over."

"Awww Tinman, I'm hurt." Oliver said as he made his way up the stairs to the Isis office. He could hear Davis in the room smashing things around. "Don't you have any confidence in me, man? I've been doing this kind of thing for a while now. I think I can handle it. Besides I need to see what this thing looks like. Over." He had reached Isis's office doors and he could hear Davis rummaging through things on the other side.

"Arrow, maybe…" Victor tried again but Oliver interrupted him.

"Going on silent running. OUT." He whispered as he pushed the door open just far enough for him to glance inside. The office was trashed. Chloe's desk, which had been a present from him, was smashed into splinters, files and boxes were flung everywhere, her computer lay in a heap of sparking wires in the corner. Oliver entered the office slowly well aware of his surroundings and slightly apprehensive about this idea of his. Maybe he should have listened to Cyborg…but it was too late now. He had already entered the lion's den and was about to face a very pissed off beast from what he saw here.

He heard the beast rather than saw him. From behind Oliver he could hear the ragged breaths of something. Slowly Oliver turned around; as he did he pressed the record button on the side of his glasses, he was going to get as much footage of this beast as he could get. From the side of the door that Oliver had just walked through there stood the beast that has caused all the problems in his life…Doomsday, his red eyes latched onto Oliver. And for the first time in a very long time, Oliver felt fear as he watched the monster slowly stalk his way towards him. He observed the beast cut his exit off with deliberate movements.

"Son of a bitch." Oliver muttered to himself and quickly surveyed the room for an escape and moved towards the back wall of the office. "Man, you are one ugly bastard." He taunted Doomsday hoping that he could distract the beast long enough to safely make his escape. Oliver realized once he had a good look at the beast that he was not at all equipped to deal with him at the moment. "How do you move with all those…what would you call those things sticking out of you? Horns? Bone spurs? What man? And why are you gray?" Oliver could see that he had caught Doomsdays attention as if the beast understood what he was saying. "You're not so bad, ya know. I wouldn't want to see you coming out of a dark ally but I have seen scarier monsters in horror movies! Freddie? Jason? Mike Myers, now they are some scary dudes." Doomsday came to a stop and just cocked his head to the side but never took his eyes from his prey as Oliver maneuvered his way towards the window. He knew that there was a fire escape out that window and he also knew that it was his only way out of the office since Doomsday blocked the door with his bulky body. It seemed that his talking distracted the beast just enough that maybe his escape was possible. Oliver very slowly grabbed his cross bow and began to aim it at the beast. When Doomsday saw the crossbow he let out a mighty roar and snarled at Oliver as if to say… 'What are you going to do with that?'

Oliver smirked and in one swift movement shot Doomsday in the shoulder hoping that it would slow the beast down long enough for him to make it out the window, but his arrow just bounce off what could only be his skin. Doomsday broke eye contact with Oliver and looked down at his shoulder giving Oliver the opportunity that he was hoping for regardless. He dashed, not sure how fast the beast could move, for the window that was not even inches away. Once he was outside on the fire escape Oliver looked through the window and saw that Doomsday just stood there sniffing the air like a dog trying to get a scent. Oliver decided to take this opportunity to try shooting Doomsday again. He quickly loaded his cross bow and shot another arrow this time he aimed at Doomsday's solar plexus. Doomsday swung his large head in Oliver's direction and snarled. Oliver waved bye to him and in rapid fire shot another arrow at Doomsday's trachea and then one to his face hoping that at least one of his arrow left a scratch. Seeing that the other arrows did the same thing that the first one did, they just bounced off of him; Oliver decided that it was time to go. He shot an arrow with a cable attached to the adjacent building and swung down to the adjacent building's fire escape where he swiftly descended the ladder and ran to his waiting bike.

"Cyborg. Arrow here. We may have a problem. Over"

"'Bout time Arrow, I think we have more than one problem; you need to get back to HQ ASAP. We have a visitor. Over."

"You've got to be kidding me. Who's there? Over."

"Let's just say someone who likes the color black. Over."

"I'm on my way. ETA 5 minutes. OUT." Oliver shook his head. She had called him, Oliver just knew it. She just had to get him involved. He, the Green Arrow, had everything under control, but no, she had to go and call him. Great, this really wasn't what he needed. Fucking Bruce just couldn't resist the opportunity to one up him or to rub his nose in the fact that he had been called in to help with this situation.

TBC…

A/N: Constructive feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading! :)