Fic: Chloe/Oliver – Penance 15/?

Title: Penance 15/?

Author:Cking1575

Fandom: Smallville AU

Pairings: Chloe/Oliver,

Rating: R (Warning!!! Rape scene)

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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The ride back to his penthouse seemed to take forever. Oliver wasn't sure if he were driving more slowly or if he just didn't want to go back as quickly as he had wanted to reach Chloe. He knew that Bruce was there, waiting patiently for his return. Why did she have to call him? Why? He loved Bruce as if they were brothers; both growing up orphans had cemented their bond of friendship beyond that of other friendships that they had made at Excelsior. Bruce had taken Oliver under is 'wing,' so to speak, seeing that he was a year ahead of Oliver. Bruce had been Oliver's go to person when he need advice on anything from women to cars. He was also the only other person at the time to completely understand where Oliver was coming from most of the time. But like most brothers do, they drifted apart and found other interests. But still they remained competitive in a lovingly brotherly way, but each knew that at the drop of a dime the other would be there for him should he be needed. Well, it was obvious by what Chloe had told Bruce on the phone that Oliver was in need of Bruce, but Oliver definitely didn't want to admit it. There seemed to be a lot of things that Oliver hadn't wanted to admit.

As Oliver pulled his bike into the underground garage he heaved a heavy sigh. This was it, he thought. He had wanted to prove to Bruce that he could take care of himself but once again he was going to be seen as a failure and have his oldest friend rescue him. He was dreading seeing Bruce like this. But there really wasn't anything that could be done. He was already here and waiting.

Oliver pushed the button calling the lift to him. He had briefly debated with himself on taking the secret lift that opened to his study but he decided against that. He was a hero; he would not cower before Bruce Wayne/Batman. He was Oliver Queen/Green Arrow hero of not only one major city but two…Ha take that, Oliver thought and chuckled as he entered the lift. Childish he knew but none the less he still entered his penthouse with a smirk on his face. As the lift door open and he walked into the apartment he was greeted with the loud boisterous chaos that was the JLA. Bart and AC battled on the television screen while Bruce and Victor were having a very animated discussion.

"DUDE! What are you doing? YOU CAN NOT SHOOT ME! I AM ON YOUR TEAM, Dingbat!" AC yelled at Bart as yet another life was lost to him.

"Well, stop getting in front of my gun, Fishstick! It's not my fault you can't control your guy!" Bart yelled back neither taking his eye away from the sceen.

"You mean to tell me that you can just plug yourself directly into any computer and hack into it within 5 seconds? Impossible. I have computers over at Wayne Enterprises that you couldn't possible hack into…they would fry your circuits." Bruce said to Vic.

"Sorry there, Brother, but I'd put money on Cyborg's hacking skills over your sorry excuse for security any day." Oliver said as he entered the room. Victor smugly looked over at Bruce who sat frowning for a moment before an unnerving smile emerged upon his face.

"Bruce." Oliver said in greeting as he too had noticed the unnerving smile on Bruce's face.

"Ollie." Bruce answered back his smile changing over to a definite smirk. "I see you are still parading around in that green leather Robin Hood costume of yours." All noise in the room stopped. The guys waited on the edge of their seats. Anyone who knew Ollie knew NEVER to rag on his uniform.

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not running around in a Halloween costume as a 6ft bat. Seriously, Brother, don't you think that you're a bit old to be playing dress up and running about town scaring little children?"

"HA! I'll have you know that not only do the kids LOVE my getup but so do the ladies!" Bruce stood from his chair and met Oliver half into the room. They stared at each other before bursting out into loud gut laughs and hugged each other tightly each pounding the other on the back. "Same old quick witted Ollie!"

"Yeah, and same old…well, old Bruce." Oliver's earlier apprehension at seeing his oldest and dearest friend melted away the moment he actually saw Bruce, his adopted older brother.

"I am only a year older than you are, Brother!"

"Yeah, but still a year older." Oliver smirked.

Bruce threw his arm over Oliver's shoulder as the walked into the living room. Both Bruce and Oliver noticed that Victor had walked over to AC and Bart deciding to help referee their game.

"Quite the family you have built for yourself here, Brother." Oliver smiled over at the guys with pride. Yes, they were his family. "However, there seems to be an important part of your family missing. Our mutual petite blond friend who is resting comfortably in your bed has been telling me quite the interesting tale. Care to share your side, Ollie?"

"Ahh, so that's why you're here." Oliver looked over at Bruce suspiciously, "I figured that she had called you. Mind if I change out of my uniform first?"

"But of course, then you and I can have a beer and you can fill me in on all that has been happening in your life since last we spoke, because clearly I am missing something. Last time I talked to you, you were going to finally tell her how you felt. Now I wonder if you have or not."

"Well, I told her, and I showed her exactly how I felt, but we hit a pot hole in the road named Davis Bloom. He completely threw a monkey wrench into the whole machine, and let's just say that the clean up hasn't been all too pretty, mostly on my end but I plan to rectify that soon." Oliver said as he headed to the door of his room.

"Ollie," Bruce called out to him before he made it to his bedroom door, "Bart put Chloe in your room. She looks horrible, don't wake her ok, she needs to rest."

"You know, Bruce, I can walk around quietly sometimes." He headed into his room, changed, walked over to check on her to find her still out. Bruce was right, now that he had a chance to look at her, she didn't look at all well. She had dark blue circles under her eyes, bruises littered her arms, and her face was way too gaunt and pale. She just looked so tiny and fragile sleeping in his bed. Looking at her like this just made him feel more the heel for the way he treated her.

"God Chloe, if you only knew how sorry I am." He whispered to her softly and he carefully caressed her cheek before he left the room leaving her there resting. He quietly closed the door to his room and walked into the kitchen and grabbed two beers. He walked back over to the table and handed one to Bruce and he opened the other for himself as he took a seat across from Bruce.

"Ya'know Bruce, you seem a bit too happy at being here in Metropolis. What's that all about? Things going a little slow in Gotham?" Oliver asked as he took a sip of his beer.

"Nah, It's just as crime filled as Metropolis or Star City. But that's not really why I'm here. Chloe called me. She said that the two of you had some sort of falling out and that you weren't speaking to her at the moment. She said that her friend Clark, who also happens to be a friend of yours, needs help with dealing with this so called beast she called Doomsday. She said that you and this Clark guy also had a falling out and that they couldn't count on your help. They needed something stolen from none other than Tess Mercer. Can you believe it? Mercy is the head of the Daily Planet and working for Lex Fucking Luthor? Damn." Bruce shook his head in disbelief. He remembered Tess from years ago when Oliver was dating her. They were never right together, not like he and Chloe.

"So spill, Brother, what's going on. From what Chloe's been telling me, it seems to me that you are going to need all the help you can get with dealing with this beast that's been plaguing the city. Why haven't you called me to help sooner? And what exactly is going on between you and Chloe?"

"I just thought that we could handle it on our own, Bruce. I didn't want to have to call you in unless it was absolutely necessary. I didn't want to seem like I couldn't handle it, ya'know. As for Chloe, I was a fucking prick to her. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd never forgive me. I've fucked up big time, Bruce, with Chloe, with Doomsday. I'm just at that point where I don't know what to do anymore."

"Fucked up how, Ollie?" Bruce asked as he took a swig of the beer.

"Royally, as only a Queen could fuck up. Damn it, Brother, I just may have lost the one and only bright spot in my miserable excuse for a life. I said a lot of horrible things to her today. I behaved so badly towards her." Oliver hung his head in shame. "I thought that she had betrayed me. That she had left me for that monster. I had myself convinced that she played me for the fool, for Davis. I was an idiot."

"Oliver," Bruce said and waited to speak until Oliver looked up and he looked the younger man in the eye, "That is the most asinine thing that you have ever done. Even I saw how much she loves you just from that last meeting that we had. What on Earth were you thinking?"

"That's just it, Bruce, I wasn't thinking. I let my hurt and anger control me."

"Oliver, Oliver, what have I told you about your emotions."

"Yeah, yeah, if I don't learn how to control my emotions they will destroy me. I am just not like that, Bruce. I'm a very emotional person. I'm not like you. I don't have that switch that you do. I can't just turn my feelings on and off. I can't be happy go lucky one minute and then nothing the next."

"It takes years of training, Brother, years of practice. Even I can't control my emotions all the time. Even I let my emotions rule my judgment once in a while. But you need to learn better control. Emotions, feelings, that's what sets us aside from the animals. We feel, we love, we hate, we regret. Emotions make us human, however; we also need to control them a bit. We can not be ruled just by our emotions because the other thing that sets us apart from the animals is out intellect. We use our brains in conjunction with our emotions."

"I know, Bruce, I know. But sometimes my emotions just get the better of me. It's a double edged sword with me. I hope that the damage I've done to my relationship with Chloe is repairable. But maybe it's just better for the both of us if I just let her go and let her move on with her life without me in it."

"Listen Ollie, the love that you and Chloe seem to share is a love that most of us desire but never get. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes you reach for more, that plants a fire in your heart and brings peace to your mind. That kind of love, the kind of love that you and Chloe share is a gift, Brother. It's a gift to be treasured and protected not discarded at the first sign of trouble like you did. Learn from this mistake and never make it again. Chloe is a special woman, Brother; she is the type of woman that we all dream about and you are the luckiest son of a bitch in the world because you have her. And you'd be a fool if you didn't even try to salvage this relationship and just let her go. Ollie, I wouldn't have thought less of you if you had called me in to help with this Doomsday problem, however; if you just let Chloe slip through your fingers then my opinion of you will be considerably less than it ever has been. She's important, Ollie…" Bruce never got to finish what he was saying because at that moment a blood curdling scream erupted from Oliver's room from none other than the person they were just discussing. Oliver was up and had the door opened before anyone had even realized it was Chloe. However, once the guys all realized that it was Chloe screaming they too all rushed into Oliver's room. What they saw before them broke all their hearts. Screaming and wrestling in the bed with an invisible tormentor was their Watchtower. Oliver rushed over to the bed and grasped her shoulders; unknowingly he began to play the villain of her nightmare by holding her down.

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Chloe turned over onto her side when she heard the door open. She was barely awake. As she began to once again drift off to sleep she felt him come over to her. As if from far away she heard his voice, "God Chloe, if you only knew how sorry I am." She wasn't sure if it had been a dream or if it were real. But she slumbered on and the nightmare crept into her mind. Fear clenched her heart as her nightmare began to take hold of her mind. She was back in the motel, in the shower trying to drown out the incessant pounding on the door. Then she was standing before him and the scene played out in her mind.

"Stop Chloe, don't say any more." Davis whispered, "Please don't pull away from me." He pulled her roughly into his arms causing her to drop the rose and put both of her hands on his chest, "without you, the man I want to be doesn't exist." He said as his arms tightened around her and he leaned his head in closer to kiss her. When she moved to pull her head away from his descending lips he brutishly grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips to his. He captured her unwilling lips in a bruising painful kiss. He pushed her savagely against the closed bathroom door, not caring that the doorknob was painfully digging into her back.

"Davis." Chloe struggled to remove her lips from his. "NO! DAVIS!" she desperately tried to get his attention. "DAVIS! Please! NO! Please don't do this!" Her voice was muffled as his lips continued to assault hers in a frenzy of possession. His hands adeptly avoided her hands as they tried to defend against his assault and roamed ruthlessly over her body …touching her in places that she didn't want him to touch. Viciously he ripped the bodice of her nightgown exposing her breasts to him.

"Davis, NO PLEASE! Not like this, DAVIS! PLEASE GOD! NO!" She begged him, her voice rose as she struggled against him, but he was too strong. He held her in place. She tried to push him away, she frantically pushed and pounded his chest, but he didn't move. It was almost like he didn't even feel her pushing at him. He just grabbed her hands and with one hand he held both of her hands securely over her head against the door as he lowered his lips to her neck where he began to suck and bite her collar bone. His other hand roamed aggressively over her breasts and down to her hips.

"Your mine, Chloe." He growled into her ear. "I'm through waiting for you to come to me. I'm going to take you here and now and make you mine forever. No more waiting." He gripped her hard by her hip pulling her closer so that she could feel the erection that he had. She began to struggle violently against him.

"Davis, NO! Davis this is not the way. Please Davis. DON'T!" She cried as he picked her up and put her onto his bed. She tried to get away from him before he got onto the bed but he just grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to him. "Please Davis no." The red bled into his eyes as she witnessed the beast within him take over.

Chloe felt him shift his weight and realized too late what he was doing.


"Davis, please stop. Please don't do this. Let me UP DAVIS! I DON'T WANT THIS!" She begged him. His eyes blood red piercing her with their malice. She felt the fear building within herself. She could hear herself screaming as he grabbed her…as he touched her…as he violated her. "NO!" She screamed. "NO! PLEASE STOP! NO DAVIS NO! PLEASE GOD HELP ME!" She could feel him hold her down on the bed as she struggled against him. His fingers dug into her shoulders. His body holding her down as she tried in vain to kick him away. "PLEASE STOP! PLEASE Davis no."

"CHLOE!" he shouted causing her to finally look at him in surprise and when she did he plunged into her so hard she cried out in pain. She turned her head, squeezed her eyes closed, and let her mind take her away from what was happening to her. Tears streamed from her tightly clenched lashes as shame coursed through her body with each thrust and grunt he uttered. 'How did she let this happen? How did everything go so wrong? Oliver…' She screamed in her mind as tears escaped her lashes. She whimpered, her loud screams quieted to wounded whimpers.

"Chloe!" she heard her name being called. "Chloe, please wake up! Open your eyes, Sidekick. Open your eyes. You're safe. It's just a dream. Open your eyes and look at me. Chloe, look at me. It's Oliver. Look at me." He begged her. Her screams from her nightmare confirmed what he had suspected when he spoke with Clark earlier. His voice grew raspy with sorrow, with anger, with very emotion that a person could feel. His eyes burned with unshed tears. He just wanted to take away all this pain that she was suffering. He wanted to heal her as she had healed him. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe. "Chloe," he whispered as he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her on to his lap. He buried his face into the nap of her neck and wept with the grief of a man who has known too much loss in his lifetime. The others had long since left the room knowing that it was the monster in her dreams that was assailing her not the real monster. The guys all felt that Chloe and Oliver needed to be left alone.

Chloe opened her eyes. She felt warm and safe. And she realized that the reason she felt safe was because she was once again in the arms of the man she loved.

"If I'm dreaming don't wake me up, ok." She said softly getting Oliver's attention. She could feel the sobs rack his body and she wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly she cooed to him the way a mother would coo to a hurt child.

"Shhh, Oliver it's alright. Shhh, it's alright."

"It's not alright, Chloe. It's not." He looked at her, his eyes angry, his tears still wet on his face. "You're not ok. I know what happened. I know what he did to you. I know and I want to kill that bastard. I want to rip him to pieces. And then I remembered what I did to you. God, Chloe, I" his speech left him, his tears started to flow again anger turned to sorrow, "I'm an ass of the grandest proportions! I'm sorry, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. I am so sorry." He sobbed. Tears slipped from Chloe's eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Could he really be here apologizing to her? Is this a dream?

"Oliver, shhh, Oliver. I am ok, so long as we are ok, I am ok. So long as I have you here with me, I am ok. I will be ok. I have never stopped loving you. Everything I have done, everything I have survived was to get back to you. I forgive you, even if you can never forgive me." She grabbed his face in her hands and began to kiss him. Their tears mingled together making the kiss salty but neither one minded. They were lost in each other, savoring the feel, the taste of the other.

"Oliver," Chloe broke their kiss and pulled away from him a little. She needed space so that she could speak to him. "Oliver, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for leaving you, for going behind your back hiding Davis from you. Please forgive me. Please find it in your heart to forgive me." She looked at him earnestly. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he smiled at her.

"Ok, so here's the deal Sidekick, you forgive me and I will forgive you. Our penance for our stupidity's completed. What do you say we pick up from where we were before Davis Bloom interrupted our lives?"

Chloe broke down in sobs in his arms. Oliver looked on perplexed. "What? What'd I say?" She tearfully looked up at him, a smile that could light the whole city of Metropolis a lit her face.

"You called me Sidekick." Her voice cracked and her smile faltered for just millisecond. "I've missed you calling me Sidekick." She wrapped her arms around him tightly swearing silently to never loose him again, "Deal. I love you, Hero. I swear on all that I am I will never leave your side again."

"I love you too, Sidekick. And I swear on all that I am, that I will never let you leave my side. I can't be the hero I am supposed to be without you by my side." He leaned in slowly and captured her lips with his. This deal was sealed with a kiss.

TBC…

A/N: Constructive Feedback is always welcomed.