A/N: First off, I would like to thank my wonderful reviewers, Jannika1990, Dylboyslim, GoChlollie, Cerulean Apocalypse, and Ica013. You all are the reason that I keep writing! Just a reminder, Chloe is in Oliver's body, and Oliver in Chloe's, other people are going to perceive them as they look, while they well perceive themselves as they are; sometimes it gets confusing, but I do my best. Next, this is a bit of a filler chapter, or at least I feel like it is, but keep reviewing anyway, I need the fuel.

Chloe set up in Oliver's office, hacking into the conference room's cameras and auto recording equipment.

"You know," Oliver sat behind his desk, feeling like a kid visiting his father's office. "I felt really paranoid about all this surveillance until today."

"It does make all of this much easier," Chloe slipped Oliver's ear bud in and tested it. "I think we're good to go."

"Good," Oliver said, tucking his feet under him, marveling at the extra space Chloe's body afforded him.

"If you're done molesting me," Chloe teased. "I'll be in the conference room." Oliver's hands dropped to the arms of the chair, and Chloe got to experience her deep red blush from the outside.

"Just remember, look directly at board members," Oliver said, looking at the glasses Chloe had donned for this mission. "So I knew exactly who is speaking."

"Relax, Hero," Chloe said on her way out of the office. "This we can do."

"God, I hope so," Oliver mumbled, pulling himself closer to the desk so he could pear at the screens she had set up for him.

Three hours later Chloe was very sure that she needed a nap, lunch, and to never have to step foot into another board room again, no necessarily in that order. When she arrived back in Oliver's office, he was slowly spinning in his chair, his head resting back, looking absolutely bored out of his mind.

"Board meetings are even more mind numbing from afar," Oliver said, Spinning around in the chair again. "Though this is a lot more fun in your body, no worries about bashing knees or shareholders catching me messing around."

"Instead they catch your newest blonde bimbo acting like a six year old," Chloe said, stopping the chair with her hand and moving it out of the way. "Let's get this set to rights, and then we're getting lunch."

"No fun," Oliver pouted.

"Stop that," Chloe teased. "You'll give me wrinkles."

Chloe stood at Watchtower that afternoon, watching Oliver struggling with his bow, which was much too big for him, waiting for Emil to show up and see if he could cast some light on their new fun problem.

"This is crazy," Oliver said, putting down the bow in defeated after the tenth arrow went wildly wide. "I can't hit the broad side of a barn."

"You are using my body," Chloe pointed out, having to slow down her typing a great deal to accommodate his larger hands. "I don't have an archer's muscle memory."

"Fine," he said. "You try it, Sidekick." Chloe took the bow and knocked an arrow, just like he taught her, sighting down to the target, touching her mouth before losing the arrow. It struck the target just left of center, which was a vast improvement over what Oliver had been able to do in her body.

"It's got to be muscle memory," Chloe aid as Oliver walked down to the target to inspect her shot.

"I don't know, Chlo," Oliver said, pulling the arrow out of the target with some difficulty. "That was a pretty great shot, and I couldn't even hit the target."

"Well," she thought. "Let's do a bit of scientific experimentation." She picked up a pocket knife from the table and flicked it open. "Give me your hand." Oliver held out his left hand and let Chloe slice into the meat of his palm, blood running down his arm. "Now let's see if it heals." As they watched, the skin reknit and within minutes there was no trace of the injury.

"But my aim isn't a meteor ability," Oliver said, wiping the remaining blood away.

"Maybe it didn't used to be," Chloe said, mulling this over. "Maybe it still isn't and in your body, using your muscle, I'm just a better shot then in mine, but you've got to admit, we've been exposed to a lot of Green K over the years, what if that's enhanced your natural ability?"

"That's a thought," Oliver said, try hard to mask his dislike for that idea. All of the members of the justice League were enhanced in some way, and while that didn't affect his feelings toward them, he had always liked not being enhanced himself. "Once this is over we'll have Emil run my blood work."

"Don't look so sad, Hero," Chloe patted him on the back. "It's not so bad being a meteor freak."

"Yeah," he said, not knowing what else to say to the woman who once ran the Isis Foundation.

Emil walked in to find Chloe loosing arrows at the target, her smaller bow allowing her to hit the target most of the time. Oliver was seated behind the Watchtower computers running updates. "If I didn't know what was going on," the doctor said. "I would now."

"Let's just get this over with, Doc," Chloe's voice said in Oliver's cadence.

"Full blood work up," Oliver's voice came from behind the computer. "We were exposed to a rainbow of K last night, I want to know which one does this so we can avid it in the future." He spun out of the Chair and sashayed over to the stairs. How had anyone not noticed the difference in Oliver, or Chloe, as she walked up the stairs?

An hour later saw the three of them peering at test results on Watchtower's screens.

"Well," Oliver said, his feet up on the counter. "It's most definitely Kryptonite."

"Thanks, Hero," Chloe said, squinting at the read out. "It looks like we've been dosed with everything."

"It looks that way," the doctor paged through some of the results, looking for anything out of the ordinary. "But was it one kind or the combined forces of some or all?"

"Our best bet," Chloe said, pulling up new information on her screen. "Is to see what they had cooking at the facility we hit last night."

"Anything I can do?" Oliver asked, practically bouncing in place, he didn't know how Chloe could sit still for so long, with what felt like caffeine running through her veins instead of blood.

"Go," Chloe said, not looking up from her screen, trying to fold his too tall body the way she like into her chair. "Get rid of some of that energy, I swear, sometimes you're like a puppy," she laughed. "Or Bart."

"Hey," Oliver said, in mock offence. "I am not like Bart. And how do you deal with all this caffeine over spill?"

"I focus it," Chloe said, dismissing him.