A/N: Sorry this is a little bit late, my husband and I are a bit over whelmed house hunting, and I haven't had a chance to get on the computer. I hope you enjoy this next bit, and bear with me while my updates are a bit sporadic. And as always, please don't forget to review
Inconclusive, it was now Chloe's least favorite word, along with the phrase 'I don't know.' The blood work had all come back muddled, both of them were already teaming with a rainbow of K, most of which they already ruled out as the cause of the body swap, most of which canceled each other out under normal circumstances, but who knew what the combined forces could do to a human or a meta human's body. The Watchtower computer had the downtown 33.1 facilities research up, but none of it mentioned body swaps or power swapping abilities. What worried Chloe were the types of Kryptonite she didn't recognize, there were several kinds of synthetic K that they had come across over the years, mostly unrepresented in the lab's mix, but purple K was present, and that was new. They had tested the sample three times before they were sure it wasn't a mistake, the worrying thing was there was no mention of Purple in any of the lab notes that Chloe had gone through, and Chloe wasn't willing to try and synthesize some for testing.
"I'll go out on a limb," Oliver said, looking over Chloe's shoulder at the results she was skimming for the tenth time. "And say synthetic Kryptonite isn't a good thing."
"After Brainiac, I'd say no," Chloe said, leaning back in her chair frustrated that in Oliver's body she couldn't curl up the way she liked. "Well, I say we call this one for the day," she looked at the Rolex that adorned Oliver's wrist, it was well past midnight. "We're not going to get anything new out of these samples." She shut down her monitor and transferred the Watchtower emergency system to her phone.
"You can stay at the Clock Tower," Oliver said, packing up the remains of dinner to be thrown out. "Until we're both back where we belong."
"I was thinking we stay here," Chloe said, starting for the stairs. "This is much closer to all our resources."
"But we have everything we could possibly want at the Clock Tower."
"Except medical equipment," Chloe pointed out. "And I like it here."
Chloe went up to her rood, looking out over the Watchtower rotunda. When she first moved there she thought she would be disturbed by the constant coming and going of the team, but found them ankuring her in a way she hadn't had since it was just Clark, Pete, and her in high school.
Chloe sat down on her bed, which seemed so much smaller from Oliver's perspective, no wonder the man had such a big king sized bed, and pulled the men's dress shoes off her tired feet, wiggling her toes to force circulation. She couldn't believe Oliver complained so much about something as silly as a bra when everything about the business attire she had worn that day was uncomfortable.
Chloe stripped down to the emerald green boxers she had woken up in that morning, and lay back on her bed, letting her muscles relax and marveled at the feeling of her feet touching the ground.
"So, there's not talking you back to my place tonight?" Oliver winked at her.
"Why Oliver Queen," Chloe said in mock outrage. "I do believe that is sexual harassment."
"I don't think about one would believe that you harassed yourself," Oliver said, plopping down next to her on the bed and pulling her shoes off. "If we're staying here, does that mean I can take this torture devise off now?"
"Yes," Chloe said, still amused at his extreme discomfort. "Do you think you can handle the removal process yourself?" Oliver just rolled his eyes and started trying to reach back behind himself for the clasp. He turned around, trying to get a grip on the object high on his back while Chloe did her best not to laugh. When Oliver started spinning in the other direction, a determined look on his face, Chloe couldn't contain her laughter anymore, nearly startling herself with the deep chuckle that bellowed out of Oliver's body.
She was met with her own perturbed face, Oliver glared down at her, fists jammed into his hips. Chloe took one look at her won irate face and fell over in a fit of giggles, holding her stomach she was laughing so hard.
"If you pee on the bed, we are definitely going to the Clock Tower," Oliver said, watching as his body rolled around giggling on the bed. If he hadn't been so mortified at his inability to unhook the torture device, he would have been at least partially amused. "If you have finished giggling like a little girl at my expense, I would very much appreciate if you would get this thing off of me."
Chloe nodded and pulled herself together. She stood behind Oliver, looking down at her own petite body and slipped her fingers beneath the strap of the bra, drawing the material away from Oliver's back and slipping the hooks out of the eyes, causing the material to go slack.
Oliver shivered a bit when he felt Chloe's fingers beneath the bra at his back. He wasn't sure if it was the anticipation of the removal of the horrid device, or the sensation of fingers on his skin. He hoped it was the idea of the bra being removed, because while he had taken matters into his own hands more often then he would like to admit, especially lately, his own fingers had never given him quite the same sensation that they had just then, under Chloe's control. It must have been because it was his Sidekick, he decided, over the past year he had been seeing Chloe as potentially more than the friend she was. She was becoming more and more his go to above everything, from missions to more personal matters. She was bright, compassionate, resourceful, and the more time he spent with her, the more stunning she became.
Chloe brought him back out of his reverie by flipping back on the bed. "I have to pee," she announced, not moving an inch. Oliver just looked at her, his eyebrows cocked as if to ask her what she wanted him to do about it. "I don't want to, its weird having to stand to pee, and I'm not at all comfortable handling Little Ollie, and I'm a little scared to miss." Chloe whispered the last bit, like it was a secret.
"I have to tell you, sitting to pee is just as disconcerting to me, Sidekick," Oliver said, joining her on the bed once he was back in the green nightie, and less on strangling bra.
Chloe huffed and heaved herself off the bed, better to get it over with so she would sleep comfortably. Oliver slipped under the covers, wrestling around with the covers trying to find a comfortable position in Chloe's body to sleep. Her bed was simply not comfortable and he made another mental note to give her a raise so she could replace it.
Chloe came out of the bathroom, having probably washed her hands more than necessary, tucked herself under the covers, and was asleep in seconds. Oliver just glared at her, and punched the pillow again.