Chloe stared at George like he was the only one in the room. Chloe examined his tender face. He looked so shocked and relieved to see her alive. Chloe remembered the last time that the last time George saw her she had passed out. Well at least she wasn't dead that time. Things might be easier to explain. Chloe thought George might say something like how relieved he was but then he smirked after he looked her up and down and he said,

"I like you better as a blonde."

Chloe thought that might be her cue to flirt a little. But she knew now wasn't the time or the place for that. She came out of hiding in the bathroom for a reason. She had a plan she had to stick to it.

"I just came here to tell you to not try to clear my name or anything. I'm fine now it's not a big deal."

"Oh, yeah, you're freedom isn't a big deal at all. Are you honestly telling me that you enjoy being a fugitive on the run?" George asked.

As Chloe was about to speak a knock came at the door.

Lois yelled, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Jimmy."

Chloe panicked and grabbed George pulling him into the bathroom.

After they were scrunched in, she threw her wig off and in an annoyed whisper George said, "What did you do that for?"

"Oh, gee, I don't know? Perhaps you didn't remember but I'm a fugitive no one can see me."

"I get that but why pull me in with you?"

Chloe ignored the question and leaned against the door listening. George scrunched next to her, also listening.

"I'm sorry Lois, but I can't just sit there and do nothing while my girlfriend is out there some where on the run." Jimmy said frantic.

George looked at Chloe a bit disappointed.

"Wait, Jimmy didn't you get Chloe's letter." Clark said.

Then George smirked at Chloe. Chloe tried hard to ignore him and just listen.

"Oh, yeah, that Dear John letter. I refuse to take it lying down. I'm the reason she's running. I know she's just protecting me. Clark you have to know something."

Chloe ached swimming with guilt. She wanted to go in there and explain things to him. But she couldn't. When she wrote that letter she made a choice to not complicate Jimmy's or anyone else's life. She had to stay away from any relationships at all. She had too many secrets too many complications to actually have a happy healthy romantic relationship with anyone. Chloe couldn't listen to this anymore. She strode to the other side of the long narrow bath room and sat on the red fluffy closed toilet seat.

George sauntered towards Chloe and sat on the edge of the bath tub.

"A letter huh? You know that's really…"

Then he looked Chloe's broken up face as she sat there deep in tortured thought. Then with an earnest and sympathetic voice he said,

"Are you sure you don't want to go out there? He doesn't sound like he would turn you in."

Chloe glanced up at George and said, "I know he won't but… no one I care about should be affiliated with me. It's too dangerous."

"That's weird because you seem to be affiliated with Lois and Clark and from what I can tell you care about them both." George said stoutly.

"I didn't mean for them to get involved. I didn't mean for you to get involved. I just want to start over. I don't want to bring anyone else into this." Chloe said driven with emotion.

This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be away from everyone. She was supposed to start a whole new life with the Justice League. She wasn't supposed to be bombarded with reminders of her old life. Especially not by her ex-boyfriend and not by this guy she barely knew but some how was her childhood sweetheart.

Then George seemed to be thinking about something and shook his head he whispered to him self, "What is it with me and finding girl's who want to isolate themselves."

Chloe turned to George intrigued wondering what he was talking about.

"Look Chloe, you may think life is over for you but there's no need to just give up. I could help you. Let me help you clear you're name."

"You know normally I would appreciate the help. And I'm usually a fighter. I don't give up. And I'm not. If I gave up I would just sit there and let them torture me too death. But it's not like I was framed. I really did those things I'm being accused of."

George stood up, "You're really some kind of terrorist?"

"No. I would never do anything to hurt anyone."

"I believe that." George said as he looked deep into Chloe's eyes dripping with sincerity.

Then Chloe continued, "I just had to do and no one can know why."

"Right. So it's some vigilante slash superhero saving the world thing."

Chloe looked at George puzzled by his wording, "What makes you thinks so?"

"Come on you have super hero reaping right through. You saved my life. And you got the vigilante thing going on by ignoring the law."

Chloe smirked standing up she said, "So you think you got me all figured out, huh?"

"I'm starting to. You hack into a Government satellite working on some kind of super hero mission. One of you're special friends rescue you. And then you think you can just live your life out of mainstream society and just doing the whole super hero slash vigilante thing and think that will be enough. But Chloe…"

George leaned closer to Chloe she could feel his presence smelling his brisk cologne.

"That won't be enough. Sure you'll do your thing for a while. But it's a lonely life. And you'll realize that you need more from life then the solitude you built for yourself. Sure you'll spend your time helping others. But who will help you?"

"I have plenty of friends who…"

"Special friends?" George asked as he formed apostrophes with his fingers as he said, "Special Friends".

"Yeah, special friends. They'll make things easier for me."

George then said, "And those friends don't have personal lives of their own outside of their whole vigilante thing?"

Chloe shrugged he was right. Everyone in the Justice League did have lives out side of the League also. They have their secret identities and personal lives they pursue when their not on duty.

"That's what I thought." George said.

Chloe leaned against the sink and George lifted her chin with his thumb.

"Chloe you saved my life. Let me return the favor. Let me save you from not living yours."

Chloe felt him come closer his lips came closer to her and then the bathroom door opened and Clark stood there awkward.

Clark said, "Uh, the coast is clear Chloe."

George moved away from Chloe and Chloe blushed, "Uh, thanks Clark."

As they got out of the bathroom Lois gave Chloe, George, and Clark a suspicious look. Then another knock came to the door.

"Geesh, Lois, is this place listed?" Clark asked frustrated.

Lois rolled her eyes, "Who is it?"

"Miss Lane, it's Sergeant Maggie Sawyer from the metropolis P.D. Open up."

Then on cue George grabbed Chloe's hand and pulled her in the bathroom. Then they both scrunched close together listening at the door.

Sergeant Sawyer said, "Miss Lane. Have you spoken to my nephew? His computer records show that he looked you up."

Chloe punched George on the arm.

Then Lois said, "Breifly."

"Do you know where he is now?"

"He didn't mention it. Is this an interrogation? Are we being hauled in for questioning?" Lois said a bit jumpy.

"No."

"Then I don't have to answer any of your questions."

Lois opened the door completely and said, "Look, see there is no one here but me and the farm boy here."

"What about the bathroom?"

Then George said, "That's our cue."

George grabbed her wig putting it in his black jean jacket pocket. He opened the window. Chloe looked at him skeptically looking at the 10 stories underneath them.

"Come on Chloe, my aunt will haul you in."

He held his hand out for her to take. Chloe grasped on it tightly as he assisted her in climbing out of the window. They both stood carefully on the edge taking baby steps until they found a fire escape. They climbed down.

When they landed in the dark alley Chloe saw the Green motor cycle there. George handed Chloe her wig. Chloe put it on and then George took his phone out.

He called someone, "Hey, Chica. Yeah, I know I've been busy."

Chloe tried to ignore George and not wonder who he had to call so urgently.

"I'm here in the alley by the Metropolis Plaza. So are you around?"

Chloe ignored him and went straight for the bike. She knew she had enough distractions. She needed to revert back to her plan. She needed to get back to Star City.

As she put the Green helmet on and got on the motor cycle George stopped her by putting his hand on the handle.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going back where I belong. It's been great to meet you George. But it's time for us to part ways."

Then George said, "Can you wait just a little bit?"

"I have to get out of here before someone see's me." Chloe said.

"Chloe you'll be fine with me. Plus I have a special friend who can help with that. She can help keep us hidden until I figure out how to clear your name?"

Chloe sighed, "Are you still on that?"

"I don't give up that easily." George said stubbornly.

"Wait did you say special friend? Like how I have special friends?"

"Yeah, she should be here any minute. I think you'll like her. She's my best friend."

Curious Chloe examined George's face and then she noticed a breeze come and she looked up and saw a familiar black and red leather jacket flutter in the wind. She laned on both of her feet majestically and Chloe smiled, "The Angel of Vengence."