Conversations: Saviour (5/5)

[serafina19]

Title: Saviour
Rating: PG
Summary: Chloe is brought out of hiding through various conversations with some unlikely allies.  

 Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.  I don’t own Smallville.  Each part is inspired by a Rise Against song title, but not necessarily all the lyrics that follow them, although a sample does accompany each chapter (italics).

 Author Note: I was going to finish this tomorrow, but I changed my mind.  Hopefully, you find the ending satisfying.  Also, I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine.

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Saviour

She said “I don’t hate you boy, I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save.”



“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

 

Tess held the door opened for Chloe and shook her head.  “You want to leave, that’s fine, but once you step in the elevator, there is no going back.”

 

Walking into the building, Chloe sighed.  “He must hate me for what I did to him.”

 

Tess caught up to the blonde and pulled at her arm so that Chloe would face her.  “Look at me Chloe and consider all of the things I’ve done to him.”  She paused as she pressed the button for the elevator.  Staring at the elevator gate, Tess said softly, “He called me family, Chloe.”

 

Chloe hesitantly approached the elevator shaft.  “It’s different with you two.”

 

As the gate opened, Tess walked in. “You’ve come all this way because he’s the first person you wanted to see.  You don’t really want to back out now, and I know you’re not willing to spend the rest of your life without him.  But if I’m wrong, my offer still stands...  I won’t tell anyone.”

 

Before the gate had a chance to close, Chloe took a deep breath and snuck into the elevator. 

 

Tess just smirked as the elevator started its ascent.

 

“When I left him, he had settled himself on the couch.  He probably hasn’t moved.  Lay low until I leave, I shouldn’t be long.”

 

Chloe nodded as the gate opened to Oliver’s penthouse.  Her heart skipped a beat on the sight on seeing him on the balcony, but she had to wait.

 

Tess tapped her hand on the blonde’s shoulder and headed towards the balcony.  She knew the state Oliver had been in all day because Carter’s death had hit him hard.  They may not have agreed on much, but they had the upmost respect for each other.

 

However, he didn’t look like the Oliver they were used to seeing.  His bed-head and five-o-clock shadow were clearly showing and he hadn’t even bothered to button up his shirt.  Tess had seen him like this before, and she prayed that their luck hadn't run out.

 

 Holding up the envelope which held her excuse to visit Oliver, Tess said, “I have the details you wanted on the Suicide Squad.”

 

Oliver gestured his hand towards a table.  “Put it there.”

 

“I’m afraid that I can’t stay, but....”

 

“Thanks for stopping by, Tess.  You’ve been a good friend throughout this.”

 

Tess smiled at the word ‘friend,’ remembering how much of a stretch it once was for them. “Trying to regain your trust isn’t easy... but I am trying to make up for my past mistakes one day at a time.”

 

“You’ve done a great job at Watchtower.”

 

“I’m just keeping it warm until she comes back.  You know that, right?”

 

“She’s gone, Tess.  I don’t know if she’s ever coming back.”

 

“Chloe loves you, Oliver... she may have left to protect you, but she’ll return when she’s ready.  You’re not exactly the easiest man for a woman to fall out of love with.”

 

“I’ve looked everywhere... and I...”  Oliver closed his mouth and shook his head.  “You know what I’d give just to know that she’s alive?”

 

Looking back inside, Tess could see the worry in the other woman’s eyes.  It took Tess everything she had not to tell Oliver that Chloe was in the penthouse, but Tess didn’t want to be there when he first saw her.  After everything they had been through, they deserved some alone time.

 

So she just tried to be strong for him, like he had been for her all those years ago on the island after Megan was killed.  She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.  “Don’t give up on her, Oliver.   Chloe brought you out the darkness, and she is coming back for you.”

 

“How can you be so sure?”

 

She leaned against the ledge with her eyes looking past the glass to the woman who stood behind it.  “Because I know Chloe, and while it must have hurt sacrificing her happiness in the past, I know how much she loved you.  I read that email, and I saw it in her green eyes each time your name was spoken.  She knew how you felt about her, and I promised her that you weren’t going to leave her.”

 

“She was the one who left, Tess.”

 

“Chloe holds onto the hope that you’ll wait for her to come back.”

 

His eyes shifted to face Tess.  “What aren’t you telling me?”

 

She was taken aback by the comment, but she stayed strong and held his gaze.  “Oliver, if I had found Chloe, it wouldn’t be me standing in front of you… it would be her.”  She hated lying to him, but it was for the best.

 

He appeared to be convinced, so Tess stood back up.  “I really should get going.”

 

“Of course, sorry I kept you.”

 

Before Tess re-entered the penthouse, she quickly smiled at him.  “That’s what friends are for.”

 

As her heard the sound of high heels in the distance, Oliver swigged his drink and slammed the glass on the ledge.  Hearing her name hurt too much.

 

Even the knowledge that Chloe was alright would be enough for him.  Carter’s death only emphasized that.  Knowing that any day could be his last and all he wanted was to see her one last time. He had tried everything, and he was almost ready to give up.  Almost. 

 

Oliver turned to see his phone buzzing on the ledge.  Normally, he would answer it, but today had been a long day and it could wait until morning.  Once the buzzing stopped, he poured himself another drink and was ready to chug it down when his phone started buzzing again.

 

This time he grabbed his phone and yelled, “What do you want!” in the receiver. 

 

After hearing no response, he took the phone off his ear and looked at the phone which read “2 New Messages.”  Both were from the same number, which made sense, but his heart almost stopped when he opened one of the messages.

 

It simply read: I’m sorry. CS

 

This was the first form of contact he had received from Chloe since she disappeared and while he knew that she probably disconnected the number, he quickly dialled the number, praying that luck was on his side.

 

He placed his phone back on his ear and waited for a dial tone, but instead he heard buzzing.  It was close... it was right behind him.  Oliver dropped his phone in shock as he walked back into the penthouse.

 

There she was.

 

She looked a little worse for wear, but no less beautiful than the day that he unknowingly kissed her goodbye.

 

However, this wasn’t how he wanted her to see him.  He looked anything but her knight in shining leather. 

 

Chloe gulped and said softly, “Hi.”  

 

She knew what he went through in signing the Vigilante Registration Act, and what he had struggled with since coming clean about Green Arrow.  It had taken its toll on him, and she shuddered at the thought that she was too late.

 

Oliver walked towards her. “Hi.”

 

He couldn’t help but think if he was dreaming.  At this point, despite losing count of the amount of scotch he had consumed, he couldn’t handle it if she wasn’t real.

 

She wanted to apologize, but the words simply didn’t come. “I’m.... I’m...” 

 

“Not leaving my sight again.”

 

His hand stroked the side of her face, and Chloe’s legs almost gave out on his touch, but he had placed his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.  Oliver gave a sigh of relief... this was no hallucination...it was really her. 

 

Chloe grinned slightly.  “I wanted to come sooner… I really did.”

 

“Tomorrow, you can explain.  Right now, I just want you.  Can you do that?”

 

Chloe just nodded as she laid her head on his chest.  She had almost forgotten the warmth of his body and the way his skin felt against hers.  Her hands clutched the edges of his shirt and held on in desperation.

 

Oliver kissed the top of her head.  “I missed you so much.”

 

“I love you.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

So there they stood, for minutes, maybe hours.  But time wasn’t important to either of them.  Time would be there when they let go.  In that moment, they had each other, and that was the only thing that mattered.