I'm sorry that I haven't written lately. I've been trying to write a chapter a day, but I've had a little writers block. You see I have other projects that I am working on trying to get published, but you guys and your reviews mean so much more to me than you'll ever know, so when I don't write you a chapter I feel like I'm letting you down and I don't want to do that. I hope that you like this chapter, it's a little different than the rest and please, please review.

The elevator doors rattled as they opened to reveal the dripping wet Oliver. Chloe sat on the balcony watching the rain as it poured upon the streets of Metropolis. The lighting flashed and Chloe didn't even flinch. She loved storms every since she could remember, she always believed that they washed away the worst part of the day and brought forth a new and brighter tomorrow.

"The things I'd do for you, Watchtower." Oliver said making his way out to the balcony taking a seat on the lounge chair across from her, as he handed her the brown Styrofoam cup that she knew and loved so well.

"I'm pretty sure that you could have had it delivered." She grinned as she cautiously sipped her coffee. "But I do appreciate the fact that a billionaire would go out in the mist of a storm just to bring his employee a cup of Joe."

Oliver leaned back in the chair resting his chin on his hand, he returned Chloe's grin. "You've been working hard for me, Chloe." He paused as the thunder roared around them. "Your work is very important to me. I don't know how many times you've saved us guys from Lex and his army of freaks."

"I'd hardly say that I saved the day. I'm just doing my job."

Oliver watched as the lighting flashed casting a glow around his blond haired friend. His eyes sparkled and he smiled slightly. He had know Chloe a while now, after all she was the cousin to his ex-girlfriend Lois, but there was something more about her that evening. Something that made him tingle from head to toe, that made his pulse race within his body. Was he falling for her? No! He couldn't be he thought to himself. "A modest hero." He leaned forward resting his arms on his legs and interlocking his fingers. "You definitely hang around Clark to much."

Chloe felt her cheek turn red. She smiled a tender smile and turned her head ever slightly to avoid eye contact with Oliver. She couldn't believe that he had made her blush. It wasn't something she did easily. She stood up to her feet. "I should go. I mean it's late and it's a long drive to Smallville."

Oliver stood up in front of her casting a shadow upon her tiny frame. "Stay."

"What?" She said looking up into his beautiful eyes. Beautiful eyes that for some reason she'd never noticed until that evening.

"Not like that." He turned and entered the house being followed by Chloe. He stopped and turned quickly bumping into her. "I meant that it's late and you shouldn't be driving in a storm like this. That's all."

Chloe stepped back putting space between her and her boss. "I really should go."

"If I let you leave and something happens to you,… Clark would beat me to death and what ever was left over Lois would did up and beat me again." He stated half serious. "Look, we could have a few drinks and watch an old movie or something on T.V. and then you can sleep in my room while I sleep in here."

Chloe gave into Oliver. He was right about the storm and she hated that long drive to Smallville alone in the dark. It just gave her too much time alone to think and thinking wasn't something she cared to do that night.

It was one in the morning and the rolling credits began to play on the T.V. Chloe couldn't tell you what the movie was about or who was in it. Oliver had made some strawberry daiquiris and Chloe had taken a liking to them. She was on her fourth one when Oliver finally took the picture from her.

"Come on, Chloe… I think you've had enough." He said holding her back with one hand and pouring the rest down the sink.

"Ollllllliiiiiieeee." She said slurred. "You no fun." She sat down on the floor pouting.

He began to laugh. This was definitely a different side to the woman he knew as Watchtower and his friend. The one that always had the smartass comebacks and the ten dollar words to support what ever case she was defending. It was a side that he found very amusing.

He handed her his hand to help her to her feet. She stumbled a little. "Come on, I'll help you to your room."

"My head is spinning." She said as he lead her down the hallway. She stopped reaching out with her other hand to steady herself with the wall.

Oliver swooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. The rain still pouring outside, as he let her back down on her own two feet. "I'll get you a shirt to wear. Just stay there." He hurried to his closet and grabbed a blue button up shirt and placed it on the bed as he began to undress her.

He slowly raised up her arms pulling off the skin tight pink tank top she had been wearing that evening. He couldn't help but notice her pink lace bra. His heart once again began to race. Shake it off Ollie. He said to himself. 'She's a friend, an employee.' He reached for the blue shirt to wrap around her. He was taken a back when she reached up and kissed him. It was soft and her lips tasted of the strawberry drink she had just drunk. "Chloe,…"

"Shh…" She said placing her finger on his lips quickly then returning to her kiss.

He couldn't resist her anymore. He lifted her up and laid her on the bed, he could feel her breath upon his skin as he lowered his head down to kiss her neck. He had urges for this beautiful woman and they were urges he was going to fulfill.

The next morning Chloe woke up, her head felt like a jackhammer was being drilled into it. She rolled over to find Oliver laying asleep, her eyes grew wide with disappointment. How did she get herself into this mess? How was she ever to face him again? She had to get out of there fast.

She throw back the covers and slowly placed one foot at a time onto the hardwood floors. Oliver moaned as he rolled over and to face Chloe. He grinned at the naked Chloe. She was even more breath taking in the morning sun.

"Going somewhere?"

Chloe jumped startled by his voice, she grabbed the pillow from the bed covering herself. "Oliver,…"

"Please don't cover up on my account." He laughed sitting up on the bed resting his back on the headboard. "I don't think there's a part of that amazing body I didn't kiss last night."

Chloe couldn't believe that Oliver was joking about what had happened. How could he be so nonchalantly about something so obtuse. "How could you let this happen?"

"Chloe, don't worry." He stood up and walked around the bed to her.

"Don't worry,… Don't worry…. Oliver, do you know what we did?"

He laughed. "Yeah. I was there. And you were amazing." He said added to the insult.

"I can't believe this. I just can't believe this." She gathered her things from the floor and hurried towards the bathroom.

When she had fully clothed herself she entered the living room to find Oliver sipping his tea while he read the morning paper. She didn't say a word as she snatched her purse from the chair next to him. She walked over to the elevator, she stopped and turned to him. "I can't work for you anymore."

He placed the cup on the glass desk top and rolled the newspaper up placing it by the cup. He stood up and walked around the desk to her. "Chloe,…" He hesitated. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, but he knew by the hurt on her face that now was not the time. "Chloe,… last night never should have happen. We both had a little too much to drink and I know that that's not really an excuse but, I can't loose you as my friend or as my employee over an accident. It happened and no one but us has to know. And it doesn't have to be awkward between us. We're adults right."

She bit her bottom lip as she always had when she was in serious thought. "Okay. But one word of this to anyone and I'll make you wish you never flew in to Metropolis in your million dollar jet." She snapped.

"Okay." He walked back around the desk retaking his place and unrolling the paper.

The sound of the hospital door screeching brought Oliver back to the present day. Chloe laid peacefully sleeping just as she had been when he entered and took a seat next to her. He stood quickly when he saw Clark and Moira as they entered the room.

"Oliver," Clark said cheerfully.

"Clark,…" He was surprised by the friendliness in Clarks voice.

"Oliver Queen,…" Moira said as she stepped out from behind Clark. "You must be the father."

Oliver grinned, he felt proud of the fact that he was indeed the father to Chloe's baby. "Yes." He looked at her confused.

"I'm Moira." She smiled a beautiful smile that Oliver knew very well. "I'm Chloe's mother."

He took her hand and kissed it softly. "It's a pleasure."

"Chloe and I talked before she fell asleep. She has a great deal of love for the both of you and I can see why. And she never meant to hurt either of you. As a matter of fact she wants you both to be happy."

"And that's what I want for her, Mrs. Sullivan." Oliver said as he glanced in Clarks direction.

Moira smiled. "I know, Oliver. I know exactly how the both of you feel for her and so does she. And that makes you both special to me, and I will forever hold you both in my heart for that."

Oliver knew what Moira was trying to do. She was trying to build a bridge for him and Clark. A bridge that was broken when they both realized they were in love with their best-friend. A bridge that would allow both of the man in Chloe's life to remain an important fixture in her life.