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A Change of Scenery

Prologue

Chloe sat at her desk in the Watchtower. She was desperately trying to figure out where things had gone wrong. One minute she and Oliver were having an amazing time, the next she was delegated to the ranks of money hungry gold diggers. Oh, he said he understood and that she was forgiven, but she knew better. She could see it in his eyes. The light that used to be there when he looked at her was conspicuously gone now when his eyes met hers. He was reserved around her now, almost detached. He was not the Oliver she had come to know and the truth was... it was all her fault.

Chloe knew what she had to do and had began to make preparations weeks ago. She was currently completing her final task, the one she was sure would catch Oliver's eye so she had purposely left it for last.

Chloe strummed her fingers on the desk, waiting impatiently for her account to drain so she could shut down Watchtower and be on her way. With any luck, she would be long gone before Oliver could make his way from Queen Towers.

She knew she was taking the cowards way out, but she honestly didn't have the strength left to face him. It was better this way, easier, too.

Chloe's phone started buzzing. She glanced at the caller I.D. It read Oliver Queen. Shaking her head, she hit the ignore button. She glanced back at her screen and saw that the process was complete. She typed in the word that would start the shutdown and turned off her monitor.

Her phone dinged to signal a new text message. She cautiously opened it and read it while carefully packing up her precious laptop.

I'm on my way. Don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but you better plant your butt in your seat and it had better be there when I get there. -O

Chloe briefly wondered how many traffic accidents he had narrowly avoided trying to type that while driving. She would unfortunately never find out because she had no intention of being at Watchtower when he got there.

She had nothing left to say to him and she sure as hell had nothing left to offer him. She was no man's booty call and if that was all that was left of their friendship, then so be it. She was used to being the one to sacrifice everything to keep her heroes on their pedestals, what difference did one more time make?

Oliver had a job to do and this would only cause a serious distraction, one he couldn't afford, so once again she would make the sacrifice, cross the line to keep her boys from having to do it, having to make the tough decisions. This was what she was best at.

Chloe took one last look around her tower, her precious gift from Jimmy. This was supposed to be haven, and it had been, for a short time but now it was once again filled with painful memories. It was time to leave, there was nothing left for her here. Maybe she would return some day. She could hope.

A/N: just a short teaser to lead into my next fic. Thank you Katy for the idea. The whole basic plot idea came from her, I just played with it!