Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did though, then maybe the show would be a bit more exciting.
A/N: I know that this story is a bit far fetched so far, but it will be Chlollie, there will be romance, I promise. Anyway. This chapter is quite a bit longer than the others. I seemed to be on a roll. The real meat of the story begins here. Enjoy.
A special thanks to:
Chapter 4
10 minutes prior-(a.k.a as soon as the doors to the elevator shut behind Oliver and Maureen).
Chloe opened eyes very slowly. She still wasn't certain if this time was real or if she was still inside of her own head. She turned her head from side to side, expecting to see someone there, she was certain someone had been there earlier. But no one was there. She slowly sat up and stretched. She pulled back the covers that were draped ever so carefully atop her body. As soon as her feet touched the floor time seemed to stand still. It was like a real life slow motion situation. She stood up and walked to kitchen for something to eat and perhaps a gallon of coffee.
As she walked into the small kitchen area the guys, who had been getting ready to leave stopped what they were doing and just stared in wonderment. Chloe was going about what would seem to be a normal routine, only her level of activity had increased; exponentially. She was super speeding instead of the slow walk that she thought was doing. To Chloe everything was normal (well as normal as normal could be given her recent activities), to the four guys standing in the middle of the loft it was painful to watch her go back and forth between the counter and the cabinets and back at record speed. Even Clark and Bart who were used to the speed were not used to watching something so profound.
This is what Oliver walked in on when he returned from the garage. Bart, AC, Clark and Victor had each pulled up a chair near the couch and were just watching Chloe speed about the kitchen.
"Guys… What is she doing?"
"Making coffee?" Bart ventured a guess.
"Yes, I get that, but look at her."
"We have been." All four answered together.
Oliver slowly walked to the edge of the kitchen. He turned to look back at the guys who just shrugged. He turned his attention back to the speeding blonde and took a few more steps forward. He didn't want to startle her; he didn't know how she was absorbing the new speed.
"Chloe?" Oliver asked timidly.
When he received no reply he tried a little louder.
"CHLOE!"
She stopped in mid pour. She looked up at him and smiled to him and then to the guys.
"I usually need coffee when I get up, you guys know – ."
She stopped mid sentence. Oliver had covered his ear, as had the others. Through Clark was struggling. He had covered his ears but was also curled up on the floor shaking.
"Clark? What's wrong?"
"Stop talking. Chloe. Please." Clark managed to shout out before closing his eyes and passing out.
She stopped. She put down the coffee pot and "walked" over to where Clark lay on the floor. Just as she was about to lay her hand on his shoulder bart zipped over and whisked her back to the kitchen.
She slapped his arm, hard.
"W- ."
Before she could finish her sentence Bart has slapped his hand over her mouth. Now she was outraged. Just as she was about to elbow him in the gut Oliver cleared his throat.
"Chloe, please. Don't speak, or move for that matter. A lot has happened tonight and until we tell you everything please, do us a favor and don't speak or walk around. Okay?"
Bart lowered his hand as Chloe nodded. She definitely didn't understand, but she knew something was wrong, and wrong with her. She understood by the tone of Oliver's voice that she should probably do as she was asked. She turned back to Bart, who was still standing precariously close to her and glared at him.
He back away from her and walked back to the couch.
"Vic, take Clark into the bedroom and make sure he's stopped bleeding, okay?" Oliver asked without looking away from Chloe. Chloe's eyes were downcast. Oliver let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding, though it came out as a very loud sigh.
Chloe looked back up and looked to Oliver for instruction. He smiled at her lightly. He walked to her and hugged her. She stayed stiff. She didn't know if she could or should move. Oliver took her arms in his and placed them around his waist. He then returned his arms to where they were around her body. She sighed and began to softly cry. He tightened his grip and picked her up. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her, cradling her as she cried into his shoulder and neck.
AC and Bart looked on uncomfortably, neither knowing what to do, where to go, or what to say, if anything.
Victor and Clark walked back from the bedroom ten minutes after going in there.
Oliver looked over to them.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, is she?" Clark motioned to the now sleeping Chloe in Oliver's lap.
"She will be. Vic, can you bring up video from Dinah's mask cam from tonight on the computer?"
"Yeah, sure. You sure you wanna do this now?"
"Want to? No, need to? Yes."
Clark cleared his throat as Victor walked to Chloe's station.
"I'm gonna get going. I think it would be best given the situation. Call me when she wakes up if there is a change, okay?"
"Of course." Answered Oliver shortly.
"AC, go get the mugs of coffee, Bart do whatever it is you need to do to be able to sit still for a couple hours okay?"
"Sure boss, anyone want anything from the tropics while I'm out?"
"Just go!"
And with that he was gone.
"Okay, I've hooked the video feed into the TV, we can start whenever Bart gets back."
"Start without him. I'm going to go put Chloe back into bed. Fill me in when I get back."
Oliver gathered Chloe in his arms and rose from the couch. He walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He tucked Chloe back into bed and sat next to her for a while.
Meanwhile…
The screen filled with the sight of pavement. Dinah turned her head to look at Oliver who was standing next to her.
"You ready for this?"
"It's not my first mission Ollie, I know what I'm doing."
"I know, just checking."
They kept walking until they reached their hide out for the start of the evening. Oliver had taken the lead and now most of the screen was covered in green leather.
"Ollie, we gotta talk."
Oliver swung his head back towards Dinah.
"Tower, what's our status. Sure, okay. Talk about what? And please remember not to call me that out here."
"Right sorry. Arrow, we never talked about that night, and now well, we need to."
"That night Canary, was a one time thing. I was upset, and drunk, and you were there, surely you know that. I don't know why you would want to relive it."
"No, I suppose I don't want to relive it, but now we both will always have to."
"What are you talking about? Aqua, what's your ETA? Okay. Let's go, the guards have arrived, we gotta go around back to meet the guys."
Oliver jogged towards the building, expecting Dinah to follow suit.
"Arrow! I'm-."
Suddenly the screen went sideways. Dinah had fallen down. Oliver was already so far ahead of her. She struggled to get up but found that her legs were numb. Suddenly all of her was numb. Then just as quickly the numbness was gone. She got back onto her feet and started to walk towards where the rest of the group would be. Dinah looked down. She raised her hand and the screen showed a bloody hand.
"Great just great. What the fuck happened? Oh well that's nice, a bullet wound? I didn't even hear a shot fired. Fuck this. Canary to Tower. Canary to Tower! Damn it! If I die before I tell Ollie about the baby…What the hell is happening?"
Dinah turned around and walked back towards her vehicle.
Again she began to mutter to herself.
"I bet Luthor is behind this. I switched sides and he finally found a way to best me. But that still doesn't explain the silent bullet. Well, whatever. The little pixie will heal me and then we can get back to kicking some Luthor ass. Then maybe I can get that damn Green Arrow to actually talk about what happened that night. Ha! Like that seems likely."
Dinah got on her bike and sped off.
The screen shows the streets of Metropolis whizzing by. She parked the bike about a block away from the Clock Tower and then, with great difficulty due to the bleeding, leaped from building to building until she reached Oliver's balcony. Once there she fell to her knees and laid on the cool surface.
The video then shows Chloe rushing out and over to Dinah. She takes the mask off and flings it into the apt thus ending the feed.
"Well that was…" AC stared in shock at the now blackened screen.
"Yeah, wow."
"Yeah wow what? What did I miss?" Bart seemed to appear out of nowhere just as the video faded to black.
Victor turned around to face him, Bart had gone straight to the fridge.
"Nothing much, we didn't see anyone or anything shoot her."
"So what happened, something must have happened, AC is opening and closing his mouth like he actually is a fish."
"There was just something on the tape that, well, we probably weren't supposed to know."
"What? What was it?"
"Well, Dinah. You see, Ollie and Dinah…" AC drifted off hoping Bart would just get it, though he wasn't known for catching on quickly before.
"Dinah and Ollie what?"
"Yeah, Dinah and Ollie what?" This time Oliver's voice resounded.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing at all." Victor turned to AC and then back to Oliver.
"Okay then. What did the video show?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. There was no gun shot. She just seemed to look down and discovered she had been shot. She was talking to herself a whole lot. Mentions Lex getting the best of her. But nothing else important."
"I'll watch it later and look for clues or something."
"I promise you Boss, it'd be a waste of time, there's nothing there." Victor said a little too insistently.
"What's on there that you don't want me to see?"
"Seriously Boss, I just don't want you to obsess over something that's not there when we have larger issues at hand."
Oliver cocked his head to the side.
"Yeah, you're right. Okay I'm beat. Chloe is sleeping and I think we all need to too. Feel free to stay here. Take the couch, guest rooms whatever." He waved his arms in the directions of each of these places.
"I'll be in the study off my bedroom. And no Bart, you cannot sleep in my room. Go, disperse, sleep."
The boys went to where they would be sleeping with minimal bickering.
Oliver walked tiredly back to his bedroom. Just as he approached he saw a golden glow emanate from under the door.
"Christ, what now?"
Oliver walked in to find Chloe on her knees on top of the bed. She was crying and hugging herself.
"Chloe? Chlo, what's wrong."
Chloe pointed to a piece of paper sitting next to her. Oliver picked it and read it. He looked back to Chloe and then promptly fainted.
The note fluttered to the floor.
I think Dinah was pregnant. I think I am too.