Enjoy! Semi missing scene from Rage, pretend Clark asked Chloe to look after Oliver while he was recovering from his wounds at the end.

Oliver slowly opened his eyes, seeing nothing but fuzzy shapes.

It took him a moment before he realized one fuzzy shape was moving.

Chloe shifted in her chair, putting her book down to see Oliver Queen was awake.

'Hey' she simply said.

Oliver frowned wondering what on earth Chloe Sullivan, Lois's cousin was doing here.

Wide-eyed now, he tried to sit up, but Chloe was astonishingly faster then him, and laid a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down.

'I wouldn't recommend getting up anytime soon.' She said with a smile as she leaned over to fill a glass with water.

'How long?' he croaked as he took the glass she offered him.

'How long were you out or how long did I know about your fetish for green leather?' Chloe asked with a raised eyebrow.

He glared at her before chugging the whole glass of water.

Handing it to her and ignoring her gaping mouth, he raised himself slightly to lean against his headboard. 'And how did you figure it out?'

It finally hit him that he was in his apartment, in his bedroom, and it was Chloe Sullivan, of all people looking after him. And he was shirtless, and he was hoping it was Chloe who did that…Clark was just a creepy thought.

'Ummm, I hate to say it, you're not very good at the whole dual identity thing just yet, but then again I'm kind of used to being the treasure chest of secrets. So don't worry, its practically forgotten by me.' She waved away the thought that she would ever betray his identity.

Oliver didn't realize he was tense, until his shoulders sagged in relief, 'so how long have I been out?'

'Oh…about two days now' she said as she scooted her chair closer and sat in it.

'I have to say, you managed to kick some serious ass while on that drug. From what I hear, you went all Hulk on Lex, until Clark came. Pity, I think I would have enjoyed it.'

Oliver couldn't help but smile a little. He had to admit this was the first time he had ever conversed for more then a minute with the young blonde. 'A bit bloodthirsty are we?'

Chloe grinned, 'More like a believer in Karma. I'm not saying murder is the answer, but I also won't say if given the option I wouldn't also go after Lex.'

Oliver tilted his head, studying her for a moment.

Dressed in a simple blouse, jeans, and heels, with her coat, and purse thrown over the arm of another chair, she looked almost pixie like in the large chair.

'I don't think Clark shares your view.' Oliver pointed out, feeling the guilt of his actions well up inside him..

'Well, Clark's also from another planet, so I'm inclined to think that might have something to do with it.'

For a moment Oliver thought he heard a bit of bitterness lace her words, but looking up, he found her studying him just as much as he was studying her.

'So why are you here?' he asked causally, noting how much the guilt eased a bit just knowing someone else didn't see him as the awful person he believed himself to be.

'Hero duty' she said cheerfully. Noting Oliver's look, she winced, 'Sorry, I haven't had much sleep as well.'

Oliver's eyes widened in alarm thinking something happened while he was out perhaps Lex was more inured then he thought, but Chloe waved it away, 'No worries, just…Clark had been bugging me about several things, and so doing this for him was kind of like my refuge right now.'

'I'm honored' he replied grinning back at her for no reason, or at least none he could think of at the moment.

Oliver quickly noted that Lois and Chloe were two very opposite beings. Not only in looks, in which both had their positives, but in their personalities as well. Where Lois was brash and often rude, Chloe seemed to be cheerful, and far calmer. It was…different…yet not hated.

'Well, it seems like I'm not going anywhere for awhile' he gestured to his wounds, 'Care to share'

Chloe grinned at him, before shaking her head, 'I'm sure Lois will be willing to tell you any and all…if she happens to talk to you anytime soon.'

At that Oliver winced, 'How much does she hate me?'

Chloe laughed at that, 'Lois has been cooking and cleaning.'

Oliver's eyes widened in horror, 'that bad?'

'Worse, she rearranged everything in the apartment, and now I can't find my favorite coffee mug. So help me, if you don't call her, I will come armed with peanuts.'

Oliver laughed so hard, before moaning from his wound. Chloe rose quickly, leaning over him to check his wound.

Seeing that the wound hadn't bled out and was staying tight, she lifted her head only to realize they were mere centimeters apart. Her eyes flickered from his mouth to his eyes, which darkened to black.

Looking at his lips again for a moment, she wondered what it would be like to touch them…to have them pressed against hers.

Licking her lips, she leaned forward…

BRRRINGG

Both jumped apart quickly, Chloe suddenly standing a foot away from the bed, while Oliver shifted, trying to think of anything other then a certain blonde's scent surrounding him.

Chloe snatched up her phone, turning away to read the text and hide the blush.

Turning back around, a little more composed, she gave a small smile, 'uh—well…huh…I guess my Florence Nightingale duty is officially over. Clark is calling me for something or another'

Stuffing the phone back in her pocket, she picked up her coat and purse.

Oliver felt disappointed that she was leaving; unsure of it was the near kiss or the conversation he was going to miss more. Trying to brush off the feeling and blaming it on being asleep for two days, he looked up as Chloe turned to him, hesitation in her eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, he smirked, 'Do you know how lucky Clark is to have you?'

Chloe smiled something akin to resignation in her eyes, 'tell him that, maybe now he'll stop complaining when I ask him to make coffee runs.'

Shaking his head, Oliver realized that as much as Clark had powers of near God status, he was severely lacking in the intelligence arena.

'Thank you' he said softly.

Chloe leaned over, brushing her warm lips against his forehead, 'get better' she said quietly before straightening up. Walking to the bedroom door, she turned around, 'you know, bulletproof vests might be a good investment for the near future.'

With that her footsteps faded down the hall, leaving him grinning like an idiot.

A/N: I've been having major writer's block on my one story, so I re-watched a lot of smallville episodes with Green Arrow in it, and I thought how interesting a scene would be if Clark asked Chloe to look after Oliver just for the few days he would be out because of his wounds and his drug addiction.

So I guess it would be a Missing scene from Rage, although warning you, I don't remember the exact timeline of when people find out things, so if Oliver already knew that Chloe knew he was the GA, yeah...well it didn't work in my story, so pretend he doesn't know. And if she didn't find out just yet...again, it wouldn't work with my story. I think thats it.

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