*Sniffle* This is it... the end... the last chapter... the final piece to the chlollie puzzle...

I don't wanna let it go, I love this too much. But I'll man up and just post the last bit...

Please enjoy... *Quietly starts crying*

Chapter Forty Four; Sunrise, Sunset

Chloe was back in her disguise, the brown wig heavy and uncomfy. Her voice no longer felt her own, the clear patch across her throat altering her vocal chords. She absently glanced at her watch as she stepped into the elevator. She'd already seen the glorious polished tux's of Ac and Victor, they were looking so smart. Oliver and Bart would still be in the limo, waiting. The reasoning was that Oliver was still meant to be dead for her story and Bart looked too out of place in a tux, but really she wouldn't be able to go ahead with her plan if she saw either of them. Bruce and Dinah were out in full gear running the streets circular to the entrance. She wished she could have seen them too, but maybe it would have been too much...

Chloe swapped her weight to her other foot, the elevator kicking alive under her.

She thought letting Oliver leave this morning was hard, she thought resisting the urge to run up and hug her boys was hard, but her fingers were dying to input Dinah's number and just send one tiny text. She hadn't seen her for 4 month. Oliver insisted her relationship was Batman had been 'good', but even she knew there were details he was missing. This was Dinah's longest relationship in the history of forever, and Chloe was missing the joys of being best friend. Then there was Lois. Chloe sighed with the strain. Lois and Clark were playing reporter to this fiasco, dressed smart from head to toe, smothering each other with love and Lois forcing food down Smallville's throat at the buffet cart. It had taken every ounce of strength to walk past and not jump them with a hug.

The doors opened before her floor and Tess stepped in. Tess looked exhausted, the party starting to wind down due to the early hours and Chloe's turn coming into play swiftly.

They didn't acknowledge each other, instead Tess turned her back, acting snobby and spoke softly.

"We've got all eyes on the floor. Roof is cut off from security feed. Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes." Chloe whispered back and fidgeted with her fingernails in an unmistakably nervous gesture. Tess gave the slightest nod and cracked a smile to herself.

"I see you and Oliver cleared the air last night." Chloe ducked her head to grin.

"Yes" she simply replied again. The elevator clicked to a stop and Tess stepped forward, parting with a swift word of luck. Chloe continued by herself to the roof, taking a corridor from the elevator, then a small flight of stairs. The cold bit at her skimpy clothing instantly as she stepped out. The black dress was borrowed from Tess, it was a little longer than Chloe usually enjoyed, but it was passable for party wear and her late entrance was allowed without question. The heels were silver and lifted her enough to stop the dress from scraping the dusty rooftop.

"I heard you requested a meet with me." Chloe turned toward the voice, the shadows parting to allow the Lord forward.

"Master." Chloe lowered herself into an inclined bow of reverence. Master grinned and put a hand to hers to straighten her up. She saw no fears, he felt no wrong. Just innocent hand contact; no violence intended.

"Respect. I like that. Blast informed me you were educated. He didn't tell me you were beautiful."

"Thank you Master." Her voice flowed with ease, still unknown to her own ears.

"He also told me you have a fiery temper." Chloe held her feet, keeping her solid stance. Terror threatened to take over her body... would this be the end of her journey? "It will come in helpful." he praised, allowing her a breath out. "The criminal grapevine has also told me other things though. Things like… you killed Green Arrow. Things also like, that an explosion occurred killing Blast, but not even marring you. How would you explain that when you were both in the same place?"

"Master." She bowed her head again for the permission to speak freely and he waved her forward with a grin. She knew how to play him. "I regret to inform you it was an accomplice of the Green Arrow's who hit us with a bomb. I tried to save Blast, but he was gone. I was lucky enough to be further away. I also carry the ability to heal myself. It's slow, but it works." Chloe knew you didn't get into the club without a juiced up body. She'd have to show him some cards, healing was her chosen ace.

"I see. And you heal from anything?"

"Anything nonfatal, yes. Would you care for a demonstration Master?" She needed his trust. He waved her ahead and she took a penknife from the clutch bag. She held out her arm, slammed her jaw shut and sliced her forearm. The cut was shallow and small, easily healed, minimal pain. He watched in marvel as it wound itself back together. Slow, but effective.

"Marvellous my child. You will be a welcome addition to my cause. Now, what is it I can do for you?" She saw her chance, her stalling was up and now it was time. His guard was dropped and the sun would rise in an hour, a perfect view on the open rooftop. She couldn't have picked a better scene herself.

'You will not leave this rooftop and you will not order me to kill nor harm myself or anyone else.' The voice flowed from her like poison and injected to his brain. He spun sharp and an accusing finger jabbed out.

"Miss Sullivan. You really are a cat with nine lives." He grinned, the game given away. "Shame the same didn't apply to my little kitty copy cat." he mused, almost accepting of his fate. She knew why… "You do realise what this will do, don't you?" She nodded.

"Then you may as well sit with me and enjoy our last sunrise Miss Sullivan." Slowly, she slumped forward, sliding onto the cold stone of the raised platform. "I should have known." He grinned and turned back to her. "We would always be intertwined, I should have realised when I didn't feel the breaking of the bonds. Not that it would have affected me."

"Just sunlight then?" she asked.

"Afraid so. Bullets, knives and death are all so ineffectual, but like a vampire before the light I can't stay for long." She nodded and crossed her ankles. Her bases were all covered. He was no threat to anyone anymore. "How is Oliver Queen? I hear he was torn up about your death. Did he get to see you before he died?"

"He's still alive." she informed him, taking glee in the notion. Through the shadows it looked like he rose an eyebrow, but she couldn't be sure.

"And does he approve of your little stunt? Or does he not even know you are alive?"

She turned her head to him slowly, accepting as well. No secrets between the deceased.

"I didn't tell him, but I saw him one last time."

"Then you should lock the roof, my sweet. This wound will be fatal. Something lover boy may not enjoy seeing." Chloe stood and solemnly slipped a piece of wood between the handle and the pipe running alongside. Nobody would be coming in… or out.

Oliver looked at his watch again, checking the time. Bart rolled his eyes. 30 minutes before they were supposed to crash the party. They'd been sitting for the last few hours, scanning video feeds of the party. It was the celebration of something deathly important he presumed from the type of guests and the early hour they were still chatting at. Bart pulled another yawn.

"So, this chic? The one that knocked you out?" Bart began.

"Bart…" The warning went unheeded.

"I'm just saying; how do we know we can trust her? It doesn't look like anything's happening tonight. Just a lot of rich people partying like they wish they were 17 again. It's like an hour to sun up. Shouldn't they be at home with their hookers and fat wives by now?" Oliver knew if he had bothered to check his mail in the last few months, there would be an invite for him too.

"Bart,"

"Yeah. I know… but seriously, this sucks and I'm starving." Bart was always starving.

"Bart." Oliver's fingers found the old habit of rubbing the bridge of his nose for comfort. The kid was killing him and all he wanted to do was be back with Chloe.

"Fine. But if we don't see some action in the next few minutes I'm calling this off entirely. This chic is bad news. Storming into our lives with this elaborate plan like she's the new watchtower. I don't like her."

"Bart!" The kid was nothing but headache fuel when he was miserable.

"What? Look. Nothing's happening. Just old people with young sweet candy on their arms."

A scream pierced the air and women tripped over heel and stair on their fleeing way out. Men chased down the steps without care for their hired dates. More screams came their way.

"Happy now?" Oliver hissed and pushed the car door open. Oliver and Bart rushed the entrance trying to keep the battering of witnesses to a minimum. The doors opened and the organ eating white haired joy was munching sweetly on a human carcass. Vic, Ac and Clark were all being flicked aside by the smaller minions that gathered. Oliver dialled Bruce as he tackled the flame wielding mutant man who chased a lady out the door.

"We got issues. Running from the gala. Meteor injected chasing and causing havoc." Oliver informed and with nods around the team split. Oliver, Victor and Ac stayed inside with the power stealer, the strategy was simply that any powers he absorbed would not hinder fighting style. Well Oliver's accuracy would fail, but when you're 3 centimetres from the buggers its hard to miss. Bart sped Lois to safety, then returned to help Clark, Dinah and Bruce play round-up. The fight developed, swaying to both sides, but eventually they took victory from the roles. The white organ eater fell solidly. The boys busied themselves with clean-up and control.

Chloe looked up to the sky, it was brightening slowly. Soon to be sunrise.

It would be her last. She'd presumed from the start that their DNA combination would tie them tight. Her death would stir his. Only he was only perishable in sunlight. His death… by burning under sunlight… would cause hers. Sunlight may not harm her, but burns did.

"The city has changed from what I remember. The whole world has changed." he reflected softly. "Technology was never meant to stay. I blame that."

"You'd have run the world without technology?" she enquired, allowing herself to be curious now they were both about to end.

"I don't know. It all confuses me. Maybe I'm too old. I was meant to stay dead. I didn't want this."

"I can imagine you weren't happy, but killing you grandson was hardly fair." she countered.

"True. He was always a snivelling suck up though. I didn't appreciate it."

"I don't imagine." Chloe answered under her breath. He chuckled, having heard it anyway.

"He took me from my wife." A hint of regret and sadness haunted his voice. Before it could bloom Chloe's questioning he turned back to her. The wig had been shook off and placed beside her, the voice strip thrown aside. "Does it not bother you that you'll be leaving your lover? Again. In order to kill me." Chloe smiled despite the low mood.

"I know enough that I may be the only way to stop more people dying by your hand." Her gaze roamed out again. The bombs damage had been repaired over the 4 month, just reminders were left behind with the grieving families.

"So you sacrifice yourself for the greater good." he summarised. "Noble. Respectable. But stupid." he commented. "Don't act surprised. You know yourself he'll never forgive you for this. You traded one night for a lifetime of suffering on his part." Chloe stopped the chewing of her lip. "Not noble. Nor respectable. Impulsive and reckless. Still entirely stupid."

"Does it hurt that someone so stupid could bring your death?" she twisted it back on him. He grinned.

"I said your acts were stupid. By the fact you managed to fool me I could hardly call you stupid. I'd be insulting myself that way." He rumbled a deep dark laugh. "I think it's my time now anyway. Crime has evolved past me and I'm dragging behind. I miss the peaceful wash of death. I miss my wife."

"You do know there's a chance you won't see her again." Heaven didn't accept mass murders as a general rule.

"A chance. Yes. But staying here doesn't even have that much." Chloe accepted the wash of thought.

Here she was, faced with her death again. No meteor teens to save her. The silence was sweet, but her mind wandered.

"How did your grandson raise you?" she asked.

"No idea. But I burnt the papers as soon as I got through with him. There's nothing left of whatever he did. Besides I wouldn't wish this on anybody… it hurts to carry everyone's fears. It makes you a little mad in the head." He laughed again, then winced. "Can you feel it Miss Sullivan?" A sizzle scorched her stomach in a whispered tickle.

"I feel it." she confirmed. He stood, raising his chin to the air.

"That's the true death calling for me." he replied and stepped forward, to the edge of the roof, his hands gripping the railing. He couldn't leave so there was no chance of him jumping. "It'll hurt Miss Sullivan. I'm stuck up here whatever, but you can take the easy way. There's enough height to black you out before you hit." he stated, with educated precision. "You've made the jump before."

"I doubt I'd live to tell the tale this time though. Either way I burn to death."

"I enjoy your optimism Miss Sullivan. You were always my hardest catch and I appreciate the chase you gave."

"But it's all over now. For the cat and the mouse." Another sizzle tore at them both.

"Sometimes, the mouse is lucky enough to be freed from the cat's claw you know."

"And sometimes he ends up in the cat's belly." she retorted. He grinned, the shadows fading from the shape. The skeleton clung desperate to its darkness. Another scorch hit them. Chloe crippled, falling to her knees before the brightening sun. Charles took hand to the railing, feeling alive for the first time since his resurrection. They were twisted together in a dark loop, what he felt, she felt, and visa versa. Where her death did nothing more than tickled his invulnerability, his death would no doubt incur her own. The price of peace was high.

Chloe's stomach burned, mirroring his own, as the light licked flames at him. The cold skin of her palm offering no comfort, no protection. Inside her head, she had the insanity to think of how she would look, crashed to the floor hugging her stomach like a pregna… Her eyes widened. Last night… with Oliver. They were in such a rush they didn't think… oh, god. Before she could fully freak out Charles spoke again, his eyes on the sky line without regrets.

"If I repented, would God forgive me? Would he let me be in peace with my wife?" He turned back to Chloe. "I miss her so dearly." Chloe pushed from her knees, Brainiac healing the tissue slowly. The damage was so deep…

"It's not my place to say." she spoke before hitting the ground again. Her face was boiling, her blood pulsing rapidly searching for safety. Her mind was chasing itself. She could end this and save herself (and her child) but what world would she be bringing it into? She couldn't be that cruel. A tear hissed as it slid down her burning cheek. She knew her place, and it wasn't to raise a child in a land of rubble.

Charles' knees buckled and he hit the ground. Orange safety flickered alive in the sky. Time for this to end. Finally.

Flashes of flames started across her, burning her hands faster than Brainiac could heal. Charles turned back, seeing a sight he was no longer pleased by. More blasts of inferno dragged him down. From the sky, all you would see were the two burning wraps of human, the cries of pain lucid in the air, vibrating around the city. The air smelled rotten, the ground crackling beneath the burning mass.

Now or never Charles, he reminded himself. Repent.

His wife's voice floated from the heavens to his mind, her lulls, her sweet perfume, her beautiful body of curves asking for his embrace. And he knew what he wanted, he knew what he had to do. Repent. The embers of his eyes met the collapsed female, alive in the flames he'd made. Repent.

'Miss Sullivan, you shall not die. I cut your tie to me.' The words left him in a drying breath of thought. A light breeze flew across him carrying his wife's scent. He was going home.

Charles felt the smothering of flames, finally caressing his journey of death. Chloe burned beside him, her firestorm mere embers compared to his raging blaze. He felt the shadows leave and he was free. His bones turned to ash under a warm glowing sky and his memory faded in the gentle wind.

Electricity buzzed under her skin, fuelling the accelerated healing of Brainiac as it raced her body. Muscles banded. Skin pushed painfully through growth. Screams poured into the sky.

The wooden barricade finally snapped and the group of heroes flooded the roof. Oliver picked up the huddled human. Her eyes flickered open, not concerned in the least by the scorched fabric barely covering her skin with any modesty. She was alive. Oliver was alive. Evil was fought. She gathered enough strength to throw herself into his arms, feeling absently the tux jacket of someone near thrown over her naked back. Shocked cries of her name filled her ears, arms circled her closer and that warmed feeling of happiness chocked her. She was back. He could feel her smile even through his clothing. His words found her ear despite the roaring complaints about deceit around them.

"Now will you marry me?"

She laughed and stole his lips.

"Yes. Finally; yes."

4 years and 9 month later

"Ollie. I'm serious." she laughed and took two tiny steps backwards.

"You're serious? Oh, well. That's going to change my plans quite a bit" he spoke and clicked his tongue. "Oh who am I kidding?" Chloe laughed and sprinted around the sofa so it was between them. For the next few seconds there was the chase drama sequence of one going one way and the other ducking the opposite. Finally Ollie stopped and huffed out a breath. "I only plan to fuck you, okay well maybe that's not all I pla-"

"Ollie!" she hissed and a ruby blush coloured her cheeks.

"Mom! Lisa's in my bed again!" The child's call had them both freezing their steps. Chloe pointed her finger out at Oliver. The clear warning of 'You're lucky our child didn't poke his head out three seconds earlier and hear your language'. Oliver rolled his eyes.

"I'm not the one who woke him with my squeals." he whispered across to her. She scowled.

"Tom. You can sleep in her bed if you want." Chloe called back.

"EWWW! She's got pink sheets. I'm not sleeping there!" he protested and was around the corner before any of them knew he was close to the stairs.

"Why can't you sleep in the same bed as her?"

"She kicks me." he grumped and turned to Oliver. "Girls smell. Don't they dad?" Oliver nodded and crouched for his son's small height.

"It's true. But some smell kinda nice. Mommy smells nice doesn't she?" Tom turned and scanned up and down Chloe. Oliver licked his lips slowly for her out of their child's sight.

"Sometimes." Tom allowed. Chloe dropped her jaw comically.

"Yeah well. Boy's complain too much." she retorted like a kid.

"No I don't!" he complained and settled next to Oliver for male solidarity.

"Really… Well I don't see Lisa down here complaining. I only see a boy who won't go to sleep" Tom turned his eyes up to Oliver for a conflicting point.

"Hey. She's not looking at me. I'm not allowed to bed till mommy's already up there." he promised and chuckled at his son's blank lack of understanding.

"But Lisa's in my bed. I can't sleep." he stated again, like it changed everything.

"4 years ago I was barely able to separate you both without you crying." They were twins, both blonde angels and both seeming to adopt Oliver's eye colour.

"But she kicks me." he complained.

"Tell you what." Oliver started. "Why don't you go snuggle up in our bed? Mommy will be awake for a while longer anyway. She promised daddy some entertainment." Chloe's cheeks warmed. Oliver chuckled.

"Are you watching Finding Nemo again?" His innocence was adorable.

"Something like that. Come on. I'll go get you to bed while mommy gets warmed up." Oliver winked and picked up Tom over his shoulder, lifting him to their bedroom. He squealed in delight at the height difference from the floor to his father's shoulder and giggled all the way up the stairs. Chloe shook her head at her boys and flopped onto the sofa.

She was exhausted.

Who knew children's birthday parties could take so much out of you? Lois was viciously complaining about her second (and most probably last) pregnancy, her almost 4 year old boy super speeding around her swollen ankles. Clark was trying to reign in the swearing and stop Bart from challenging his son to a country wide race. Ac was there, solo from Mera. Mera was still breastfeeding and their little flipper wasn't happy out of waters yet. Victor kept him company, throwing jokes and entertaining the kids with his machine parts. Who needed to pay for clowns?

Tess had joined the group after Chloe's reappearance and was showering the birthday twins with presents. The meteor teens had grown up, but still in close contact and the Kent farmhouse was filled to the brim with the surprise birthday party in full swing. The kids giggles could be heard a county over. Grandmamma Kent had returned with stories to share. Dinah and Bruce were pulling for their first anniversary. That was a proposal to remember, Bruce had walked into watchtower grinning, while Dinah was in a funk of a grump. The story was that she accepted, but refused to talk, or acknowledge, or be happy, about said engagement. Of course when the 'day of' came she was just as nervous as any other bride totally smitten by her groom.

There had been the usual party antics, of course, then there was the blissfully ignorant argument from the kids about the superheroes. Oliver and Clark had shared a look at the debate over who would win in a fight, Green Arrow, or Superman. Chloe broke it up before it could turn to anything, and in result had been swung over her husbands shoulder for caveman baby making rituals, so they would have more kids than Clark ever could squeeze from Lois. Since the kids had come along, rivalry between parents had spiked almost comically. Finally, she had been allowed the pleasure of tucking in her hyper birthday brats, and cuddling back with cosy pyjamas and a loving husband.

"Now, where were we?" Oliver re-appeared around the corner, a cheeky grin dominating. Chloe laughed, returning from her day's reminiscence, and met his lips for the kiss they had craved all night. "Ah, yes. I think I remember now Mrs Queen." He dipped her to the couch, stealing her lips and letting another timeless hunger claim them.

The End

I'm not crying... no... I just have something in my eye. Both my eyes...

I hope you enjoyed this... it was fun to write, and even more fun to read back, and then I got the reviews and they were three times as fun.

Everyone who's reviewed on this has been so lovely and sweet, I really loved hearing back what you've thought, and I would love to know if there is anything you didn't like, or really did.

As you know I do like to hand out imaginary baked goods, so I figured i'd just buy an imaginary bakery and offer you unlimited imaginary cash, because I love you all so much and I am so grateful for all the support from readers and reviewers.

As for those that are interested: There is a 20% chance i'll be writing another Chlollie. I've already started a few chapters but it's just going downhill from there. I'll need to have a deep long in-depth chat with my muse before I know if it will continue. so... don't get your hopes up, but know it's a possibility :D

Anyway... I don't think there's anything else to say. I've covered the big thank you's and i've spoke about the imaginary cookies... So I suppose this is goodbye.

Till next time. I love you all,
Apocalyptical Angel Xx