The Fall 5/?
Title: The Fall 5/?
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sometimes even a hero needs to be saved
Notes: You know I'm really growing to love this story. Plus I made my first fanart. Took forever! I'm pretty decent at Photoshop, but I just didn't know what to do for this picture. So please, tell me what you think. As for the story I hope everyone likes it. Once against thanks to everyone who has continued to read and review. The feedback has been great. The Chloe/Oliver is draggin along I know, but come the next chapter you should at least see them gettinng friendly again. Somewhat. Review!!!
As Oliver predicted Clark and Bart were already there at the tower.
“This is your fault.” Clark said as he advanced on Oliver.
“It usually is.” Oliver responded, his voice without emotion, then turned to Bart. “Where is everyone else?”
“On their way.”
Oliver nodded and turned from Bart, he’d almost made it to his computers before he found himself pinned against the wall, an iron grip surrounding his throat. “What do you want Clark, to kill me?” He choked out. “We both know you won’t.”
“I could make an exception.” His fingers tightened, wanting to wipe the knowing look off of Oliver’s face.
“We have a better chance of finding Chloe if I’m not dead. Plus, they want me. I think if you kill me that will defeat the purpose.”
Unfortunately, Oliver had a point. They would need whatever resources that was available to find Chloe, and that included Oliver. Clark shoved him to the side and glared meaningfully towards Oliver. “I can always kill you later.”
“Okay, not productive guys.” Bart piped up. “Look, uh Chloe had us outfitted with the tracking things. On phones, jewelry, whatever. I think she had one in her phone and some of her jewelry.”
Oliver turned to Bart. “And that’s how you found me.”
The younger man shrugged sheepishly. “Chloe thought it would be best if you didn’t know.”
He sighed to himself, for a moment aggravated that his team was following Chloe’s orders and hiding things from him. The problem was that she was right. It was the only thing that had saved his life. If they would have told him he would have disabled every tracking device and he would never have been found. “Alright.” Pulling out his phone he dialed Victor. “What’s this about tracking devices?” There was a slight pause on the other end, and Oliver could almost see Victor cringing. “Chloe has one right?”
“Yea, but I checked them as soon as we hung up. They are all disabled. I would imagine they got a little smarter after we rescued you.”
Oliver sighed with frustration. Another dead end. “Hurry up.” Walking over to his computers he slammed his phone on the desk and took a seat. “They’re disabled. Who saw her last?”
“I think I did.” Clark said, anger still lacing his voice. “Maybe three hours ago, but she didn’t mention anything to me about going off and there didn’t appear to be a struggle at her apartment.”
Then they were waiting for her. He’d suspected all along, but now he just had more confirmation. “I’m going to pull up some of the camera footage in the area, see if we can see something. Where the hell is everybody?!”
Bart jumped at the booming tone. “On their way. Not Dinah though, she’s out of state. Said to let us know if we need her.”
He didn’t plan on finding Chloe to take so long that he needed to fly Dinah in. “Find out what is taking AC so long.”
Victor shook his head and sighed. “I’m not finding anything on the city cameras.”
“And Clark says he can’t find anything.” Oliver hit the end button and shook his head. His only option seemed to be turn up with ten million dollars and pray she was there waiting for him.
“There is one other option.” Victor said reluctantly. “I’ve been working with Chloe lately, with some ISIS work, mostly relocating the meteor infected, new identities and all that. Well there was a girl we moved a few months ago, she was able to find other meteor infected. And when I say find them I mean she could pinpoint it down to a building.”
“Where is she?”
“Right outside of Metropolis. We actually brought her here. Wanted to keep her close in case someone tried to find her. She was pretty grateful for Chloe’s help though, so I would imagine she would help us.”
“Do what you have to do.” Oliver said and turned away, heading to the back of the Tower. He could hear Victor typing as he closed the door to his training room. With a growing frown he stared at the empty wall. It wasn’t the wall that bothered him; it was what was behind it. He hadn’t donned his Green Arrow persona since the funeral. There was no way of getting around it though. Chloe was missing, and although he would have taken on his alter ego again to save any of the team he felt a stronger obligation to go after Chloe. They’d all shown up in Havana to rescue him, but Oliver knew that deep down he owed his life to Chloe. Without her they probably wouldn’t have been able to pull it off, and with their extensive planning they still had almost all died out there. It had taken Chloe putting herself in the line of fire to save them. And then even when she had already done enough she still had healed them. For all of the goodness in her it was for that reason she was the one in trouble now. If she had stayed hidden, never putting herself in danger, they would never have known who she was.
“I’m back!”’ Bart yelled and held out his hand. “After you.”
“Thanks.” She said with a frown and looked around. “Where is-.”
“Kristen.” Victor exited the training room and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks. I hope it wasn’t too much for you to take off of work.”
“No it’s okay.” She waved it off. “Plus, I wanted to help. I mean you and Chloe practically saved my life. The least I could do is tell you where she is.” She looked around the large space. “But I didn’t expect to be at the top of Queen Towers.”
“It’s temporary. Uh, Mr. Queen is good friends with Chloe.” She raised an eyebrow, most likely doubting the extent of his involvement. “He dated her cousin.” Both eyebrows went up. “Anyway. Do you think you can find her?”
“Yea, I haven’t met a meteor infected I couldn’t. I’ll be able to pinpoint it on a map. But from there we are going to have to take a ride so I can find exactly where she is being held.”
“Perfect.” Victor nodded towards one of the larger monitors. “Come see if this is sufficient. Based on the amount of time she may have been missing we’ve drawn up a map showing the radius she could be hidden in. We don’t think that she was flown out; it would have been too difficult for them to escape with her unnoticed. And if they were hoping to get a ransom they wouldn’t have taken her far. The problem is that we haven’t heard back from the kidnapper, so we don’t even know where the drop off would have been.”
“A ransom from Oliver Queen?” Kristen pried further.
“She asks a lot of questions.” Bart piped up and grinned from behind Victor and Kristen.
“Anyway…” Victor pulled up the map. “Give it a try.” He turned to Kristen who began eye the map, eyes moving quickly over the screen, almost as if she was reading it. It took only seconds.
“Here.” Kristen pointed to the lower east side of Metropolis. “She’s here.”
“Alright. AC!”
Kristen turned her head to find a tall, muscular man come from the darkness.
“You and Bart take Kristen. Found out where she is. Bart you stay there to keep an eye on the place, AC you drop Kristen off and the head back. I’m going to let the boss know.” He turned back to Kristen and dropped his voice. “If you can feel her, does that mean she’s still alive?”
As she’d searched the map she’d had the same fear. “Yea. She’s alive.”
“She’s in there?” Clark asked as he landed on the rooftop next to Oliver.
“Yea.” Even after relaying instructions over the past few minutes to the other guys he’d still been unable to become accustomed to the voice distorter.
“Alright.” Clark narrowed his eyes at the building, his X-ray vision penetrating through walls and furniture. “I’ve got her. First floor, on the other side of the buildings, last door on the right. Look like she’s in a bed. She’s not moving, but I can see her heart beating. It’s slow. She must still be sedated.” Clark blinked and turned to Oliver. “There appears to be about eight men in there. I did see some firepower though. Let me handle them. You all get Chloe out.”
Oliver hated taking orders and he hated not being there for the fight, but he wasn’t in the mood to put his life on the line. He much preferred to let the man of steal take the bullets. “Whatever. Let’s go.” Oliver stood up from his kneeling position and aimed his grappling hook across the street. “Alright boys, when I give the signal. Boyscout’s going in first.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.” Clark said through gritted teeth and pushed up off the roof, red cape following in his wake.
Oliver rolled his eyes at Clark’s flying form and released his arrow. He landed on the adjoining rooftop of the building that Chloe was in.
“I’m going in.”
“Let’s go.” Oliver called over his com and kicked in the door. There were only three flights of stair which Oliver flew down in no time. He came in contact with one man making his escape up the staircase, Oliver took him out easily.
The rest was too easy. Clark made quick work of the competition. The sound of bullets sounded through the building as Oliver made his way in the direction Clark had instructed.
“Where is she?”
Oliver spun around to find AC and Bart. “This way.” They went through each room, until he finally came to the end of the hallway, just as Clark had said. With his finger on the trigger Oliver kicked the door in to find a gun in his face. Grabbing the man arm before he could pull the trigger Oliver kneed him in the stomach and tossed the gun to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Chloe. “Get her.” Grabbing the discarded gun off the floor he picked the man up by the collar of his jacked and threw him against the wall. “Look at me!” When the man didn’t look up he cocked his hand back and brought the butt of the gun against his head. “I said look at me!” Defiant eyes peered up at him, blood running down the temple of the man’s head.
“You dead, you all dead.” He said in a thick accent. They were probably all from Havana.
“Who wants us dead, your boss?” The man chuckled to himself, laughing as if it was his own private joke. Oliver pursed his lips and shook his head. “Wrong answer.” Hauling him back up wall Oliver pressed his arm against his throat. “Who?!”
“Oliver, man. You’re choking him. He can’t even talk.”
“You know what,” dropping the man to the floor again coughing and gasping for breath, Oliver aimed the gun for his head, “I don’t really care. I’ll just shoot you for the hell of it.”
“Go ahead. You’ll never know.” The man gasped, raising his head and pushing his forehead against the barrel.
“Have it your way then.”
“No!”
At that point anyone else’s voice wouldn’t have fazed him. He didn’t look at her, but he could see her moving from out of the corner of his eye with AC’s assistance. “Last time I checked these guys kidnapped you. I don’t think anyone would miss them.”
“I know.” She laid her hand over the arm holding the gun. “I don’t care about them. But I don’t want you to be the one that kills him.”
Damn her and her freaking ideals. “Fine.” He dropped the gun to the floor. “You’re lucky.
Oliver’s fist connected with the man’s face in an audible crack. As he slumped to the floor, blood pulling at his mouth she just stared.
“Come on.”
It wasn’t until she felt Oliver’s gloved hand taking her arm that she realized he had said something. “Yea, okay.”
“How are you feeling?”
Chloe smiled softly at Clark. “Fine.” Dropping down next to him on the sofa she sighed. “Let me guess, you’re staying.” It wasn’t hard to determine from the loose sweats and t-shirt he had on.
“Better to be safe than sorry.”
“Yea, I guess.”
“Okay, what’s going on?”
She sighed again. “I don’t think this is over. They guy that was in my room, he told Oliver something strange. Something about us all being dead. When Oliver asked him if it was the boss back in Havana he wouldn’t say. Just told Oliver that he’d never know.”
“It could be nothing.” Clark shrugged, willing to put it behind them. They had enough trouble as it was without making up more.
“I don’t think so. I mean we knew who was behind this, and they weren’t even trying to hide it. So why say that? Why make it appear like there was someone else?”
“I don’t know.” Clark sighed. “Chloe just go to sleep for now. I mean we just rescued you from a mob boss and you want to go out looking for more trouble.”
“I know, but you know it isn’t over, it never is.” He raised his eyebrows in warning. “Alright, I’ll lay off for tonight and go to bed.”
“Thank you. I’d like to get some sleep myself.”
Chloe stood with a groan and noted the pillow and blanket Clark had sitting on the chair. “I see you already made yourself at home.” He shrugged with that boyish smirk. “Alright, see you in the morning.”