The Abandoned Hero 3/?
Title: The Abandoned Hero 3/?
Rating: NC-17 (later)
Summary: Previously A Time For Changes. Takes place after Season 7. Oliver gets Chloe released from prison and presents her with a proposal. Reluctantly, she must accept. Little does she know of Oliver's other intentions.
Notes: I'm sure your wondering how I am starting a story from chapter three. Well, this was formally A Time For Changes. I'm going in a new direction so it called for a new title change. There may be some discrepancies with past time lines. Mainly when everyone was meteor infected and when there powers showed up.
“Okay gentleman, this is what I need. Aquaman you take the south entrance. It’s along the river. Impulses I want you around the back. Cyborg, you should be able to take down the security system from the rear. After that, enter form the front. The plan is to force them out the rear entrance….” Oliver turned at the sound of a door opening and saw Chloe exit. She wore the same clothes she had fallen asleep in the night before. It was six in the afternoon. She’d been up and down a couple of times, one time to eat, but always went back to sleep.
“Arrow?”
She met his eyes but didn’t say a word as she curled up on his sofa. “….by Aquaman. Get over there and let me know when you reach the destination. Arrow out.” Oliver removed the headset and placed it on the desk then turned back to Chloe. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I just woke from death.” For a moment she panicked at her words but she quickly remembered he didn’t know about her meteor infection she remembered and relaxed. “How come you’re not out there with them?”
Oliver turned back to the screen and shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure you were settled.”
It was the first humorous moment that Chloe had experienced in a while because she knew it was probably killing him not to be out there. “And your hands aren’t itching to grab your bow and bolt out of here?”
When he turned to face her again a cocky smirk found him. “Maybe.”
“Right.” Chloe pushed herself off the sofa and walked towards him. “Can I see?”
Oliver scooted off the chair and stepped out of the way. Perhaps it was too soon for her to jump back into things, but she needed to stop Lex and he had promised her that they would. He knew better than anybody what that felt like. “You hungry?”
“Yea a little.” But Chloe had already forgotten her hunger and was concentrating on the computer.
“I’ll order something.” But she didn’t respond. He was grateful she was engrossed in the mission, because he had other things on his mind and he didn’t need her realizing how preoccupied he was. Quietly, so she wouldn’t notice, he went into his room, closed the door and locked it. Instead of going for his phone to order food he walked into his closet. In the upper corner in the back he pushed a small hidden button and the wall slide away, revealing a variety of safes. Some contained stolen items, information about some very bad people he was holding onto till the right time, and one contained something no knew about. Kneeling down, Oliver carefully turned the knob and unlocked the safe. Inside were a pile of folders in chronological order, and all on one person. Oliver pulled out the first folder and flipped it open. The first document was an old, coloring letter from his mother. He had read over her last words over and over again. He didn’t need to read it again. Behind the letter was some old photographs and newspaper clipping of his parents funeral service. There were two people in particular that he had circled years ago after finding his mother’s letter. A little girl and her mother.
“Mommy?”
“Shhhh Chloe.”
“They’re in black.” Chloe pointed at the group of people they passed and tried to turn her head to watch them.
“I know that. But talk soft.” Moira said and apologized softly to a group of people that she squeezed past. “Look Chloe.” Moira knelt down and looked a few feet away. “You see that boy? He’s sad.”
“Why?”
“Because he has a boo-boo.” That was the best way she could explain it to her daughter. No two year old understood death. “He doesn’t feel good. So be sweet and be very quite. Okay?”
“Yes.”
Moira stood back up and headed over towards the young boy. There were a number of people in line giving their condolences and hers probably would mean nothing but she felt obligated to do so. No one but she knew how good his parents really were. What they were really trying to do. When she was standing in front of him he didn’t seem to even really see her and she understood that. She said she was sorry for his loss and he said thank you.
“You have a boo-boo?” Chloe inquired innocently.
Oliver looked down at the toddler standing there. What was he supposed to say? After almost an hour of standing there hearing people say they were sorry for his loss, responding with a thank you was a natural reaction. No one had asked him if he hadd a boo-boo though.
“Yes baby. He has a bo-bo.” Moira attempted to pull Chloe away but she yanked her arm back.
“No!” Chloe said loudly.
A few people turned and Moira fought against a blush. Just as she reached down to grab Chloe her daughter reached up for Oliver.
“Up there?” Chloe pointed up.
“Where?” He asked, actually forgetting for a moment about his parents and wondering what she was referring to.
Chloe grabbed the end of his suit jacket and pulled. “Down.” When he didn’t move she yanked again. “Down.”
With confusion written all over his fac,e Oliver kneeled down.
“There.” Chloe reached her little hand out and touched his chest.
A soft warmth came through his shirt and he though it was from her hand but then it seemed to spread through his body.
“No.” Moira exclaimed softly and yanked Chloe back. A soft glow had begun to spread from Chloe’s hand and Moira quickly put a mental leash on her daughter. “We are very sorry Oliver.”
They were gone in seconds and the next person was in front of him giving him their condolences. It wasn’t as bad as it had been a few moments ago though. Something was different. He actually felt a little better. For the first time in days he felt like his world wasn’t over.
It had taken him years to figure out exactly had happened. Even once he had become aware of the meteor infected not once had that moment come back to him. It was only once he read his mother’s letter was he able to put it all together. And when he thought he had found the one person that could give him some answers, it had been too late.
He had been searching relentlessly for her and now that she sat across from him, not really seeing him. It turned out she had been in this catatonic state for years. It wouldn’t have mattered if he would have found her in the beginning. His last hope for answers were stored in a brain that no longer functioned.
“I’m not sure if you know why I am here.” She may have not even known he was there but he had to say something. “I found a letter from my mother she wrote before she died. In it she told me everything about you, your daughter, and the Traveler.”
Oliver waited, hoping somehow his words might draw her out but she only blinked. “She just requested one thing of me. She asked me to watch over your daughter.” Still nothing. Just another blink. “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll keep my promise. I’ll make sure she stays safe.” Another blink. Oliver sighed. He needed something. He had his answers but somehow it wasn’t enough. His mission in life was to help people. By protecting her he was helping the word. But it still left him feeling empty, useless. He was just a hidden bodyguard standing on the sidelines. With another sigh he stood up and walked away.
It was only a couple of years later that he had his first and only opportunity to finally speak openly about his lone mission. The conversation had only lasted minutes.
When Clark had finally left the room another figure came out of the shadows. “Oh my god!” Moira cried and covered her mouth. For a moment they both stood there in silence. Clark didn’t come back and they were alone. The last time she had seen him he had been eight. But she remembered him. “Does he know you are here?”
“No.” Oliver said. “And I don’t think I have much time.” Oliver sat down in one of the chairs and begun speaking when he didn’t even really know where to start. “Look I don’t even know why I’m here. I just needed-.” What did he need? Just to talk to someone. “My mom left me a letter. I know. I know about you and Chloe and the Traveler. She asked me to watch over Chloe.”
“Does Chloe know?” Moira whispered. During the past twenty-four hours she hadn’t even thought about her old mission. She had just been trying to keep her and Chloe alive.
“No. I don’t plan on telling her. At least not right now. I’m the only one that knows and its better that way.”
“If Lex finds out-.”
“He won’t.” Oliver said quickly. “Look I just wanted you to know that I know about Clark and I know about Chloe and…I’ll do everything I can.”
There was real sincerity there and Moira knew she could trust her daughter in not only Clark’s hands but Oliver’s. In her last moments she had some comfort. “She’s going to need more than just a bodyguard.” Moira wasn’t even sure she was directing that thought towards Oliver. Was it fair for Chloe that she had this mission? Was it fair to any of them? “Thank you.”
There were footsteps and voices and Oliver knew it was time to go. Without any other words spoken he was gone.
That was the last time he has spoken to Moira. He visited her again when she was moved to Star City but she was once again in her catatonic state and didn’t even seem aware that he was there.
“Ollie?”
The way she said his name made something in his chest tighten. There was something innocent in her voice but something that also sounded frightened. Even though she was on the other side of his door he could hear it. “Yea?”
“The mission is over. They’re out and heading home. I don’t want to be a pain, but I really am hungry.”
He smiled at her words, even though it was somewhat of a sad smile. She was right there, the one thing he had thought of and watched constantly for years, but she had no idea. Somehow it made him feel even lonelier. “I’m coming.”
Rating: NC-17 (later)
Summary: Previously A Time For Changes. Takes place after Season 7. Oliver gets Chloe released from prison and presents her with a proposal. Reluctantly, she must accept. Little does she know of Oliver's other intentions.
Notes: I'm sure your wondering how I am starting a story from chapter three. Well, this was formally A Time For Changes. I'm going in a new direction so it called for a new title change. There may be some discrepancies with past time lines. Mainly when everyone was meteor infected and when there powers showed up.
“Okay gentleman, this is what I need. Aquaman you take the south entrance. It’s along the river. Impulses I want you around the back. Cyborg, you should be able to take down the security system from the rear. After that, enter form the front. The plan is to force them out the rear entrance….” Oliver turned at the sound of a door opening and saw Chloe exit. She wore the same clothes she had fallen asleep in the night before. It was six in the afternoon. She’d been up and down a couple of times, one time to eat, but always went back to sleep.
“Arrow?”
She met his eyes but didn’t say a word as she curled up on his sofa. “….by Aquaman. Get over there and let me know when you reach the destination. Arrow out.” Oliver removed the headset and placed it on the desk then turned back to Chloe. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I just woke from death.” For a moment she panicked at her words but she quickly remembered he didn’t know about her meteor infection she remembered and relaxed. “How come you’re not out there with them?”
Oliver turned back to the screen and shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure you were settled.”
It was the first humorous moment that Chloe had experienced in a while because she knew it was probably killing him not to be out there. “And your hands aren’t itching to grab your bow and bolt out of here?”
When he turned to face her again a cocky smirk found him. “Maybe.”
“Right.” Chloe pushed herself off the sofa and walked towards him. “Can I see?”
Oliver scooted off the chair and stepped out of the way. Perhaps it was too soon for her to jump back into things, but she needed to stop Lex and he had promised her that they would. He knew better than anybody what that felt like. “You hungry?”
“Yea a little.” But Chloe had already forgotten her hunger and was concentrating on the computer.
“I’ll order something.” But she didn’t respond. He was grateful she was engrossed in the mission, because he had other things on his mind and he didn’t need her realizing how preoccupied he was. Quietly, so she wouldn’t notice, he went into his room, closed the door and locked it. Instead of going for his phone to order food he walked into his closet. In the upper corner in the back he pushed a small hidden button and the wall slide away, revealing a variety of safes. Some contained stolen items, information about some very bad people he was holding onto till the right time, and one contained something no knew about. Kneeling down, Oliver carefully turned the knob and unlocked the safe. Inside were a pile of folders in chronological order, and all on one person. Oliver pulled out the first folder and flipped it open. The first document was an old, coloring letter from his mother. He had read over her last words over and over again. He didn’t need to read it again. Behind the letter was some old photographs and newspaper clipping of his parents funeral service. There were two people in particular that he had circled years ago after finding his mother’s letter. A little girl and her mother.
“Mommy?”
“Shhhh Chloe.”
“They’re in black.” Chloe pointed at the group of people they passed and tried to turn her head to watch them.
“I know that. But talk soft.” Moira said and apologized softly to a group of people that she squeezed past. “Look Chloe.” Moira knelt down and looked a few feet away. “You see that boy? He’s sad.”
“Why?”
“Because he has a boo-boo.” That was the best way she could explain it to her daughter. No two year old understood death. “He doesn’t feel good. So be sweet and be very quite. Okay?”
“Yes.”
Moira stood back up and headed over towards the young boy. There were a number of people in line giving their condolences and hers probably would mean nothing but she felt obligated to do so. No one but she knew how good his parents really were. What they were really trying to do. When she was standing in front of him he didn’t seem to even really see her and she understood that. She said she was sorry for his loss and he said thank you.
“You have a boo-boo?” Chloe inquired innocently.
Oliver looked down at the toddler standing there. What was he supposed to say? After almost an hour of standing there hearing people say they were sorry for his loss, responding with a thank you was a natural reaction. No one had asked him if he hadd a boo-boo though.
“Yes baby. He has a bo-bo.” Moira attempted to pull Chloe away but she yanked her arm back.
“No!” Chloe said loudly.
A few people turned and Moira fought against a blush. Just as she reached down to grab Chloe her daughter reached up for Oliver.
“Up there?” Chloe pointed up.
“Where?” He asked, actually forgetting for a moment about his parents and wondering what she was referring to.
Chloe grabbed the end of his suit jacket and pulled. “Down.” When he didn’t move she yanked again. “Down.”
With confusion written all over his fac,e Oliver kneeled down.
“There.” Chloe reached her little hand out and touched his chest.
A soft warmth came through his shirt and he though it was from her hand but then it seemed to spread through his body.
“No.” Moira exclaimed softly and yanked Chloe back. A soft glow had begun to spread from Chloe’s hand and Moira quickly put a mental leash on her daughter. “We are very sorry Oliver.”
They were gone in seconds and the next person was in front of him giving him their condolences. It wasn’t as bad as it had been a few moments ago though. Something was different. He actually felt a little better. For the first time in days he felt like his world wasn’t over.
It had taken him years to figure out exactly had happened. Even once he had become aware of the meteor infected not once had that moment come back to him. It was only once he read his mother’s letter was he able to put it all together. And when he thought he had found the one person that could give him some answers, it had been too late.
He had been searching relentlessly for her and now that she sat across from him, not really seeing him. It turned out she had been in this catatonic state for years. It wouldn’t have mattered if he would have found her in the beginning. His last hope for answers were stored in a brain that no longer functioned.
“I’m not sure if you know why I am here.” She may have not even known he was there but he had to say something. “I found a letter from my mother she wrote before she died. In it she told me everything about you, your daughter, and the Traveler.”
Oliver waited, hoping somehow his words might draw her out but she only blinked. “She just requested one thing of me. She asked me to watch over your daughter.” Still nothing. Just another blink. “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll keep my promise. I’ll make sure she stays safe.” Another blink. Oliver sighed. He needed something. He had his answers but somehow it wasn’t enough. His mission in life was to help people. By protecting her he was helping the word. But it still left him feeling empty, useless. He was just a hidden bodyguard standing on the sidelines. With another sigh he stood up and walked away.
It was only a couple of years later that he had his first and only opportunity to finally speak openly about his lone mission. The conversation had only lasted minutes.
When Clark had finally left the room another figure came out of the shadows. “Oh my god!” Moira cried and covered her mouth. For a moment they both stood there in silence. Clark didn’t come back and they were alone. The last time she had seen him he had been eight. But she remembered him. “Does he know you are here?”
“No.” Oliver said. “And I don’t think I have much time.” Oliver sat down in one of the chairs and begun speaking when he didn’t even really know where to start. “Look I don’t even know why I’m here. I just needed-.” What did he need? Just to talk to someone. “My mom left me a letter. I know. I know about you and Chloe and the Traveler. She asked me to watch over Chloe.”
“Does Chloe know?” Moira whispered. During the past twenty-four hours she hadn’t even thought about her old mission. She had just been trying to keep her and Chloe alive.
“No. I don’t plan on telling her. At least not right now. I’m the only one that knows and its better that way.”
“If Lex finds out-.”
“He won’t.” Oliver said quickly. “Look I just wanted you to know that I know about Clark and I know about Chloe and…I’ll do everything I can.”
There was real sincerity there and Moira knew she could trust her daughter in not only Clark’s hands but Oliver’s. In her last moments she had some comfort. “She’s going to need more than just a bodyguard.” Moira wasn’t even sure she was directing that thought towards Oliver. Was it fair for Chloe that she had this mission? Was it fair to any of them? “Thank you.”
There were footsteps and voices and Oliver knew it was time to go. Without any other words spoken he was gone.
That was the last time he has spoken to Moira. He visited her again when she was moved to Star City but she was once again in her catatonic state and didn’t even seem aware that he was there.
“Ollie?”
The way she said his name made something in his chest tighten. There was something innocent in her voice but something that also sounded frightened. Even though she was on the other side of his door he could hear it. “Yea?”
“The mission is over. They’re out and heading home. I don’t want to be a pain, but I really am hungry.”
He smiled at her words, even though it was somewhat of a sad smile. She was right there, the one thing he had thought of and watched constantly for years, but she had no idea. Somehow it made him feel even lonelier. “I’m coming.”