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Title: Bruises
Category: Smallville
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Author: mia805
Rating: PG13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Warning: Spoilers up to Shield (10x02)
This is unbetaed and all mistakes are my own. It's just a little something I wrote after Lazarus and it has been on my computer ever since. I own nothing, because if I would Chloe and Oliver would have their own show and Clark Kent would only be a returning guest star.
The bruises on his body were slowly fading. The bruise on his heart was a different story though. It was growing every day. Each second, each moment he didn't know where she was, the bruise on his heart grew more and more purple.
When Oliver had been held hostage he had been okay with it, knowing that Chloe was safe and that she would probably look everywhere for him. That plus the fact that she had told him she loved him. And her tone had been so sincere that there was no doubt that she had truly meant it.
When they had released him he had been happy. Not only because of the fact that there would be no torture anymore, but because of her. Chloe. Oliver would tell her again. He would tell her that he loved her and this time they would be face to face, would have been.
For a second, when his feet had touched the solid pavement, he had had hope, hope of a future with her, hope of a real relationship, not only a non string relationship, friends with benefits, just having fun thing.
And then he had bumped into someone. Chloe as he now knew. In this moment his dreams of a future with her had been - unknown to him - shattered in a million pieces. This had been their last physical contact and they had been so close and yet so far away.
She had exchanged herself for him, had traded her life for his life. For his freedom. For his happiness. Except that he wasn't happy. She was gone and at first he had felt empty and numb. But now he felt a pain that he never knew existed. His heart, his soul, mind body, his whole being ached for her.
He looked at the photo he had taken of her at the McDougal Inn. The last thing he had left of her. Every other piece of her existence had been erased by herself.
The picture had been taken after a long night of bliss. Of intense lovemaking. Of pure happiness. They had made love all night long. And in this night, their relationship had changed somehow. It had been after their fight and the banshee incident. They both had made clear that they were over their significant others Clark and Lois. Lois and Clark had already left the McDougal Inn, but Chloe and Oliver had stayed another night. He had had strong feelings for her before, but it had been this night he had realized he had fallen deeply, irreversibly and madly in love with her. And he was sure that she had felt it too.
Looking at the picture Oliver made a decision. Although they had told him, that Chloe was dead, had shown him footage of it, Oliver knew she was alive and that it wasn't true, couldn't be, because if it was, he would know. They were connected in a way that was so strong and intense there was no way of her being dead without him knowing. He never had a connection like that, but he and Chloe were bonded and he wouldn't give up.
He would search for her and then the bruise on his heart would disappear, just like the bruises on his body.
Category: Smallville
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Author: mia805
Rating: PG13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Warning: Spoilers up to Shield (10x02)
This is unbetaed and all mistakes are my own. It's just a little something I wrote after Lazarus and it has been on my computer ever since. I own nothing, because if I would Chloe and Oliver would have their own show and Clark Kent would only be a returning guest star.
The bruises on his body were slowly fading. The bruise on his heart was a different story though. It was growing every day. Each second, each moment he didn't know where she was, the bruise on his heart grew more and more purple.
When Oliver had been held hostage he had been okay with it, knowing that Chloe was safe and that she would probably look everywhere for him. That plus the fact that she had told him she loved him. And her tone had been so sincere that there was no doubt that she had truly meant it.
When they had released him he had been happy. Not only because of the fact that there would be no torture anymore, but because of her. Chloe. Oliver would tell her again. He would tell her that he loved her and this time they would be face to face, would have been.
For a second, when his feet had touched the solid pavement, he had had hope, hope of a future with her, hope of a real relationship, not only a non string relationship, friends with benefits, just having fun thing.
And then he had bumped into someone. Chloe as he now knew. In this moment his dreams of a future with her had been - unknown to him - shattered in a million pieces. This had been their last physical contact and they had been so close and yet so far away.
She had exchanged herself for him, had traded her life for his life. For his freedom. For his happiness. Except that he wasn't happy. She was gone and at first he had felt empty and numb. But now he felt a pain that he never knew existed. His heart, his soul, mind body, his whole being ached for her.
He looked at the photo he had taken of her at the McDougal Inn. The last thing he had left of her. Every other piece of her existence had been erased by herself.
The picture had been taken after a long night of bliss. Of intense lovemaking. Of pure happiness. They had made love all night long. And in this night, their relationship had changed somehow. It had been after their fight and the banshee incident. They both had made clear that they were over their significant others Clark and Lois. Lois and Clark had already left the McDougal Inn, but Chloe and Oliver had stayed another night. He had had strong feelings for her before, but it had been this night he had realized he had fallen deeply, irreversibly and madly in love with her. And he was sure that she had felt it too.
Looking at the picture Oliver made a decision. Although they had told him, that Chloe was dead, had shown him footage of it, Oliver knew she was alive and that it wasn't true, couldn't be, because if it was, he would know. They were connected in a way that was so strong and intense there was no way of her being dead without him knowing. He never had a connection like that, but he and Chloe were bonded and he wouldn't give up.
He would search for her and then the bruise on his heart would disappear, just like the bruises on his body.