olliequeen: (Oliver: Worried)
The drive back to the clock tower was long and silent. He wanted to ask her what had happened, but he knew her well enough to know she needed some time to sort it out in her own mind before he started asking questions. It was no secret to anyone who knew them that Chloe and Tess pretty much hated one another, and had since they'd first met. He knew there were a lot of reasons behind that hatred, and frankly he didn't think it was something either of them were going to be getting past anytime in the near future.

He shut the car off once it was in the underground parking lot beneath the tower, and glanced over at her. When she didn't make a move, he slowly climbed out of the car and moved around to the passenger side, opening the door silently and unfastening her seatbelt.

"Put your arms around my neck," he said softly, wincing at the large bruise that was already forming beneath her right eye.
olliequeen: (Arrow: Looking down)
It was a quiet night in Metropolis, Kansas.

Which considering the recent crime-wave that had brought him to the city in the first place, was highly unusual.

He watched the LuthorCorp building silently from a few rooftops away. Maybe it was time to get down to the other thing that had brought him to Kansas. Nodding slightly, he ran across the roof and jumped over to the next building, a little shorter building than the one he'd just been on.

He was about to fire a zipline to the company building when he spotted a figure down below, looking a little too interested in...picking the door lock?

He raised his eyebrows behind the dark glasses he wore and watched her for a moment. He couldn't exactly break in if someone else was already breaking in.

Which meant he'd have to confront her.

At least the night was about to get more interesting.
olliequeen: (Chlollie: in bed | close | gazing)
Oddly enough, as the days came and went in a blur, the two of them fell into a routine of sorts. Wake up in the morning, he would fix breakfast, they'd watch a movie and take Nellie out for a walk on the beach. Then they'd eat lunch--either last night's leftovers, or take-out of some kind. After lunch, it was either napping or another movie, another walk on the beach, and dinner. Then early bed--together in his room, where they lay side-by-side silently until they fell asleep.

Neither of them talked a lot. He had nothing to say, really, that he hadn't already said a hundred times, and he tended to go completely silent if she brought up anything about Green Arrow.
olliequeen: (dreamt I was a better man)
Metropolis was not the same as when he'd left four years ago.

He found himself walking slowly down the sidewalks of the city, a little taken back at how rundown things appeared. Buildings all over the city were littered with graffiti, and many had cracked or even broken windows. There was trash lining the gutters and streets.

Feeling wary, he made his way across the city and to the park, drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly as he sat down on a park bench, rubbing his hands over his face as he stared into the distance, his expression dazed.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Blank)
Oliver stood on the balcony of his penthouse suite apartment that night, staring blankly out over the city, then finished off the glass of whiskey, shutting his eyes as the liquid burned his throat all the way down. Letting out a breath, he pushed himself away from the railing and moved to set the glass down.

Lex Luthor was alive.

He was still trying to wrap his mind around that information. He didn't really understand how it was even possible. He rubbed a hand over his face as he made his way back into the penthouse.

The silence was shattered by the ringing of the telephone. He debated for a moment whether to bother answering it at all. It was either someone from Queen Industries calling with a work question, or it was a telemarketer. It was the only two kinds of calls he ever got.

Sighing as he glanced at the caller ID, he rolled his eyes at the 'Number Unavailable' reading.

Telemarketer.

Awesome.

He picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear. "So what are we selling tonight?" His voice was flat.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Worried)
Oliver hated hospitals.

And if he never saw another one for the rest of his life, it would be too soon. He paced the waiting room floor slowly, back and forth as they awaited news on Michael's condition.

"This is ridiculous," he mumbled.



Tagging order: Chloe, Mia, Michael, Ollie.
olliequeen: (Chlollie: <3)
Within a half hour, this is delivered to Watchtower.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Quiet Contemplation)
Oliver slowly paced the length of the room as they awaited the blood test results. He knew that Bart would be there shortly with Mia, and he'd sent another text to Michael letting them know where they were and that he should come, too. The rest of the team--AC, Vic, and Dinah, along with Clark--he assumed--were out on the streets trying to round up the Belle Reeve escapees.

But that situation couldn't be farther from his mind right then.

Not when he was about to find out whether or not he was about to be a father.

Every time he started thinking about that, he tried to make himself stop, to little avail. He didn't know the first thing about being a dad. He certainly didn't know anything about babies. Sure, he hadn't managed to screw up Mia and Mike in the weeks they were five year olds, but that didn't mean he was qualified for anything more than that.

On the other hand, the thought of a tiny life growing inside of Chloe, the idea that it was a tiny life the two of them had created from love, made his chest feel warm. And he couldn't help but hope that her instincts were right.

He wasn't aware of the fact that he was pacing until he heard Chloe clear her throat from where she sat on the exam table.

Posting order: Chloe, Lois, Mia, Michael, Ollie.
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Smiling at one another)
He was grinning as he made his way into Watchtower a little after noon that day. He hadn't been entirely honest with her before when he'd told her was taking the afternoon off. Truthfully he'd taken the whole day off. But the white lie was a necessary evil for what he had planned.

"Chloe?" He glanced around, then grinned when he spotted her upstairs at one of the computers.
olliequeen: (Arrow/Watchtower: Kissing)
Oliver quietly shut the door to the room Michael and Mia were now both asleep in. Usually they slept in different rooms, but they'd been playing and Michael had fallen asleep. Plus they were just little kids. He wasn't too worried about it.

...yet.

He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, making his way down the hall and spotting Chloe as she made her way in the front door. He smiled faintly. It felt like it had been an eternity since he'd last seen her, even if it had just been since that morning at breakfast. But it had been a brief time, and that's the way all of their meetings seemed to be these days. Especially since Michael and Mia had been turned into kids.

Between working and researching ways to turn them back, and taking care of them, and obligations as Green Arrow and Watchtower, there had been very little to just be Oliver Queen and Chloe Sullivan.

"Hey." His voice was soft.
olliequeen: (Pissy)
Oliver's jaw was tight as he paced the floor of Watchtower.

He'd dealt with a lot of weird things since he'd first come to Kansas. Meteor infected people trying to kill his friends, aliens from other planets, and even an artificial intelligence possessing Chloe.

But demons?

That was a whole new level of weird, even for him.


Posting order: Michael, Chloe, Mia, Ollie.
olliequeen: ((With Chloe and Mia) Not just about bloo)
Oliver was sitting in one of the rolling chairs on the main floor of Watchtower, waiting for Mia to get home from school. There was a bit of yellow paint on his left hand. He glanced sideways to where Chloe was sitting a few feet away, and smiled at her.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the back of his chair. They had quite a few surprises in store for Mia that afternoon and he was lookiing forward to it.

Posting order: Mia, Chloe, Ollie.
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Teasing almost kiss)
Oliver stood on her doorstep less than fifteen minutes later, a single red rose in his hand as he knocked and waited. He was well-aware of what she'd been up to that afternoon with texting him while he was in a board meeting. She'd clearly learned that anticipation was almost as fun as the rest of their time together.

And he was full of anticipation.



(NC-17 in this thread.)
olliequeen: (lipbite | looking down | sad)
The trip from Kansas to Missouri had taken a little over an hour, and thanks to the very high tech GPS tracking system in Chloe's laptop, it had only taken forty minutes to drive from the airport through St. Louis evening traffic to the motel where Michael and Mia were staying.

He glanced at her computer screen before they climbed out of the car, heading over to room #7. Raising his hand, he knocked on the door and looked at Chloe warily.

Order: Chloe, Mia, Michael, Ollie.
olliequeen: (Tired CEO)
Oliver sat in the back of his limo, his head resting back against the seat as he picked up his cell phone and dialed the familiar number. He was back in Metropolis for a couple of days--an emergency board meeting had been called for the next day and while he dreaded it, he was looking forward to seeing Chloe, at least. If he got to see her. It had all been a last minute thing and he hadn't had time to let her know ahead of time he would be there. He was hoping she didn't already have other plans.

He pressed the phone to his ear and waited.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Big Grin)
Oliver was relieved that both Mia and Michael had agreed to the little impromptu ice cream evening Chloe had suggested. He thought after the last few weeks, they could all use a little downtime together, doing something casual and relaxed for a change. Not that Hawaii hadn't been nice. But with everything that had happened since they'd gotten back, it seemed like a distant dream.

(posting order: Chloe, Mia, Mike, Ollie.)
olliequeen: (Oliver: Guilt)
Oliver hadn't slept. Despite the fact he hadn't been sleeping well the last few weeks, he usually got at least a couple hours of rest every night. But not that night. That night he was wide awake, afraid that if he fell asleep, Chloe would never wake up. It haunted him at night.

Even months after she'd healed him, brought him back from the dead, died herself and somehow recovered, his mind tormented him with it. And in those dreams, she never recovered. It all felt too familiar for sleep to take him.

So he stayed awake, holding her, watching her, listening to the sound of her quiet, even breathing. His chest was tight with fear. Any breath could be her last, he thought, feeling vaguely ill.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Satisfied Grin)
The jet ride from Kansas to Hawaii had been long, and most of them had dozed off and on during it. It had been a long time since he'd been to Hawaii, and he had been looking forward to it now more than he had even the first time he'd gone. And now, as he lay back on one of the sandy white beaches of Kauai, sunglasses on and a pina colada in one hand, he smiled, listening to the quiet sounds of the ocean lapping at the beach.



[Feel free to start your own threads here, and mingle with everyone else, threadjack, etc. Have fun!]
olliequeen: (Oliver: Half Smile)
Oliver knocked softly on the door to Chloe's new apartment. Once the power had returned the night before, they had finally managed to get out of the elevator and used his phone to call Bart. Sure enough, the younger man had sped to Metropolis before Chloe had even hung up the phone, and between the three of them, had all of her things moved out and her bed put together before Midnight.

He hadn't slept once he'd arrived back at the clock tower. Instead, he'd gone out patrolling. It had been awhile since the last time he'd patrolled Metropolis. It was different from Star City in a lot of ways. More dangerous in some ways and less in others. After all, Metropolis had the Red-Blue Blur looking after it, as well. Still. It was a hell of a big city for one man to look after alone. Sure, Clark was capable of it. But Oliver didn't like feeling useless. And if he helped make the place even a little bit safer for its occupants, than it was worth it.

When he arrived mid-morning the next day, he hadn't slept in nearly twenty four hours. He was used to the lack of sleep anyway. He held the small gift behind his back as he waited for her to answer her door.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Guilt)
The Watchtower was quiet.

Even though they'd arrived home with Mia over an hour ago, they had all been pretty silent. Emil had allowed Mia to leave under the condition she get plenty of rest at least for the next twenty-four hours, so she was currently curled up asleep--or at least feigning sleep very well (with Mia it was almost impossible to tell)--in her bed. He stood in the doorway of her room, listening intently. Occasionally he heard the faint sound of Chloe's heels on the floor below, and the electronic whirring noise of all the computers.

He leaned his head against the wooden frame of the door, as if simply watching over her would keep her safe. He knew better.

Oliver drew in a breath and let it out slowly, folding his arms across his chest. He heard footsteps on the stairs and he resisted the urge to look over his shoulder, even when he felt the familiar touch land there a moment later. He shut his eyes for a second, then turned slowly, his expression uncertain as he met Chloe's eyes.

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