Broken Things...with chloeas

[olliequeen]

Oliver climbed the stairs toward Chloe's apartment, glancing at his watch. He was a couple of minutes late and he cursed the phone conference that had kept him busy longer than he'd intended. When he finally made it to the apartment, he found the door open a little and immediately grew tense.

He could just sense something wasn't right. "Chloe?" he ventured, reaching out and gently pushing the door open, stunned to find the apartment wrecked. Broken glass was everywhere, tables were tipped over, papers scattered.

And Chloe was nowhere to be seen.

"Chloe!" His voice was urgent.

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[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"They're things, Chloe. We're talking about your life." He set the frame down on her dresser and turned to face her fully. "Look, if you don't want to use my guest room, fine. We can call Clark or Lois--"

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

It took a lot of effort for her not to wince but she managed to cut him off with a shake of her head, "I don't mind staying with you, Oliver," as long as I remember my pants while I'm there, "but I... don't want to have to bother you like that."