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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[chloeas.livejournal.com]

Another pile of files and she finally stood up, a thought suddenly occurring to her, "do you think it could have been Lex?" She stood up straight, turning to face him.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

His fingers tightened around the frame a little more, his mouth setting in a hard line. "Nothing would surprise me when it comes to Lex," he responded tensely. God help him if he found out that's who was behind this mess. On a good day, Oliver could barely tolerate the man's existance. And this was not turning out to be a good day.

"You can't stay here, Chloe."

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

She frowned at that and shook her head a little, "whoever was in here already got what they were looking for, Oliver, I doubt they are coming back." Sure, if they broke in once, they could break in again, but if she could figure out what was missing then why would they come back?

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He looked at her skeptically. "Chloe, why take the risk? Especially if Lex may be involved." He frowned deeply, shaking his head. "It's not safe."

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

"What do you want me to do? Just leave all my things?" She frowned back at him, besides she was sure he would tell her to go over and stay with him, which, based on the previous night, could turn out to be highly uncomfortable.

[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."