I do not own any rights to the show Smallville or any of its characters. (Sad to say.)
I took direct dialogue from Conspiracy to set up my story and would like to credit the excellent writers, Al Septien and Turi Meyer.
"Come on . . . concentrate," Chloe spoke out loud trying to get herself to focus on the computer in front of her. She stifled a yawn, then opened up her music file and picked a fast tempo song to play in hopes that it would help her stay alert. It wasn't making matters any better that not only was she struggling to stay awake, but when her mind was actually coherent, it kept wandering to a certain brown-eyed, blond haired man who had been invading her thoughts a lot lately. All of this was making it difficult to keep her attention on the important task she was working on.
Almost as if on cue, that very brown-eyed, blond walked into her apartment, and quickly, she closed the page on the screen.
"Just the interruption I was hoping for," Chloe said as she walked over to Oliver, quite pleased to see him. She knew she might as well forget about getting any work done today. She had other things on her mind now.
Oliver, curiously enough, did not say a word, but looked around the apartment, then walked over to her computer where he turned up the volume button, making the music she had been playing softly in the background, much louder.
He then walked over to her and drew his handsome face close to hers.
"I like where this is going Romeo, but you might want to put on some softer music," said Chloe, excitedly anticipating where this might lead. Instead he said something that seemed like it came out of left field.
"This is not a booty call."
Chloe blinked her eyes rapidly, rendered speechless by his comment.
"I think Tess Mercer might be listening," Oliver continued quietly, confusing Chloe even more.
"She is up to something and it involves you. She came by my office today with evidence that someone has been siphoning money from my company," he said straight forwardly.
"You're stealing from me."
"It's not like that," Chloe managed to say, the blood rushing from her face.
"Right. A lot of women have used me for my money. I never expected it from you," he answered, staring directly into her eyes.
"I wasn't stealing from you Oliver. I was borrowing the cash. I am buying insurance for the entire planet."
Chloe felt as though the wind had been knocked from her. She was certain she had covered all her bases with the "borrowing" of his money, and had expected to be able to rectify the situation before it was discovered; in fact, she had been working on that for a while now. It was what she had been dealing with when he came in.
Finally she managed to break from his steely gaze.
"Follow me," she said as she grabbed her coat and walked toward the door. "I will show you what your money can buy."
They both got into his car and drove off, with Chloe giving directions.
Other than an occasional, "turn here," it was an uncomfortably silent car ride, and the two arrived at an old junk yard and body shop just as night had fallen. She led him to an abandoned truck container. Chloe then took a key out of her pocket and unlocked the padlock that was wrapped around the door handles. She stepped back, and let Oliver open the doors. He walked inside and was shocked by what he saw.
Shining his flashlight around, he observed hundreds of crates lining the walls of the truck bed.
He rifled through some of the boxes. "Kryptonite weapons? This is what you've been spending all my money on? Something that can kill Clark?" he asked incredulously as he picked up a knife with the familiar green mineral.
"They're to protect all of us including Clark from Zod and all those other Kandorians," Chloe said as she too stepped inside the truck.
"I don't understand. I thought you were helping set them all up with licenses and passports," Oliver replied, still confused by her actions.
"All the Id's I gave Clark have computer tracking chips in them," Chloe confided.
Oliver looked at her in shock.
"I want to keep an eye on the visitors from another planet," she replied matter of factly.
"Well, welcome to 1984, the Sullivan edition," he said sarcastically.
"Look, Ollie I'm sorry, okay? But I didn't have a choice. Our friend's moral compass has gotten us lost more than once. I am not okay with just sitting back and trusting Clark again."
As much as it pained Chloe to say that, she just knew it was true. She would always be loyal to Clark, but his allegiance was torn right now. She was beginning to look towards a more hopeful future, and it felt good to feel alive again. She was not going to let Clark, the Kandorians, or anyone else mess that up.
Still trying to take this all in, Oliver shut the doors and locked it back up again. They got back in the car and drove off. Chloe was most definitely wide awake now.