Twist of Fate 1/?
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luminare91Title: Twist of Fate
Summary: Oliver finds himself at Smallville High where he meets Chloe and discovers the world of Meta-humans. But will his newfound happiness be threatened by the presence of an old enemy?
Rating: PG-13 (Mostly for mild language and violence in later chapters. I don't see it going any further, but if it does, the rating will change accordingly.)
Warning: This is mostly AU. I plan to work in as much from the series as I can, but the timeline is completely mine and character ages have been changed as I see fit. Oliver's only a year older than Chloe in this. She already knows about Clark's powers. And Lois is living with Chloe.
Relationships: Chlollie, Clois (just a teeny tiny bit)
Author's note: This is my first ever Fanfic of any kind, so please be kind, but review tons, because I could definitely use the feedback. I also don't know how reliable I will be with updates, but I will try not to keep you waiting too much. Also, I have no Beta, so any mistakes are completely my own.
Chapter 1
Chloe wove her way through the crowded halls of Smallville High, trying desperately to balance her coffee cup in one hand, keep her backpack from sliding down her arm, and avoid slamming into someone all at the same time. She was late and she knew it. Of all the days for Clark to call wanting to investigate the latest meteor freak in Smallville and insist on checking something out before school, he had to pick today. And being the insatiable reporter that she was, Chloe hadn’t been able to turn him down. She still didn’t get why he hadn’t just called Pete, but the prospect of ferreting out the secrets of Smallville had been too intriguing to pass up. Now she was ten minutes late for a meeting with the new student she was supposed to be showing around school. Not the best impression one could make. Draining the last of her coffee from the cup, Chloe dropped the empty container into the nearest trashcan before shifting the strap of backpack into a more comfortable position and bolting down the hall as fast as possible.
A few minutes later she was rounding the corner into the front office. She was slightly out of breath as she paused, scanning the room for the new student.
He wasn’t hard to spot. Smallville was a tiny place. Chloe, despite having not grown up there, knew everyone, so he would have stood out anyway. But that wasn’t why she noticed him. He was hot. Even sitting down, she could tell that he would tower over her. Considering she was only five three, that wasn’t hard to do. He had blonde hair, a slight tan, was lean, and well muscled. Chloe immediately shoved her hand in her bag and dug out the piece of paper she’d been given with his name on it.
“Oliver Queen,” she murmured. The name sounded familiar. She’d have to look it up later.
Stuffing the paper back into her bag, Chloe hurried across the room.
“Oh, my god,” she said, still slightly breathless, as soon as she was in earshot. “I am so sorry I’m late. My friend had a homework emergency last night and I overslept. I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I’m Chloe Sullivan.”
Chloe almost winced at how easily the lie came. She was naturally a very truthful person. Exposing the truth was half the reason she wanted to be a journalist. She had always thought people had a right to know the truth. Unfortunately, one of the first things she had learned when she had discovered that her best friends was an intergalactic traveler from another planet, was that sometimes the truth was better buried. Clark never would have had a moment’s peace if people knew that he was an alien with superpowers. And then there were the meteor freaks. No matter how many articles she published or how much evidence she gathered, no one would ever believed her.
Oliver looked up at the sound of the slightly breathless female voice that pierced his thoughts. He found himself looking at a petite, curvy blonde. Her cheeks were tinged with red and she was breathing a little heavily. She was eyeing him almost sheepishly.
He stretched out a hand cordially. “Oliver. And you didn’t keep me waiting too long.”
A wide grin stretched across Chloe’s face as she accepted. “Nice to meet you. If you want, I can give you a quick tour of the school before class starts.”
“Sounds great.” He hoped she wouldn’t notice the false positivity he was forcing into his voice. But one look at her face as he stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, was enough to tell him that she’d caught on.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that you don’t want to be in Smallville,” Chloe said, glancing at him as she led the way down the hall.
Oliver sighed. “What gave me away?” he deadpanned.
“You mean other than the fact that you look less than thrilled to be here?”
“And here I thought I was hiding that,” Oliver replied dryly.
Chloe chuckled softly and shrugged. “Smallville definitely isn’t the most interesting place to be. For entertainment we have the local coffee shop and cow tipping. It’s not the big a stretch to assume that you’d rather be somewhere else. It’s not the big a deal,” she added quickly. “I felt the same way when my dad moved us here from Metropolis. What brings you out here, anyway?”
She knew immediately that she’d crossed a line. Oliver’s face hardened and his eyes became blank. She could feel the tension rolling off his body.
“If it’s something you don’t want to talk about you don’t have to,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just kinda in my nature to ask questions. I’m the editor of the Torch, that’s the school paper. And well, I’m really the only reporter and sometimes I don’t know when to to quit, so feel free to tell me to shut up, which I should totally do now, shouldn’t I?”
She felt her cheeks warm. “Sorry about that. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous or embarrassed. The first doesn’t happen to often. The second all the time. I have a knack for putting my foot in my mouth. So anyway, this is the gym...”
Oliver was only half listening as Chloe abruptly changed the subject to the layout of the school. No one had ever read him like that. After his parents’ death and with everything else in his life, he’d gotten good at masking his feelings. Chloe had had no idea that the reason for his transfer was a sore subject, that everything it entailed was painful for him to think about. Frankly, he didn’t blame her for asking the question. It was the standard first question for the new kid. What amazed him, was how quickly she changed tact. It was refreshing.
The bell rang, breaking through his thoughts and Chloe’s monologue about which classrooms were on which hall. She glanced around at the student’s filing into the various rooms before catching Oliver’s eye.
“What’s your first class?” she asked. “I can show you where it is.”
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have to get to class?”
“Nope. I have a free period. Well, actually, I’m supposed to be working at the Torch.” She grinned. “Being editor gets me a lot of extra credit and time off.”
He pulled his schedule out of his pocket and handed it to her. Chloe took the paper, slightly surprised that he hadn’t just told her. She quickly glanced at it and handed it back.
“This way,” she said, starting down the hall. Chloe was mentally kicking herself. She knew she’d said something wrong when she’d asked Oliver why he’d moved to Smallville. And of course she had to further put her foot in her mouth by rambling on about the stupid school. She clearly hadn’t had enough caffeine that morning, which could be attributed to Clark and his damn meteor freak problem. She’d probably convinced Oliver that Smallville was just as backward and ignorant as he’d assumed it would be.
Way to go Sullivan, she snapped angrily.
Chloe stopped in front of the door to the science lab. She quickly plastered a wide smile onto her face before turning back to Oliver.
“Here you are. I’ve heard that Mr. Schwartz is the most boring teacher in school,” she warned. “Try not to fall asleep.”
A small smirk pulled at Oliver’s lips. “I’ll keep that under advisement. Thanks for the tour.”
She smiled wider. “No problem. If you have any questions, the Torch is right down the hall. And if you can’t find me there, try the Talon. I’m addicted to coffee, or so Clark says. I’m usually there for a pick-me-up after school. Good luck with the rest of the day.”
Chloe spun on her heel and hurried down the hall, mind already focused on the mystery she and Clark had encountered that morning and off the fact that she’d made a fool of herself in front of the new guy.
Oliver watched her go, completely oblivious to the other students pushing past him. He got the feeling he’d offended her somehow or that she just didn’t like him. For some reason, that bothered him. He hadn’t cared what people thought of him in a long time. So why did some tiny little reporter suddenly seem so damn important?
Shaking his head, he entered the classroom and gazed around for an empty seat. His heart stopped at the sight of a familiar figure seated at the back of the classroom. Of all the places to run into his old schoolmate, it had to be Smallville high. What were the odds they would both end up in some small town in Kansas? For a moment, Oliver contemplated the possibility that he was wrong and that he was looking at someone else. But then the figure raised his head and, as though sensing Oliver’s gaze, looked right at him.
The name fell from Oliver’s lips like a curse.
“Lex.”
Chapter 2
Summary: Oliver finds himself at Smallville High where he meets Chloe and discovers the world of Meta-humans. But will his newfound happiness be threatened by the presence of an old enemy?
Rating: PG-13 (Mostly for mild language and violence in later chapters. I don't see it going any further, but if it does, the rating will change accordingly.)
Warning: This is mostly AU. I plan to work in as much from the series as I can, but the timeline is completely mine and character ages have been changed as I see fit. Oliver's only a year older than Chloe in this. She already knows about Clark's powers. And Lois is living with Chloe.
Relationships: Chlollie, Clois (just a teeny tiny bit)
Author's note: This is my first ever Fanfic of any kind, so please be kind, but review tons, because I could definitely use the feedback. I also don't know how reliable I will be with updates, but I will try not to keep you waiting too much. Also, I have no Beta, so any mistakes are completely my own.
Chapter 1
Chloe wove her way through the crowded halls of Smallville High, trying desperately to balance her coffee cup in one hand, keep her backpack from sliding down her arm, and avoid slamming into someone all at the same time. She was late and she knew it. Of all the days for Clark to call wanting to investigate the latest meteor freak in Smallville and insist on checking something out before school, he had to pick today. And being the insatiable reporter that she was, Chloe hadn’t been able to turn him down. She still didn’t get why he hadn’t just called Pete, but the prospect of ferreting out the secrets of Smallville had been too intriguing to pass up. Now she was ten minutes late for a meeting with the new student she was supposed to be showing around school. Not the best impression one could make. Draining the last of her coffee from the cup, Chloe dropped the empty container into the nearest trashcan before shifting the strap of backpack into a more comfortable position and bolting down the hall as fast as possible.
A few minutes later she was rounding the corner into the front office. She was slightly out of breath as she paused, scanning the room for the new student.
He wasn’t hard to spot. Smallville was a tiny place. Chloe, despite having not grown up there, knew everyone, so he would have stood out anyway. But that wasn’t why she noticed him. He was hot. Even sitting down, she could tell that he would tower over her. Considering she was only five three, that wasn’t hard to do. He had blonde hair, a slight tan, was lean, and well muscled. Chloe immediately shoved her hand in her bag and dug out the piece of paper she’d been given with his name on it.
“Oliver Queen,” she murmured. The name sounded familiar. She’d have to look it up later.
Stuffing the paper back into her bag, Chloe hurried across the room.
“Oh, my god,” she said, still slightly breathless, as soon as she was in earshot. “I am so sorry I’m late. My friend had a homework emergency last night and I overslept. I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I’m Chloe Sullivan.”
Chloe almost winced at how easily the lie came. She was naturally a very truthful person. Exposing the truth was half the reason she wanted to be a journalist. She had always thought people had a right to know the truth. Unfortunately, one of the first things she had learned when she had discovered that her best friends was an intergalactic traveler from another planet, was that sometimes the truth was better buried. Clark never would have had a moment’s peace if people knew that he was an alien with superpowers. And then there were the meteor freaks. No matter how many articles she published or how much evidence she gathered, no one would ever believed her.
Oliver looked up at the sound of the slightly breathless female voice that pierced his thoughts. He found himself looking at a petite, curvy blonde. Her cheeks were tinged with red and she was breathing a little heavily. She was eyeing him almost sheepishly.
He stretched out a hand cordially. “Oliver. And you didn’t keep me waiting too long.”
A wide grin stretched across Chloe’s face as she accepted. “Nice to meet you. If you want, I can give you a quick tour of the school before class starts.”
“Sounds great.” He hoped she wouldn’t notice the false positivity he was forcing into his voice. But one look at her face as he stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, was enough to tell him that she’d caught on.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that you don’t want to be in Smallville,” Chloe said, glancing at him as she led the way down the hall.
Oliver sighed. “What gave me away?” he deadpanned.
“You mean other than the fact that you look less than thrilled to be here?”
“And here I thought I was hiding that,” Oliver replied dryly.
Chloe chuckled softly and shrugged. “Smallville definitely isn’t the most interesting place to be. For entertainment we have the local coffee shop and cow tipping. It’s not the big a stretch to assume that you’d rather be somewhere else. It’s not the big a deal,” she added quickly. “I felt the same way when my dad moved us here from Metropolis. What brings you out here, anyway?”
She knew immediately that she’d crossed a line. Oliver’s face hardened and his eyes became blank. She could feel the tension rolling off his body.
“If it’s something you don’t want to talk about you don’t have to,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just kinda in my nature to ask questions. I’m the editor of the Torch, that’s the school paper. And well, I’m really the only reporter and sometimes I don’t know when to to quit, so feel free to tell me to shut up, which I should totally do now, shouldn’t I?”
She felt her cheeks warm. “Sorry about that. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous or embarrassed. The first doesn’t happen to often. The second all the time. I have a knack for putting my foot in my mouth. So anyway, this is the gym...”
Oliver was only half listening as Chloe abruptly changed the subject to the layout of the school. No one had ever read him like that. After his parents’ death and with everything else in his life, he’d gotten good at masking his feelings. Chloe had had no idea that the reason for his transfer was a sore subject, that everything it entailed was painful for him to think about. Frankly, he didn’t blame her for asking the question. It was the standard first question for the new kid. What amazed him, was how quickly she changed tact. It was refreshing.
The bell rang, breaking through his thoughts and Chloe’s monologue about which classrooms were on which hall. She glanced around at the student’s filing into the various rooms before catching Oliver’s eye.
“What’s your first class?” she asked. “I can show you where it is.”
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have to get to class?”
“Nope. I have a free period. Well, actually, I’m supposed to be working at the Torch.” She grinned. “Being editor gets me a lot of extra credit and time off.”
He pulled his schedule out of his pocket and handed it to her. Chloe took the paper, slightly surprised that he hadn’t just told her. She quickly glanced at it and handed it back.
“This way,” she said, starting down the hall. Chloe was mentally kicking herself. She knew she’d said something wrong when she’d asked Oliver why he’d moved to Smallville. And of course she had to further put her foot in her mouth by rambling on about the stupid school. She clearly hadn’t had enough caffeine that morning, which could be attributed to Clark and his damn meteor freak problem. She’d probably convinced Oliver that Smallville was just as backward and ignorant as he’d assumed it would be.
Way to go Sullivan, she snapped angrily.
Chloe stopped in front of the door to the science lab. She quickly plastered a wide smile onto her face before turning back to Oliver.
“Here you are. I’ve heard that Mr. Schwartz is the most boring teacher in school,” she warned. “Try not to fall asleep.”
A small smirk pulled at Oliver’s lips. “I’ll keep that under advisement. Thanks for the tour.”
She smiled wider. “No problem. If you have any questions, the Torch is right down the hall. And if you can’t find me there, try the Talon. I’m addicted to coffee, or so Clark says. I’m usually there for a pick-me-up after school. Good luck with the rest of the day.”
Chloe spun on her heel and hurried down the hall, mind already focused on the mystery she and Clark had encountered that morning and off the fact that she’d made a fool of herself in front of the new guy.
Oliver watched her go, completely oblivious to the other students pushing past him. He got the feeling he’d offended her somehow or that she just didn’t like him. For some reason, that bothered him. He hadn’t cared what people thought of him in a long time. So why did some tiny little reporter suddenly seem so damn important?
Shaking his head, he entered the classroom and gazed around for an empty seat. His heart stopped at the sight of a familiar figure seated at the back of the classroom. Of all the places to run into his old schoolmate, it had to be Smallville high. What were the odds they would both end up in some small town in Kansas? For a moment, Oliver contemplated the possibility that he was wrong and that he was looking at someone else. But then the figure raised his head and, as though sensing Oliver’s gaze, looked right at him.
The name fell from Oliver’s lips like a curse.
“Lex.”
Chapter 2
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Date: 2011-02-12 05:00 am (UTC)I also didn't catch grammar mistakes or anything, so I think you're safe even without a beta. I only caught one typo. "Chloe spun on her heal", I think that was supposed to be heel.
So, nice job, hope to see more soon!
Also, because I've no shame, I'd loooove to see some hurt/comfort in this fic somewhere along the way. Maybe Chloe gets hurt or needs rescue and instead of being saved by the alien bff, she's saved by the blonde billionaire. lol... I've just remembered how often Chloe would require a trip to the hospital in the early seasons. =D
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Date: 2011-02-12 01:06 pm (UTC)I always love to read any story with the plot Chloe, Clark, and Oliver are in the same high school. But, Lex ?? :O
Well, let's see where you're gonna bring us with this story.. ;)
And you have my word, this is gonna be great !
Keep updating, please ! as soon as possible. ☺
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Date: 2011-02-12 06:58 pm (UTC)this was awesome!!! i hope we get an update soon!
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Date: 2011-02-13 01:18 am (UTC)I love the idea of everyone going to Smallville High...very VERY interesting. In addition, you've written both characters wonderfully. Chloe's rambling was so adorable and funny. Can't wait for your next update :D
~Darlene~
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Date: 2011-02-13 04:21 am (UTC)Oh! I like your icon!
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