Twist of Fate 8/?
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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)
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
Oliver grabbed Chloe’s wrist and towed her out of the building. She struggled valiantly to keep up, but the combination of his much longer legs, her confining skirt, and high heels was making it difficult. She nearly tripped twice and it was only his hand that kept her from face-planting.
Grinning broadly, he helped her into the passenger seat of his car before jumping in behind the wheel. As they pulled out of the parking lot, his hand found hers again. He laced his fingers through hers. Chloe felt a blush warm her cheeks just slightly at the simple gesture. Aside from a little cuddling and a couple of innocent kisses on her cheek, they hadn’t been intimate in anyway. Hell, they hadn’t even talked about anything yet. That was definitely on the list of things she wanted to do that weekend. There was no denying their attraction and she didn’t want to, but she needed some ground rules and definitions. After everything that had happened with Clark, she needed to be sure she knew exactly what was going.
A few minutes later, they arrived at Oliver’s apartment. Before Chloe could move, he was out of his seat and around the car, opening her door and pulling her out.
A smirk pulled at her lips, even as nervousness clawed at her belly. She knew his reputation and suddenly she was wondering what his definition of “fun” was. “You seem awfully eager,” she said, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. “What exactly do you have planned?”
Oliver started and spun around to face her. They were standing in the elevator on the way up to the penthouse. Chloe was acutely aware of just how small the space was when Oliver loomed over her and instantly regretted her words and what they could possibly mean. His chest was tight. He’d heard the hesitation in her voice and had abruptly realized what it looked like he was doing. He could hardly blame her for jumping to that conclusion. As much as he hated to admit it, too many of the tabloid stories were true. Oliver gently laid his hands on her arms. When she refused to look up at him, he slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her face up.
“I’m not going to push you into anything before either of us is ready for it,” he said softly. “I don’t like admitting this, but it’s the truth, so I will. A lot of those stories about me are true.” He ducked his head slightly in shame, but didn’t break eye contact. When he spoke again, he voice was even more quiet. “I don’t want that to happen to us. This isn’t about that for me. And I don’t want to you think that it is.”
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Oliver moved away from Chloe and walked into his apartment. For a moment, she stood frozen. Then she hurried out after him and caught his hand, pulling him around to face her.
“I didn’t think that,” she assured him in a whisper. “Don’t get me wrong, the thought crossed my mind that...” she hesitated slightly, stumbling over the word before managing to continue, “...that might be where you were headed, but I never thought that’s all you wanted.”
Sighing, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.
Her forehead furrowed in confusion and she pulled away slightly to look him in the eye again.. “Done what?”
“Been in an actual relationship.”
Chloe’s face softened and she smiled slightly. “Me either. But we’ll figure it out together.”
“I just don’t want you to think that this is like all those stories in the tabloids,” Oliver murmured, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m not proud of all of that. You’re not like anyone else. And I want to do this right.”
Her heart melted. Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. A moment passed before her pulled her close, burying his face against her skin. They stood like that for a long moment, just holding each other and reveling in the feel of their bodies pressed together. Then, Chloe pulled away and eyed Oliver with smile.
“Now didn’t you say something about fun?”
He grinned slowly. “Yeah. Go grab your bathing suit. We’re going to the beach.”
“What?” she squeaked. “It’s October!”
“And we’re in California,” he reminded her.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe headed down the guest room. She was immensely glad that Lois had stopped her on her way out the door the other day and insisted on packing her bag. She knew her cousin had thrown in her bikini.
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“Are you going to spend the whole day just laying there?”
Chloe cracked an eye open. She was laying on a towel on the beach. They’d only been there for about forty-five minutes. It hadn’t been her intention to start sunbathing. Being naturally pale, the first thing Oliver had done when they got there was slather her in sunscreen. He, of course, hadn’t needed any and had proceeded to jump into the water while she made herself comfortable and waited for the sunscreen to set in so it wouldn’t be washed off. But the feel of the sun warming her skin was intoxicating and beyond relaxing. She no longer had any desire to move.
“Chloe!”
Ignoring him, she closed her eyes and burrowed further into the towel, wiggling her toes into the sand. Oliver, who was standing knee-deep in the water, shook his head.
“Seriously?” he shouted. “You’re not gonna move?”
“This is the first time I’ve been to the beach,” she shouted back. “I’m going to enjoy it.”
Oliver shook his head. She’d never been to a beach and her idea of fun was laying on a towel. The water was crystal clear and the perfect temperature. That particular stretch of beach was one of his favorites. It was secluded, but not too difficult to get to. There were tide pools not too far away that were always teeming with life. It was just in general peaceful. And she was going to lay there and probably fall asleep.
Yeah, he thought to himself, not going to happen.
As quietly as he could, Oliver slipped out of the ocean and walked across the sand toward where Chloe lay on her towel. The bright purple fabric of her bikini clung to her body, highlighting her curves. When she’d taken off the sundress so he could put sunscreen on her back, Oliver had almost swallowed his tongue.
The gentle sound of the surf masked his footsteps. Careful to stay out of the direct sunlight so his shadow wouldn’t hit her, he stalked closer. Chloe hummed contentedly beneath her breath. It was almost a pity to disturb her. Almost.
Before she knew what happened, Oliver scooped her into his arms and ran toward the water’s edge. Gasping, Chloe grabbed at his shoulder to steady herself. Catching sight of the wicked grin on his face, she realized what he intended and pushed against his chest in a futile attempt to get free.
“Don’t you dare even think about it,” she hissed, smacking him when he wouldn’t let go.
Oliver only grinned more broadly, arching an eyebrow, and tossed her into the ocean.
She squealed as she hit the water. Bobbing to the surface a second later, she spluttered and scrambled to get her footing. Oliver laughed at the sight. The water came up to her chest and her hair was plastered across her face. Chloe shot a glare at him and was almost knocked over by a wave that hit her square in the back. Oliver laughed again.
“Isn’t this so much more fun than laying on a towel?” he teased.
Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “Oh I’ll show you fun!”
Without warning, she launched herself toward him. Taken by surprise, Oliver fell backward beneath the water. He came up, shaking the water from his face. Chloe smirked triumphantly.
An all out water war ensued. They chased each other down the beach, splashing each other and laughing. Chloe did her best to out run him, but his long legs were a definite advantage in the water. Oliver caught her about the waist and threw her back in the water. Scrambling to her feet again, she tried to knock him back again, but to no avail. He simply planted his feet and caught her, dumping her in the water again. Sitting on her butt in the water, she glared up at him. He simply grinned in return. Chloe kicked her feet in the water, sending droplets arching toward him. Chuckling at her antics, Oliver raised a hand across his face. Taking advantage of his distraction, she tackled his legs, sending him sprawling.
He easily tossed her off of him and rolled onto his side. Knowing she was in trouble, she scrambled to her feet and took off across the sand, giggling as she ran. For a moment, Oliver stood there admiring her as she ran. Her carefree laugh drifted back toward him, warming him from the inside. Being around her had become intoxicating. He barely knew her, but at the same time it felt like they’d always been together. He smiled to himself and when she had a decent start, he took off after her.
When he caught her, Oliver spun Chloe around, but didn’t throw her in the water again. Instead, he set her back on her feet and grabbed her hand and pulled her down the beach to the tide pools. They spent hours climbing over the rocks, exploring the pools. Chloe spent twenty minutes lying on her stomach, staring into a small pool that contained fish and crabs, just watching them until he pulled her away to see the other wonders of the beach. As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the stretch of beach where their stuff was spread out.
Chloe collapsed, panting heavily, at the edge of the water. She was completely soaked (Oliver had thrown her in the water again), utterly exhausted, and happier than she’d been in a very long time. Smiling gently, Oliver came to sit beside her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. For a long moment they sat in silence. The feel of his skin against hers sent a thrill through her entire body.
He started idly playing with her hair, caressing the nape of her neck. Sighing, Chloe leaned further into his side, resting her head against his shoulder. For the first time in a long time, she felt peaceful.
Soon the sky was painted with a thousand different colors. Oliver looked down at Chloe. She glanced up and quirked an eyebrow.
“What?” she asked.
Before he could stop himself or talk himself out of it, Oliver bent down and pressed his lips against hers. Fire shot through them both at the contact, as though electricity was dancing across their skin. Chloe moaned slightly and returned the kiss, shifting slightly so that she was closer to him. Oliver wrapped an arm about her waist and pulled her closer still. Lightly, he traced her lips with her tongue, making her shiver. Reflexively, her mouth parted slightly. Oliver buried his fingers in her hair, tilting her head slightly to gain better access. Their tongues met, and the fire they felt intensified.
The kiss seemed to last for a moment and for eternity. When Chloe pulled away, she was gasping for breath and her heart was racing. Panting himself, Oliver pressed another light kiss to her lips before chuckling quietly.
“Care to share with the rest of the class?”
He smiled softly. “I’m falling for you, but I barely know you. Chloe, I want to know everything. Will you...will you tell me about yourself?”
Chloe glanced at the sky, which was quickly turning dark, then looked back to Oliver. “Tell you what. Why don’t we go back to your apartment and get something to eat and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
Oliver stood and offered her a hand. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”
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They spent the night swapping stories over chinese takeout. Chloe told him of the many meteor freaks she’d encountered. The number of times she’d landed in the hospital had caused him to raise his eyebrows in astonishment. Then she’d told him about her parents, how her dad had raised her and how she’d found her mother in the mental institution and how much that scared her. At that, he’d pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. She’d swallowed the tears that had threatened to spill down her cheeks and went on, talking about her friends, and growing up in Metropolis before moving to Smallville. She even confessed her long time crush on Clark and how that had crashed down around her ears.
When she was done, Oliver told her about his antics at Excelsior. He didn’t leave out a single detail, good or bad. He spoke about the many times he’d been moved to another school, how lonely he’d felt without any family left. She’d squeezed his hand and leaned against him, offering her support as he went on. In a low voice, he regaled her with stories about when his parents had still been alive and all the things they’d done together.
By the time they had both fallen silent, they had no secrets from each other and the sun was beginning to rise. But neither of them noticed as they lounged on the couch, content in their silence, wrapped in each other’s arms. A moment passed, and Chloe burrowed more securely into his embrace. Oliver pressed another kiss to her forehead and the two drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 9
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)
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
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552158 Chapter 8
Oliver grabbed Chloe’s wrist and towed her out of the building. She struggled valiantly to keep up, but the combination of his much longer legs, her confining skirt, and high heels was making it difficult. She nearly tripped twice and it was only his hand that kept her from face-planting.
Grinning broadly, he helped her into the passenger seat of his car before jumping in behind the wheel. As they pulled out of the parking lot, his hand found hers again. He laced his fingers through hers. Chloe felt a blush warm her cheeks just slightly at the simple gesture. Aside from a little cuddling and a couple of innocent kisses on her cheek, they hadn’t been intimate in anyway. Hell, they hadn’t even talked about anything yet. That was definitely on the list of things she wanted to do that weekend. There was no denying their attraction and she didn’t want to, but she needed some ground rules and definitions. After everything that had happened with Clark, she needed to be sure she knew exactly what was going.
A few minutes later, they arrived at Oliver’s apartment. Before Chloe could move, he was out of his seat and around the car, opening her door and pulling her out.
A smirk pulled at her lips, even as nervousness clawed at her belly. She knew his reputation and suddenly she was wondering what his definition of “fun” was. “You seem awfully eager,” she said, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. “What exactly do you have planned?”
Oliver started and spun around to face her. They were standing in the elevator on the way up to the penthouse. Chloe was acutely aware of just how small the space was when Oliver loomed over her and instantly regretted her words and what they could possibly mean. His chest was tight. He’d heard the hesitation in her voice and had abruptly realized what it looked like he was doing. He could hardly blame her for jumping to that conclusion. As much as he hated to admit it, too many of the tabloid stories were true. Oliver gently laid his hands on her arms. When she refused to look up at him, he slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her face up.
“I’m not going to push you into anything before either of us is ready for it,” he said softly. “I don’t like admitting this, but it’s the truth, so I will. A lot of those stories about me are true.” He ducked his head slightly in shame, but didn’t break eye contact. When he spoke again, he voice was even more quiet. “I don’t want that to happen to us. This isn’t about that for me. And I don’t want to you think that it is.”
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Oliver moved away from Chloe and walked into his apartment. For a moment, she stood frozen. Then she hurried out after him and caught his hand, pulling him around to face her.
“I didn’t think that,” she assured him in a whisper. “Don’t get me wrong, the thought crossed my mind that...” she hesitated slightly, stumbling over the word before managing to continue, “...that might be where you were headed, but I never thought that’s all you wanted.”
Sighing, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.
Her forehead furrowed in confusion and she pulled away slightly to look him in the eye again.. “Done what?”
“Been in an actual relationship.”
Chloe’s face softened and she smiled slightly. “Me either. But we’ll figure it out together.”
“I just don’t want you to think that this is like all those stories in the tabloids,” Oliver murmured, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m not proud of all of that. You’re not like anyone else. And I want to do this right.”
Her heart melted. Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. A moment passed before her pulled her close, burying his face against her skin. They stood like that for a long moment, just holding each other and reveling in the feel of their bodies pressed together. Then, Chloe pulled away and eyed Oliver with smile.
“Now didn’t you say something about fun?”
He grinned slowly. “Yeah. Go grab your bathing suit. We’re going to the beach.”
“What?” she squeaked. “It’s October!”
“And we’re in California,” he reminded her.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe headed down the guest room. She was immensely glad that Lois had stopped her on her way out the door the other day and insisted on packing her bag. She knew her cousin had thrown in her bikini.
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“Are you going to spend the whole day just laying there?”
Chloe cracked an eye open. She was laying on a towel on the beach. They’d only been there for about forty-five minutes. It hadn’t been her intention to start sunbathing. Being naturally pale, the first thing Oliver had done when they got there was slather her in sunscreen. He, of course, hadn’t needed any and had proceeded to jump into the water while she made herself comfortable and waited for the sunscreen to set in so it wouldn’t be washed off. But the feel of the sun warming her skin was intoxicating and beyond relaxing. She no longer had any desire to move.
“Chloe!”
Ignoring him, she closed her eyes and burrowed further into the towel, wiggling her toes into the sand. Oliver, who was standing knee-deep in the water, shook his head.
“Seriously?” he shouted. “You’re not gonna move?”
“This is the first time I’ve been to the beach,” she shouted back. “I’m going to enjoy it.”
Oliver shook his head. She’d never been to a beach and her idea of fun was laying on a towel. The water was crystal clear and the perfect temperature. That particular stretch of beach was one of his favorites. It was secluded, but not too difficult to get to. There were tide pools not too far away that were always teeming with life. It was just in general peaceful. And she was going to lay there and probably fall asleep.
Yeah, he thought to himself, not going to happen.
As quietly as he could, Oliver slipped out of the ocean and walked across the sand toward where Chloe lay on her towel. The bright purple fabric of her bikini clung to her body, highlighting her curves. When she’d taken off the sundress so he could put sunscreen on her back, Oliver had almost swallowed his tongue.
The gentle sound of the surf masked his footsteps. Careful to stay out of the direct sunlight so his shadow wouldn’t hit her, he stalked closer. Chloe hummed contentedly beneath her breath. It was almost a pity to disturb her. Almost.
Before she knew what happened, Oliver scooped her into his arms and ran toward the water’s edge. Gasping, Chloe grabbed at his shoulder to steady herself. Catching sight of the wicked grin on his face, she realized what he intended and pushed against his chest in a futile attempt to get free.
“Don’t you dare even think about it,” she hissed, smacking him when he wouldn’t let go.
Oliver only grinned more broadly, arching an eyebrow, and tossed her into the ocean.
She squealed as she hit the water. Bobbing to the surface a second later, she spluttered and scrambled to get her footing. Oliver laughed at the sight. The water came up to her chest and her hair was plastered across her face. Chloe shot a glare at him and was almost knocked over by a wave that hit her square in the back. Oliver laughed again.
“Isn’t this so much more fun than laying on a towel?” he teased.
Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “Oh I’ll show you fun!”
Without warning, she launched herself toward him. Taken by surprise, Oliver fell backward beneath the water. He came up, shaking the water from his face. Chloe smirked triumphantly.
An all out water war ensued. They chased each other down the beach, splashing each other and laughing. Chloe did her best to out run him, but his long legs were a definite advantage in the water. Oliver caught her about the waist and threw her back in the water. Scrambling to her feet again, she tried to knock him back again, but to no avail. He simply planted his feet and caught her, dumping her in the water again. Sitting on her butt in the water, she glared up at him. He simply grinned in return. Chloe kicked her feet in the water, sending droplets arching toward him. Chuckling at her antics, Oliver raised a hand across his face. Taking advantage of his distraction, she tackled his legs, sending him sprawling.
He easily tossed her off of him and rolled onto his side. Knowing she was in trouble, she scrambled to her feet and took off across the sand, giggling as she ran. For a moment, Oliver stood there admiring her as she ran. Her carefree laugh drifted back toward him, warming him from the inside. Being around her had become intoxicating. He barely knew her, but at the same time it felt like they’d always been together. He smiled to himself and when she had a decent start, he took off after her.
When he caught her, Oliver spun Chloe around, but didn’t throw her in the water again. Instead, he set her back on her feet and grabbed her hand and pulled her down the beach to the tide pools. They spent hours climbing over the rocks, exploring the pools. Chloe spent twenty minutes lying on her stomach, staring into a small pool that contained fish and crabs, just watching them until he pulled her away to see the other wonders of the beach. As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the stretch of beach where their stuff was spread out.
Chloe collapsed, panting heavily, at the edge of the water. She was completely soaked (Oliver had thrown her in the water again), utterly exhausted, and happier than she’d been in a very long time. Smiling gently, Oliver came to sit beside her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. For a long moment they sat in silence. The feel of his skin against hers sent a thrill through her entire body.
He started idly playing with her hair, caressing the nape of her neck. Sighing, Chloe leaned further into his side, resting her head against his shoulder. For the first time in a long time, she felt peaceful.
Soon the sky was painted with a thousand different colors. Oliver looked down at Chloe. She glanced up and quirked an eyebrow.
“What?” she asked.
Before he could stop himself or talk himself out of it, Oliver bent down and pressed his lips against hers. Fire shot through them both at the contact, as though electricity was dancing across their skin. Chloe moaned slightly and returned the kiss, shifting slightly so that she was closer to him. Oliver wrapped an arm about her waist and pulled her closer still. Lightly, he traced her lips with her tongue, making her shiver. Reflexively, her mouth parted slightly. Oliver buried his fingers in her hair, tilting her head slightly to gain better access. Their tongues met, and the fire they felt intensified.
The kiss seemed to last for a moment and for eternity. When Chloe pulled away, she was gasping for breath and her heart was racing. Panting himself, Oliver pressed another light kiss to her lips before chuckling quietly.
“Care to share with the rest of the class?”
He smiled softly. “I’m falling for you, but I barely know you. Chloe, I want to know everything. Will you...will you tell me about yourself?”
Chloe glanced at the sky, which was quickly turning dark, then looked back to Oliver. “Tell you what. Why don’t we go back to your apartment and get something to eat and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
Oliver stood and offered her a hand. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”
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They spent the night swapping stories over chinese takeout. Chloe told him of the many meteor freaks she’d encountered. The number of times she’d landed in the hospital had caused him to raise his eyebrows in astonishment. Then she’d told him about her parents, how her dad had raised her and how she’d found her mother in the mental institution and how much that scared her. At that, he’d pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. She’d swallowed the tears that had threatened to spill down her cheeks and went on, talking about her friends, and growing up in Metropolis before moving to Smallville. She even confessed her long time crush on Clark and how that had crashed down around her ears.
When she was done, Oliver told her about his antics at Excelsior. He didn’t leave out a single detail, good or bad. He spoke about the many times he’d been moved to another school, how lonely he’d felt without any family left. She’d squeezed his hand and leaned against him, offering her support as he went on. In a low voice, he regaled her with stories about when his parents had still been alive and all the things they’d done together.
By the time they had both fallen silent, they had no secrets from each other and the sun was beginning to rise. But neither of them noticed as they lounged on the couch, content in their silence, wrapped in each other’s arms. A moment passed, and Chloe burrowed more securely into his embrace. Oliver pressed another kiss to her forehead and the two drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 9
