Title: Chlollie Holiday Mini Fics Part 3/6
Summary: A series of holiday run ins between Chloe and Oliver from season 6 and on.
Characters: Chloe, Oliver, Jimmy, Bart, AC, and Victor
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
This part is dedicated tosxymami0909
Prompt: Christmas Eve, A Holiday Surprise
Takes Place during Season 8
Chloe looked down at Jimmy and covered his hand with hers, “I’m gonna go get a cup of coffee and something to eat do you need anything while I’m gone?”
“I’m fine,” he answered coldly and turned to look at the opposite wall.
Chloe nodded halfheartedly even though she knew he couldn’t see and left the room to make her way down to the large cafeteria on the first floor.
Chloe turned and pushed away the uncomfortable feeling of her stomach tightening. For some reason she felt it each time one of the nurses had called her that since she’d arrived ten days prior.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes at the woman; it seemed that no matter how many times she asked the staff to just call her Chloe, they were determined to refer to her as, Mrs. Olsen.
The nurse rushed over to her with what Chloe assumed were the most recent doctors orders clamped firmly in her hand.
“I just wanted to let you know that do to your husbands pain level the doctor has requested we go back to giving him the stronger narcotic at night so he can sleep.”
“I just thought I’d let you know since he’ll probably be out of it for the next few days…sleeping a lot more as his body adjusts, and I thought maybe if you had family in the area you could spend some time with them for the holidays.”
Chloe nodded sadly, “no… no family in the area.”
“Oh sorry,” the woman said and Chloe did her best to ignore the look of pity that crossed the nurses face.
Chloe nodded and told her that she was heading to the cafeteria but that if it was time to give Jimmy the medicine to go ahead and do it before turning and continuing to the elevator.
When she walked into the cafeteria her shoulders slumped when she realized that while the sitting area was open all the hot food service stations were closed leaving her only option for food and drink from the vending machines.
She checked her purse and let out a sigh of relief when she found several single dollar bills and after grabbing a cup of coffee and a prepackaged chocolate, chocolate chip muffin waked over to one of the table’s right against the windows.
Chloe set her items down and slid into one of the chairs. A she glanced out the window she realized that Christmas spent in a Californian hospital definitely left something to be desired.
There were no snow covered rooftops shining like diamond dust in the moonlight, the people walking on the sidewalk below that led to the front entrance weren’t even dressed in heavy coats with hats and mittens, basically it just didn’t look or feel like Christmas to her.
Not that it really should, she was in the hospital with her husband who had been basically eviscerated on their wedding day. She shoved away the memories of that day and the days following, leaned her head against the cool window pane and let her eyes drift shut.
She had no idea she sat like that, and honestly she didn’t care but the sound of someone knocking on the tabletop caused her eyes to shoot open.
“Ollie? What are you doing here?”
He grinned broadly at her and slid into the chair across from her, “I came to see how you were doing.”
“I’m fine,” she answered leaning her elbows against the table.
“He’s okay I guess… given the circumstances.”
“Right… so what are you doing down here?” His eyes darted around the empty room.
“Taking a break from everything… and I needed coffee.” she nodded in the direction of her long forgotten coffee and muffin.
“Well, are you heading back up soon?”
“No, I was gonna head back to my motel.”
“Christmas in a motel again, huh?”
“So it would seem,” she pushed the chair back and grabbed her cup and snack, “and I should probably get going. Maybe if I get back and get to sleep early enough, I can make it back here in time to bring Jimmy something better then this horrible hospital food for breakfast.”
“Well why don’t I give you a lift, it won’t be easy to catch a cab on Christmas Eve.”
‘Yeah, okay… thanks.”
He led her from the cafeteria and toward the main lobby, “where’s your jacket?”
“It’s California.” she said.
“You never need a coat in California.”
He chuckled and shook his head at her words and bewildered expression, confusion was not something a person often got to see from Chloe Sullivan. But when her furrowed brows turned into narrowed eyes he quickly stifled his laughter and shrugged his jacket from his shoulders. He helped her slip it on then led her out the automatic sliding doors to his car. They drove in silence until they reached the small motel Chloe was staying in during her extended stay.
Chloe stared at him wordlessly when he insisted on walking her to the door but didn’t protest figuring that having someone walk her safely to the door was probably a good idea.
She pushed the key in the lock and when she pushed the door open her jaw dropped.
Bart, AC and Victor stood in front of her, large grins plastered across each of their faces.
In the corner of the room was a medium height Christmas tree fully decorated with bright multi colored lights, tinsel, and small ball shaped ornaments and on the small table by the window was a dinner… ham, mashed potatoes, yams, green beans, and several other dishes. She felt her eyes fill with tears and shook her head in disbelief.
“What did you guys do?” she asked not caring if her voice showed how moved she was by their surprise visit.
Before anyone answered she felt Oliver place his hand on her lower back and move her farther into the room. Once the door was finally closed she suddenly felt Bart wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tightly as he lifted her off the floor. He placed her down and smiled. “You didn’t really think that after the way you saved our Christmas last year, that we would let you spend the day miserable did you?”
“This is hardly the same thing guys… all I did was make a tree and some decorations out of construction paper.”
“Well I have slightly better resources then you did.” Oliver said with a smirk.
“I don’t know what to say…”
“Hold that thought,” Bart said speeding across the room and pulling out a round Tupperware container. He brought it over to her and pulled off the lid, Chloe gasped and looked up at him smiling brightly.
“Mrs. Kent’s homemade apple pie? Yeah… I might have made a quick trip to D.C. on your behalf.”
“Om my God, Bart I swear if I wasn’t already married, I might run away from you right now.”
Bart let out a chuckle and looked at the other men smugly, “I told you guys that I was her favorite.” He walked across the room and placed the pie amongst the rest of the food and waved everyone over to start.
Chloe waited until Bart Victor and AC began to fill their plates then walked closer to the tree, on top she saw her mother’s star she turned to Oliver and gave him a small smile as the tears began to fall down her cheeks, “thank you, Ollie.” she said wiping them away.
“Anytime Watchtower,” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her away from the tree and toward the table full of food.
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