Chlollie Holiday Mini Fics part 2/6

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Title: Chlollie Holiday Mini Fics Part 2/6
Author: brittany2922
Summary: A series of holiday run ins between Chloe and Oliver from season 6 and on.
Characters: Chloe, Oliver, Bart, AC and Victor 
Rating: T
Genre: Holiday
Words: 1.095
Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Part 2 dedicated to nienna87 
Prompt: Christmas Day, JLA, Snowed In

Takes Place during season 7

 

Bart, Victor, and AC watched the scene unfolding before them in amusement. The sight of their cocky, never back down, doesn’t take shit from anyone leader getting a proper dress down from a tiny, blonde, pixie of a woman was almost too funny to watch.

Almost.

Chloe Sullivan was only a part time member of the league. She offered up the sidekick skills she had acquired over the past couple of years playing Girl Friday to Clark Kent to them… for a small monetary fee. But apparently part time status and the fact that Oliver was the one ‘signing her checks’ wouldn’t keep her from telling him exactly where she was going to shove one of his fancy titanium arrows.

It was definitely a sight to see.

“But Oliver, It’s Christmas.”

“I know but Chloe please try and understand… I can’t help that all air traffic has been canceled. There is absolutely nothing I can do about that.”

“Of course you can,” she snapped, “you’re Oliver Queen… you’re a freakin billionaire, just bribe somebody or something.”

“Bride somebody?”

“Yeah. Bride somebody,” Chloe said slowly as if explaining something to a small child. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him like he was a complete idiot.

“What you want me to shave my head bald and develop desires for world domination while I’m at it?”

“If you doing so will get me the Kent Farm in time for dinner… then go for it.”

“Chloe, I’m sorry okay and as much as I wish I could fix this, and God do I, if for no other reason then to alleviate the pain your whining is causing in my head, there is no amount of money that could convince the FAA to lift a five state air ban just so my personal jet can get you to some stupid apple pie.”

“Oliver Queen, I am here as a favor to you! You’re the one who guaranteed me that this last minute mission of yours wouldn’t interfere with my plans for the holidays, you promised me!”

She took a step toward him and narrowed her eyes before lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper, “and if you ever insult Martha Kent’s one of a kind, homemade apple pie again, my threats of shoving your arrows in very uncomfortable places will sound like a freakin picnic.”

Bart turned toward AC, “Dude, ten bucks says she clocks him right in the jaw.”

“I’ll take that bet,” AC held out his hand and Bart quickly shook it, “I see her as more of the type to go for the solar plexus.”

“What about you Tin Man you want a piece of this?”

“I don’t know guys, as angry as she is a punch to the face or stomach sounds more like what I’ve heard about Lois. Besides, with Chloe’s skills there are far worse things she can do to him.”

Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose and took several deep breaths to try and calm himself while also trying to tune out the words of his team mates, “Okay look.. I’m sorry… really I am, but even if I could find a way to get you flown back to Metropolis, how do plan to explain it to Clark? He doesn’t even know about you helping us out. In fact, that was your one rule when you started, ‘don’t tell Clark’ so what possible explanation could you give him for how you managed to fly in from your ’Dads’ when the airports are all shut down.”

Chloe’s shoulders sagged, he was right, she knew he was right but that didn’t make accepting it any easier. She looked around the small airport hotel room where she would now be spending her holiday and cringed at the lack of holiday cheer the room inspired, “well if we’re going to be stuck here we might as well make the most of it.”

“What does that mean?” Oliver asked hesitantly.

“First, I need Bart.”

Bart moved beside her in the blink of an eye and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “I am at your beck and call Gorgeous, but I suggest we kick the Boss man and these two out of the room first.”

“Yeah,…No, I don’t think so…” she moved away from Bart and found the hotel’s courtesy pen and pad of paper on the dresser and jotted down a list of items then handed it to the speedster, “I need you to do your zoom, zoom thing and get the items on this list.”

“Sure thing,” he walked over to Oliver and held out his hand expectantly.

Oliver rolled his eyes before pulling out his billfold and passing Bart several large bills, “how are you gonna even find anything open?”

The younger man smirked, “I’m not exactly limited to the continental U.S. Boss.” A moment later he was gone in a sudden gust of wind.

Two hours had passed and the group now sat scattered around the room. The guys munched away on several pizzas while Chloe and Oliver looked around at the makeshift Christmas surrounding them, “This is great Chloe. I never would have thought of doing something like this,” he admitted. “I’m not really into the whole Christmas thing, so sometimes I forget what it means to everyone else.”

“I’m just glad Bart was able to find everything on the list.”

Oliver nodded in agreement, “you know I gotta say you’re pretty good at pulling things together at the last minute.”

“I was raised by a single parent most of my life… and a dad at that… I got pretty good at pulling things together at the last minute.”

“I see that… listen I know we’ve never really discussed this, but I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to join the team full time…”

“I know that, and thank you… but right now there’s too much happening in Metropolis for me to add sudden missions to my plate… at least on a regular basis.” she added with a smirk.

“I get that… but if you ever change your mind, the offer isn’t a one time thing.”

“Good to know, Oliver, and thank you.”

“You’re Welcome.”


Part 3 soon!

 

　

　

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