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Sacrifice

Author: Phoenixnz
Title: Sacrifice
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Characters: Chloe, Clark, Oliver, Tess, Emil
Disclaimer: If I owned the characters, well, I'd be rich. But I don't so I'm not.
Feedback: Please

Summary: What went down during the hours before the trade off with the Suicide Squad.

a/n: This is for svchlollie who wanted to know how Chloe got them to trade her for Oliver. Hope you like it hon.

 

 

As Chloe put on the helmet of Dr Fate, she was bombarded with so many images. Of Clark, finally becoming the hero he’d always been meant to be. Of Lois, standing by the side of the man she loved, helping him to be that hero. And there was Oliver. Oh god, Oliver, she thought.

She loved him. She knew she had never loved anyone, not even Jimmy, the way she loved Oliver Queen. But even as she’d been falling head over heels for the man known as the Emerald Archer, aka the Green Arrow, she’d known that it was never going to last. How could it, when he was so much bigger than she was. And he was meant for greater things.

And there was one thing her vision told her. He was meant to do those things without her.

She came awake suddenly. As if the darkness inside her mind was hit by a flash of lightning. Fire inside her head. She remembered the building. Cadmus! There was a fire. She had to warn someone!

“Fire. It’s all burning.” As she opened her eyes she realised where she was and Clark was beside her.

 “Clark, I’m so sorry.”

Panting, she sat up. She fought to get her breath back, her heart pounding, the pain in her head nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She felt Emil examining her but she ignored it.

“I had to find him,” she said, aware of Clark hovering. He was holding on to her.

“Find who?” Clark asked, his voice full of concern and an underlying tone of recrimination.

“Oliver,” she said, still not looking at him. She still remembered his voice, full of fear.

They’re not Kandorian. I love you.

Oliver. She had to help him. He was in trouble and she was the only one who could help.

“Someone took him while you were fighting Zod. They threatened to take all of us.” She sucked in a deep breath, feeling as if she’d run a marathon. “So I put on Fate’s helmet.” She finally looked at Clark, her pain in her eyes. “I couldn’t lose him.”

Clark nodded, ready to battle the dragon for her.

“Okay, where is he?”

But there were bigger priorities. She had seen so much and it all had to do with Tess and Lex, and what was at Cadmus. Clark needed to find that out for himself.

“Don’t worry,” she said, looking at him evenly. “Everything’s going to be fine. I saw it. Clark, I saw you too. You were the world’s hero and you weren’t in black.” Clark frowned, clearly not quite sure what she was telling him. “And there was a fire, in a lab.” She searched her memory and remembered the logo. Cadmus. “Clark, I think Cadmus is burning. You have to go.”

Clark sped away and Chloe fought the tears welling up inside her. She sat there for a moment, knowing the huge sacrifice she was about to make.

“Goodbye, Clark,” she whispered.

Emil continued to tend to her, but she pushed him away. She got off the gurney. Emil tried to stop her.

“There’s something I have to do,” she said.

“Chloe, your body has been through massive trauma. You need to rest.”

“Sorry, Emil, but there are more important things,” she said. She shook him off when he tried to stop her and walked out.

As she drove to her apartment in Smallville, a million thoughts were going through her head. Where Oliver was. What his reaction was going to be when he realised what she had done. Love makes us do the whacky, she thought, remembering a line from an old tv show.

She remembered the moment it had all changed. The night Oliver had shown her how to use the bow and arrow. She remembered the feel of his hand over hers as he guided her. She’d let the arrow fly and turned in his arms as he’d kissed her. The kiss had been full of passion, and she knew what Lois had meant once when she said that the kiss of the man she loved was like nothing else in the world. Like Rocky Road and Chocolate icecream all in one. Forbidden fruit and heaven.

She dashed away a tear as she remembered a weekend in his apartment. The warmth of his body next to hers as they slept in his bed. The passion in his eyes as they’d made love. It hurt her heart to know that there would never be another weekend like that.

Tears blurred her eyes as she drove and she roughly brushed them away.

“I love you Oliver Queen,” she whispered. “And I would do anything for you.”

There was a song her parents had loved when she was little. And Oliver had grinned a cheesy grin when he’d heard the story of how, when she was about four or five and her parents had gone out for the evening to see a film and they’d come back talking about the movie. They’d been arguing about the fact that Kevin Costner had played the hero. Her mother had always thought the actor was dreamy and her father had thought the entire movie was drivel. But her mother had played the song for weeks and weeks until Gabe Sullivan had banned it.

“Robin Hood, right?” Oliver had grinned. He’d been about eleven or twelve at the time and every kid he’d known had wanted to be Robin Hood. But he was the only one who’d really gone out and done it. “Of course, I’m much better looking than Kevin Costner,” he’d told her.

“Hmm, with an even more inflated ego,” Chloe remarked and he’d pounced on her, wrestling her, or pretending to, on her back before he’d proceeded to kiss the life out of her.

But she did love that song. And there was nothing more appropriate than one particular part of that song.

Look into your heart - you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all - I would sacrifice

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

Chloe ran up the steps in the back entrance of her apartment and entered. Good, she thought. Lois isn’t here. She wasn’t sure she could do this if she ran into her cousin. She dashed off a note, telling Lois that she felt she needed some time off and was taking a well-earned break.

A few months ago, Chloe had realised that with Checkmate getting so close to them, there was always a chance that one of them would be taken. She knew now that that risk was a reality. Her vision had made that quite clear. Oliver had been taken by members of the Suicide Squad, a group of people who believed that those with differing abilities should remain in the shadows.

They were recruiting. That much was obvious. And those who stood against them were more than likely to be killed. So Chloe had come up with an idea. She hadn’t even discussed it with Emil. But she had discussed it with someone else. Someone she had thought was dead. But her vision had showed her that too. Tess Mercer was not dead. And she had been the only one who could have helped Chloe once she knew what had to be done. And Tess had owed her. After the debacle with Checkmate, learning that Tess had been recruited as well, Chloe had known that Tess was one of those who could be loyal, given the right motivations.

Chloe found what she needed in the secret panel in the back of the bureau. It was a good thing Lois hadn’t known it was there. But Lois had told her something else. Something that was about to come in very useful.

She dialled the relay number. When they picked up, she spoke clearly.

“This is a message for the Suicide Squad. Tell them if they want the Justice League, they have to let Green Arrow go. I’m offering an exchange.”

“You’ve got the wrong number, lady. This is a Mexican restaurant.”

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England buddy. You tell them, Green Arrow for Watchtower.”

There was silence on the other end, then an ominous click. Chloe waited. And waited, biting her lower lip. She paced the room for the next few minutes.

The phone rang. A voice, clearly disguised, spoke.

“East and Eighth. Midnight. Come alone. Any sign of The Blur and Green Arrow is history.”

The person hung up, not even giving Chloe a chance to answer. But it didn’t matter. She had a little over three hours to get to the location.

Undoing the lid of the bottle in her hand, Chloe tipped it up, emptying the contents down her throat. She left the bottle, knowing Oliver would eventually find it, then walked out, closing the door on the apartment for the last time. She wouldn’t be coming back.

Chloe drove to the vacant lot, arriving just before the appointed time. They were waiting for her in a dark van. They were rough as they pulled her arms behind her back, cuffing them, then putting a sack over her head. Chloe remained silent, letting them do what they wanted.

She didn’t question, just sat silently as they drove to the unknown location. Then they told her to get out and start walking. She was blind and had no idea where she was going, but it didn’t matter. She could hear him coming, his feet slapping on the wet ground. It had started raining some time after she had left Smallville.

As she went to pass him, their elbows touched. Chloe felt the pain of the connection, physically and emotionally. A million thoughts went through her mind and she tried to convey her love for him in that split second of contact. But he stumbled on and the moment was lost.

“I’m so sorry, Oliver,” she whispered. “I love you.”

She was bundled inside another van and the sack was removed. She stared resolutely straight ahead, not daring herself to look at the second van as it sped her lover away.

She endured Rick Flag’s taunts. The hard slaps, the harsh words. But she still refused to give him what he wanted. Which was the identity of every member of the Justice League and their current locations.

She had a cyanide pill stuck to her molar. The gel capsule was designed so it wouldn’t dissolve. All she had to do was break it when she needed to.

“Tell me what I want to know,” Flag growled at her.

She stared resolutely into space as he prepared to hit her again. Chloe slid her tongue along the side of her molar, shifting the capsule. She bit down, the effect instantaneous. Her body began convulsing, foam dribbling from her mouth. Flag backed off, his eyes wide as he realised what was happening.

Then Chloe’s vision greyed out and everything went black as she fell into oblivion.

She woke a while later lying on the floor of the same van that had taken her. She kept her body limp, waiting, not daring to move. She felt the movement of the vehicle and knew they were still moving. There was a jolt as the van was brought to a halt. The door was opened. She kept still, letting them drag her out as if she was just a bag of trash. She realised she was being dumped in the river when they threw her through the air and into the water.

She broke through the surface, grabbing onto the dock and pulled herself out. A short time later, she found her way to the alley behind Watchtower. It was a little after five in the morning and dawn was breaking.

Chloe quickly made her way up to the top of Watchtower. It was dark and silent. All the systems were shut down. She began typing on the keyboard, looking up at the screen. She heard footsteps behind her.

“You’re late,” she said. “I expected you to be here for me.”

“I had something else I needed to take care of.”

“He isn’t what you think he is, Tess,” Chloe said, still watching the screen. Her fingers worked the keyboard and everything that represented her life in digital format came up on screen.

“What do you know about it?” Tess asked.

“Enough.” She turned away from the screen and looked at the redhead.

She’d called Tess on her way back to Metropolis, telling her she needed to disappear. That certain people needed to believe she was dead. Tess had reluctantly agreed to help her.

“I’ll be leaving shortly. I want you to reset the system, then get out of here.”

“Why are you trusting me with this?” Tess asked. “You’ve never trusted me before.”

“Because you need to be trusted,” Chloe said. Tess frowned at Chloe’s cryptic words. What did that mean? Chloe smiled at her. “Tess, you are not as bad as they think you are. You just need to let yourself believe that.”

“Why are you doing this?” Tess asked. “Leaving Oliver. Clark.”

“Because sometimes there are things you have to do. For the greater good. Trust me, Tess. It will all work out.”

“I wish I could be as confident as you.”

“They need you. They just don’t know it yet.”

Chloe turned back to the computer and pressed a key. The monitors went blank. She turned away and walked out of Watchtower without another word, leaving Tess to reset the computers, wiping away any trace of Chloe Sullivan in cyberspace. It was as if she never existed. Here, at least. Her past would be another problem. She would never be wiped as easily from the hearts and minds of those who loved her.

Chloe sighed as she closed the doors of Watchtower, wondering if she would ever see them again. Fate wasn’t always so clear. Or kind. But the sacrifice she had made was worth it to protect the ones she loved. Their fates were set. Without her. She glanced up at the top turret and sighed once more, then walked away.

 

 


Comments

( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Oct. 23rd, 2010 08:45 am (UTC)
You got me all teary-eyed now.

Good story honey!
phoenixnz
Oct. 23rd, 2010 09:55 am (UTC)
Thanks hon, this was sort of an answer to a request from Julie and it got me thinking about what Chloe might have seen and what was going through her head when she made the decision.
ctbn60
Oct. 23rd, 2010 04:04 pm (UTC)
Awww so sad. *sniffle*
phoenixnz
Oct. 23rd, 2010 04:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks Carol.
svchlollie
Oct. 23rd, 2010 06:24 pm (UTC)
liked it thanks!!!
phoenixnz
Oct. 23rd, 2010 06:29 pm (UTC)
You're welcome.
malugargula
Aug. 16th, 2013 01:17 am (UTC)
Great fic
This song is so beautiful and so sad
phoenixnz
Aug. 16th, 2013 06:16 am (UTC)
Thank you. I would like to do a follow-up to this story, following Chloe's adventures while she's gone. Maybe I will one day.
malugargula
Aug. 16th, 2013 07:19 am (UTC)
I hope you do
I love everything you write :)
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