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31 May 2011 @ 10:42 am
Talking in Your Sleep-18/21  

Author:  BlueSuede
Talking in Your Sleep
 Chloe/Oliver, Chloe/Green Arrow, Lois/Bruce, Lois/Clark
Intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet, Chloe Sullivan, has her heart stolen by the masked hero, Green Arrow, but can she be satisfied with not knowing his real identity?
There will probably be some minor spoilers, particularly for Season 6.  There will also be a ridiculously unnecessary amount of smut.  You've been warned.

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Author's Note:  To those of you who voted in the poll, I apologize that it's slow in coming, but know that I am working on the oneshot sequel to An Exceptional Young Woman.  Life has been busy for me and I haven't had as much time to write as I anticipated this past week.

That being said, enjoy chapter 18!


Chapter 1

Previous (Chapter 17)
Next (Chapter 19)

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Dream a Little Dream of Me
Louis Armstrong


"Chloe Sullivan."

Chloe paused in her tracks as the sound of her name reached her from behind. She glanced behind her on the sidewalk and saw Hal Jordan jogging slightly to catch up with her. She grinned happily. "Hal! What a surprise." She glanced at her watch. "Shouldn't you be heading for the show or something?"

He shrugged. "Not for a few hours. Now, this makes three times that you've run into me–"

"I didn't actually run into you this time, though."

"–and I think it's about time you accepted my offer for coffee."

Chloe laughed. "You know, I'd really love to, but–"

"This sounds like it's going to be a lame excuse," he teased.

She sighed good-humoredly. "But I think you should know I'm..." She paused, almost frowning a little, unsure of herself, "I'm kind of seeing someone."

"I know," Hal said pleasantly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You know?" Chloe asked dubiously.

"I know," he confirmed, amused.

"How do you know?"

"The guy's a friend of mine."

She looked startled. "You know Oliver?"

Hal gave her a sly look, smirking. "Now did I say that?" he asked.

Chloe stood stunned. "Wait. What?"

"Oh look," Hal played up his distraction, "coffee." With which remark, he headed across the street, vanishing into the coffee shop and leaving a very stunned Chloe standing in the middle of the sidewalk, her eyebrows vanished into her hairline.

When Chloe had collected herself enough to enter the shop, she found Hal sitting in a corner waiting on her, looking perfectly calm. Cautiously, she walked over and sat down across from him, noting that they were relatively far away from any other customers, and that the noise in the café was loud enough that they were unlikely to be overheard.

Put simply, her reporter senses were tingling. She was starting to question whether her run-ins with him had really been coincidences.

"So," Hal said, when she sat down across from him. "Is a cappuccino all right? I wasn't sure if you were one of those girls who orders eight different kinds of syrup and a massive dose of whipped cream in her coffee, but I figured a cappuccino was a relatively safe choice." He waved at the waitress who was looking around for him, two mugs in her hands. She smiled nervously at him and brought the coffees over, setting one down in front of each of them, obviously flustered by Hal's charming grin.

"Is there...um...did you need anything else?" she asked shyly.

Hal shook his head. "We're good, thanks." He smiled broadly at her, and she blushed bashfully before disappearing.

Chloe said nothing. She debated not touching the cappuccino before realizing that the idea of her snubbing coffee was laughable. So she silently lifted the mug to her lips and sipped some of the foam off the top.

"Aw that's cute...they sprinkle chocolate on it in the shape of pictures. Mine's a heart, what's yours?"

Chloe glared at him.

He chuckled. "Down to business. Got it. So, tell me Chloe, how long were you seeing the Green Arrow?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He chuckled again. "I told you, Chloe. I know the guy. Actually, if we're getting down to it, I know Oliver, as well," he shrugged, a cryptic expression on his face. "But the question here is about the Green Arrow."

Chloe's mind was operating at a hundred miles an hour "How do you know a superhero?" she asked.

"How do you?" he replied immediately, smirking.

Chloe remembered her theory at dinner the other night, that Hal knew who the Green Lantern was. Suddenly a new suspicion donned on her. "You're–"

"The Green Lantern?" he said casually, taking a sip from his coffee. "Yep."

Chloe just stared at him. Then she looked around wildly, not certain whether she was making sure that no one had overheard him or that Ashton Kutcher wasn't going to jump out and inform her that she'd just been Punk'd. Neither one being an immediate concern, she turned back to Hal, who looked as calm as ever. "Assuming it's the truth, why on earth would you tell me that?"

"Well let's just establish off the bat that not only is it the truth, but you believe me. You probably started suspecting something when I went on a hero tangent the other night." He shrugged a shoulder sheepishly. "I got a bit carried away, I guess."

"You guess?" she asked incredulously. "Look, what is this about? Is this the part of the movie where you warn me to stay away from your friend or something? Because I've got news for you, I haven't spoken to him in weeks." Unless you count getting rescued by him the other night, but we didn't exactly have a heart-to-heart.

Hal smiled softly. "I know you were kidnapped the other day, and I know he rescued you, Chloe. Look, you can relax. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything. I just want to talk."

"Talk?" she echoed disbelievingly. "I don't get it."

"Well," Hal said, setting his mug down again. "You now know that I'm the Green Lantern. Now that you've got that information, I can guarantee that evidence won't be that difficult to dig up in order to prove it. So now what?"

Chloe frowned as his meaning settled in on her. "What the hell?" she demanded. "Seriously, what the hell? I think you're the second person to recently suggest how untrustworthy I am in the last couple of days. Why is it you just assume I'm going to sell you out?" she asked irately, trying to keep her temper under control.

But Hal was unfazed. He just smirked at her and she huffed, still fuming.


He gestured at her. "You're the least intimidating angry person I've ever met."

"That's because I'm not trying to threaten you; I'm just insulted."

"Well, you can relax. If I honestly thought you were going to sell me out, I wouldn't have told you, now would I?"

She opened her mouth to retort but then closed it, confused. She frowned for a moment before rubbing her temple. "I am trying very hard to figure out why we're having this conversation."

He nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm being cryptic, but you're very entertaining when you're upset."

She glared at him while he took another sip of his coffee.

"I'm telling you for a couple of reasons. And I'm not doing it lightly. I'm taking a leap of faith here, Chloe, and I hope I don't live to regret that." He paused a moment, giving her a chance to say something if she wanted to, but Chloe didn't speak up. "He's in love with you."

Chloe frowned, her stomach reacting oddly to his statement. "Who?"

"You know who."

Chloe shook her head, frustrated. "He let me go. Maybe he does..." she couldn't quite finish the statement, "maybe. But he chose to let me date someone else rather than tell me who he is. And I don't care if that's because he doesn't trust me or because he's trying to protect me. Either way, that's how it is. He'd rather see me with someone else than tell me who he is."

Hal let her get all this out, assuming it had been pent up for a while. When she was done, he said simply, "Don't be so sure."

"Excuse me," Chloe deadpanned, more than unamused by his determination to drag her back through all of her Green-Arrow-related insecurities.

Hal shrugged. "All I'm saying is don't count him out, yet."

Chloe snorted, getting more frustrated by the minute. "This is ridiculous. And you know what? He hasn't exactly been knocking down my door to stop me from seeing someone else. I have a date tonight," she said, as if she needed to prove that she was moving on, "with someone who I think might be really great." Where did that come from? A week ago I didn't even know if I liked him.

"That's good."


"I said that's good. I said you shouldn't count him out, but I also think he needs a fire lit under him, and I think the reality of seeing you with someone else might be just the ticket."

Chloe's eyes narrowed. "I'm not going to use someone else to make him jealous. I would never treat someone that way."

Hal raised his hands defensively. "I'm not saying you should. All I'm doing is encouraging you to go out with someone else because our friend needs a reality check. If he doesn't wise up and someone else gets the girl," he raised his mug toward her in a toast, "then it's all for the best."

Chloe sipped her coffee thoughtfully, not sure whether she had an argument for that. Finally she sighed. "I'm still not sure what we're doing here."

"I told you who I am partly to test you, I'll admit."

Chloe didn't say anything, unsurprised by that.

"I wanted to see how you'd handle it. And I gotta say," he smirked, "you're one weird girl."

Chloe smirked as well. "I take it as a compliment."

"But I also wanted to make sure you could be trusted. I told you he's a friend. We go back a long time, and, personally, I've done the whole evil ex-girlfriend-betrayal thing, and I'd rather he didn't go through that." He gave her a serious look. "I hope I'm not wrong about you."

She nodded, understanding. "You can trust me."

"I hope so."

She glanced at her watch briefly. She'd been planning to pick up a few groceries that morning before going to meet Lois, rather than stopping for a chat with the Green Lantern. God, my life is weird. It looked like stocking her fridge was going to have to take a backseat. They were silent for a short time before Chloe realized there was something she needed to ask him about. "So you're close, you and he?"

"You could say that."

"What happened to him the other night?" she looked up from the depths of her coffee, wanting to catch his reaction. Hal's expression looked grim. He obviously knew what she was talking about, but he didn't respond right away.

"What do you mean?" he asked carefully.

"We both know. You said you knew I was kidnapped and that he rescued me. That means you know that...that something was wrong with him. What happened?"

Hal inhaled deeply, choosing his words carefully. "It's not...exactly what you think."

"Exactly?" she questioned.

"He screwed up. And he knows it. I think he scared himself almost as much as he probably scared you," he said, studying her shrewdly.

"But...he's okay?" she asked finally.

Hal nodded. "He's better. He's beating himself up a lot." He paused. "As he should. But he won't be taking any further trips down the rabbit hole, I assure you."

Chloe nodded, relieved. "Good." But she just couldn't let it go. "Why, though? Why would he take something that would do that to him?"

Hal sighed wearily. "A guy like him...he'll never admit this of course, but I think he has issues dealing with his own mortality. In his defense–which, admittedly, there isn't a lot to be had–he didn't intentionally wake up one morning and say, 'I think I'll take drugs today.' There were...extenuating circumstances. He didn't realize what he was taking, and once someone warned him..."

"He was too far gone to listen," Chloe finished for him, throat tight as she recalled his fury against her kidnapper. She blinked the image away as best she could.

Hal nodded. "Pretty much. But I can promise you it's over now."

"Okay," was all she could think to say. She was relieved to hear the words, but more than anything she wanted to be able to put the whole incident permanently behind her, to never relive that horrible night ever again. Now that she knew for certain that he was okay, she felt like she might finally be able to do that. She checked her watch again. She was meeting Lois in just ten minutes. She needed to go. "As...enlightening as this conversation has been, I have to go." She pulled her purse on her shoulder and started to stand up as Hal did the same. Then she paused and glanced up at him. "Would you...tell him that he can still talk to me if he wants? I never asked for radio silence, and...I miss him," she added finally, not quite able to meet Hal's eyes when she said it. "Just...tell him that, please?"

Hal smiled gently at her, and for a moment she realized how lucky the Green Arrow was to have a friend like him.

Chloe was sitting in the car beside Oliver, her mind a thousand miles away as she reeled over all that Hal had told her that morning over coffee. Lois had gotten fed up with Chloe's distracted state halfway through their shopping trip and then determined that what Chloe needed was someone to help her decide what to wear that night.

As Chloe had insisted repeatedly that Oliver told her jeans and a T-shirt were fine, Lois had sorted through Chloe's entire closet, eventually pulling out a soft plum-colored cashmere sweater with a scooped-neckline, a pair of dark-wash jeans, and Chloe's amethyst stud earrings.

"Comfy but sexy," Lois had declared the outfit when Chloe modeled it for her.

Oliver, in the driver's seat, was trying to stop thinking about all the things he wasn't supposed to say because he wasn't supposed to know them.

Screw it, he thought suddenly. I should just tell her. He nodded absently as he started building up his courage. And she's conveniently strapped into a moving car, which means she'd have to hear me out. So that's nice...

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and got momentarily distracted by how gorgeous she was, and how much he wanted to pull the car over and pull her into his lap and–

Focus. Focus. Okay, just out with it.

He opened his mouth, prepared for whatever form his confession was going to take on when she spoke first.

"So are you finally going to tell me what we're doing?" she asked with a grin, turning to look at him, returning from whatever far-off place had occupied her mind before that.

Oliver laughed, almost relieved to be sidetracked. "You really can't hold out any longer?" he teased.

She shook her head, smirking.

He sighed dramatically. "I'm almost worried you're going to be disappointed," he said.

She laughed. "Oh my God, just tell me!"

"Movies and takeout."

She gaped at him. "You're kidding."

He shook his head, holding back a laugh at her response. "Nope."

She shoved his shoulder. "That's what you couldn't tell me?" she demanded. "That's the big surprise?"

"Well, in my defense, I never said it was big. I just said it was a surprise."

She read his face carefully, as if to make sure he wasn't playing a joke on her. When she felt satisfied that he was, in fact, telling the truth, she flopped back in her seat and breathed a sigh of relief. "Well thank God."

He laughed again. "For what?"

She shook her head. "I was so worried that whatever we were doing was going to require energy on my part."

He gave her a funny look and she turned red.

"Not like that!" she hurried, "I just...ugh." She dropped her head back again, closing her eyes. "You can't imagine how exhausted I am," she said finally.

Oliver felt a pang as he glanced at her. She'd been through a lot over the last few days. "How are you, by the way?"

"Tired?" she suggested lightly.

He raised an eyebrow at her, unamused. "And the truth?"

She sighed. "Well, I am tired," she admitted. "But I'm okay, really. I'm just a little..." she trailed off, searching for a good word.

"Angry?" he asked.

She looked surprised. "Why would I be angry?"

Crap, he thought. "I guess...I don't know, you seemed like maybe more than just the kidnapping upset you," he tried, hoping he didn't sound like he knew too much about it as he pulled into the parking garage.

She glanced at him in surprise. It was almost a little too insightful. "How did you know?"

Oliver swallowed nervously and got out of the car to get the door for her, his mind reeling for a good answer. "Lucky guess," he said simply, as if he were purposefully being coy.

Climbing out of the car, she gave him a partly suspicious look, but eventually gave in. "I just...I guess you could say I had an argument with a friend. I was worried about him. But I think he's okay now," she added thoughtfully.

"Yeah?" he asked, heart-rate picking up uncomfortably. "You talk to him since then?"

She shook her head. "I've been meaning to, but...I don't know, things were a little strained. Wait, I'm sorry–" she paused looking around her, "–do you have your own garage level?" she asked, realizing there were only about three cars in the entire space as well as what looked like a motorcycle with a cover draped over it.

He smirked. "Don't be ridiculous." He pressed the button for the private elevator. "I have my own garage," he teased. "The really fun cars are one level down." He laughed as she stood gaping and grabbed her sleeve to tug her into the elevator. "So this friend of yours," he asked when the doors slid closed. "If you haven't spoken to him, how do you know he's okay?"

Still mildly distracted by the idea of a man with enough vehicles to fill an entire multi-level garage, Chloe answered absently, "He...sent me an e-mail and he sounded like he was better. And a..." she hesitated thoughtfully, "mutual friend told me that he was okay."

Oliver frowned. Then realization donned on him. No...he wouldn't. "Mutual friend?" he asked dryly.

Chloe nodded. "Mmhmm."

"Interesting," he said flatly, before deciding to switch the subject. "So what are you hungry for? I haven't ordered yet because I wasn't sure what you'd want."

She grinned. "And whose fault is that?" she teased.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well," she said. "If you would have just told me what we were doing, you could have asked days ago what kind of food I like, and there could have been hot takeout waiting for me."

"Waiting for you?" he asked when the doors reopened. "What about me?"

"You can have the leftovers," she smirked.

He laughed, "Oh, I see how it is. Fine," he pulled out his phone, walking into the kitchen, "then I'm ordering whatever I want and you don't get any input at all," he taunted, dialing a number as she laughed at his childishness.

"Fine," she said. "I get to pick the movie," she challenged.

"Uh huh."

An hour later found Chloe leaning comfortably against Oliver on the couch, the light of the TV flickering across their faces, empty Thai takeout boxes on the table in front of them.

My gosh, he's comfortable. Chloe thought vaguely. It had been so long since the last time she'd been with the Green Arrow. It felt so nice to be next to someone. She wasn't sure how she had gotten so comfortable around him so quickly. For a moment she'd stopped to think about how weird it was, how she should feel much more reserved and even a little nervous around him, but now that she had–thankfully–gotten over her nervous tick of insulting him every other sentence, she just felt good around him. He was so much bigger than her, like if he decided to wrap his arms around her (which some small part of her was secretly hoping he would) his body would swallow hers whole. And he was warmer than a furnace.

The strangest part was that she felt so incredibly secure with him there. Everywhere she'd been the last couple of days, she'd had to force herself to relax, to remind herself that it was over. Both Jackson and Mrs. Prinn were under lock and key awaiting their trial, and she had been assured by Defense Attorney David Otten that he was going to make sure they saw justice. She smiled vaguely as she thought of the DA. Just as she was saying goodbye to them, Kate had shown up for lunch with him. It seemed that Kate had found her own hero.

That aside, her dreams had been filled with Jackson's face, his threats, the leer in his eyes...only in her sleep, the Green Arrow didn't get there in time...

But here, with Oliver, she felt calm and safe, no longer worried about the outside world, that somehow Jackson was going to be around the next corner. It was strange all right.

No, she argued with herself suddenly, long since having given up on paying attention to the movie, the safety feeling isn't the strangest thing. The strangest thing is the desire to rip his clothes off and lick every inch of his body. Jeez, I'm screwed up.

It couldn't be helped. He was...magnetic. She couldn't understand the impulse she had to just turn around and capture his lips with hers, rubbing her body against his. Sure, she'd been attracted to men she didn't know that well in the past, but she hadn't had to use all of her will power to control the impulse to throw herself at them. She supposed that Lois would say it was just because she hadn't had sex in a while, but she'd gone longer than this before...painfully longer. She had no explanation for how readily she could imagine allowing him to grip her thighs and wrap them around his waist.

She shifted slightly, licking her lips and pressing her thighs together subtly at the thought. It was going to be a long night.

Oliver glanced down at the top of Chloe's head, wondering what she was thinking about. He smiled softly at how obviously comfortable she was resting on his chest, as if she'd done it a dozen times before. He wondered if she realized how quickly she'd slipped into that comfort with him. Part of him worried that she might realize how familiar this felt. How long would it take her to put the pieces together? Was it too soon to tell her? In the car he'd had himself all but convinced to just have out with it, but then she'd interrupted him before he ever got the chance. Was that a sign to wait? He swallowed tightly at the thought that there might never be a right time. All he wanted was to just come clean to her right then and there and make love to her for the rest of the night...and possibly the rest of tomorrow, too. More immediately, her hand was resting lightly on his chest, and he found himself resisting an almost overwhelming urge to lift it and suck her fingers into his mouth, to see how long it took for her eyes to darken and her pulse to quicken.

He swallowed tightly, wondering vaguely if she would think it were weird if he sat on his hands.

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Current Music: Dream a Little Dream--Louis Armstrong
thewindwalker7thewindwalker7 on May 31st, 2011 04:47 pm (UTC)
Loved it! thanks for updating! :-)
jessicaj703: Chlolliejessicaj703 on May 31st, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
Yay! I was so excited to see a new chapter at the top of my f-list this morning. :) I'd been dying to find out what would happen next and you certainly didn't disappoint I love how devious Hal was in doing his best to tell Chloe Ollie's secret under the guise of telling her his own.

Favorite line: 'Oliver frowned. Then realization donned on him. No...he wouldn't. "Mutual friend?" he asked dryly.' Looking forward to the next conversation between Hal and Ollie. ;)

Great description of how Chloe warmed to him so quickly - she's going to figure it out for real soon, right? She's had so many clues... Can't wait to see what happens!
saurina: CO eskimo kisssaurina on May 31st, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
During Chloe's talk with Hall I kept thinking; Come on Chloe, put two and two together. You can do it girl!! Ha ha.. But nahhh she didn't LOL! Ohh and then on her date with Oliver, she sits real close to him and again I kept thinking; Come on Chloe, beat him to it!!

I'll bet that both Oliver and Hal will be feeling Chloe's wrath when she finally figures this out. Yikes guys you're in for a hard time!! Awww and poor Oliver is all heartbroken from his not so well planned out decissions. I hope those two crazy kids will figure it out soon, because they are clearly both suffering.

Another wonderful chapter, this story is truely amazing. Can't wait to see what happens next..:)))
Emily Isham ChristensenEmily Isham Christensen on May 31st, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
Love it! Oh....you are just playing this so well. I love that she doesn't know, he wants to tell her, and now Hal is dropping hints. Yea! Just stop whatever you are doing and write, write, write. ;)
vamp1987vamp1987 on May 31st, 2011 07:20 pm (UTC)
They have a ton of tension mounting. I hope the truth comes out before Chloe is broken.
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Elizabeth Heltonwatchtower1 on May 31st, 2011 07:29 pm (UTC)
favorite line so far "oh look...coffee".
On another note, Oliver just tell her already or I will hit you!
breakmyheart: [Smallville] Chloe/Oliver thegrin on May 31st, 2011 07:47 pm (UTC)
Hee I love this chapter, I loved the Hal/Chloe interactions, Hal was kinda sweet by trying to help Oliver and the fact that Hal and Chloe are beginning to be friends makes me happy!
I love how comfortable Chloe and Oliver are with each other and I think she is going to grow suspicious the more she knows about him !
Great chapter, thanks for sharing <3
mystic_ri96mystic_ri96 on May 31st, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)
ok i loved Hal :D and i can't wait to see how Ollie reacts the next time he sees him =P
'Oliver frowned. Then realization donned on him. No...he wouldn't. "Mutual friend?" he asked dryly.' hahaha
and im really liking the Chlollie progression
update soon plz
abarbiestory: Don't want ken 2abarbiestory on May 31st, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
you write Hal soooo goooooooodddd
its cray!! I like that you had Hal
give Chloe little hints, she has to
be close to figuring it out.

I especially love how you have
Oliver really trying for chloe to
get to know him personally. I'm
just waiting for him to slip up
or kiss he so she can have conformation!
jenwin23jenwin23 on June 1st, 2011 01:32 am (UTC)
I didn't expect your Hal to make that move. Interesting.

Love the date, but still dying for someone to catch a clue or make a move.
purple_moon123: Bart/Impulsepurple_moon123 on June 1st, 2011 07:24 am (UTC)
YAY!!! Update!!!!!!!

Loving Hal so freaking much!!!! I just love that he left Chloe standing outside all confused.

Part of me wants Chloe to figure it out but the other very loud part wants for Oliver to come clean and tell her!!!!

Can't wait for the next part!!!
Yun-Harla: chlollie endgamegenki_geek on June 1st, 2011 09:48 am (UTC)
I love how you write Hal. I can just imagine Ryan Reynolds saying all that in the GL movie. LOL
Melissa Dougherty LongmuirMelissa Dougherty Longmuir on June 1st, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC)
Great chapter as always!! I love the whole scene of Chloe and Hal! I can't believe she hasn't figured it out yet although I can understand as well. Too many emotions and too much involved... Can't wait to see what happens next...it's been way too long since the last smut chapter!! LOL
April: Chloe/Oliver all4chlollie on June 2nd, 2011 01:52 am (UTC)
Read this chapter yesterday but didn't review. Thought I would now. I love your version of Hal. He's adorable but a believer in love. I like how he's pushing Chloe closer to Oliver's secret. I'm glad Oliver and Chloe finally had a real date. I look forward to reading more. Good job Blue!
Galen: Roguephoenix_173 on June 2nd, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC)
I love this story! Your Hal cracks me up. I like that he took control and met up with Chloe. Eventually tho', she's gonna put 2 and 2 together and figure everything out. And I can't wait for the show!