Keeping Up Appearances
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Smallville.
Spoilers: Possibly.
Warning: Huge warning. This fanfic will contain one of the worst things imaginable in the Chlex verse. Chloe is going to be with someone other than Lex. I know, I know, but it spoke to me so here we are. Don’t worry our preferred billionaire will turn up, at some point.
Summary: Chloe goes undercover as Oliver’s spoilt fiancée in order to discover who is infiltrating the Justice League.
Prologue
“Oliver Queen this had better not just be some scheme to get into my pants”, Chloe said, reclining against the limo’s soft leather interior as they wound through the streets. She tucked her short blond hair behind her ear and and then popped a chip inside, pressing it to assure herself that it was working.
“Don’t flatter yourself Sullivan”, a decidedly masculine voice replied as he likewise inserted and checked his earpiece.
She rolled her eyes. Not taking him seriously. She flipped open her compact mirror and examined her reflection. “Enjoying the view, boys?”
“You know it”, the voice came through clearly from her earpiece. Causing her to smirk.
“May I remind you that that is my wife you are talking about”, Oliver’s voice broke in.
“Future wife. And only if things go really wrong”, she corrected him and clipped the compact shut, denying the other members of the Justice League a view of her features.
“Ever the optimist”, he flashed her a dazzling smile.
“That’s why you pay me the big bucks”, she returned.
He opened his mouth as if he would have replied but as they pulled him he just grinned then whispered, “Welcome to Italy”.
“Grazie”.
~*~
Chloe stood in the penthouse of Rome’s premier hotel, bathed in the bright sunlight which flooded in through the large open windows, draped in an affected air of self-importance and Gucci. She looked about her without enthusiasm from the view, to the hotel suite, to the maître d’. The last of these she sent on its way with a flick of her manicured hand, leaving the utilitarian matter of payment to her beleaguered beau.
Oliver handed over several hundred Euro notes, ordered that they not be disturbed under any circumstances and locked the door once they were alone, while Chloe simply took out her phone and became wholly absorbed by it.
Oliver came to stand by her and placed his hand on the small of her back as he asked, “What do you think of the place?”
Chloe raised her eyes from her device for a moment and answered in bored accents, “It is hopelessly deary”. With that, she lost interest in him and began wandering from one room to the next dividing her apparently unimpressed attention between the splendours surrounding her and those on her screen.
“Yes, I suppose that it is rather”, he examined the frescos, with a smirk in her direction he continued, “you would have thought that they might have done it up in the last hundred years or so”.
She shot him an irritated glance, before responding, “Quite”. She continued her strolling until finally she deigned to return to his side, snapped her phone shut and declared, “Done”.
“No bugs?” Oliver checked.
“None whatsoever”, she smiled. “I found and disposed of a couple remotely from Watchtower but no new ones have manifested themselves”.
“You are brilliant”, he declared with boyish enthusiasm and admiration.
“Thanks boss”, she patted him on the arm.
He smiled. He always did when she called him that. “So, what do you think?”
“Are you kidding? It is brilliant!” Chloe enthused skipping back out of the living room into the adjoining master bedroom. “I have to call Dad just to tell him. And Lois and …” She broke off as she came back down to earth.
“Sorry”, Oliver ran his hand through his short blond spikes.
“It’s alright”, Chloe shrugged, embarrassed that she had let herself get carried away. It wasn’t like her. “I’ll just tell them when it is all over”.
“Unless they see you in the papers first”, he teased her.
“That is what the glasses are for”, she indicated to the large pair of designer sunglasses she had placed on the coffee table soon after they had entered the room but which had adorned her features whilst outside.
“They will still be able to tell”, he replied as he fingered the oddly shaped glasses. They were enormous.
“Only if they look closely and Dad won’t read an article just because it centres around you. His schedule is far too busy now that he is retired”, she said happily. She had been worried about him becoming bored and lonely once he had given up work. His decision to take up tennis had been a nice surprise. The surfing had been a little more shocking but he seemed happy enough.
“No”, Oliver conceded, “but Lois might”.
Chloe shrugged and flopped down on the bed. “Hopefully we will be out for here before it ever … I take it back”. She had been moving her head around to stretch out her neck when something had caught her eye, reminding her of her earlier discovery.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, coming up to where she had been lying only to have her dash off into the bathroom.
“I’m sorry Mr Queen”, she began very seriously, “but I have deduced that we cannot possibly finish this project in a few mere days. I am afraid that a new piece of information has come into my possession and we won’t be able to leave for at least a week!”
“And what might that be?” Oliver enquired following her into the en suite, his interest piqued.
“Have you seen the size of that bath?” Chloe clapped her hands together once.
The corner of his lips began to quirk upwards but he strove for control and a serious expression, “A Jacuzzi bath in point of fact”.
“A Jacuzzi bath in point of fact”, she repeated and then sighed, “I’m in heaven”.
“There is a mystery to be solved”, he reminded her with mock sternness.
“Good, I always get bored without one”, she replied cheekily. She was like Nancy Drew.
He just smiled and shook his head.
A/N: Yet another fanfic. Please review if you have read it.
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