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jesterladyficTitle: A Masterpiece of Meticulous Exactitude
by Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver, Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana
Summary: Oliver, Clark and Lex cook up an idea for the whole team to participate in. If only things would go right for once.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. The title is from a Deep Space Nine Episode.
Part One: The Proposal
Part Two: The Planning
Part Three: The Production
Part Four: The Post-Event
Oliver stretched and leaned over to brush an errant curl off the face of the sleeping woman in his bed. Chloe had fallen asleep a little while before and he didn’t want to wake her. He was sure she must be tired. After hobnobbing with all of their guests, taking much more of a ribbing, even signing an autograph for a straight-faced Emil, and cleaning up a bit at the mansion, they’d come home and gone straight to bed. Straight to sleep was another thing entirely. Grinning quietly to himself, he dressed silently and headed out the window, swinging from building to building until he reached Watchtower.
“It’s about time, Oliver,” Lex said from out of the shadows. “What took you so long? Wait, let me guess, a petite blonde needed your help with something?”
“More like the other way around,” Oliver said with a smirk. “Come on, Lex, I’m sure you and Lana reunited in an…exuberant fashion.”
“Yet here I am on time.”
There was a swoosh and then Clark was standing in front of them. Both men turned to face the third member of their midnight meeting.
“Ah, you made it,” Oliver said, clapping him on the back.
“I still don’t see why this couldn’t wait till tomorrow,” Clark said, grumbling. “Lois is mad enough at me for running out during the play.”
“She got to kick my ass during the final act, so she can’t be too upset,” Lex said, rubbing his shoulder.
“I don’t think Clorinda’s ever been quite so feisty,” Oliver agreed, “but we love her that way. Now, let’s get going.”
“The things we do for you,” Lex said, sighing.
Oliver stopped and turned around because it was true.
“Thanks, guys. Not just for tonight, but for the play. I think we all needed that and if it weren’t for you backing me up it wouldn’t have happened. You’re both…the best friends a guy could hope for.”
Clark coughed and turned away.
“Uh, thanks, Oliver. You, you too. You know I feel the same.”
Lex rolled his eyes.
“Hell, Queen, now you made him get all sentimental. We all know we’re friends, the best, BFF, bromance central, etc. We don’t have to advertise it. And don’t even suggest making this play a yearly event. I’m tired and bruised and not looking forward to tomorrow's board meeting, so can’t we just fight evil already?”
Oliver smiled and flipped his hood up, slipping his glasses on. Chloe had informed him that there had been many minor Justice League matters that she’d put to the side so he could finish the play and he’d asked Clark and Lex to help him at least start putting them right tonight so she could sleep. He figured he owed her that much. With the help of the second fastest man on the planet and his second preferred eye in the sky, he figured it wouldn’t take that long.
“Robin Hood away,” he said cheekily and fired an arrow into the night.
Behind him Clark vanished and Lex slipped a com link into his ear. Time to go to work.
by Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Chloe/Oliver, Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana
Summary: Oliver, Clark and Lex cook up an idea for the whole team to participate in. If only things would go right for once.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. The title is from a Deep Space Nine Episode.
Part One: The Proposal
Part Two: The Planning
Part Three: The Production
Part Four: The Post-Event
Oliver stretched and leaned over to brush an errant curl off the face of the sleeping woman in his bed. Chloe had fallen asleep a little while before and he didn’t want to wake her. He was sure she must be tired. After hobnobbing with all of their guests, taking much more of a ribbing, even signing an autograph for a straight-faced Emil, and cleaning up a bit at the mansion, they’d come home and gone straight to bed. Straight to sleep was another thing entirely. Grinning quietly to himself, he dressed silently and headed out the window, swinging from building to building until he reached Watchtower.
“It’s about time, Oliver,” Lex said from out of the shadows. “What took you so long? Wait, let me guess, a petite blonde needed your help with something?”
“More like the other way around,” Oliver said with a smirk. “Come on, Lex, I’m sure you and Lana reunited in an…exuberant fashion.”
“Yet here I am on time.”
There was a swoosh and then Clark was standing in front of them. Both men turned to face the third member of their midnight meeting.
“Ah, you made it,” Oliver said, clapping him on the back.
“I still don’t see why this couldn’t wait till tomorrow,” Clark said, grumbling. “Lois is mad enough at me for running out during the play.”
“She got to kick my ass during the final act, so she can’t be too upset,” Lex said, rubbing his shoulder.
“I don’t think Clorinda’s ever been quite so feisty,” Oliver agreed, “but we love her that way. Now, let’s get going.”
“The things we do for you,” Lex said, sighing.
Oliver stopped and turned around because it was true.
“Thanks, guys. Not just for tonight, but for the play. I think we all needed that and if it weren’t for you backing me up it wouldn’t have happened. You’re both…the best friends a guy could hope for.”
Clark coughed and turned away.
“Uh, thanks, Oliver. You, you too. You know I feel the same.”
Lex rolled his eyes.
“Hell, Queen, now you made him get all sentimental. We all know we’re friends, the best, BFF, bromance central, etc. We don’t have to advertise it. And don’t even suggest making this play a yearly event. I’m tired and bruised and not looking forward to tomorrow's board meeting, so can’t we just fight evil already?”
Oliver smiled and flipped his hood up, slipping his glasses on. Chloe had informed him that there had been many minor Justice League matters that she’d put to the side so he could finish the play and he’d asked Clark and Lex to help him at least start putting them right tonight so she could sleep. He figured he owed her that much. With the help of the second fastest man on the planet and his second preferred eye in the sky, he figured it wouldn’t take that long.
“Robin Hood away,” he said cheekily and fired an arrow into the night.
Behind him Clark vanished and Lex slipped a com link into his ear. Time to go to work.
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