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Watching over me

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Summary: Oliver Queen, in his attempts to stop Lex Luthor's 33.1 searches the globe for people who can help but then he comes across a sleepy town called Sunnydale where the resident do-gooder isn't all she seems.

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Smallville > Buffy-CenteredBobbieRaeFR721,217053,51310 Dec 0721 Dec 07No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

Who are you? (Missing scene from prologue)

An addition to the prologue, I do get annoyed with myself for writing these short non-enities but unfortunately i'm suffering time constrictions due to real-life. Hot damn if only I lived in a bubble. This addition is also unbeta'd and I apologise as I know it annoys some people but tough as I haven't found anyone who will do it. A little side note this chapter is told indirectly from the POV of Oliver.

HUGE disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, JLA and BTVS :( Own nothing dream everything.

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Missing Scene - Who are you?

Later that evening the raid on LexCorp's 33.1 California operation had afford them some time to figure a way of shutting it down but it still held no joy for Oliver as he watched A.C. on the dock, zip up the body bags of the people Luthor had experimented on.

Forever his number two, Victor took his place beside Oliver, "More than the last op Ollie"

"Damn it" Oliver cursed, he had hoped he was having a positive affect on the 33.1 situation but it was as if their presence just agitated Lex into doing more experiments and throwing them back in Oliver's face.

If only someone like her had been here Oliver thought, if she was out there fighting against 'evil' would she not have tried to stop this had she known? Or was she waging her own personal war like Clark was?

Bart Allen or better known Impulse sat on a crate just to the right of Oliver and Victor, taking a huge chunk out of his apple. A constant appetite plagued Bart...actually Bart loved it but it annoyed Oliver that he continually had to go out just to find something to eat.

"Yo guys..." Bart nodded to the figure walking along the beach, seemingly small and almost unseen, not a threat but could be questionable if they saw what the four men where doing up there. Oliver was the only one who was in his normal attire, of a simple navy dress shirt and black pants, as his ability had not been needed tonight, so it was then acknowledged he would go.

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Oliver slowly jogged to where the figure sat on a rock, apparently just watching the ocean. He gently called out "Hey" as not to cause alarm or agitate the person in anyway. Turning, Oliver realised it was the woman from the cemetery, she had obviously changed for coming out to the ocean, she stood up on the rock and Oliver saw that she was wearing a simple pale pink sundress. From here even Oliver could appreciate the nice view she cut in it.

"Who are you?" She demanded, as she moved to get down from the rock, Oliver, ever the gentleman instinctively moved to help her but as she refused his help she slid slightly on the rock falling forward into Oliver's open arms. Her hands rested on his shoulders gently gripping them. Slowly Oliver moved back, giving her space, quite angrily she brushed down her dress, getting rid of any imaginary dust and dirt.

"You still didn't answer me? Or are you mute?" Her anger was founded in embarassment Oliver realised, she wasn't use to being helped.

"Oliver, Oliver Queen" He offered his hand, but she didn't take it. He gave her a open smile, at this she seemed to unbristle somewhat, "Nice to meet you Oliver" But it still didn't stop her from walking in the other direction but Oliver called out after her, "You didn't tell me your name"

Smiling sweetly she called out, "I know" Oliver just stared dumbly, he felt like he had been pole-axled in a matter of seconds, but in the end the job was done and she wouldn't be able to bother them but it did make Oliver think...

Who are you?

The End?

You have reached the end of "Watching over me" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 21 Dec 07.

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