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Smallville 100 words Drabble Challenge

April 2011

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[community profile] sv100 was a LiveJournal weekly community challenge inspired by the LJ communities batfic100 {now defunct} & twilight100, based on Smallville where you join a team (Aliens, Metahumans & Humans) and write as many 100 worded drabbles to earn points for your team.

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Title: Envy
Challenge: Green
Character/Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: G
Warnings/Notes: none

It was said that green was the color of envy. Because of that, it made sense that the petite, pretty blonde on Oliver Queen's arm was wearing a long, slim column of a dress in that color... That his date's smiling eyes were such a clear shade of it. Not because the blonde that had Oliver's full attention was envious of anyone - or that she had any reason to be. No, the choice of color for Chloe's dress was perfect not because she was envious of anyone... But because every other woman in the room? Was envious of her.

Title: Rescued
Challenge: Green
Character/Pairing: Chloe, Oliver
Rating: PG
Warnings/Notes: none

She was going to die. There was no way out of it this time - the thug had a gun, and Chloe knew her taser was no match for that. So she stood there in that alley, her eyes darting around, looking for an escape that she knew wasn't there... She screamed for help and fought the urge to cry, then there was a soft sound, arrow releasing from bow... A flash of green entering her vision just before a strong arm grabbed her, the familiar metallic voice telling her that everything was going to be okay.

She was safe.

Title: I Know
Challenge: Green
Character/Pairing: Chloe/Oliver-ish
Rating: PG
Warnings/Notes: none

She was wearing a green blouse. Soft and thin and filmy and incredibly distracting because it was his favorite color and it fit her in just the right way and... oh, crap, she was speaking to him again.

"Yeah, Watchtower?"

"You're staring at me. And you're not staring at my face," she told him, and he could swear he was blushing as he realized he'd been staring at her chest, and he forced himself to lift his gaze, finding her face (amused, not angry), and meeting her eyes...

"Don't wear green."

"Why not?"

"It distracts me."

Chloe smiled. "I know."

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