It's The Little Things

Title: It’s The Little Things
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Oliver/Chloe
Word Count: 1,330
Prompt: "Socks” written for week #18 of Fandom_Fridays and the Chlollie 'Girl in Green' Challenge.



The elevator dinged and Chloe stepped out into the penthouse apartment as she glanced down at her watch and sighed. It was late and she was exhausted.

She’d spent the better part of the day at Watchtower helping Clark with a Kandorian related issue and she was looking forward to curling up with a glass of wine and Oliver at her side.

It wasn’t until she kicked off her heels and made her way into the living room that she noticed the lack of light filling the apartment. She frowned, her hand reaching up to flip on the lamp. The first thing she noticed was the red light flickering on Oliver’s answering machine.

She moved quietly across the room, pressed the play button, and let out a long breath as his voice floated through the silent room.

“Hey Chloe…hopefully your curiosity has gotten the better of you and you’re playing this message. I know I was supposed to come home tonight, but things are taking longer than expected and it looks like I’m not going to be making it back to Metropolis for another two days.”

There was a pause on the answering machine and her shoulders slumped slightly as his heavy sigh came over the line, voice lowering as he continued in a softer voice.

“I know I’ve been gone for close to two weeks. I’m sorry Sidekick. I really thought I’d be there waiting for you tonight when you came strolling through the door. I’ll be in a meeting until about one in the morning your time. I had Roberto pick up your favorite from Alessandro’s it should be in the fridge, and yes I had him make sure there were no mushrooms. Stay the night and relax. I’ll try giving you a call when I’m finished for the night.”

The phone beeped, a mechanical voice indicating there were no more new messages. A small smile appeared on her face at Oliver’s thoughtfulness. He knew she’d been helping Clark today and he probably knew how well that had gone.

Things between them hadn’t exactly been great lately and Oliver knew how much that stressed her out. She walked down the hallway passed the kitchen, and toward his bedroom. If she was going to spend the night there without him, she was going to be comfortable doing it.

She rummaged through his closet pulling out one of his shirts and tossing it on the bed while moving in the direction of the dresser in search of what she liked to call her comfort socks. A few minutes later she was stripping down to her undergarments.

As Chloe moved toward the bed she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside before pulling the black silk shirt over her skin. She closed her eyes as the fabric glided against her body creating goose bumps on her flesh. It sounded completely silly, but wearing Oliver’s clothes always somehow made her feel closer to him.

She buttoned the shirt, sat down on the bed, and pulled the green striped socks onto her feet. She wiggled her cotton covered toes and grinned. Oliver bought her the socks after the first time she’d spent the night at his place.

At some point that night she’d mentioned something about her sensitive feet and his cold floors. The next time she came over there, a pair of brand new socks were lying on his bed in all their fluffy glory. The sheer thoughtfulness of his gift had made her tear up.

She’d been extremely embarrassed when he’d caught her ready to bawl her eyes out because of a pair of socks. Oliver had been so worried he’d done something to upset her he’d almost thrown them away.

He would never even consider doing that now. Oliver was very aware of how attached she was to said socks and had mocked her on more than one occasion about it. But what he didn’t understand was, it wasn’t the socks themselves that she loved, it was what they represented.

The socks meant someone cared enough about her to worry. They meant that he truly listened to the things she said, even if it didn’t always agree with them. They meant he wanted her to feel comfortable in his home and he’d do what he could to make sure she was.

They were just a pair of green socks and yet they were so much more. That night was the first time she’d realized that this thing between them had grown into more than just two friends having great sex. They were in a relationship and it had happened without her even recognizing it.

Chloe pushed herself off the bed and made her way into the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets as she got her dinner out of the fridge and poured a glass of wine before taking everything into the living room. She put everything down gently on the table before walking across the room to Oliver’s stereo.

She turned it on and pressed play. The soothing sounds of Debussy floated through the speaker and she smiled. That had been what she’d been listening to the last time she’d been here.

The fact that he’d left it in there made warmth fill her as she sat on the plush chair and pulled her feet up and underneath her. She was just about to bring the glass of wine to her lips when her cell phone buzzed. She glanced at her blackberry reaching for it and lifting it off the table.

“Hello.”

“Hey you.”

“Hey Ollie, meetings over already?”

“Already? It’s ten forty-five here, which means it’s almost two in Metropolis. You sound more awake then you should.”

“Is it that late? I didn’t realize. I just got back not long ago.”

Chloe could hear the frown in Oliver’s voice as he spoke.

“Have you eaten?”

“I’m eating now.”

“Good. How was your day?”

Chloe grunted.

“Long. Yours?”

“Long.”

She chuckled as she picked at her pasta.

“So when did you say you were coming back?”

“Worst case scenario? Two days, but I’m hoping to wrap everything up and get out of here tomorrow.”

She nodded, not that he could see her as she continued eating. Oliver cleared his throat and she heard some noise on the other end of the phone before he sighed.

“Okay well I just wanted to check in and make sure everything went okay today and see if you decided to stay at the penthouse.”

“I did indeed. There’s food and wine here. Not to mention my favorite article of clothing.”

“Ahhh yes, the socks. You’re wearing them right now aren’t you?”

“Sure am along with your black silk shirt.”

He groaned and she chuckled.

“You’re an evil woman Chloe Sullivan.”

She opened her mouth when she heard voices on the other line. Oliver swore before his voice lowered.

“Hey I’m gonna have to cut this phone call short sidekick, I’m sorry.”

“No big deal.”

“Hopefully I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Oh and one more thing. There’s Tiramisu in the fridge, thought you’d like a piece. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Before she could even say thank you the line was dead. She shook her head and put the phone back on the table as she quietly finished eating in the peaceful apartment. She glanced briefly at the socks on her feet, another smile lighting up her face.

They may just be socks to Oliver and to everyone else, but to her they were the start of something new. It was the little things that mattered, not the grand gestures, but the actions that no one paid attention to. It had been those things that had finally made Chloe let her guard down and open up to Oliver.

It would be those very same things that hopefully kept them together for years to come. To think she owed her entire relationship to one pair of socks…who would have thought? Definitely not Chloe Sullivan.