I walk inside the barn, speaking. "Clark," I call out.
"Up here," he answers. I rush up to the loft, and he looks at me. "Are you okay? You seem upset."
"I went to see Oliver after I heard about the Green Arrow getting shot," I admit.
"And?"
"Clark, he was not acting like himself. His door was unlocked, his gear was out in the open. He was working out when I got there, like he hadn't gotten shot at all. He looked completely fine, but he was acting weird. I mean, he yelled at me about how I'm hiding my powers instead of using them to help people," I explain. "Then, before I left, I caught him sticking a needle in his arm after he shattered a glass in his hand."
"I'll talk to Chloe about it, but maybe you should stay away from him. I don't want you getting hurt," Clark sighs.
"Clark... I can't do that. I've already hurt him once. I can't abandon him now, too. I'm coming with you."
*at The Daily Planet*
"I take it this wasn't a party favor," Chloe says, looking at the needle in the bag.
"I broke into his apartment. There might be some residue still left on it," Clark says.
"I call Oliver Queen a lot of things but I never thought I'd call him a junkie," she sighs.
"Chloe, I don't think he's getting high," I admit.
"Come on, Callie, you of all people should know that everyone has their secrets. Besides, it's not that much of a stretch to think that a jetsetting billionaire might have a habit to hide," she says.
"Well, can you just get it checked out. We'll know for sure," I ask.
"Yeah. I'll text my bio-chem buddy at Met U. Hopefully he hasn't left for Thanksgiving already," she nods.
"Hey, that Green Arrow story. That victim actually see him get shot," Clark questions.
"No, but the people that owned the car did come forward and say that he saved them from a car-jacking that night. He hasn't been spotted since," Chloe explains. "Um, so I'm just gonna get this syringe to my chemist."
"Great," Clark nods.
"Why don't you head out and I will get a hold of you as soon as I find anything," she says, walking us over to the elevator.
"Are you trying to get rid of us," Clark questions.
"No, why would I wanna do that?"
Clark looks over to see Lana walking down the steps. She looks around when she sees Clark. Clark glances at Chloe and back at Lana. "Lana."
"Hi."
"Us girls were just gonna get some lunch," Chloe says.
"That's great, uh, have a good time," Clark nods, as the elevator dings. I quickly grab his hand and pull him into the elevator, pressing the button.
"You okay," I ask, looking up at him.
"I'm fine," he nods.
"You sure?"
"I'll live, Callie," he sighs, looking at me.
"Okay. Look, I am here if you want to talk to me. I'm still your sister."
"I know," he nods.
