Ok...so, when I got this idea from Marcy, it was just going to be a one-shot. But i can never seem to wrap things up that quick...so I think this is going to be in 5 parts.

This is Chloe's POV in my first story, Lilies. If you don't read that story, then this might be a little confusing.

I want to thank everyone that read Lilies and know that I greatly appreciate all the wonderful feedback on it. I hope you like this and I pray I've done justice to Chloe.

Clark's POV is coming after I finish this. It will be much longer, probably more like Lois' POV in Lilies.

I hope to have the next update to this posted sometime Sunday.

Again, feedback, positive and negative, is loved and appreciated!

Author: Alison

Disclaimer: Characters belong to DC Comics, WB, AlMiles, etc. etc. etc.

Part 1

She swiveled around in her desk chair and flipped her laptop open. The screen flickered to life as she sipped the warm coffee in the brown cup. She had a ton of work to do. Two articles she hoped Ms. Kahn way upstairs would print somewhere in the paper, plus three term papers in two classes due next week. There just weren't enough hours in a day.

Her weird little hometown hadn't even crossed her mind. At least not in a week. She hadn't seen Lois or Clark in over a week. She'd emailed Lois a few times, and managed to squeeze in a quick phone call now and then, but nothing major. No real talk or even gossip. Just a couple of quick catch-ups in less than three minutes.

It's not that she didn't want to see or talk to them. She just couldn't find time. Besides, Lois needed her space anyway this week. She knew not to call or see her this week. No, this week always belonged to Lois and her mom. And that's the way it would probably always be. Lois wouldn't have it any other way.

She clicked several things on the screen. First to check email, then she had to get started on those articles.

"You're Beautiful" by James Blunt began to resonate from her cell phone. Who could be calling her at eight in the morning? She was positive it wasn't Lois. She never got up before noon.

She reached in her bag for the phone and glanced at the caller ID. Clark Cell flashed in green and a smile graced her lips. She quickly flipped the phone open.

"Good morning, Clark."

"Hey, Chloe."

He sounded different. He didn't sound like something was wrong. No, he just sounded…different.

"Is everything okay?"

A long pause. That was never a good sign. She didn't always listen to Lois when she talked about Clark and his brooding, but she was beginning to see what she meant.

"Yeah, Chloe, everything's okay. I guess."

"Okay, you guess? Something's up with you, Clark. Now what is it?"

Another pause. She could hear him sigh on the other end. Yep, there's that brooding Lois was always rambling about.

"I want to do something for Lois."

What? Lois?

She laughed.

"You want to do something for Lois? What, were you planning on punking her?"

"No. I want to do something for her. Something…nice."

What was he talking about? Did he like her? What was going on? So many thoughts swam through her head. She didn't know which one to grab onto first.

"What are you talking about, Clark? What's going on?"

She could hear the sighing on the other end again.

"Look, she's going through a rough time right now. I've never seen her like this. I just want to do something for her…you know, to show that she's not…alone."

Did he know about this week? Did he know about Lois and her mom?

"Okay…you're gonna have to be a bit more specific with me, Clark. Even with all my intrepid reporter skills, I'm still having trouble following you."

There was that familiar sigh again.

"I stayed over at Lois' last night."

"You did what?"

She screamed into the phone as Timmy the Copy Guy walked past her desk, shooting her a quizzical glance as he raised his eyebrows.

This was worse than she thought.

"Relax, Chloe. Nothing happened. She was just having a hard time last night and I stayed to keep her company. That's all. I slept on her couch."

Whew. It's not that she would've been that upset if something did happen between Lois and Clark. It's just that she wasn't ready for anything to happen. Not yet, anyway. After all, it was her cousin and her best friend.

Even though she had feelings for Clark for several years, she was beginning to let them go. She discovered how easy it was to let them go when he was with Lana. Besides, in a way, she did have Clark. She was the only one, other than his parents, that knew about his true self. And she loved it.

She took a deep breath, somewhat relieved, but still confused.

"Oh. Well, then what'd you mean when you said you wanted to do something for her?"

"I know about her mom. We stayed up talking til about three o'clock this morning."

And there it was. A slight pang of jealousy. Fight it, Sullivan. She and Clark would never be. And she knew that. But she did miss talking to him.

"Really? What'd you talk about for so long?"

"Just different things. Her family, parents, Lucy. We looked at her pictures. She told me some stories about her family and growing up. I never really realized how tough her life was as a kid."

Chloe knew that to be true. Everything seemed to be worse for Lois after her mom died. She could remember Lois quivering as a little girl when the General would yell at her. The rebellion didn't kick in until she was a teenager. Even Chloe couldn't get through to her then. Anything the General said, Lois did the exact opposite.

But Lois always had to be there for Lucy. She became a mom to her little sister the day their mother died. And Chloe knew that, in a way, Lois resented her mother for it. She hated that her mother died and left her and Lucy alone with the General. But she always needed her time this time of year to let her mom know she was sorry for feeling that way.

"Yeah, it was pretty tough, especially with a three-star General for a father." She paused and took a deep breath. "But you really didn't answer my earlier question. What do you want to do for her?"

She wasn't sure if she really wanted to know the answer. What exactly was his motive? Was he harboring feelings for Lois? Did he even realize it if he was? She wasn't sure, but she would try to find out what was going on with him and Lois. But regardless, she would help him out. Like she always did.

"Well, I was hoping you could help with that. I think…I want to do something for her mom. Well, for Lois, but in honor of her mom. And I just need some ideas."

Wow. Not what she was expecting. He wanted to do something for Lois' mom. He never offered to do anything for Lana's parents.

She was surprised, but not really. After all, Clark Kent was the master of the element of surprise.

"Uh…yeah, sure. I'll be glad to help. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Well, she had mentioned last night that she didn't get to visit her mom's grave often. So, I was thinking maybe a memorial of some sort to her mother."

Chloe smiled. Something was up with him. She couldn't quite figure it out. Of course, her mind was stretched in a thousand different directions with all the work she had to do, so she couldn't exactly put all her energy into dissecting Clark Kent's psyche at the moment. But she would definitely set aside time later to figure it out.

"A memorial. Like a stone or grave marker or something?"

"Yeah, hey, that's not a bad idea. Do you think you could look up some information on that for me? Like how we go about getting one and what all's involved? Because I really have no clue."

Well, that was nothing new. Neither was using her for favors. She didn't really mind, though. She'd do anything for him. No matter what.

"Sure. It shouldn't take me long to find something. Want me to give you a call when I do?"

"Yeah. But, I'm on my way to class right now, so if you can't get a hold of me just email it and I'll print it out later."

"Okay. Not a problem. I'll get it to you as quick as I can."

With the phone between her ear and shoulder, she already began typing and pulled up a few useful pages from Google.

"Okay. Thanks, Chloe. I really appreciate it."

She could tell the Kent smile was stretched across his face. Just the thought of it made her glow. He still had that effect. Blame it on the Kent charm.

"Sure. Anytime."

She was about to hang up when his voice stopped her.

"Oh, and Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"See if there's a way a picture can be put on the stone."

"A picture?"

"Yeah. I think I know one that would be perfect."

A click on the other end. He'd hung up. She sat there, the phone still pressed against her ear, his final words echoing through her head.

As predictable as he usually was, he never ceased to amaze her.