I wanted to write a "What happens to Chloe?" fic... And I came up with this one day. It's not possible, but hey, I can make up really weird scenarios...

...You asked me to wait. I said I would, and I did. But you never asked me to wait forever. But I almost waited too long. I also never agreed to forever. Never.

I remember asking you how long I would have to wait, though. You said "Until I can make sure you're safe." I told you "I'm safe with you, Clark." Then you asked me again if I would wait, and I agreed.

I went to college, went on a few dates, but nothing that would ever matter. I finished college, and still you weren't there. "Clark was off trying to make the world a better place." Those words still ring in my ear, every day and every night.

I still feel so guilty for wanting you for myself. I thought it was so selfish, so petty. I started at the Planet with my cousin, Lois, who made sure I knew it was guilty and petty. I was still waiting for you when I got my assignment.

I was going to cover something at WayneCorp. I met Bruce Wayne, and was told to get an interview, so I did. I never meant to take the job here in Gotham. I also didn't mean to fall in love with him.

Bruce and I are happy, Clark. I want our friendship back, though. I'll always love you, just not the way I love Bruce. Please, come to the wedding. Pete and Lana will be there, and I've invited almost everyone from Smallville. Give me a call, okay?

Love,
Chloe

Clark crumpled up the letter and tossed it over his shoulder gently. The tears were gone, but the tears had left streaks. "You never agreed to forever, Chlo... But I did."

*~*Fin*~*