Pairing: Clois

Authours note: I've seen sevral reports suggesting that before Smallville ends Chloe Sullivan will die. So here's my version of events.

Synopsis: After a tragic accident everyone has to deal with the lose of someone very close.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Chapter 1

Pain. Pain covered every part of her body as she there. 'There', was for the time being missing from her memory and for the moment she was more concerned about the pain the coursed through her. She tried to vaguely pin point where each type of pain was coming from.

A sheer pain shot up her arm as she made a small attempt to move. Her other arm seemed to be better but still sore. Another dull pain was coming from the back of her head. More pain shot through her spine which she was most worried about. Movement in these areas made her want to simultaneously bite down and scream aloud with agony. Figuring that these were her only major injuries she started to take in as much information about her surroundings.

Taste and smell came first as she gasped for the fresh air. However smoke filled her throat and lungs leaving her cough and choking from the jagged bitter taste left behind. It filled her nostrils as she continued to cough. The frustration and confusion brought tears to her eyes. Although in her opinion it was the smoke which was a perfectly valid thought. She felt the unmistakable metallic tasting liquid crusting her lip and the side of her face.

Blood, pain and smoke added up to a big accident and the big question 'What the hell happened?'

She forced herself to open her eyes. Thick clouds of smoke covered the skies letting through only small amounts of a beautiful blue which caused her mind to wander. It was the same blue as her farm boys' eyes; even the added grey of smoke produced the slight shadow which highlighted the edges. She suddenly wished for one of his miraculous rescues but she doubted he would appear. She noticed red spots amongst the grey sky but as she blinked the spots smeared. 'How much blood have I lost?'

"Lois!"

She became aware of more smells; a mix of burning rubber and fuel.

"Chloe!"

She could hear crackling woven with small pops and bangs. Her surroundings were gradually coming together. A fire, she could now feel the heat touching her feet but was not yet up on her.

"Lois! Chloe!"

She had heard the voice before but thinking it was her conscious playing tricks on her she ignored it. A pair of hands gently cupped her face as a figure obscured her vision. As the figure shifted his face became clear.

"Lois. Can you her me?"

She just smiled and closed her eyes. She felt so tired but he had come. He came to rescue her… he was here.

"Lois! You can't sleep! You have to stay awake. Lois!"

"Stop being so loud Smallville," opening her eyes slightly "and besides I'm not sleeping." Her croaky voice fell silent.

He dazzled her with one of his magnificent Colgate ad smiles. "Okay so what are you doing?"

"Just resting my eyes" closing her eyes once again.

"NO! Don't you dare fall asleep or rest your eyes."

He gently squeezed her arm, not actually wanting to shake her well aware of the blood pooling underneath her body. The arm he happened to squeeze was to Lois' annoyance the arm which had the shooting pain. She was able to ignore the pain which she felt when waking up but that touch had created new waves of pain. She groined and clenched her teeth but to Clarks relief open her eyes.

"Why did you bloody do that for?"

"Cause you were resting your eyes"

She softly mumbled something incoherent under her breath which Clark didn't catch.

"Lois I need to look for Chloe,"

"Chloe?"

"So I need to leave you for a moment"

"What's happened to Chloe? Clark"

"That's what I need to find out but I can't just leave you. You might fall in unconsciousness"

"Clark, it doesn't matter about me just go and find Chloe"

He sensed her fear. It was plain in her eyes. Chloe wasn't just a cousin. She was more of a sister. More of a sister than her own little sister, Lucy. They were also a tag team trying to look after or play havoc with Clark.

"Lois. I'll find her when I know you're safe. Understand?"

"I'll be fine"

"Sing"

"What!"

"Sing something very loudly so I know your okay"

"Like what?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Okay, go"

"I'd like to say before I start I'm a bad singer"

"I know but I still want you to sing"

"Twenty five years and my life is still,

Trying to get up that great big hill of hope,

For a destination"

Out of Lois' sight Clark scanned the carnage that lay around him for the first time. A white truck lay on its side across the road. The right front part of the truck had collapsed from the massive impact it sustained. The windscreen had shattered and was mixed with the corn cobs which piled from the back and scattered across the road. The driver of the truck sat on the grass on the side of the road, his head rested in his hands. It looked like he had escaped injury but to be sure Clark stopped to check the man.

"…I realised quickly when I knew I should,

That the world was made up of a brotherhood of man,

For whatever that means"

"Hey are you ok?"

The man started mumbling. "It was… I didn't know… I didn't mean to… I should have stopped… This has never…" He looked up at Clark. Blood was crusted to his fore head and plastered some of his hair to his scalp. Glass from the windscreen poked out from his face but nothing too big. "I didn't mean it to happen"

"So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed,

Just to get it all out,

What's in my head,

And I ain't feeling alittle perculiar."

"Are you okay? Any serious injuries?"

"No, I don't think so"

"Okay I'm going to look for some one, an ambulance is coming soon"

The man just nodded and placed his hands over his face.

"And so I wake in the morning and I step outside,

And I take a deep breath and get real high,

And I scream from the top of my lungs,

What's going on?"

Clark scanned the area again. Chloe's car was unrecognisable. The hood lay some distance away. The car it self looked like a drinks can twisted, crushed, pulled apart and then set on fire for good measure. The red paint was peeling away with the fire which consumed the car. The plastic dash board and rubber tyres melted with the raging fire. The black and white furry dice which Chloe had put on her rear view mirror a few months back, a present from Pete on her birthday, were fully on fire. As Clark continued to watch one of the dice drop as the fire took out the last strand. He searched with his x-ray vision and finally saw a body that lay on the other side of the wreckage.

"And I say hey ye ye ye-aa"

She voice grew louder as she sung. It was hard to sing while lying flat on your back. It was even hard with the pain from her back and her croaky smoke filled throat.

"Hey ye ye ye-aa,

I said hey what's going on?"

Clark sped to where the body lay. It was Chloe. Her blonde hair plastered to her face with her own blood.

"Chloe"

He sat down beside, scanned her body. Cuts covered her face, indented with glass and other shrapnel. Her chest rose slight as her puncture lung took in air.

He pulled her to his chest and cradled in his arms rocked her gently. Even if she would be able to survive the pressure of super speeding on her lungs to the hospital, was still unlikely the small community hospital would be able to repair one puncture lung, one collapsed and the torn spinal cord. It was only a matter of time. And he was determined to be there for her. Until the end finally came.

"I'm here for you Chloe. I want leave you this time."

"And I try. Oh my god do I try,

I try all the time,

In this institution"

"Yep that's Lois singing. It's my own fault I asked her to. But she's not that bad. I'll never tell her that." Tears streamed down his checks. "Oh Chloe. How am I going to live with out you? I don't think me and Lois can be in the same room. And you were the only one I could about everything outside family."

He rested his check on the top of her head feeling the touch of her damp hair.

"And I pray. Oh my god do I pray

I pray every single day

For revolution.

Clark I'm revolting. I don't want to sing anymore. How is Chloe?"

"Thank you". Her voice was barely a whisper but she knew he could her hear.

Clark moved her slightly to look her in the face

"Chloe, I…"

"Let me speak. Thank you for being here. I knew that you of all people would be there when it came my time. I didn't think my time would be now," she gave a little smirk at her own joke "don't give up on what your looking for, you'll find it. And you'll be the hero of the world. And look after Lois she'll hold it back but she will need you."

Her eyes shut for the last time. And with each weak heart beat so did each part of her body which continued to work. She took one last breath.

A new wave of tears streamed down his cheeks as Clark held her to his chest rocking her faster.

"Clark. In the words of 4 Non Blondes, 'What's going on?'"

Clark stopped rocking and looked down. She had dead with a small on her face. The most beautiful smile he had ever seen on anyone before. He wanted to keep that to himself. Keep close to his heart where she would always be. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, wishing for her to kiss him back and knowing deep down that it would never happen. He broke off, kissing her forehead and laying her down on the ground.

"Good bye"

He walked back to Lois who was now attempting to move.

"Stop moving. You'll probably cause more damage."

"Clark! How's Chloe?"

He sat down next to her and held her hand. But didn't look at her, fearing that she would see the truth in his eyes.

"The ambulance is coming now"

But she didn't need to look in his eyes. The smudged blood was evidence of that. She wanted to say something, do something, feel something. Anything. But she was at a complete lose. Finally something came out. Something so strong and full of force she had never experienced it. She screamed. The agony of pain and emotion emanated through her scream. She had witnessed Clark scream, ROAR when Alicia was killed. It had scared her when she heard it but going through it now she was relieved. Not relieved from the feelings but that she could express what she felt to others.

Clark was stunned as she pelted out her voice.

"Lois!"

He placed a hand to the side of her face whilst keeping hold of her hand.

"Lois"

"Chloe" she whimpered, looking deep into his eyes. Crying had caused them to turn red and puffy but highlight his blue eyes. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on his hand as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

At that moment an ambulance pulled to a halt next to the truck. A sheriff car, a fire engine and another ambulance weren't far behind. Sirens blazed but Lois and Clark didn't hear any of it. The paramedics buzzed around, asking questions and placing straps on Lois as she was put in the ambulance taken to hospital. The deputy asked questions which Clark vaguely answered but had no memory of what he actually said.

The song Lois was singing, if you didn't get it was "Whats up?" by 4 Non Blondes