This story is inspired by: my random thoughts
Disclaimer: SV is not mine.
Amidst the turmoil in her mind, a realization came to Chloe Sullivan that maybe one small part of the reason why she was in to journalism, and had been for as long as she could remember, is that possessing the knowledge gave her an advantage in tough situations; after all, they didn't come up with the phrase "knowledge is power" for nothing. Looking at it in any situation, it seemed to her that knowledge really was one of the most dangerous weapons and one of the best defenses.
During a war, knowing the enemy's plans can turn the tables on who comes out on top. In a hospital, a surgeon's knowledge of the procedures that are needed can end up saving a patient's life.
Heck, even Clark's knowledge of his weakness to the green meteor rocks gave him more of an advantage than not knowing. He knew to stay away from them.
But now that she'd discovered the same thing, Chloe still had no power to do anything about the predicament she'd gotten herself into; she was trapped in the corner of an old warehouse, miles away from town, with no one to hear her scream. An angry, unrestrained, red-meteor dosed best friend who just happened to possess superhuman speed, strength, hearing, etcetera was advancing on her. There was no green meteor rock in the area. As her friend closed the distance between the two of them, a revenge filled, totally out-of-place look in his eyes, she once again wished that she hadn't given into her curiosity of what was going on and had simply backed off. And just then, Chloe had another thought:
'I guess knowledge isn't always power...'
Closing her eyes, she prayed it wouldn't be her last.