Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville.
Summary: Clark and Chloe are stuck in a time shift; they must fight to correct it, and all the while both enemies and former friend's alike are trying to stop them.
Pairing(s): Chlark, mentions of former Clana, former Clois and former Chlollie(-2), along with Bizzana, Bizzaroe-2, Lexana and Lollie as well as mentions of former Chlark-2 and Chlex-2.
Clark Kent wasn't sure what was going on. Earlier this morning he and his friend Chloe had gotten into a fight; the reason for this was because he was running for class president and Chloe had chosen to support another candidate, Paul Chan, instead of him.
This wasn't what had him confused, however. That honor belonged to the very attractive, very naked blonde woman gazing at him coyly as he stepped into his loft.
"Chloe?" He queried, lips suddenly dry and blue eyes wide. He had never really noticed just how attractive the petite girl was, but sitting on his red couch clad in nothing he couldn't help but notice.
Long, smooth and shapely legs leading up to a firm and shapely pair of hips, curves leading up to an amazing pa- 'Whoa'. He thought dimly, tilting his head in an attempt to gain a better view. He quickly shook the images out of his head, turning his stunned gaze back to her face.
The blonde shyly coiled a blonde lock around one finger, glimmering green eyes set in a shapely face, lashes fluttering flirtatiously. "Hey, Clark." She turned her stare down to take in his plaid ensemble. "Role-play, huh?" She raised a fine brunette brow.
He blinked as he tried to process her words. "What?" He murmured, still a bit distracted by the sight before him. 'Must be cold out.' He noted dimly, eyes taking in her perky- "Chloe, what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" She retorted. "Better yet, why don't you come over here and find out?"
"Chloe, get away- Not r- You've go-" Clark blinked, shaking his head. A loud buzzing seemed to echo throughout the area. He briefly wondered how he hadn't noticed it before.
"Clark?" This time Chloe sounded concerned. He shook his head once more in an attempt to clear his mind of the incessant buzzing. "Clark, what's wrong?"
"You can't hear that?" He pressed his hands to his ears, trying to block the noise.
"Hear what? Clark I- -a-t he-r an-th-." Her voice seemed garbled, as though he were listening to her from underwater. He blinked again as he looked up at her. Had her hair just turned black?
"Chlo-" Abruptly the noise in his head sharpened, becoming an all-encompassing cacophony of noise. "Chloe- I can't." He tried to tell the girl what was wrong.
Then she hit him.
Clark's head reeled back from the sudden assault, stunned even as the noise suddenly stopped. He registered another hit from the girl, a sudden swing that sent him to the floor.
He looked up, both wondering how she had hurt him and why she had hit him when he suddenly stopped.
Staring up at him with fear etched onto her face, Chloe Sullivan, now with black hair and dark eyes, pressed herself against the desk she had chosen to hide under, tears running down her face.
"Chloe?" Clark stared at the terrified girl, wondering how he'd gone from standing in his loft with the girl completely naked in front of him, to kneeling next to her in school.
A hand grabbed his hair from behind and pulled him back, startling him with the strength he could feel behind it. "And who's this?" An amused drawl sounded, receiving a wide-eyed stare from the girl in front of him.
Clark pulled himself from the grip of the person behind him, earning a grunt of surprise, and turned. And stopped.
Standing directly in front of him was an exact replica of him, from the messy black hair (though styled expensively) and wide blue eyes down to the thick black eyebrows and exact same height; The only difference being the designer clothing cruel glint in the other's eyes. "That's interesting." The other him smirked.
Clark punched him.
He wanted answers from the other him; but he could tell from the damage around the room, the cowering figure of Chloe in the corner behind a desk and the lecherous gleam directed towards her that whoever the copy was, he was dangerous.
"Who are you?" He glared down at the sprawled form of his black-clad twin, earning a look of disbelief.
"I don't know who you are, but you've got balls." Blue eyes flashed a burning orange-red. "Now burn."
A flash of heat burst through the front of his plaid button-up top, searing across his side. He bit his lip to keep from crying out at the sudden flare and reacted with another punch, cutting off the other's attack and sending him sprawling even further.
The other man turned to face him once more, shock and anger warring for dominance across his face, cheek blooming into a bruise. A singer hand came up to touch the injury as though unable to comprehend what had just happened. "Who the fuck are you?" The other sneered.
Clark stood above him, back straight and expression stony. "I want you to leave." He spoke stoically, poised to strike once more.
The copy turned from him to see Chloe, still scared but eyes now with hope blooming. His eyes flashed red once more, only to receive another forcefully strike.
"I said. Leave." Clark stressed once more, mustering all the confidence he could.
"You wanted to know my name, right?" The black-clad evil copy (No way was he not evil) asked rhetorically, smirking slightly. The bruise on his cheek was already gone, the skin now only tinged a minor red hue. "My name is Clark. Clark Luthor." He grinned at Clark's stunned silence. "And you've just made the single biggest mistake you'll ever make." He growled before lunging. Then he vanished.
Clark looked around to make sure he wasn't hiding, then turned to face Chloe, who was now staring up at him, befuddled. "Are- Are you okay?" He asked her warily.
The girl looked around the room, taking in all the trashed desks, the broken computer, misplaced paperwork and burn marks, then she turned. She lunged.
Clark grimaced as he felt the effects of green meteor rock but nonetheless he wrapped his arms around the crying black-haired girl and rubbed her back as she burst into tears. "You're safe now." He groaned at the effects of the rock and tried to focus.
What was going on?