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Title: Closer

Pairing: Chloe/Davis, slight Chloe/Doomsday (Chlavis/Chloom)

Rated: PG-13, R

Summary: Takes place just after the events of "Turbulence." In the wake of her breakup with Jimmy, Davis decides to confess to Chloe that he's become a vigilante on the streets of Metropolis in order to stop his Doomsday transformations...until the beast begins to take control of him in a very different sort of way.

Author note: I'll admit that I was one of those Chlavis fans who felt really bad for Jimmy by the end of "Turbulence." He was right about Davis the entire time, but because our favorite paramedic can lie like a freakin' pro everyone believed him instead. I was glad to see that Chimmy finally broke up, though, because that relationship was doomed from the start and I never really liked them together. By the way, I totally have to give props to Aaron Ashmore (Jimmy), Sam Witwer (Davis) and Allison Mack (Chloe) because their performances in this episode were amazing. Much love to the Chlavis hug that Jimmy witnessed at Met General, and I was thrilled to see Beauty tame the Beast when Chloe came to Davis' rescue just before he was about to turn into Doomsday. Anyways, my fan fic pretty much starts up where the final scene in "Turbulence" ended when Davis is staring at Chloe outside the Talon in the pouring rain (most likely wondering why she was able to "save" him.) This story is a bit darker than what I usually write, but Chlavis has gotten darker on the show and I wanted to keep that romantic/gothic tone in my fan fic.

Warning: The story is PG-13, but some parts are rated R.


Innocent.

What does it mean to be innocent? A nine-year-old girl with brunette hair and brown eyes picking a daisy in a field of flowers on a bright, sunny day. A four-year-old blond boy playing with the family dog on the grassy lawn in his backyard after he's just gotten home from preschool. A single mom raising her three children while she's working two jobs to support her family.

That is what these people are.

Vigilante.

Someone who ignores the law and takes it into their own hands to do what they feel is right. These people are willing to cross lines no one else can for the greater good or the lesser of two evils. They ignore the innocent voices telling them what they're doing is a sin because there's no other choice in the matter...no other way to stop the darkness growing inside themselves from taking control.

This is what Davis Bloome has become.

The charming paramedic from Metropolis General Hospital by day, yet ruthless vigilante who murdered criminals by night was standing in the rain beneath a lonely streetlight. As the sound of the rain hitting the ground drowned out every other sound in the world for him to hear, he stood outside of the Talon, one of Smallville's local coffee shops and home of Chloe Sullivan—Chloe Olsen now to be exact—the woman he loves. Engaged to Jimmy Olsen when they first met, she was now married to him. Davis knew it was a sin to still love her, to still want her the way he did, but her vows to the church, to God, and the diamond-studded ring on the fourth finger of her left hand could not stop him from loving her. No, he would always love her no matter who she was with. Looking up at the second floor of the building again, he could see Chloe still crying while she stared out the window of her bedroom. Davis hated seeing her cry; the pain was worse than watching a young woman fighting for her life in trauma only to come out of it dead, leaving her two small children motherless. The guilt was worse than all the dozens of murders he had committed combined. He couldn't take the guilt anymore. He couldn't lie and deceive the woman he loved for another moment.

It was time Chloe knew the truth once and for all.

Walking across the street through the pouring rain and harsh wind, Davis knew the Talon was closed by this time of night. He walked into the small alley behind the coffeehouse until he found the door he was looking for. Clutching the handle and twisting it once, the handsome paramedic wasn't surprised to find the door locked. But a locked door couldn't stop him for admitting the truth to Chloe. Nothing could stop him now. Nothing. Twisting the silver metal doorknob with a strength he had only felt before the beast took control of him, Davis' eyes turned crimson red and broke it with ease. As he walked through the door, they quickly reverted back to their normal state of chocolate brown when he detected her faint scent in the air. After shutting the door behind himself, he took a deep breath in an attempt to relax his strained muscles, knowing that once he went upstairs and admitted the truth to Chloe, their friendship would never be the same again. It didn't matter anymore, though. His deception had hurt her on more levels than he ever thought were humanly possible. His sinful desperation to hide the truth away about what he was cost him his friendship with Jimmy—if either of them could ever call what they had a friendship. Confessing the truth to the woman he loved with his whole heart was all he had left. It was his last chance for redemption; this was his only chance for redemption.

Davis walked up the winding staircase to the second floor of Chloe's apartment and knocked on the door three times. Not more than a few seconds later he could hear her footsteps until she stopped and asked who was there.

"It's me," he said rather hoarsely.

"Davis?" she asked while opening the door, her facial expression quickly changed from sorrow to surprise upon seeing him at her door. "What are you doing here at this time of night? How did you even get in here?"

Upon seeing her beautiful yet tear-stained face and puffy red eyes from all the crying, Davis could not make himself say the truth and give her a straight answer to those questions, for the thought that he was one of the reasons why she looked this way nearly killed him right then and there.

"I'm sorry for coming by so late, but—" he stopped mid-sentence when she suddenly gasped out loud.

"Oh, my God," she spoke with a look of upset. Scanning up and down his body, the blonde saw he was completely drenched from being out in the rain. How could a paramedic go out in this kind of weather without an umbrella or at least a hooded jacket? Shrugging off her mental question almost immediately, Chloe decided that didn't matter now. She wiped the tears away from her face and forgot all else, wanting to concentrate on the current matter standing in front of her. "Davis, you're soaked. Quick, come inside and take these wet clothes off before you catch your death. I'll see if I can find you something else to wear."

He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say a word she grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside. Leaving him there, Chloe went to the other side of her apartment to the closet to find something dry for Davis to wear. Unfortunately, Jimmy was a bit smaller than him in size, but she had just recently brought him a few new shirts in a larger size that would probably fit Davis. After a minute or so of searching around, she found the plastic white shopping bag she was looking for stuffed in the corner of her closet, then pulled out an XL clean white undershirt and black t-shirt, and walked back over to where Davis was still standing by the now closed door.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Chloe," he said, pushing away the dry clothes when she tried to hand them to him. "I heard about your fight with Jimmy at the hospital from one of the nurses earlier, so I thought you might be here alone tonight, but I still don't think he would want me wearing his clothes. I'll be fine with what I've got on."

"Davis, don't be ridiculous. You're going to catch a cold or worse if you don't dry off and change your clothes. Besides, Jimmy hasn't even worn these shirts yet. I bought him some new outfits two weeks ago at a mall in Star City while I was out with Lois because she was trying to get my mind off of him being in a coma. Now that you're here and need some dry clothes to wear, I'd rather they'd go to good use then..."

Chloe suddenly trailed off, eyes averting away from his for a few seconds. Davis could see the tears start to well up in those beautiful green orbs he loved so much, and understood how important it was to her to forget about Jimmy's angry outburst, to be appreciated for her thoughtfulness, to help someone in need even if her own world was crashing down all around her. Thinking back to when she lost her memories of everyone in her life with the exception of him, Davis vowed to always be there for her. And that was a vow he intended to keep. In spite of everything that's happened in his life up to this point, Chloe was still the only person who made him feel whole and human, she was only one who could understand his pain. Now it was his turn to do the same, to reach out and catch her when she was falling.

"Okay," he said in a softer tone with a small smile of appreciation. "I'll take 'em."

Chloe looked back up at him, surprised with his sudden turnaround and then realized his hands and face were still wet from the rain. What was he thinking going out into the rain without an umbrella?

"I know you're still dripping wet, but why don't you go over to the fire for a minute before you change in the bathroom, okay? And I'll make a pot of coffee so you'll have something warm in your system after you come out."

Without saying another word, she walked over to her small kitchenette with the never-worn shirts still clutched in her right hand, set them down on the counter top and then started to make the coffee. About half a minute later, Chloe was pouring water from the clear coffeepot into the coffeemaker when she looked back over at the fireplace, her heart nearly stopped beating by what she saw—Davis removing his dark gray jean jacket, now showing off his well-made chest and rock hard abs through the soaked white t-shirt. Quickly calming herself down, the blonde began to breath normally again, realizing that this wasn't the time to act like she was still in high school. She finished getting the coffeemaker ready, but then decided not to turn it on until he went into the bathroom. Chloe brought him the clean clothes with a small kitchen towel so that he could dry off his hands and face. Once placing the shirts on the arm of her couch, she handed him the towel. He dried off his hands and face while she stood in front of him; together they stood just five or six feet away from the fire. Hearing the fire crackle beside them, the tension of being so close in such a quiet setting quickly grew between the two friends; it hung in the air for several moments while neither knew what to say until he finally spoke up.

"Chloe, as much as I appreciate your help, you—you don't have to do all this for me. Plus, I know this probably wouldn't make Jimmy happy if he was here. I'm already on his jealousy radar after he saw us hugging outside his hospital room yesterday. I don't want to make things worse between you two."

"I don't think you have to worry about it," she said in hushed tone, which was shaky and full of sadness. "Jimmy's already gone off the deep end concerning our relationship...and I don't think he's swimming back to me this time."

"Why?" Davis asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I mean, I know you two had a disagreement, but he knows you love him, right? You're his wife now. Doesn't that count for something?"

"I thought it would..." Chloe choked before the tears started to well up in her eyes once more. "...but apparently I was wrong because he doesn't think I trust him. In fact, Jimmy doesn't think I ever trusted him because I always took Clark's side over his...and took your side over his, too." She paused for a moment, giving him a fake smile before pursing her lips and continued. "When he started making a scene in front of everyone at the hospital after he was ready to leave, I asked him if we could finish the discussion at home, but he told me that we have no home...that marrying me was the biggest mistake of his life."

Before Davis could say anything, she covered her face with her hands and finally let the tears flow down her cheeks, no longer able to bottle it up in front of him. Feeling the guilt wash over him once again, he tossed the dampened kitchen towel onto the coffee table, brought her into his arms and allowed her to cry into his already soaked t-shirt. He rested his chin on the top of her head, rubbing gentle circles on her back with one hand to soothe away the pain and the other was firmly wrapped around her slim waist. Closing his eyes, Davis felt a single tear slide down his pale cheek. This was all his fault. Chloe's marriage to Jimmy was ruined because of the countless lies he told and crimes he committed to protect them from his secret. The only way he could make things right between her and Jimmy was to admit everything to both of them. Davis had to confess about the murders, his Doomsday transformations, his destiny to kill "the other Kryptonian" according to that Brain InterActive Construct who possessed Chloe's mind while they were in the Arctic together—everything.

"Chloe..." he started, pushing her gently away from his embrace so that she stood a couple of feet away from him again. "There's something I need to tell you about what happened in the alley last night."

"Davis, you don't have to say anything," she said before leaning down to grab a tissue from off the coffee table beside them and wiped her eyes with it. "I'm the one who shouldn't have said anything about Jimmy. You've been through enough with him lately, and I'm sure the last thing you want to hear right now is why he decided to leave me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No," he shook his head, taking one step closer to her. "It's not that. That's actually one of the reasons why I value our friendship so much, because we can talk to each other like this. Chloe, you've been there for me more times than I can count now, so I think it's only fair that I do the same for you. And I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I'll always be here for you no matter what."

"I know that," Chloe nodded softly, taking half a step closer to him as well. "You've been so kind and so understanding, especially after everything that's happened between us and Jimmy's post-comatose insanity; that goes beyond the duty of friendship in my book."

Sighing, Davis didn't know how much longer he could keep the truth from her. "You're one of the only good things in my life right now and I don't want to lose you, even if it means we can only be friends."

"You won't lose me," she said in just above a whisper, placing her warm hands in his cold ones. "I'm right here, Davis, and I promise you I'm not going anywhere."

Gazing down at her, he felt Chloe's warm breath touch his skin, the sensation caused his own breathing to suddenly turn shallow and unsteady. Her softly spoken words made him remember the night before when she spoke to him the same way while he was transforming into Doomsday. The feel of her hands in his brought him back to when she gently touched his shoulder and the beast inside himself was tamed. And being this close to her now, Davis couldn't help but lean in closer....


"Did you help me because of some personal code of ethics or...was there more to it than that?"


"It's like you've become my entire world."


"There's some sort of connection between us, Chloe, and I know that you feel it too."


"It's...sad from a human perspective; your naïve, romantic attraction to the human I chose to inhabit."

"Chloe, if you're in there anywhere, you know that the feelings that I have for you are real."


"You saved me."

As tension and anticipation filled their senses, both were powerless to ignore it. Inching closer to each other, they could feel their breathing become shallower by the second...the light from the fire illuminating their faces gradually disappeared the closer they got. Chloe's eyes closed as Davis tilted his head slightly to the right, closing the small gap between until their lips finally touched; a blaze of wildfire overtook them both instantly. Unlike their first kiss, which was sweet and short, this one was full of fervent passion. Her arms gently traced up his muscular arms and ran her fingertips through his dark brown hair. Bringing her closer to him, Davis felt his entire body tingling in sensation from the electric contact of her skin against his own. Such sweet contact caused the blood to flow through his veins and warm his body in a way coffee, alcohol, or a hot shower never could have. It wasn't long before Davis found himself deepening the kiss and he heard Chloe moan out in pleasure; this gave him all the permission he needed to take more—the caged beast inside himself desperately hungered for more. Despite their lack of oxygen, every kiss became longer than the last one, filled with more passion. Hands explored, lips fused, tongues clashed, breathing short and unsteady.

Davis didn't know how much longer he could hold on. Kissing her sweet lips, feeling her soft skin against his own, holding her in his arms—this moment was everything he ever wanted with Chloe. And as much as he hated to admit it, nothing felt more right to him. In a religious aspect she was considered taken because Jimmy was her husband. But the marriage between them was empty. He walked out on her, leaving this beauty to be rescued by a beast who loved her more than words could say. The goodness in him—if he had any left—knew what they were doing was wrong on so many moral levels. Davis knew Chloe was in a vulnerable place right now. She was hurting, incapable of thinking clearly after her fiasco with Jimmy at Met General, and it was partially his fault. Davis knew he should feel guilty about that. Truth be told, the part of him that was human would feel guilty if he truly thought Jimmy was who she was meant to be with. But even before he became aware of what he was or what he was capable of, Davis knew that geeky photographer from the Daily Planet wasn't the right one for her.

He was.

After helping her remove his white t-shirt and tossing it to the ground, Davis undoes the buttons of her purple blouse. He pushes the soft fabric off her shoulders, allowing it to pool at their feet. Chloe's fingertips caressed the pale skin of his chest, while his eyes, now dark with desire, trailed over her black lacy bra. The rest of their clothes are soon shed, littering the floor as they moved to the other side of the apartment. Seeing that the silky purple comforter and sky blue sheets are already pulled back, Davis scoops her up into his arms, carries her over to the head of the bed and gently lays Chloe down. He settles over her, looking deep into her sea green eyes while he frames her face with one of his hands, as if trying to make sure all of this real and not another one of his fantasies. Kissing her lips once more, he knew they were colliding when he should have been confessing his sins to her, seeking out his only chance for redemption. But the temptation was too strong...too irresistible for the beast in him to ignore now.

"I love you," he says as he enters her.

Saying nothing in response, she nods her head against the pillow before reaching up to kiss his lips again.

His rhythm is slow at first, savoring the moment of being this close to her. However, thrusts soon become hard and unrelenting. She clings onto his sweat-dampened shoulders; all of her worries from before fade away, for nothing else but this moment was real. A moan passes through her lips until its swallowed by his mouth. Panting, he thrusts harder, deeper into her as the pleasure builds until they've both reached their climax.

Minutes later, Chloe rests her head against his bare chest while they lay tangled up together in the blue bedsheets, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking; the faint sound of the dying embers in the fireplace were soothing to listen to from across the room. Davis lifts her chin up with his index finger and kisses her swollen lips before she lays her head back down on his chest again.

"I love you, Davis," she whispers against his sweaty skin with a small smile before closing her eyes shut, snuggling closer to his body.

His heart nearly skipped a beat upon hearing those words. After everything she had been through with Jimmy, he didn't know if Chloe meant what she had just said or if he just imagined it like he had a hundred times before. Whether she had truly said those words or not, Davis suddenly realized no one had ever said the word "love" to him until now. It felt strange yet wonderful to hear, especially coming from her lips. But he didn't know how it was possible. It almost didn't seem logical that anyone could love him. Bounced from foster home to home as a kid, now working as a paramedic by day to save lives and a vigilante by night who killed criminals for harming the innocent...was it even possible? Hearing the words inside his head, the sound of her voice was so sweet and soft. It was true that Davis had been more honest with Chloe than with anyone else about his blackouts when they first met, but things were different now. There was so much about his life that Chloe didn't know, so much he had kept from her in the weeks they had been apart since her wedding day. But was it possible? Could someone so innocent and kind love a monster like him? Draping an arm around her waist, he pulled her body closer to his and kissed the top of her head. Tired and spent, Davis finally decided to let the night rest in peace, knowing he could sleep soundly because he had everything he ever wanted in his arms at this very moment. He closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep...

…dreaming of all the reasons why Beauty loved the Beast.


Should I continue?

I was originally going to only make this a one-shot, but I think I could continue the story if you want to read more. Was Davis' character okay in the story? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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