A/n: Ok Hello….This is my first Smallville fic….I just recently became a Smallville addict and I ONLY just finished Season 3 which I rented from the library…right now I am in search of season 4. SO! This Story will not have anything in the later seasons….It will take place around the season 2 time. This is a Clark/Chloe…because I think they are a wonderful couple and I am getting annoyed by the constant on/off thing between Clark and Lana…Clark…get the picture you and Lana don't belong together!! If you would actually try something with Chloe and not think about Lana every 2 seconds something might actually work…GEESH! I'm sorry…ranting my frustrations at you guys. Here are my shipping views: Clark/Chloe, Lana/Lex (seeing them married in the beginning of the 7th season –which I just started watching too cuz I didn't see the 6th season where I think they got married in- and seeing the airport scene at the end of season 3 its obvious Lex has feelings for Lana and possible vice versa.) But there will be no lex/lana because I don't think I can pull off Lex's character yet…although Lex is one of my favorite characters in Smallville…and that pisses me off because he goes on to being Clark's greatest enemy…and he says how he never wants to become his father…And another reason why I don't like clark/lana I don't think Lana could handle Clark's secret…seeing how so many people have tried to hurt her because they were affected by the meteor rocks…knowing that Clark came down during that time…and had all those powers…don't think she would handle it well…Chloe on the other hand…I think would be fine with it. I can't see her telling anyone…even being the reporter she is. Like Lois…Lois would never tell anyone Clark was Superman even though she was the greatest reporter….sorry rambling…I know you just want to read it now…Please tell me what you think and if I should continue…

Chapter 1:

Martha Kent was on her way home from a long day at Lionel Luthor's. Usually Lionel would be at Lex's but he had a special meeting in Metropolis and he insisted that Martha come along.

Jonathan of course wasn't too happy about the idea of Martha being alone with Lionel Luthor for just about the whole day. Martha explained that it wasn't that often that Lionel had to stay late in Metropolis. "And he says I've been the best employee he's ever had." Martha beamed at Jonathan but he just rolled his eyes. Clark only smiled and told her they'd miss her for the day.

She suddenly saw flashing red lights in front of her and drove more slowly to see what was going on. It was late and no one else was on the road so the road was exactly blocked but she decided to stop anyway.

She pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. She took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. She rushed over to the sight and looked around. There was a car off the side of the road, some coming from the hood. There was a cop questioning a man who seemed very fidgety and shook up.

On the other side of the road there was a car flipped over and pretty smashed up. There were paramedics and firemen trying to get the driver out of the car. She rushed over to a cop. "What happened?" She raised her voice a bit over the noise at the site. The cop seemed startled and he turned to look at her. He was a younger man with brown eyes and dark hair. He had sort of a nervous expression on his face but it quickly disappeared and his face became stern.

"I'm not too sure yet…" his voice was also raised… "Officer Brown is questioning one of the drivers. The driver of the other car is being helped out now….there was no passengers in either car..."

Martha watched the scene quietly. All the cops were running around and on their communicators talking with the station.

The paramedics finally got the other driver out of the car and onto a gurney. Martha saw she was a young woman though how young she wasn't entirely sure. She was covered in blood and dirt and soot. Then she did a double take. Her eyes widened and she rushed over there… "Oh my god…"

Another cop that was near looked at her, "You know this girl?"

Martha nodded solemnly, "Yes, she's my son's friend." Her voice was distant.

"We could not find any information on her…Do you mind answering some questions?"

Martha shook her head and watched as they loaded the gurney into the ambulance and the truck drove away blaring its sirens.

Martha walked in the front door and saw Jonathan at the table. At the sound of the door, Jonathan turned his head. The stern look on his face turned soft when he saw the look on his wife's face, "Martha? What's wrong?"

She looked around absently, "Where's Clark?"

"At the Talon with Lana…" he stood up slowly… "Martha? What happened?" he pressed her.

She opened her mouth to explain but the door suddenly opened and Clark walked in with a smile on. But it soon faded when he saw the concerned look on his mother's face. "Mom?"

Martha looked at her son's face and covered her mouth to keep a sob from escaping.

Jonathan immediately thought the worst and anger flashed on his features… "Does Lionel know about Clark?" Clark looked at his father and then at his mother, worry etched on his face. Martha shook her head. "Did Lionel hurt you? Lex?"

Martha once again shook her head, "This has nothing to do with the Luthor's Jonathan." She sighed as she looked between her husband and her son. "Then what is it?" Clark's voice came to her ears. She looked directly at Clark. "Oh Clark…" she took a deep breathe knowing this would break him. Chloe was his best friend and she knew that although Clark seemed to be head over heels for Lana he did have some feelings for the blonde haired reporter.

"When I was coming home there was a car accident."

"Are you alright?" Jonathan asked and she nodded, "I'm fine…I wasn't involved. One car was just pulled off to the side with minor damages. The driver was fine- he just seemed a bit shook up. But the other car…" she once again looked at her son and found it hard to continue, "was totaled."

Clark saw where she was going with this… "Mom, who was in the car?"

She swallowed hard and took a deep breathe, "Chloe."

She closed her eyes and turned her head. When she reopened them she was looking at Jonathan who had a shocked expression on his face. His eyes caught hers and then his eyes drifted off to the side. She followed his line of vision to Clark. His eyebrows were furrowed and his face seemed to be frozen.

"Is she alright?" Jonathan asked knowing that was the question on Clark's mind.

Martha once again sighed, "I don't know…she looked pretty bad."

Clark suddenly rose to his feet and both his parents looked at him in surprise… "I have to see her!" He started to head towards the door when he heard his father's voice, "Clark!"

Clark stopped where he was and took a breath. He turned to look at them. "They will not let you in there."

Clark started to protest, "But…"

Jonathan shook his head, "She's probably in surgery and even if she was out only immediate family would be allowed in." Clark looked at the floor and let out a breath. Jonathan walked over to his son and placed a hand on Clark's shoulder. "I know you want to see how she is son, but it will have to wait until morning."

Clark looked to his mother and she gave him a sympathetic look, "Your father is right Clark, I'm sorry." Clark looked out the window and stood there silently for a few moments. "I'm going out to the loft," He muttered just loud enough for his parents to hear. Jonathan and Martha looked at each other with a similar look on both their faces. They both felt bad for Clark. It's not easy to see a friend hurt.

Clark slowly made his way to the loft. This is the one of the time that he didn't feel like using his super speed. As much as he wanted to get away fast his legs wouldn't seem to let him. All he could think about was how Chloe was in the hospital and how he couldn't do anything to stop it. Chloe was in the hospital bleeding, unconscious and –he gulped at the thought- dying and he was with Lana. Once again Lana Lang took up all his time and because of that Chloe was in the hospital. He never thought that spending time with Lana could end in something bad…it was Lana! How could something go wrong? 'It's Smallville…' he reminded himself… 'Something is always happening here.'

Although many things have happened to his friends he was always there to save them. But now, when Chloe needed him the most, he was off spending as much time as he could with his crush.

He could just imagine Chloe's face as she saw the headlights coming toward her. He should have been there. He should have stepped in between the two cars and stopped the speeding car as Chloe braked behind him. He should have glared at the other drive in the car and turned to Chloe in her car, who after getting over the shock of almost being in a car accident, would rush out of the car and throw her arms around him repeating a "Thank you" over and over again. But no, he was with Lana, watching her close up the Talon for the night and having small talk.

Clark through himself down on the couch he had up in the loft and placed his hands over his eyes. He gripped his hair with his fingers. He was so concentrated on his thoughts he didn't hear someone's footsteps on the stairs.

He jumped when he felt a hand rested on his knee. He removed his hands from his face and saw his mother standing there with a sad smile on her face. He sat up slowly never taking his eyes off her. She sat down beside him once there was room. "Clark…I know you're upset."

Clark looked down to the wooden floor, "I feel so guilty." Martha looked at him with confusion and shock, "Clark, you have no reason to feel guilty. This was not your fault." 'At least I hope not…'

Clark shook his head…"No…but I could have prevented it…" He sighed... "Chloe could by dying and I could have stopped it."

Martha put her hand on his shoulder gently, "Clark, what would you have done?"

Clark raised his shoulders and got to his feet, "I don't know…stopped the car that was coming speeding at her…Got her out of the car…Something, Anything!"

Martha reached out and grabbed her son's hand gently, "Clark, that would have been too dangerous…you would have exposed your secret."

Clark looked at her, "So! Mom, Chloe is my best friend. Pete knows! I can trust her mom and the other guy…well they'll think he was hallucinating."

"Clark…" She started… "She is a reporter. She has that 'Weird wall' of all the strange things that happen in Smallville. Don't you think she would want to put you up there?"

Clark shook his head, "No mom, Chloe would never put me on the Wall of Weird! When she was affected by the parasite in the caves she found out about me but with the surgery she forgot about it. But she wouldn't tell anyone mom! So what if she's a reporter? More importantly, she's my friend. And I trust her!" He lowered his tone, "Besides I would risk my secret any day to save you, dad, Pete, Chloe, Lana and even Lex! I already risked that one when we first met!" Martha stood up slowly, she had a serious expression on her face, "Clark, I know you want your friend's to know about you but people aren't always as trustworthy as they seem. Pete has been your best friend since you two were little. He is like your brother. Out of anyone knowing your secret, I'm glad it's him."

Clark slapped the side of his legs in frustration, "But what's the point of having these abilities if I can't use them to save people I care about!"

Martha sighed, "Chloe is a fighter…she'll pull through Clark."

Clark turned to look out the window, "I still should have done something."

She looked down at the floor and they both were silent for a few moments. Finally Martha stood up, "Get some sleep Clark." She turned and disappeared down the stairs. Clark watched his mother walk out of the barn and across the yard into the house. Clark stayed in one spot and waited until the lights went off downstairs then he retreated back to the couch. He laid on his side throwing the blue blanket over him. He stared at the opposite wall through the darkness for what seemed like hours until he finally fell asleep.

Pete knocked on the door to the Kent household. After a few minutes of silence, Martha opened the door and smiled warmly, "Good morning Pete," Pete smiled and nodded a bit, "Mornin' Mrs. Kent." He glanced over Martha's shoulder and expected Clark to appear behind her but he never did. "Please, come on in Pete." Martha stepped aside for Pete to pass and he entered the house.

"So, I heard about Chloe," Pete said as they walked into the kitchen. Martha looked up from her place at the counter, "Do you know how she's doing?"

Martha shook her head, "I haven't heard anything." She sighed as she wiped her hands on her apron, "Clark has been in the loft all night."

"May I go to see him?" he asked and she shrugged, "I don't know if he's awake but you can go."

Pete smiled a bit and headed out the door. He made his way over to the barn and entered the wooden building and found it was quiet. He climbed up the steps and once he got to the top saw that Clark was asleep. He smirked as an evil thought popped into his head. He slowly approached the couch and looked down at Clark for a few moments.

"Hey Clark!" He yelled suddenly and Clark's eyes snapped open and with super speed was up on his feet and looking around frantically. Pete started to laugh at his friend's reaction. Clark turned his head to look at Pete and once he saw there was no danger, relaxed and gave Pete an exasperated look, "Pete!"

Pete was still laughing, "Sorry Clark…I couldn't resist."

Clark groaned and ran his hand through his thick hair, "I was having a good dream." He huphed and Pete's laughter slowly died down. "You can dream?"

Clark furrowed his brow, "Of course I can dream." Pete noted a hint of offence in his voice, "Sorry man, I'm still trying to figure you out." Pete soon realized that that was also the wrong thing to say. "Clark…" He started to apologize…

"Figure me out? You make me seem like I'm so complicated! The only different thing about me is that I have these super human abilities!" Pete sighed, "I know Clark, I'm sorry for saying that…"

Clark's facial features softened, "No Pete, I know this must be confusing for you. I know you have questions, even I have questions. I'm sorry for reacting that way…I guess the whole thing with Chloe is getting to me." Pete smiled in understanding, "Well I know that where you're from is a touchy subject for you. I shouldn't have brought it up." Clark gave Pete a small smile, "You're a good friend Pete."

Pete nodded and put his arm around Clark's shoulders, "Clark Kent, My Kryptonian best friend." Clark grinned and shoved Pete off him. Pete laughed and after a few moments their smiled slowly died. Thoughts of Chloe in the hospital returned to Clark's mind. As if he read his mind, Pete said, "I can't believe Chloe's in the hospital." Clark nodded, "I know…"

Pete cocked his head to the side, "You blame yourself don't you?"

Clark looked over to his friend…"I know it's not my fault…but I feel like I could have done something to prevent it…"

Pete gave him a look, "Clark…you can't be in two places at once…I know you have your powers but…you're a 16 year old farm boy from Smallville not…." Pete paused a minute trying to think of a right name… "…not…superman."

Clark let out a sigh, "I know…but I would feel so much better if I knew how Chloe was doing. I hate just not knowing anything."

Pete was about to respond when Martha appeared on the stairwell, "Clark," She started, "It's Chloe's father." Clark tried to read his mother's expression and to his relief there were no traces of any sadness. He went over and took the phone from her hand and placed it to his ear, "Hello?"

"Clark?" Mr. Sullivan's voice came to his ear.

"Yes…How's Chloe?" Clark asked quickly. He couldn't stand the anticipation any longer.

"Well, she was out of surgery last night, the doctors wanted to observe her over night. The surgery was a success and all problems are fixed except the minor cuts and bruises that need to heal on their own. The one thing that I'm worried about is that her vitals haven't changed since she came out of surgery…Not that her vitals are bad…they are sort of…average but they can get better and so far they haven't."

Clark let all the information sink in and nodded quietly. Then he realized that he was on the phone and Mr. Sullivan couldn't see him nod. "Oh ok…Well…thank you for calling me to let me know."

"You're welcome, but there is something else I need to tell you."

"What is it?" Clark asked feeling nervous all of a sudden.

"Nothing bad Clark," Clark let out a breath in relief, "I know that only immediate family is allowed in to visit but I give you permission to come in anytime to see her."

Clark was shocked, "Really, why?"

"Because…When Chloe wakes up…you're going to be the one she'll want to see." Clark felt heat rise to his cheeks and he saw out of the corner of his eye a smirk on Pete's face. "Thank you, Mr. Sullivan, I really appreciate it."

"You're a good kid, Clark…Chloe's lucky to have you as a friend."

Guilt once again wracked through his brain, 'How lucky could I be? I couldn't even save her…' "Thanks," Was his only reply.

"Goodbye Clark."

"Goodbye Mr. Sullivan."

Clark hung up the phone and handed it back to his mother. "What did he say Clark?" she asked.

"He's allowing me to go see Chloe anytime I want." Clark explained. He still felt honored that Mr. Sullivan would allow him and not anyone else to see her. "That's great! Do you want to go see her now? I could give you a ride."

Clark looked at her for a moment and then smirked, "I think I have a much faster way to get there Mom." Martha smiled, "Right…but just be careful son, you never know who might see you."

Clark nodded smiling lightly at his mother's concern for him, "Thanks Mom." He looked over at Pete. "I'll call later to let you know." Pete nodded and with a flash, Clark disappeared from sight.

"I swear, I will never get used to that." Pete shook his head and turned to Martha. She smiled.