Note from the author: I own nothing written in my stories. They are own by Smallville and Per Petterson a best selling author. I want to let you guys know that I will begin to write on the stories that your already reading of mine. Some that you probably think I've forgotten about. There are times that I write when I hear a song that brings out my creative side. Or I watch something that touches my heart and I need to write to release it. I just watched for the very first time on History channel the live 9-11 film shot by news casters and average people that day. It touched my heart to see the pain, the fear and the terror in theirs lifes. The day that changed our lives as a nation. So an ideal came to me and well it's probably a one shot but here it goes. REVIEWS ARE REQUESTED. THE MORE REVIEWS THE CHANCE FOR PART TWO…THANKS KLB…

Dear Clark,

Hey, so how are things at home? Good I hope. I know that I've only been gone three months, but it seems like for-ever. I said I would write but I've been so busy that I haven't the time. I know that's no excuse. But it's the truth. I never knew that being on the best selling authors list could be so much work. From the time I get up to the time I go to bed, there is pictures to take and books to sign. I even ate lunch with Per Petterson the best selling author of 'Out Stealing Horses.' It was amazing.

I have written to Lois once or twice. She emails me everday. She says that your working with her now at the Daily Planet. That's great, I didn't see that coming. You know what the real reason that I Haven't written to you is because… well that day that I left when you stopped by the Talon to tell me bye. You told me that you love me. I'm scared Clark. I'm scared that your going to take it back. Your going to say that you just lost Lana and you were afraid that you were loosing me too. I can't take that. You mean too much to me. It's the reason that Jimmy and I never worked out. Clark I've always been in love with you.

Anyway I can feel the tears slowly climbing to my eyes and I have a book signing in an hour. I'm almost through with my Paris tour and I get a break before the next tour. I'm coming home tomorrow. I'm leaving first thing in the morning. Clark, I'll be at my apartment waiting for you. If what you said is true… you'll come through those doors and take me into your arms and kiss me the way I've longed to be kissed. If you don't show up then I'll forget the day ever happened and I'll move on with my life. You and I will remain friends. Well there you go. I said it. I love you more than anyone could ever love another.

Love, Chloe Sullivan…

Chloe paused her hand on the mouse. Should she send it or just delete it like all the other ones she had wrote. She knew it was time to she just clicked the send button after all she was going home tomorrow. Then she would be face to face with the person that said they loved her too. The words she longed to come from his lips. Of course he would chose the time that she was leaving to say those words but Clark never had perfect timing.

She batted her hazel eyes once more before clicking the send button.

There was a knock at the door. Chloe closed her laptop and walked over to answer it. It was Hannah her agent. Her soft brown hair pulled up in a bun. She was only a few years older than Chloe but she dressed and looked ten years older.

"Hey, Chloe. I brought over your clothes for the signing today." Hannah said as she pushed her way in.

It was seven thirty in the morning and she had already poured her heart to the man she breathed for and not even had a chance to grab a cup of her usual coffee. "Hannah, come in." She said sarcastically. "So, what time do we start?"

"Fred called and said he wants us there by nine and we would open the door to the public shortly after." She placed the outfit onto the bed and turned to Chloe. "Are you alright, Chloe? You look a little pale."

Chloe sat down at the desk. "I'm just home sick. Uh… speaking of. Is there anyway that I can get a flight for this evening instead of tomorrow morning?"

"I don't see why not." She walked over to the door. She stopped and turned to Chloe. "Don't worry, Chloe. He'll still love you when you get back." She left the room closing the door behind her.

Chloe's mouth dropped opened. She had worked side by side with Hannah for three months now and never had she spoken about her life back in Smallville. Was she that obvious that the whole world could see where she wanted to be? What she hoped was waiting for her back home?

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Clark sat at his desk at the Daily Planet. He stared at the screen like he was a million miles away. He wanted so many times to email Chloe or call her but he wanted her to go and be happy do what she deserved. He was afraid that any contact that he made with her would make her give up and come home before she had accomplished what she was able to do. He had held her back from so much he couldn't be the reason why she never went on tour.

"What's up, Smallville?" Lois said as she slammed a stack of files down on her desk.

Clark looked up over his computer screen at the flustered Lois. Her hair pulled back with a clip and her white blouse neatly buttoned and tucked into her knee length black skirt. "Just doing research for an article."

Lois curious as always walked around the desk. Clark closed the letter from Chloe and tried to pull up a research file he was working on.

"She's coming home soon and you don't know what your going to say to her about the way things were left." Lois said as she took a seat on the edge of his desk crossing her legs.

He knew there was no way Lois saw that letter from Chloe. There was no way she knew what he had said to Chloe before she left. How could she always do this? "I don't know what your talking about." He stood up grabbing a folder from his desk, walking over to the filing cabinet to place it in the middle of the files.

Lois followed him. "Clark, you love Chloe that is obvious to every one around you. Why do you think Lana suddenly became best friends with Chloe? It wasn't because they had a lot in common. Clark Lana thought if she was friends with Chloe it would make it hard for you to leave her for her best friend."

Clark laughed. "What did you do, fall down the stairs and bump your head?" He turned to make his way back to his desk. "Chloe and I are just friends."

Lois stepped in front of him. " Clark, Chloe means more to you than a friend. It's time that you grow up and stop hiding those feelings."

Clark's smiled dropped. "I did, Lois. I told her that I loved her the day she left."

"Then why the long face? You should be happy. She's coming home."

"Yeah. But I've had time to think and we have such a good friendship. Lois, I don't want to loose what we have over some might have been." He brushed by her taking his seat back at his desk.

Lois walked over leaning one arm onto the desk, the other on her hip. "So help me, Smallville, if you use that for an excuse I'll kick your ass all the way to Paris myself." She stood up and adjusted her blouse before walking away.

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Chloe wrapped up her signing early. She sat at the airport biting her nails nervously awaiting her trip home. She watched as people hurried by her to their destination. She caught herself wandering what they were hurry too. Was it to a job somewhere or maybe back to a love one?

"Chloe, I got our tickets changed. Are flight is loading now." Hannah said as she grabbed up her carry on next to Chloe.

"You're a life saver, Hannah." Chloe stated as she followed Hannah.

Once on the plane Chloe settled into her seat by the window. It had been a long day and she needed her rest although she knew it wouldn't be easy to fall asleep. Hannah took the seat next to her. Chloe couldn't believe it when she notice Hannah taking her bun down.

"Wow, you really have beautiful hair." Chloe said surprised.

Hannah smiled. "I want to look nice when I get back to the states. I have a friend there. He's picking me up at the airport. He likes my hair down."

Chloe smiled. "He must be something nice."

"He is. Oh, he is." Hannah lit up as she spoke of her friend. She went on and on for what seemed like an hour before she leaned back and went to sleep.

Chloe closed her eyes, she knew there would be no sleep for her, but at least she could rest. It had been over an hour since they had been in the air. Chloe threw open her eyes when she felt the plane start to shake. She glance over at Hannah who was still asleep. She turned to look out the window when she saw smoke coming from the right engine.

"Oh, no." She reached over shaking Hannah until she woke her up. "Hannah, the engine is on fire."

"What?" Hannah asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

The pilot came on the speaker. "Attention passengers… this is your pilot speaking… I need you to listen to your stewardess and follow her instructions to a T. Do not panic. We are having engine trouble, but we have everything under control. For your safety and the safety of others on the plane, please, and I repeat, please remain in your seats, buckle yourselves in tightly and listen for farther instructions."

Chloe took Hannah by the hand. Both frighten for their lives. As the stewardess begin to speak telling them where their oxygen mask were in case they needed them, the plane begin to shake even more. People begin to scream and the oxygen mask fell from the roof of the plane. The plane started on a spiral down into the ocean. The stewardess fell down the isle crashing into the door that led into coach. The lights on the plane went out and everything was dark. Chloe was knocked unconscious.