Chloe Sullivan was afraid, and Chloe Sullivan did not scare easily.
She may not have seen the world burn, but she knew what was coming. An amnesiac cousin, a ninja assassin from the future, and a super-powered alien best friend who was trying to get cozy with a potential dictator, were hardly the kind of forecast she wanted when planning her weekend. Not to mention her soon-to-be violent, untimely death as a leader of a rebel faction of freedom fighters. Freedom fighters whose weapons were made out of radioactive rocks that had the potential to leave anyone who encountered them a few pepperonis short of a pizza.
Chloe Sullivan knew that she would have to rescue herself.
She always did really. It wouldn't be the first or the last time that Clark went off to face some big-bad and then left her out in the rain. Lately it seemed that the powerhouse part of this daring duo was living with a chronic case of head-up-his-ass that was about to turn terminal. Not to mention the fact that they had already met their quota for damsels in distress. Note, aforementioned amnesiac cousin and stir well with deluded, brainwashed and scared head of a billion dollar company. If a certain narcissistic, small town, pastel pink princess showed up they would be three for three. And heaven knows that the aptly nicknamed "boyscout" was distracted enough without, yet again, being distracted by his less than stellar love life.
Chloe Sullivan did not make mistakes, she made sacrifices.
She did not do things without thinking them out. Indeed, lately she had become rather cold and calculating. Using her mind instead of her heart to make decisions was becoming the norm, and it was reaping successful results, but it did come at a cost. Isolation and loneliness had hit Chloe hard, but her sacrifices were always gainful to the super-friends cause, and thus they seemed justifiable. Bottom-line, she was losing herself, she knew it, to a lesser extent, her friends knew it, but when put in the balance everyone was too wrapped up in their own shit to give a damn. So, Chloe does what she needs to do. Chloe does what no one else is willing to do, even when they know what needs to be done.
Chloe Sullivan did not believe in happily ever afters.
Despite the fact that as watchtower she fit the role of Rapunzel nicely, she often felt a kinship to Quasi Modo and Don Quixote. A strange mixture, but it most definitely described her role as a silent watcher of a city that was unaware of her presence and a knight fighting foes that no one else could see. Chloe Sullivan had long ago decided that she didn't need a white night to save her from her tower, because the tower was a necessary precaution (whether it was an emotional or physical precaution, she was no longer sure). Chloe Sullivan wasn't willing to live her life looking through window panes, and there was only one thing she was certain of.
Chloe Sullivan was not going stand by and watch while the world ended.