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AN:  this is my first Smallville Fic.  I just wanted to do something short and I love the character of Chloe.  She has so much spunk.  Well I hope you guys like it.  I am not sure if I will write more Smallville.  I have a few other stories to finish.  I hope you enjoy this at least.  And please review if you get the chance 

 I have a great career in investigative reporting…like I always wanted since I was a child.  But I am alone.  I come home and there is no one waiting for me.  I don't even have a cat or a dog.  I just come home and crash.  Gone are the days were I used to hang out with my friends…Wait I don't have friends… not anymore.  I am on my own, just like I always wanted.  Right. I wanted this.

            I know why I am thinking like that.  It's because of him.  Why did he come here? Why did he have to work at the Daily planet? Why did he become a reporter? He should have stayed in Smallville and become a farmer like his dad.  But no, Clark Kent had to become a reporter.  He had to apply to work in the same newspaper than me and he had to be assigned to work with me.  It's unfair!!! I ran away from him. From everything he reminds me off.  He reminds me of the days where I use to go live on caffeine, laugh and hang out with my two best friend. 

            Now what do I have to show for.  I have no friends, a cold and barely lived apartment.  I have no relationships to show off.  What am I saying?  I am a Kick ass reporter.  I am good at what I do.  Clark, look at what you are doing to me.  Why did you have to come back in my life?  Why? You are making me question myself.  Me? And the worst of it, you don't even know that you are doing it.  

            Instead of sleeping like I should be doing, I am wishing I had someone next to me, and I am questioning the accomplishments of my life. The hell with it! 

            I know you live not far from me.  I have to tell you off.  To tell you to go back to your little town and let me be.  I will not become your best friend again Clark Kent and I will not hear you talk or muse about someone else with the initials L. L.  No, I will not be able to take it.  It took me years of therapy to get over Clark and Smallville.  I had to change so much of myself to be able to face…myself.

            I walk to my bathroom to look at the woman that I have become.  I take out my violet contact and stare with my green eyes.  I pass a hand in my raven hair.  I pick up a pair of scissors.  Why not cut I?  I use to like it short.  Now I have it like Lana use to have it in High school.  Yeah like eons ago.  Change is good.  Why am I doing this? Clark.  I can't sleep.  I cut my hair. 

            When I look in the mirror a few minutes later I barely recognize myself.  I cut my shoulder length hair to chin length.   It's layered and makes me look like a teenager not a twenty seven year old reporter.  I shake it and smile.  Oh I have missed short hair.  My face has not changed that much since my graduation from Smallville high but it is amazing how hair dye and some contacts can change what a person look like. 

            I go to my closet to pick out something to go with my new hairdo.  Since I have been working at the Planet, I am used to wearing suits, I am never laid back in my dressing. When did I change so much? Clark.  His name keeps popping in my head over and over again.   Man, You have been working with him for months now and you are letting him get to you.  Yeah, he is getting to me.  He is making me rethink my whole life.  Okay maybe not my whole life but a pretty good chunk of it! I worked hard to be who I am today.  What was I thinking chopping my beautiful raven mane? Let me see.  I was not thinking,

            Danm it!  I can't find anything in this closet that does not make me look like I am over the hill.  I rummage in the back and I find a pair of old faded jeans.  Wow I have not worn these since college.  Will they still fit?  They still do.  I notice they are rip in the knee.  Look again and I find a shirt.  White will do for a shirt.  What am I doing? Chloe, you have worked to hard to stay in the shadow, why do you want to come out now? Clark!

            Yeah! Him.  He makes you throw all caution to the wind and everything you have worked so hard for.  I am tired.  I hate this.  I miss my friend.  Everyday I work with him and I hurt him with my sarcastic comment and my constant criticism. And it takes just listening to him talk about his friends back home to make me crumble.  To see how empty my life gets the minute that I am not at work.  He asked me if I hated going home at night. Was it because of it, that I stayed so late after closing at work.  He had stroke a nerve with that question.  Clark.  When I did it at the Torch it was to have some private time with you and Pete but mostly to be with you.  I do it at the Planet because I want to be away from everyone.  Because I do not want to be close to anyone, getting close hurts too much.

            I am dressed and going towards his place.  I did not put my contacts back.  Why bother.  I need to tell him the truth.  I want him to know why I did what I did.  I am not even sure why.  But I know that I miss him.  Working with him as made me notice that I am missing something.  I left because I loved him too much to spend most of my life listening to him pine over miss Lana Lang anymore.  Because I was hurting so much and my best friend did not notice.  Now I want to go to him not because I still love him.  I think I am over him, maybe not.  But the point is that I need him as a friend.  Someone to keep me in touch with the living and not the news, Clark was that someone years ago.  Maybe he can be again my link with humanity.

            I am in front of his apartment now.  Knock little silly girl.  He opens.  Oh I forgot how tall he is.  I am so use to pumps.  With combat boots I am as tall as his chest.  Can I do this? Did I wake him up? Clark with an open shirt on.  Grrr!!!

           

" Hey Smallville," I say.  He looks at me.

"Lois? What is going on?" He asks confused.  He look so cute confuse.  His blue eyes get glazed over.  And his lips part slightly beckoning a kiss.  His tousled hair makes him even cuter. 

" May I come in?" I ask.  I see him move out the way and I walk in.  His loft is not very different from the Fortress of Solitude he had when he was growing up on the Kent farm.

            "Clark, I got something to tell you? I see him look at me his eyes searching my face.  I look at him in the eyes.  I know that he has not notice my eyes.  I am standing right under the light of his loft and I know that he can see the changes that I made before getting to his place.  As I look at different emotions play in his face, I know that I won't have to say much.

            "Chloe?" he asks in a strangled voice.  He blinks a few times in disbelief.  Next thing I know I am being lifted of my feet and he is hugging the life out of me.  He is talking so fast and he sounds so happy.  He puts me down.  And kisses my forehead.  I can make out that he missed me, looked for me.  I missed him too.  I am hugging him too. 

            I had missed him too.  We have been together for months now but it's the first time Chloe and Clark have seen each other in years. He and I have so much to talk about.  Tonight at least I am not Lois Lane.  I am just Chloe Sullivan reconnecting with her best bud.