A/N: Just a quick AN about this one. Trust is a reaction piece to Blank that has been jumping up and down demanding to get out since I finished watching the episode. It may or may not turn into something longer, and if it does you'll be the first to know.

Trust

"You trusted me."

Those three words echoed through Clark's mind, cutting through the swirling images. Suddenly the images slowed and Clark found himself standing beside the stack of hay outside the barn. Chloe was beside him holding out a crowbar.

"Bend it."

"What? I can't bend this, it's made of steel," Clark heard himself protest.

"Just try Clark."

Looking out through his own eyes Clark saw the metal bend easily in his hands and he felt the shock that coursed through his veins, and then everything sped up again into an endless swirl.

"Clark…Clark…be careful," Chloe's voice whispered in his ear.

The kaleidoscope of images suddenly shuddered to a stop and Clark found himself looking at Chloe standing behind the counter at the Talon. "I guess I can see through things."

"Wait a minute," Chloe said sharply crossing her arms to pull her jacket closed. "You can see through solid objects?"

Before Clark could answer he was once again in a maelstrom of colliding images and sounds.

"But you would never betray me, would you?" Clark heard himself ask.

"No," Chloe said firmly. "Never."

Even amidst the swirling pictures in his head Clark felt warmed and chilled by those words. Before he could fully comprehend the conflicting feelings about this the merry-go-round in his head shuddered to a stop once more and he found himself standing in front of Lana in the hallway at school.

"Wait, it was me? How is that possible? If I felt anything like I do now…" Clark heard himself say in shock.

Before Lana could answer Clark found himself looking down at Chloe while he was holding up two large transformer towers. Instead of fear in her eyes Clark only saw trust and faith as she gazed up at him.

"Well I guess I can't call you Smallville anymore," Lois's awe filled voice cut through Clark's thoughts.

"Dear mother of god," Sheriff Adams gasped out in shock.

Once more Clark found himself whirling around and around amidst images of what he could assume were the missing twenty four hours of his life.

"What does your gut tell you about me?" Lois asked curiously.

"That you and I don't like each other much," Clark heard himself say, and this time he saw the momentary flash of pain in Lois' eyes.

"Yeah, but the zombie's life was more complicated than I thought."

"Complicated? What do you mean? Did I do something unusual around you?"

"Clark you had a clean slate, a chance to start over. And you did everything the same way you did before, except for one thing."

"What did I do Chloe?"

"You trusted me."

With a gasp Clark sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat soaked blankets in a tangle around him. Closing his eyes and bowing his head he tried to convince himself it was just a dream, but somewhere inside him he knew it was more. All of Chloe's cryptic comments the past few months, the offers to be there for him, the time she told him she was proud of him for giving up football.

Chloe knew.