"Chloe Sullivan: friend, reporter, confidant…Supergirl?"
By Quick-n-Popular
(This is my first Smallville Fanfic. I hope I do well.)
Disclaimer: All characters and situations are properties to either DC Comics or people owning the Smallville television series.
Chapter One: A day unlike any other.
As Chloe Sullivan entered the cold entryway of the Daily Planet building she found herself pausing for a moment before going towards the elevator to her floor.
Why she was hesitating, she wasn't certain. But then it hit her. She would have to see Jimmy Olsen.
Several days ago, Jimmy had tried once again to corner into her going out with him on a Saturday, to which she finally said yes. Now, it was Monday.
Chloe leaned against the wall and put a hand against her forehead as she tried to think of a way to go about this day.
"Chloe? Is everything all right?"
Chloe spun around and was met by hot coffee in the hand of Clark Kent.
The contact was perfect and so was the big stain that was on her white shirt.
"Aww Dammit." She said as she looked at the stain.
Clark took out a bandanna that he had in his pocket and super-sprinted over to the men's room and then came back and started dabbing at it until the stain was completely gone.
Chloe smiled, "Wow, Kent, you really are a girl's best friend, aren't you?"
Clark smiled back, "Anytime."
Chloe was about to inquire about his showing up here, when Clark tilted his head and soon his eyes grew wide.
Chloe could only tell that he had heard something through his extra sensitive hearing that was causing him alarm.
"What is it?" She asked.
Without a word, Clark rushed out of there and was merely a blur.
Chloe stood in the vacant hallway sighing in disappointment.
She had always been proud of the blue-eyed savior even before she knew the existence of his powers.
Chloe had a power herself, the power of silence. Ever since she was thirteen she had been in love with Clark Kent and never had a shot at him until the Spring Dance. That was short lived due to Clark's unwavering lust and admiration for one Lana Lang. Chloe has always described herself as a fighter as does her cousin, Lois Lane. As she told the sick and fevered Clark, when he was bed-ridden for the first time in his life, he was worth the wait and she'd be waiting for him when he was ready for her. For a brief period, Clark did get his Lana but then lost her to numerous people. Chloe had her bad luck with dating other men. All of them turned out to be Meteor-infected psychopaths who wanted her dead in the end. Clark was always there to save her from these.
Of course not all her relationships ended with her almost dying. Jimmy was different. He cared for her, but not her for him.
Chloe sighed as she went down the stairwell to her floor.
She knew Clark didn't love her back but she was going to be patient.
She had to be.
When Chloe arrived to the articles floor, she was surprised to see the entire floor empty. No hustling, no one telling her to "get the hell out of their way", nothing.
The only person there was Linda Pierce, the secretary to the advice columnist.
"Hey, Lind'. Where is everyone?" Chloe asked as she set her bag down on her desk.
"They're all upstairs celebrating Kauffman's birthday. I still think there's cake left, if you want to head up." She replied.
Chloe laughed, "Nah, I'm good."
Before turning on her laptop, Chloe turned on her police scanner and then went straight to the coffee machine. Caffeine is a must in Chloe's world.
Two hours into the day led to the tediousness that followed on a Monday morning. The scanner picked up the usual: car thefts, burglaries, muggings, all in all a typical day within Metropolis.
Looking up information to when Blue October would be coming to Metropolis, did something new catch Chloe Sullivan's ear.
The signal on the police scanner was faint. Yet she could hear what they were saying.
"…Car 234 to station, we have a report of a young woman, age mid twenties, passed out and nude along highway 34. Please send closest vehicle to site. We're previously engaged in an attempted robbery, over."
Chloe didn't hear the conformation, but what interested her most in this was that the description sounded very similar to when Lois found Clark.
Chloe could feel her adrenaline flowing to the max as she gathered her things to pursue this. Her mind racing with the possibilities of interviewing another Kryptonian. She then stopped.
Chloe knew that not all of these visitors were like Clark. She then reached into her desk drawer and took out a led box containing a meteorite laced with Kryptonite.
Taking a deep breath, she headed out the doors.
It took her about thirty minutes to drive out there and when she arrived it looked exactly as Lois had described Clark's point of return.
To her disappointment, however, there was nobody there.
Looking at the place she was in, Chloe suddenly realized that she was not far from the cave.
It struck her that she knew where this mystery woman might be.
Walking the rest of the way, did she come into the cave. The cool wind rustling in through hallows and causing her short hair to be thrown about a little gave her a chill. After Clark had explained to her the significance of the cave and how it pertained to him arriving on Earth, Chloe now regarded the cave with immense appreciation. This place was almost a landmark, a symbol, of an emergence of two worlds and yet it lay here under the false mask of Indian mythology.
Looking at the floor, Chloe could identify footsteps leading in farther into the cave.
Following them, she soon found herself staring at the spiral alien language that went into the octagon-shaped mold on the wall, where the "key" was placed prior.
Chloe swallowed as she let two of her fingers lightly graze the shaped surface.
To her surprise, she felt intense heat spring forward as the flesh of her finger tips had met the surface and she jumped back as the whole wall lit up.
An air-like howling sound came and the octagon-shaped portion reverted itself to the shape of a triangle. A prism of light jetted out and shot through Chloe.
With pain, she felt her whole body lifting off from the ground and world she knew around her spinning rapidly until it became black.
Arise, Chloe Sullivan.
Chloe opened her eyes and found herself in a dark area. Getting up, she noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes.
Instincts setting in had her self put her arms crossing her body.
"Who's there!" She yelled as she looked around for any sight of her belongings.
You are the human companion of Kal-El, are you not?
Chloe recognized the name.
"Yes, I'm Clark's friend. Where am I?"
You are being prepared.
Chloe's mind went into panic.
"Prepared for what? Where are my clothes?"
Your garments are not necessary for the preparation. Kal-El will be facing a new danger soon. I was sent to aid him, but I am weak and am unable. You, Chloe Sullivan, have been chosen to be my vessel.
The alarms in her head were sent off again.
"Vessel? Why? Why me?"
You have strength, determination, and an unwavering loyalty to Kal-El. Jor-El believes it will be most fitting.
Chloe was scared. She remembered about Lex being used as a vessel for Zod and how that all turned out.
"What if I don't want to!" She yelled out.
It's your destiny. There's no choice.
Chloe then felt her whole body growing cold, and then a blue light, coming from the darkness shot through her body causing it to convulse at an alarming rate.
The last thing Chloe Sullivan remembered was the voice's last word.
Kara will protect you, Chloe Sullivan.
Clark was worried. After receiving a false alarm from his mother about Lionel Luther, he knew he wanted to talk to Chloe about a certain dream he was having about the two of them. When he came back to the Daily Planet, no one was there. Finding out that everyone was on the floor above Chloe's, no one there had ever seen her this day.
He decided to see Jimmy Olsen, knowing that Chloe was possibly with him.
Dialing his number, Clark found out that Jimmy was in Germany and wouldn't be back for several weeks.
Before calling Lana, Clark decided to check Chloe's desk to see if she left any clue as to where she might have gone.
Low and behold, she had written a note saying "Highway 34" in big bold letters.
Clark didn't need any other clue.
The whole world going by him in a blur, Clark was stopped as the clouds gathered and darkened followed by some interesting electromagnetic activity.
What soon followed befuddled him. The clouds turned orange then red and finally silver.
Four lighting bolts purged out and struck the highway causing Clark to be hurtled back several feet.
Quickly brushing away hot gravel that was in is hair, Clark looked up and saw a figure lying in a fetal position in the middle of the crater that the storm made.
Walking over towards it, Clark stopped, as did his heart, as he realized who it was.
Jumping into the crater he scooped up Chloe, who was nude and breathing in shallow breaths.
"Chloe?" He asked.
Chloe's eyes opened and she looked up into Clark's, she soon smiled.
"Are you alright?" Clark asked as he took off his red jacket and put it around her.
"So. We meet again."
Clark looked at her curiously.
"Nice to see you again, Kal-El." She said.
To be continued…
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A/N: I hope I'm not going to be tarred and feathered for this story. : This is the beginning, I'll do better.
Q-n-P