You Found Me
Disclamer: I don't own smallville, if I did I would be sitting in a writers room, not on my bed with my laptop
Pairings: Chimmy
Set After Doomsday, Chloe's POV
Prolouge: It had been six months. Six months since she had lost everything and everyone. Six months since her husband died in her arms. Chloe felt so guilty for not listening to Oliver, that she wanted to kill herself. His words echoed her ears every waking second in the past six months. "How did you think this was going to end Chloe?". For sure she had planned her own death or self sacrifice as some may say, but not Jimmy's. Maybe she did this to protect Clark, and she did, but really it was for Jimmy. Every night after their fateful wedding she would have nightmares of the beast mulling him at their reception. All she had wanted to do was protect him, and her choices ended up doing the opposite. Instead they killed him. It was entirely her fault. Why couldn't she have listened to Oliver and let him kill Davis and the beast. (While they were still one). The most disturbing part about it that even after she had seperated Davis from Doomsday, Davis was still a cold blooded killer. How did she know that? Because she watched Davis and Jimmy kill each other in a matter of minutes. In a matter of minutes her whole entire world and future fell apart. It wasn't until after Jimmy was dead and buried that Chloe realized Davis was dead as well. All she cared about was Jimmy, and now that he was gone she was all alone. Clark was gone, so was Lois, and Lana was AWOL, Chloe had never felt more alone.
Watchtower
Chloe Olsen walked down the hallway of her new home. The late wedding present from Jimmy, which now she referred to as the watchtower. She did admit though, the house was creepy when she was alone. She knew that isn't how it was supposed to be. Jimmy and her should have been sitting together in the living room talking about the days events or out do dinner with Clark and Lois. Before he died, he told her that he knew about Clark. They could have run the watchtower together. As husband and wife forever. Slowly she glided down the dark hall and into her bedroom. Or it should have been their bedroom. The bedroom where they should have consummated their marriage on their wedding night. The bedroom where each of their children (they had wanted many) should have been conceived. The bedroom that was now shallow and lonely. She slipped into her nightgown and retired to the master bed. She cozied herself under the blankets and said a prayer to the heavens. Before turning off her light she glanced at the photo on her nightstand of Jimmy. She kissed her index and middle fingers, touched them to his smiling face in the glass, and then she turned of her light and attempted to sleep. Where in her dreams her and Jimmy were together again and there were children running through their beautiful home and life.