The Time Travelers Wife: Smallville Style.

Author's Note: As the title implies, this story is based on the movie The Time Travelers Wife. I say movie, because I have not read the book yet, though I plan to. I thought the movie was all right, but I get the feeling it lacks a lot of things that would be in the book. Anyway, I liked the concept, and thought it would be interesting to use for a Smallville fanfiction. I checked, and nobody has done this yet. I decided to use Chloe for this story, because I love her and Clark, but I have been having trouble finding the right context to set them up in a story where it would make sense for them to be together romantically. I do not ever want to force the characters to do things or couples to be together when it would make absolutely no sense for the characters to act that way given the circumstances. I can only set up the scenario; the characters will control their reaction. I think I have ranted about this before in other stories, and no doubt will rant about it again, but that is only because I feel very strongly about it, both as a writer, and a fan.

I would like to say right now, that just because Chloe is the female love interest in this story, that does not mean I will make Lois or Lana bitches if I put them in. I love them, and I love Chloe, so if you like stories where all other love interests are bashed, consider yourself warned. Also, for those of you who have read The Time Travelers Wife, go easy on me. Remember, I have not read the book. Hopefully I can do justice to the story. Here we go.

Chapter One

Meeting Chloe

Clark's POV

This is not your average kind of love story, not that any are. I am not the most romantic kind of guy, so I apologize if this story lacks a little, but I felt it needed to be told. Or maybe I just felt like I needed to tell it. My name is Clark Kent, and I am a time traveler.

The first time I ever traveled was when I was eight years old. My parents had just told me I was adopted. The next thing I knew, I was watching two people, who I later discovered were my birthparents, putting a baby in a basket and dropping it off at my adoptive parents porch. My parents were time travelers too, I mean, my biological ones. You see, this thing I have, it is genetic. It is kind of like disease. That 'disease' is a part of why they put me up for adoption, but I am getting ahead of myself in the story. Telling these events in order would be impossible, so all I can do is tell them as they happened to me.

The day it all started, from my perspective, was the day I started my new job. It was hard, finding a job. See, the traveling, it is not exactly something I can control, and, well, it can be hard to explain why you suddenly disappear from work, literally before the eyes of your coworkers. I needed a job that would let me work privately, and would give me a flexible schedule. Basically, I needed a job anybody could do so nobody would pay much attention to me. After some failed attempts at anonymous jobs, I ended working at a post office. Obviously, that did not last, since it was pretty hard to deliver mail on time with the constant disappearing, but I got the job, and I figured, as long as nobody actually saw me disappear, I would be okay.

My first day was going fine, I delivered a couple packages, and I only disappeared once. Luckily, it was between deliveries. Then, I sorted some mail, and then I did some more deliveries. However, there was one delivery in particular that was pretty important. It was addressed to somebody at the Daily Planet. I do not really remember who, probably because it was not all that important. What was important was that, when I was turning to leave, I ran into her.

I literally ran into her. Actually I made her drop her papers, and bent down to help her pick them up. When we stood, our eyes met. She started staring at me, with this strange expression on her face. I do not really know how to describe it. It was happy, and shocked, and, I do not know what else. She would be better at describing it. She is the writer, not me.

"Hi." She said. It wasn't the kind of hi you said to a stranger who made you drop your papers, it was the sort of hi you said to a long lost friend. I looked at her, confused.

"Sorry about your papers…I'm sorry, do I know you?" I had not meant to ask, but the look she was giving me was a little bit strange. Her face fell a little, and then she put on a new smile, a different kind of smile.

"Sorry, I'm Chloe. Chloe Sullivan."

"Clark Kent." I said, reaching out my hand.

"I know." she said. I looked at her again, "Um, look, don't worry about the papers." She said, trying to change the subject.

"Do I know you?" I asked again. I was almost certain we had never met, but there was something about the way she was acting…

"No," she said, turning to leave, "But you will."

I stood there confused for a minute. I was about to leave, when she came back with a piece of paper.

"I don't know about your schedule right now, but give me call when you have the time and we'll talk."

She turned again, and this time, she left for real. I did not know what to say. I looked at the piece of paper with her number that she had given me. Normally, I would not even think of using it, but there was something about her.