Hi peoples! This is my first SV story and i really hope it doesn't go south like my XS story "Wild Fire" did. But it probably won't. Comments are appreciated. r&r!

Drift

Chloe Sullivan looked up at the blue sky and smiled. Today was going to be a good day. She walked down the street to where her Yaris was parked, a laptop in her hand. Hard to believe that a week ago today she had discovered that she was a latent meteor freak. Chloe climbed into her car and looked at the laptop with a sigh. That little device had enabled her to avoid being slaughtered like all the other meteor freaks that had been identified, but there was still more it could tell her. She shook her head and started the car. She didn't want to think about it. Not until she got to Clark's. Without a second thought she drove off in the direction of the Kent farm, hoping that her find would help Clark track down the 33.1 location that had experimented on her.

Clark Kent was sitting on the couch in his living room, looking at a picture of his father. The man had given Clark so much, it was still hard, even a year later, to know that he was gone. Without thinking he switched on his super hearing, listening for a particular car motor. Chloe had told him that she had found something important over the phone and said she was coming. A smile crossed the farm boys face, widening into a broad grin. He could hear Chloe, five miles away, swearing about spilling her coffee on her lap when she ran over a bump in the road. He chuckled to himself. Same old Chloe. She was tough as nails, but she could get so angry if she spilled her coffee. He put the picture of his father away and began to make a pot of coffee. She would probably need it.

Chloe tramped up to the Kent's door in high bad mood. The wet fabric of the jeans clung to her skin, making her legs cold whenever the wind decided to blow. She reached out and pulled the door knob, only to find that it was locked. frowning, she rapped on the door. Still no answer. Chloe was growing annoyed now, Clark was home, wasn't he? "Clark, open the door!" she screamed, tapping her foot. Still, nothing. "Clark Kent, open this door now or I swear to god I'll get a meteor rock!" Howled Chloe, who had past being irritated, and was now full blown furious. Scuffling could be heard inside as, finally, Clark emerged at the door.

"Gee, Chlo' I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there," he lied, stepping backward to let his friend inside. Chloe shot Clark a withering look as she stepped inside.

"Don't give me that, Kent. A deaf guy could've heard me yelling out there," she grouched as she took her coat off. Clark gave her a good natured smile and folded his arms, leaning against the wall.

"So Sherlock, what brings you out here on this fine winter day, hmm?" Clark smiled, walking over to join her at the coffee machine. She gave him a look and chugged a cup of coffee before she responded.

"I found something i think is important on the computer you lifted from that doctor. It had lists of supplies shipped to Luthor Corp locations around Smallville and Metropolis. The supplies were the kind of things that you'd find in a evil lab, like scanners that can break down genetic code and needles specifically tailored for Luthor Corp. The things is, there's about thirty locations that the supplies have been shipped to, so it would take forever to check them all," Chloe said, showing Clark the order forms and addresses. The two of them were sitting on the couch, looking at the laptop intently.

Clark sighed and leaned back, looking at Chloe. Was it just him, or did she seem a little pale? "I dunno Chlo'. Is there any way you could narrow it down? Even with my speed, it would take a long time for us to check every single part of every single location," he asked, putting his hands behind his head.

Chloe shook her head sadly. "These forms are all identacle, making it virtually impossible to narrow down. Man, Lex didn't take any chances to make sure no one could pin point the location..." Chloe trailed off, staring into space. Clark gave her a quizzical look.

"Chloe?" He asked, concerned. Chloe turned around, looking like she might say something when her eyes began to water. She leaned over the back of the couch so fast Clark had trouble following her movements and vomited. Tears spilled down her face and her sides shook. Chloe staggered to her feet and fell off the couch, vomiting again. "Chloe!" Clark yelled dropping down beside his best friend, worry clearly printed on his face.

"C-cl-clark..." she stammered, in between gasps for air. Clark put his hand on her back, letting her ride it out. She attempted to stand again, and actually managed to take a couple of steps before she threw up once more. Chloe fell forewrad and managed to break her fall, not caring that she landed with her hands in the vomit. Clark glanced down at the floor and gasped. Chloe was throwing up blood. "He-help me" she gasped, looking at him with fearful blue eyes. Clark bent down and scooped her up before tearing off toward the er, hoping that he could help her.