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Author's Note: Would appreciate reviews. Please read my other fanfiction, "Resurrection" It's a Chloe/ ? fic as well. I love doing Chloe stories. Can you tell?
Summary: Chloe gets the answer to a question she couldn't ask Clark before. Assumes that Chloe knows or found out what Clark is.
Rating: G
The Meaning of Silence
"Clark, if we met under different circumstances. Say if I were just some other girl and not your best friend slash go-to-girl slash personal search engine, do you think you could learn to like me at all?"
He fidgets uncomfortably and scrounges around for the right words only to come up empty.
I nod my head, "Right. I thought so."
His reticence was expected. It was not the first time after all. Silence is his way of fending off everything he'd rather ignore. It is his way of saying "no" - the safest way he could do so because the burden of interpreting it lies with the person who asked the question.
I exhale not knowing I've been holding it. I shrug in understanding. In resignation. I walk out of the Talon and Clark follows me to my car. Undeterred, I get in and insert the key into the ignition despite how his silence has clouded my eyes.
"Chlo wait. It's not you. Believe me you're a really great girl."
"Yeah?" I stop and look up, prodding him to go on and extricate himself from the certainty and void of his non-answer.
"Yeah." He smiles. His conscience appeased, misconstruing the meaning of my reply.
Not this time Clark. "Great huh? But I guess still not good enough."
I ease my car out of its space as Lana drives up in her truck. She parks in my place and gives me a little wave. Isn't that just like poetic justice? Clark remains standing on the curb probably mulling over the fact how his landing on earth has screwed up yet another life. We've had enough conversations like that to remind me how it goes. Normally, I would be the one trying to tell him that he didn't break the people of this town. We already came here broken. But now is not one of those times. Let him suffer a bit for me. I don't think it would last long though. I know this because as I round the corner I see Lana go to his side and he smiles down at her. Then I know that everything that just happened is forgotten. All except the silence that I carry with me.
Author's Note: Would appreciate reviews. Please read my other fanfiction, "Resurrection" It's a Chloe/ ? fic as well. I love doing Chloe stories. Can you tell?
Summary: Chloe gets the answer to a question she couldn't ask Clark before. Assumes that Chloe knows or found out what Clark is.
Rating: G
The Meaning of Silence
"Clark, if we met under different circumstances. Say if I were just some other girl and not your best friend slash go-to-girl slash personal search engine, do you think you could learn to like me at all?"
He fidgets uncomfortably and scrounges around for the right words only to come up empty.
I nod my head, "Right. I thought so."
His reticence was expected. It was not the first time after all. Silence is his way of fending off everything he'd rather ignore. It is his way of saying "no" - the safest way he could do so because the burden of interpreting it lies with the person who asked the question.
I exhale not knowing I've been holding it. I shrug in understanding. In resignation. I walk out of the Talon and Clark follows me to my car. Undeterred, I get in and insert the key into the ignition despite how his silence has clouded my eyes.
"Chlo wait. It's not you. Believe me you're a really great girl."
"Yeah?" I stop and look up, prodding him to go on and extricate himself from the certainty and void of his non-answer.
"Yeah." He smiles. His conscience appeased, misconstruing the meaning of my reply.
Not this time Clark. "Great huh? But I guess still not good enough."
I ease my car out of its space as Lana drives up in her truck. She parks in my place and gives me a little wave. Isn't that just like poetic justice? Clark remains standing on the curb probably mulling over the fact how his landing on earth has screwed up yet another life. We've had enough conversations like that to remind me how it goes. Normally, I would be the one trying to tell him that he didn't break the people of this town. We already came here broken. But now is not one of those times. Let him suffer a bit for me. I don't think it would last long though. I know this because as I round the corner I see Lana go to his side and he smiles down at her. Then I know that everything that just happened is forgotten. All except the silence that I carry with me.