100 Ways to Chlark
Chapter I - First Half
Authors Note: There are 50 themes in this chapter (the other fifty will arrive in the next chapter) and each theme will have one paragraph all about Chlark – the good and the bad, however cheesy and/or beautiful. TIMELINE NOT ENTIRELY IN ORDER. Based on episodes or just some random romantic plot I thought up.
Warning: Outright Chlarkness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. If I did, I'd probably ruin it anyway.
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#1 - Introduction
He appeared epic, for a lack of better word, fitted in a blue bodysuit that clung like a second skin and bright red boots that rode up to stop just below his knees, complimenting the matching red trunks – an epic piñata. Chloe Sullivan had seen stranger things in her life, but whatever could have given Clark Kent the urge to wear his underwear on the outside?
#2 - Love
Chloe stared into his face, took in every boyish feature with an ultimate fondness she only seemed to posses when looking at him - the masculine curve of his jaw, his chapped pink lips stretching into a contentedly pursed smile, the curl of his lashes against his prominent cheekbones as he slept. Chloe looked at Clark Kent. "I want to let you in on a secret…" she began. Her fingers trembled against the paper.
#3 - Light
"C'mon, big boy – it's for the cause of truth and justice." She gripped his wide waist and positioned them against her own, both straddled against the steel wall of the elevator. Chloe could feel his quivering, sharp intakes of breath, see the gooseflesh swarm like the plague throughout the back of his palm as she placed his broad hand over her neck so that he could awkwardly caress her. Clark's throat went dry. Apparently, being a good guy had its perks.
#4 - Dark
Grinding, gripping, moaning like shameless guttural lovers in the dark. His hands felt lost, lingering and roaming aimlessly, tangled in her blond hair streaked with black, reaching into her thin black top, devouring her with every touch and every wild kiss upon her lips and body. Their bodies were straddled together in the cramped backseat of a car, Pete having the courtesy to drive, and Clark decided he liked Chloe this way – parasitic.
#5 - Seeking Solace
Chloe found him in the center of the loft with his head in his hands, and his elbows propped against his knees, and his back to the tattered old couch on the foyer. Long ago, Mr. Kent had called it Clark's Fortress of Solitude. Chloe would to have to privately disagree, because she had always been there when Clark Kent needed the company.
#6 - Break Away
It was the idea of Chloe leaving, dying, breaking away from Clark in any way that was completely unimaginable, and that was why the idea never seemed to occur to him. Chloe had always made it a point to remain by his side, whereas Lana would flee, and that was what he had come to look forward to. It occurred to him then that he needed Chloe more than she would ever need him. So yeah, sure, Clark Kent could live without Lana Lang.
#7 - Heaven
What does the Daily Planet's intrepid reporter do when she's been saved by the resident superhero of Metropolis for the hundredth time? Kiss him, of course. It was only the practical thing to do, after all. Intergalactic traveler or not, he was still one hot-blooded male. Chloe just didn't think that it would convince him to whisk her away in his arms and fly her into the sunset. Clark was such a romantic, honestly.
#8 - Innocence
Despite himself, Clark Kent was nervous. He had never done this before, and it was more so terrifying knowing just that. "Clark," Chloe intoned, looking amused, "Are you nervous?" Clark stared at the floor, feeling flustered and humiliated. "No…" he whimpered. Chloe looked at him, and it forced his own gaze to helplessly return the gesture. "As much as I love our first date so far… you're kind of crushing my hand." Clark Kent had the decency to blush.
#9 - Drive
Clark tried to remind himself that it was the red kryptonite which drove him to kiss his best friend, tear off her top, and straddle her against the Talon's sofa when he found her beforehand in a delectable cherry-red camisole and blue jeans slung low around her waist. He had forgotten, however, that she had ripped off his flannel shirt and tossed it over the coffee table early on. The radiating crimson stone lay forgotten on the tiled floor…
#10 - Breathe Again
He remembered emerging out of the rubble, decked in his quirky flannel outerwear and clinging to her limp body. She had felt very cold, her complexion stark white, and he had been so certain she was dying. Having to feel her life slip away in his very arms, it felt like he was helplessly dying along with her. And yet, somehow, she began to breathe, and the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was his tears. "Don't cry," she mumbled, and yet she was sobbing just as fiercely. Clark felt he could breathe again.
#11 - Memory
Being a chief member of the Torch had its perks, like having to write every freak encounter the school or Smallville's ever had. It was like reliving a childhood memory, because all the strange ever was is just another daily occurrence in her teenage life. Unfortunately, half of them were about a certain intergalactic traveler that she had promised to protect and keep secret. Chloe would always remind herself that she cared for her friend deeply, and that was why she refrained from writing the story of the century.
#12 - Insanity
All insanity really is, is a sate of super sanity - a shape of mind in which the imagination, creativity and wit of a person's psyche flourishes so exponentially it resorts into near turmoil, whereas normal psychotics is a state of simply being mindlessly crazy without any real imagination or even a reason in processing such behavior. It was an excuse to look forward to when Chloe Sullivan deducted that she was in love with an alien, because to believe in that convinced her she was surely going insane.
#13 - Misfortune
Chloe felt sick to her stomach as Clark embraced Lana Lang in the midst of the dance floor. She alone sat in the sidelines with her Prom Queen Tiara set perfectly atop her head, and her bouquet of roses carelessly tossed over the table. Chloe had the misfortune of being so hopelessly in love with someone so heart-wrenchingly insensitive.
#14 - Smile
When Chloe grinned it was magic, a spell that tugged his own lips to the sky and thrilled his heart. And when Clark returned the gesture it was always eager, happy, carefree, and throughout the years of knowing him Chloe found herself incapable of resisting such charming dimpled grins.
#15 - Silence
She looked into his eyes, and looking directly into the sheer fear and distrust almost pained her. "I'd die before I'd betray you, Clark."
#16 – Questioning
Pete returned to the loft and found Chloe discreetly sneaking out of the barn, "Chloe?" he wondered aloud. Chloe jumped, and then replied nervously, "Oh, hey Pete…um, listen, I'm going to go. I have to go to the Torch…" Pete raised a brow, asking, "Why is you're hair all messy? And where's Clark? Wasn't he in there with you? And why is your shirt on backwards…?" Pete's eyes widened, "oh."
#17 – Blood
When he accidentally walked in on her while she was only in her lingerie after a very recent undercover reporting, it had been the first time Chloe had seen him bleed, and she was mildly surprised to see that he had obviously red blood. Clark, however, had suffered an embarrassingly heavy nosebleed in the process.
#18 – Rainbow
The Justice League, as Clark officially titled it, had developed to become a large variety of superheroes with very questionable sense of fashion in costumes. Chloe had met several of the colorful heroes of tomorrow, but she had always had a thing for the men in red capes, red boots, and hugging blue bodysuits.
#19 – Gray
The best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
#20 – Fortitude
"What do you mean you spilled coffee on my laptop!?" Out of all the meteor freaks he put up with, Chloe was the one Clark feared the most. It always seemed to take him quite a bit of courage than usual to admit anything to Chloe Sullivan.
#21 – Vacation
Chloe wasn't one for vacations, and as Clark suggested it while they emerged out of the Daily Planet she felt entirely threatened by such an offer. "I was thinking I'd go with you," Clark reasoned, smiling shyly. Well, one vacation wouldn't hurt…
#22 - Mother Nature
He had her back against a portly willow tree, slinking leafy vines veiling them both beneath a crown of deep shadow, and as he straddled her beneath the twinkling dewdrops and plump fluff of grass their sensual embrace never felt more natural. Clark was beginning to get use to their secretive rendezvous together, hiding away from the world within the comforts of the wilderness and Kawatche Caves, and it was almost as though Mother Nature herself willed their love to flourish.
#23 – Cat
"That cat just threw a two ton tractor at me!" Clark gaped. In response the cat hissed petulantly, as if justifying its actions in that one threatening snarl. Clark took a good look at the bristling feline and gave it a terrified expression. It was auburn in color, with a blonde streak across its side that resembled the comic emblem of lightning. Chloe picked up the ginger tabby cat and petted it delicately. "I was thinking of calling it Streaky, the Supercat!" Chloe grinned.
#24 - No Time
Oh my god. It's the end of the world... This occurred to Chloe as Clark made his retreat into the corridor. The revelation made her realize that it might be the last she'd ever see of him. "Clark wait...!" She watched him stop in his tracks, and the sorrow in his eyes as he looked at her for one last time touched her like a physical blow, "I don't know if I'll ever see you again." She lunged towards him and kissed him fiercely. He surprised her by kissing her back.
#25 - Trouble Lurking
When Lana Lang stared at the sight of Clark shyly closing his fingers around Chloe Sullivan's tiny hand, both smiling like they were officially the happiest couple in the world, Lana was certain that this would mean trouble for her.
#26 – Tears
After every tear she had shed, every sob that had raked her body, every wrenching crack of her heart that had came out of unrequitedly loving Clark Kent for all those years, Chloe felt absolutely no sympathy in kissing Jimmy Olsen right in front of him.
#27 – Foreign
Clark was an alien – an intergalactic traveler, as it were. Perhaps that had been the reason that attracted Chloe to him, knowing that he had a certain estranged characteristic about him even before he told her of his origins. And when she kissed him, he tasted pleasantly different, and the fresh eccentricity of his scent delighted her. She loved him, everything that he was, and together they were in a whole other world of their own.
#28 – Sorrow
"Pining over Clark only leads to personal misery. Trust me, I wrote the book. Now you need to move on. He obviously has."
#29 – Happiness
Being truly happy, Clark realizes, doesn't entirely mean that everything is perfect – having the perfect life, the perfect girl, the perfect friends are simply unreachable. Being truly happy means that one must look beyond the imperfections. And although Chloe was never perfect, he found that he was happy with her either way.
#30 - Under the Rain
"I'm a little cold," Chloe admitted, frowning at the tiny umbrella that barely protected either of them from the heavy downpour. "I can fix that," Clark murmured, and kissed her affectionately. A rush of warmth overwhelmed the both of them, and the umbrella collapsed unwanted upon the sidewalk.
#31 – Flowers
Chloe fingered the bunch of dozen bright red roses in her hands, a blue silken ribbon the only restraint that kept the bouquet from buckling out of its neat cluster. She brought the velvety petals to her nose and immersed herself in the warm aroma, wanting to weep. Paper roses fittingly reminded her that it was Clark Kent that gave them to her.
#32 – Night
It was always in the dark; the night, when they were alone and hidden under shadow, was where he could love her without consequence.
#33 – Expectations
Imagine Lex Luthor's surprise when he finds his best friend accompanying Chloe Sullivan to the Christmas party, embracing her in a way that told much more than a mere platonic friendship. He wasn't expecting that.
#34 – Stars
Chloe had always wondered what Clark saw in stars, what fascinated him so that he would stare into the night sky through his telescope for hours at a time in the comforts of his private loft – until one day he took her hand, guided her to his telescope, and they shared the sight of his shattered home planet together.
#35 - Hold My Hand
Chloe's hand had felt soothingly warm in his own, tenderly enwrapped in his callused fingers, and it occurred to him at that moment how perfectly small her hand was, and how fitting it seemed to feel against his skin. There was a comfort there that overwhelmed them in that one touch, a mutual sense of contentment that was so palpable it was like warmth – it was a secret she wanted to share with him, a promise, as sweet and tender and chaste as when they touched. Clark knew right then that asking her to the spring formal was worth it, if only to hold her hand.
#36 - Precious Treasure
Chloe was dear to him, that was certain, but at what lengths did his care for her go? What was the value of her heart, that he could break it and never truly pay the consequences? But Chloe was wonderful in that way where she would always find the good in anyone, the reason in their intentions, a trait doubtless given to her for her years as an investigative reporter. And she would always forgive him, patient in every sense of the word. He needed to stop taking her for granted.
#37 – Eyes
Chloe was certain that Clark's eyes were not quite the smoky blue, but more hinted near a sea foam green. Either way, they were still gorgeous.
#38 – Abandon
She couldn't admittedly convince herself that Clark had never forsaken her in any way, but her certainty didn't seem fair at all. He was Clark, her closest friend, and a super-powered young man that had developed a penchant for saving her life – this detail in itself was far beyond the concept of a disloyal friend. And yet, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, her convictions would always reroute to the fact that Clark Kent had abandoned her heart.
#39 – Dream
She closed her eyelids, slid into the soothing dark abyss behind them, and the last thing she saw was the haunting visage of his smile and twinkling blue eyes, his tender voice intoning the three little words that had been the lullaby of her dreams for so long. And the best thing of it all?All she had to do was dream.
#40 – Choice
"You know, the choice is yours. You can either sit in your loft and play with your telescope, or move on."
#41 – Teamwork
"I'm not exactly all for the idea that I'm just the brute strength of the operation, whereas you are the brains. If this relationship is going to work, I don't want to be just the guy who does the heavy lifting. I can be useful in other ways," Clark informed from the bed, propping himself up with one arm. Chloe quirked a single brow heavenward, "which are…?" She folded her arms in front of her, waiting expectantly as her husband meditated on the question. "Well…" Clark began, smiling sheepishly, "I'm good in bed." Chloe snorted. "I believe that is a skill that requires teamwork," she retorted, leering suggestively. Clark looked at her in mock disbelief, "May you care to demonstrate?"
#42 - Standing Still
It was never quite easy to remain in one place for Chloe Sullivan – she was a jubilant bundle of energy if there ever was one. But when Clark Kent took her by the shoulders and planted a kiss smack-dab onto her lips, she found herself… standing still. Clark had to get her to stop running around one way or another.
#43 – Dying
Clark is the only man Chloe has ever known who had been enormously improved by death – mortally dying one minute, resurrected immortally the next. But, all in all, she would rather never have to watch him die again.
#44 - Two Roads
It didn't seem that hard of a choice, Lana was certain. The unassuming farm boy was riddled with an expression of anxious perplexity, and there was a shadow of doubt that labored the crease of his brow, but Lana had no idea why. All Clark had to do was chose her over his best friend. What was taking so long?
#45 – Illusion
"It's you," Clark swallowed, overcome with the revelation. "Me," Chloe declared unflinchingly. She no longer feared rejection. A smile crept into his face, and Chloe almost gaped in shock as he cupped his broad palm along her cheek and swept her lips up in an overwhelming kiss. "You," Clark agreed, grinning widely. All these years, she was the girl of his dreams masquerading as his best friend. "Thanks for waiting."
#46 – Family
Clark would always look forward to dinnertime, for it was always a time where they could be together. He would always do the grocery shopping, and it helped that he was much faster than the average shopper. Chloe would set the dinner plates and carefully arrange the silverware, taking pride in the fact that she was very serious when doing so. And his mother, in spite of her years away from home as a state senator, was still a professional cook at heart and worked tirelessly in the kitchen. In the end, they would sit together around the table, count their blessings, and eat together – one big happy family.
#47 – Creation
Jealously was a creature that lay dormant in the hearts of everyone, and that gave no exception to the ever humble, ever indestructible alien known as Clark Kent. And yet, as he watches Jimmy sensually embrace Chloe Sullivan, he can not help but feel it was her fault the creature was there in the first place.
#48 – Childhood
When Clark remembers Chloe Sullivan, he remembers the tiny blonde girl that was fearless and passionate as a middle school student, remembers the curvaceous young woman who was faithful and compassionate throughout high school. And then he remembers how he regrets never telling her how much he loves her.
#49 - Stripes
While stripes did not always look quite flattering on just any woman, Clark thought that the ridiculously colorful blouse accentuated Chloe's sensual curves perfectly. Or perhaps the fact it was on her that deceived Clark into believing her outfit was fashionable.
#50 - Breaking the Rules
Chloe was Clark's best friend, and feeling anything less than platonic for a best friend was like waking up in bed with your own sister half-naked. He was not supposed to feel this way, and he certainly wasn't supposed to be thinking about her in a way far, far away from platonic. It was against the rules.
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To Be Continued
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Author's Note: This is a challenge I decided to take, in which I have to make up one paragraph for each theme, but it only has to be about Chlark. I did this to relieve some stress, fiddling with this Chlark theme project. It's fun! Although I can't help but feel entirely tacky for writing this. So… Much… cheesy romance! LMAO! And I'm lazy so I tend to write nonsense when I don't feel like being creative.
Oh Well.
Theme #1 (Introduction) is inspired by a Chlark fanfiction called Holding Out by the fanfic author OutlawAK. That story kicks ass.
Theme #19 (Gray) is a direct quote from Dana Scully, a fictional character of the Sci-Fi series The X-Files. I thought it complemented nicely with Clark and Chloe's relationship.
Theme #15 (Silence), #28 (Sorrow) and #40 (Choice) are direct quotes from our favorite Chloe Sullivan of Smallville! I just put that in because I'm lazy and she has, like, the best dialogue.
Tootles,
- Rayz
