Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Smallville television series. The Smallville series is copyrighted by DC Comics, a subsidiary of Warner Bros Entertainment. The only things that I can claim to own are Original Characters, Original Themes, and Original Plotlines. I wrote this story with entertainment purposes in mind only, and as such I have made no monetary gain off of this work of fiction. Please do not sue me.
Author's Note:
I've been busting my butt to try and type up a Smallville fanfiction for a few weeks now, and recently I took a walk down the Smallville fanfiction lane and stumbled onto Darkfirelight's works. He's a Chloe/Clark shipper all the way, and his story "Partial Transference" inspired me. This story is intended to be based off of his work, but with my own style and technique. While I do so enjoy his style of writing, it isn't anything like the way I write, so I've decided to go with my own direction. Darkfirelight has graciously agreed to let me use his idea for a Super!Chloe fic, and I'm happy to bring this product to everyone in the Smallville fandom. Hopefully, everyone will find this story as enjoyable to read as I found it to write.
I do think an explanation is needed: I happened to check out some of the reviews for "Partial Transference" and was surprised by a flame/criticism from one of the readers of the story. It did give me something to think about, so I have my own answer to that review in this story.
Yes, we know that Kryptonian powers don't really agree with the human body; in the cases that we've seen that people have gained those powers they've either had a heart attack or become comatose. We didn't see much of what happened to Eric Summers, but it's assumed that he's had a heart attack from the two times he's leeched Clark's powers. The only other time that someone got Clark's powers with seemingly no side effects was Lana, though we could probably assume that her heart was probably somewhat damaged by the experience, but her nano-suit upgrade probably fixed that damage.
In that case, we have to take into consideration that we don't know what way someone with a Kryptonite mutation will be affected by receiving Clark's powers. There could be hundreds of ways that it could affect them. On top of that, we need to take into consideration Chloe's power. We've seen it is the ability to heal other people.
So, my idea was that Chloe's power mixed with Clark's and that the two combined changed her body further than any of the other humans that received Clark's powers throughout the series. Instead of "just" receiving Clark's powers, which wears out their human bodies, Chloe's mutation allows her body to change to make her suitable to use the powers she receives from the Transference. Instead of it being "Clark's" powers when she gets them, once her body is done mutating then they become "her" powers.
In effect, she becomes a biological Kryptonian, just like Clark.
I hope that explanation isn't too confusing. Once I start talking about pseudoscience I just seem to ramble. I really have to keep a short leash on my explanations.
In any event, I'm going to end this note now. Please enjoy the story:
The New Super Couple
A Smallville Fanfiction
By
Professor Image
Season 1:
Two of a Kind
Episode 1:
Pilot
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Once they had been released from the bus Chloe and Pete quickly began to climb the steps to Smallville High. Pete was conspicuously quiet, but Chloe didn't think much of his mood since she was currently going over a list of everything that she needed to do to get the Torch up and running within the first week of school.
Trudging with the air of exhausted anxiousness, Chloe was startled from her thoughts by Pete nudging her shoulder and bouncing up next to her.
"So, has anyone asked you to the dance?" He grinned eagerly.
Immediately a certain face came to mind, swimming into focus even as she mulled over his query.
Chloe bit her lip out of habit, a sigh spilling from her mouth as she looked down. "Not yet." There was a note of disappointment in her tone.
Pete gestured with his hands excitedly, hedging, "Well, if nothing pans out with 'you-know-who', maybe you and I could-"
Whirling on the boy with a pout, an exhaustion of a different kind on her face, Chloe spoke. "Pete, do you want to take a commercial break from the soap opera in your head? I've told you a hundred times! I'm not interested in Clark!" She denied loudly. Matter apparently closed, she turned away from the boy, shaking her head as she suppressed her own disappointment.
"Your vehement denial has been duly noted!" Pete called after her teasingly. Chloe shook her head in amusement, turning to look over her shoulder at the smiling boy; She turned back around, her smile falling slightly. A second later Pete ran up behind her, prodding her arm to catch her attention.
"Hey, maybe you and I can go together?" he asked her quickly. "I mean, not as a date-date thing, but as a friend-friend thing?" Pete back-peddled, waving his hands about in awkward anxiety. Chloe smiled, amused at the bumbling boy; Pete could be adorable when he was embarrassed.
"Hi guys!" a familiar voice interrupted their conversation, making Chloe's heart leap to her throat. Just knowing that he was standing so close behind her made the young aspiring reporter's cheeks warm.
Chloe and Pete turned one-eighty, Chloe blinking in surprise and astonishment at the boy towering above. "Uh- wha- didn't you just- uh- weren't you-?" she stumbled, her reporter instincts blinking warning alarms, but her surprise keeping her from properly piecing the thought together.
Clark shrugged and readjusted his heavy book bag. "I took a short cut." he said, as if that explained everything. Chloe was used to his excuses, having heard them for over a year now, but today her instincts were on full alert.
Chloe blinked. "Through what: a black hole?" She queried, expressing her disbelief plainly in her tone and facial reaction.
Clark looked down, fumbling with his books.
"Clark," Pete sighed, walking around the taller boy and placing an arm around Clark's shoulders, Pete began to pull the tall teenager along, motioning to Chloe as they walked passed the girl. "You'll have to excuse our intrepid reporter. Her Weird-Dar is on Defcon-Five. She thought something was attacking the bus." He chuckled.
As she heard the disbelief in her dark friend's words, Chloe reacted, rushing around in front of the boys and stopping them both. "Okay, just because everyone else chooses to ignore the strange things that happen in this leafy little hamlet, doesn't mean that they don't happen!" She urged, trying to make them see her side of things.
Making a patronizing gesture with his hand, Pete rolled his eyes. "Now, you know that we'd love to join you and Scooby inside the Mystery Machine for another zany adventure, but we have to hand in these permission slips before home room." Reaching into his pocket, the short boy removed said permission slip, tugged his better built friend around her and began to march away.
Turning her head, Chloe fumbled to put away her camera, but was still within range to hear as Clark awkwardly began to deny Pete's plan.
"Uh, actually Pete, I'm having second thoughts. I don't think that signing up for the team is such a great idea." Smiling, Chloe turned to watch Pete confront Clark on his rash decision, amused at their plans of mainstream conformation.
"Clark, listen, this is the only way- " Pete told Clark as if he was imparting sagely advice, stuffing the slip of paper into his coat's pocket.
Striding up beside the boys, Chloe butted in. "Wait, wait, wait- you two are trying out for the football team?" She questioned with a mischievous smile, imagining the two awkward teenagers trying to stand tall with the rest of the jocks. Clark was the right shape and size for it, so he probably wouldn't be completely massacred, but Pete... "What is this, some sort of teen suicide pact?" She jabbed. Neither Clark nor Pete seemed amused by the question, Pete going so far as to grab her by the back of her head and haul her off to a corner. "Ah!" She protested.
In a low voice, Pete began, "We're trying to avoid becoming this year's scarecrow."
"What are you talking about?" Chloe whispered back, shaking her head and then raising her voice. "And WHY are we whispering?"
Pete's expression was of mild panic. "It's a homecoming tradition," he started, obviously trying to make the blond see from his perspective. "Every year before the big game the football players select a freshmen, take him out to Riley Field, strip him down to his boxers and then paint an 'S' on his chest." Chloe recoiled at the blunt explanation of teenage pranking gone bad.
"And then string him up like a scarecrow." Clark finished for Pete.
Chloe grimaced, her disgust for the schoolyard bullying as apparent in her face as it was in her voice. "Jesus, that sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen."
Pete shrugged, and continued in a low whisper. "Why do you think that we're trying out for the team? We figure that they won't choose one of their own," He explained their reasoning. Chloe's distaste didn't let up.
She could see Clark's focus wavering, turning his head as though he caught something interesting from his peripheral.
"Yeah, uh, why has no one done anything about this yet?" Chloe questioned, looking between the boys. Clark turned from whatever had caught his eye to glance to Pete, "Why aren't we doing something?"
"It's, ah, a High School tradition," Clark reasoned, as if that should explain everything. Chloe glared at both boys.
"Yeah, I'm going with a big fat no on that one," She snapped, frustration building. "This is... It's pretty much torture! Beyond basic school bullying! How can both of you be totally okay with this? You don't give two hoots as long as you aren't the scarecrow!" She hissed. Both Clark and Pete flinched, suitably chastised by the girl's scolding.
"I'm gonna showcase this school's dirty little cult ritual right on the front page!" So said, Chloe promptly turned on her heels and began to walk away.
"What about the dance?" Pete called after her. Chloe turned around, and gave both him and Clark a wave.
"Sorry Pete, I gotta run!" She shouted back to them. Pete's expression was of mild disappointment.
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That night, Chloe was on the phone with Pete.
"Call me impressed, you actually made the team," Chloe was all smiles, shuffling the torch's phone as she moved another stack of files into the shelves. After the last batch she only had a half dozen more stacks of old Torch papers and their roughs. Meanwhile, her laptop was blazing through the digital archive of articles that had been left behind by the previous editor. She hoped to at least have the digital copies sorted by the end of the night. "Clark still hasn't changed his mind about the team? There's still time for him to try and avoid becoming the scarecrow."
"Nah, and that's what worries me. When we were talking over the summer he seemed pretty eager to join, but then he goes and changes his mind at the last minute." Pete voiced his opinion.
Chloe chewed the cord of the Torch's phone, her own thoughts troubled by concerns of her not-so-secret crush. "Is there any reason why he'd change his mind?" She inquired, fishing for clues. She heard Pete breathe deeply from over the speaker.
"No, besides his parents… His dad's always been against Clark joining any sports," Pete tacked on the explanation at the end, sensing her curiosity. "He probably has a reason, so don't jump the gun on this one, Chlo."
"I know, Pete," Chloe rolled her eyes. "I wonder what's up with his dad."
"Don't know- hang on, I got another call," Pete told her. "I'll call back in a minute."
"'Kay," Chloe smiled despite the expression going unseen. They said their goodbyes and hung up.
Chloe continued to rifle through her files, stopping every once and awhile to move a file from the cabinets and pin it to the wall at the back of the Torch. It was covered in a variety of articles that she was trying to put the finishing touches on: her very own "Wall of Weird". So far, only Pete was aware of her little hobby.
The phone rang. Chloe went over and picked it up, placing it next to her ear. "Pete," she greeted easily, expecting the boy.
"Chloe," the voice on the other end was Clark.
"Oh, Clark," Chloe's voice immediately brightened. She wondered briefly if Pete was still caught up in his call. She turned her attention to her phone. "What's up?" she asked.
"Sorry, Chlo, but I asked Pete to let me call you first," Clark explained apologetically. Chloe's smile wavered, sensing something big.
"Uh-oh, I hear that hesitance in your voice and I think, 'What's he done now'?" She teased good-naturedly.
"No one, hopefully," Clark stage whispered. She could hear the reluctant smile in his voice. "I just thought I should call you and tell you in person: Lex Luthor ran his car off the Loeb Bridge," He told her. Chloe jolted and moved to sit at her desk, clicking open the Smallville ledger page and raising an eyebrow at the story sitting on the front page. In a few seconds she had the case report up on her laptop's screen. Chloe blinked in amazement.
"Clark, it says here that you pulled him from the river!" She exclaimed, pride in her own heart. Who knew that her mild-mannered friend had such a heroic side to him?
"Well, I, uh, it was nothing!" Clark denied immediately, though Chloe could hear the reluctant pride in his voice.
"Nothing my butt!" she smiled, chiding the boy, "You're a hero, Clark! And as the Luthors pay for my family's income I'll be the first one to congratulate you on saving my dad's boss."
"Uh…" Clark stumbled. A fond smile tugged at the blonde's lips.
"You're welcome, Clark," Chloe teased. The line was silent for a moment before Clark replied.
"I think I got to go, bye." He didn't give her the chance to say anything as the line clicked dead the next moment. Chloe giggled at the boy's embarrassment, taken in by the teenager's shy charm.
Her phone rang a few minutes later, and when she picked it up she found that her caller was Pete.
"So, I take it you heard?" Pete asked straight away. Smiling, Chloe agreed.
"Straight from the horse's mouth," she said.
"It's amazing, right!? Who knew that Clark Kent was so... heroic?" Pete exclaimed.
"Yeah, who knew?" Chloe giggled.
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"There he is; Smallville's very own homegrown hero!" Chloe laughed as she skipped on over to the tall boy. Clark halted immediately, not unlike a deer caught in the headlights. "Care to give a quote to the Torch? It might make first page!" she winked conspiratorially. From beside Clark, Pete rolled his eyes at the blonde's antics.
"Wha-" Clark gasped. He glanced to Pete who shrugged his shoulders in an unhelpful gesture.
"C'mon, Clark, this is big news!" Chloe sang, leading the two boys away to an emptier spot. "Small town farmboy saves billionaire's son?" People are going to want to hear the story straight from the horse's mouth! You have to give me a quote!" she urged. Clark opened his mouth, stuttering, before shaking his head.
"Sorry, Chlo, I just- well, I don't think it's such a great idea. Besides, it really wasn't such a big deal. All I did was pull him out from of the car and give him CPR…" he explained, trying to push away the credit. Chloe pounced on the story.
"'Mouth-to-mouth follows heroic rescue'. Thanks, Clark!" She jabbed brightly, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek and then racing away, laughing. Clark blanched as he realized what she meant.
"Chlo, hey, wait!" he called after her. Chloe laughed as she led the boy around the school up until the bell rang for the first class of the day.
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Chloe watched as another victim was wheeled out of the car garage. A crowd of people had gathered to watch the scene, speculating loudly in an indistinct murmur.
Pete turned to her from watching as the paramedics loaded the dying man into the ambulance. "That's the third guy this week." He spoke. Chloe quickly caught onto his pondering.
"And they're all former jocks," She added, mind going over the facts that she had connected from the police reports she'd pilfered. She didn't know which line of thought that note was leading her down, but she felt as if it was a good place to start. Pete nudged her shoulder and pointed out a single person from the crowd.
"Who's the weirdo?" Pete queried. Chloe squinted as she took in the young man's appearance. He was tall, ungainly thin, a brunette, and unhealthily pale. He was probably someone that she would not instantly recognize, if not for the dark way he seemed to be taking in the scene of the crime.
"I dunno, let's check him out." she told Pete, raising her camera and taking a snapshot.
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In computer class, Pete and Chloe met up with Clark, Chloe starting off by pulling up the picture that she had taken on her handy-dandy camera onto the teenager's desktop computer, and throwing down an old year book onto the farm boy's desk. She flipped to the right page, and began rattling off her theory to the Kansas grown boy.
"His name is Jeremy Creek," she listed. She tapped the picture of the boy that they were discussing in the year book. "This is a picture of him twelve years ago, and this is one I took four hours ago," she claimed, pointing to the computer screen.
"That's impossible," Clark blinked skeptically, shaking his head. He turned around to watch as Chloe pulled out a medical report on the boy in question from the lab printer. "He'd be like twenty six today; it must be a kid who looks like him."
"My money was on the evil twin theory," Pete gestured, "Until we checked his missing person's…"
Turning back to the two teenagers, Chloe handed Clark the medical report she had pulled up on the man in question. "Jeremy disappeared from the state infirmary a few days ago where he had been in a coma for twelve years." She pointed to a particular phrase on the sheet of paper. "They say he suffered from massive electrolyte imbalance."
Pointing at the same phrase, Pete eagerly chirped, "That's why he hasn't aged a day!"
Looking up at Pete skeptically, Clark asked, "So, you're telling me that he just woke up?"
Stepping in front of Pete, Chloe demanded Clark's attention by beginning her own theory. "Well no, there was a huge electrical storm and the hospital's generator went down and when it came back on, Jeremy was gone…" Chloe stepped around Clark to sit down at her own lab desk, placing the report aside.
"The electricity must have charged him up like a Duracell." Pete continued.
"And now he's back in Smallville putting former jocks into comas?" Clark continued his skepticism. "Why?"
Chloe tuned back in as Pete finished the theory.
"Because twelve years ago today they chose Jeremy Creek as the scarecrow," to help prove their theory to their friend Chloe handed Clark the article that she had pulled out from the stack that she had compiled during her research of the murders.
Clark read off the article, "Comatose boy found in field twenty yards from meteor strike…"
Standing up, Chloe continued with their explanation, "The exposure to the blast must have done something to his body," she said, leaning against the desk.
Clark eyed her doubtfully. "No, this can't be right."
Pete stepped up next to her and nudged her shoulder. Chloe looked to her dark skinned friend as he spoke. "I think you ought to show him."
"Show me what?" Clark leaned forwards.
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They entered the Torch, Pete flipping on the lights. Clark looked around briefly but his attention was immediately drawn to the reason why they were there. There, at the back of the room stood a particular wall, which stood out even against the rest of the clutter in the room, Chloe's wall.
Stepping further into the room together, Chloe began. "It started as a scrapbook and… Just kind of mutated…"
"What is it?" Clark asked, staring at the wall with an unsure gaze.
Stepping towards the wall, Chloe threw out her hands and then turned back to the boys. She spread her hands, beckoning them to take in the entire wall with her. "I call it: The Wall of Weird!"
"It's every strange, bizarre and unexplained event that's happened in Smallville since the meteor shower!" she proclaimed. Clark was eyeing the wall as though it could bite, shocked and appalled. "That's when it all began: when the town went Schizo. So what do you think?" She asked brightly, bouncing up to Clark. Instead of amused or even skeptical Clark appeared mildly betrayed.
"Why didn't you tell me about all this?" Clark demanded softly, stepping around her up to the wall.
Feeling a little insulted by the tall teenager's assumption that she should have informed him all about her little hobbies, Chloe blinked rapidly and strode to the left side of the tall boy, countering, "Do you tell me about everything that happens in your life?" she looked up at his conflicted face in an annoyed huff. "We all keep secrets, Clark!"
Clark's eyes were moving from one article to the next, his expression becoming more horrified with each clipping that he read, until his eyes landed onto the magazine with Lana's baby face posted right on the cover.
"Lana?" Clark gasped. With a tragic expression of a guilty conscious, Clark whispered, "…my fault…" and then he turned away, whispering a little louder, "…It's all my fault…"
Chloe was startled by the guilt that Clark wore plainly on his face as he stormed out of the room. She shared a look with Pete before beating a hard pace after her taller friend, determined to catch up to him and at least try and sooth him before he did something incredibly stupid because of whatever made him feel pointlessly guilty.
When she finally caught up to him, bursting out of the front doors of the school, it was to find Whitney and his jock friends loading Clark up into the trailer of a truck before wheeling away with the squeal of burning tires.
"Clark!" she shouted after him, her heart in her throat.
Where were they taking him?
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She couldn't find Clark. She'd even ignored Pete's calls in her frantic search for the taller teenager. So frightened was she for her friend that it wasn't until the sun set that she remembered her conversation with Clark and Pete from two days prior about their school's little "Tradition". Her heart pounded in her ears as she was forced to jog out into Riley's Field in her quest to find her kidnapped friend.
Though the moon was full, the tall corn stalks darkened the field, the contrasts between bright light and shadows providing a creepy effect that made the panicky girl jump at every stray noise and motion in the field. She didn't have a faintest idea where Whitney and his friends would have tied Clark, so she mostly wandered for an hour until she heard a quiet little voice moan, "…help…" Chloe's heart thundered as she focused on the familiar voice's moans, using them as a guide through the corn stalks.
When she found him, she couldn't stop her helpless gasp, taking in his exhausted form. He was stripped down, and his body was covered in a layer of sweat, gasping with a pained grimace on his face, as if Whitney and his gang had done more than just humiliate him.
"Clark!" her hand leapt to her mouth, her flashlight jerking up to land on his face. His head flinched aside, before he squinted against the bright beam.
"…Chloe?" he moaned. Said blond quickly stepped around him, leaning against him as she reached for his bound hands. She was a little startled to see her hands shaking, and she could feel the relieved tears rolling down her cheeks.
"It's okay, Clark. I'll get you down from here," she soothed, her fingers trembling so much that she fumbled with the knots for a few minutes.
Leaning away from her, Clark moaned, "…Jeremy…" Chloe jerked, startled by the sudden naming.
"What, what's wrong, Clark?" Chloe questioned. The knots came free, and Clark tumbled down off the post. Almost immediately, Clark was leaping to his feet. Chloe was startled by his quick recovery.
Clark turned to her seriously, refocusing instantly. "Jeremy was here. He said he was going to the homecoming dance! Chloe, you need to call the police!" Clark ordered, before kneeling down at the edge of the clearing and picking up a set of clothes that had been left behind.
"Wait, what about you, Clark?" questioned Chloe, jumping up to him, panicked by the sudden intensity and pacing that everything had taken. She had only just found him and he was already hurrying off to do god knows what…?
Clark turned to her, grimacing. "I'll be fine," he assured her, and nodded to her pocket. "Call the police, Chlo. I'll try and get there, and hold him off until the police show up," he told her his plan.
"Clark, wait!" she shouted as he dashed into the corn fields. By the time that she had stepped into the towering stalks there was no trace of the boy. Chloe sagged tiredly, blowing a blond strand out of her eyes. "Just great, Chlo…"
She pulled out her phone, flipped it open, her fingers on the buttons when she noticed it: she had no bars.
"Damn," she cursed, shutting her eyes against a headache. Now what the hell was she supposed to do? She turned back to the clearing, trying to retrace her steps. Entering the edge of the clearing, she judged the direction the post was pointed and compared it to her memory. When she was satisfied that she had the right way out memorized she quick stepped to the edge of the clearing, but her shoes crunched onto something hard. Bending down into the dirt and leaves, she peered through the dark and caught something glinting with a green shine in the moonlight. She directed her flashlight, blinking at the sight of Lana's necklace. Without thinking, she reached down and plucked it from the dirt and leaves, and stuffed it into her pocket.
The race back to the school was a blur to her, but by the time she got there her heart was pounding in her ears. It was quiet, no sign of the presumed destruction that Jeremy was intending, the only noise being the distant echo of mainstream pop. Chloe made her way to the back entrance, passing into the car garage, when something shook the garage. When she turned the corner she found Clark standing in front of a wall that had been impaled by an old truck. Water was spewing up from underneath the truck, so she figured that the truck had ruptured a water pipe; and inside the truck Jeremy Creek was looking in wide eyed surprise out at Clark.
Sparks were flashing in the truck. Immediately, Chloe's mind whirled with a thought: Jeremy's powers were electricity based, and he was being drenched in water. That was very bad. Almost at once her brain tried to comfort her, reasoning that Clark wore rubber boots so he should be insulated against it. But then she saw Clark push against the truck, his hands attached to the hood, and her heart leapt into her throat.
"Clark, get back!" she shouted, racing towards the boy. She felt that, surely, if she could just warn him, maybe even pull him from the car and the puddle of water than he would be safe. Clark turned to her, shock and horror on his face as she crashed into him, her fingers digging into his shirt.
Her ears were filled with a loud boom, the roll of thunder heard up close and personal. Pain laced up her body, filling each of her cells, her fingers and toes twitching, her voice lost in a silent scream. Then she was thrown back, skidding over the asphalt.
Chloe lay there on the ground, sure that she was dead.
But inside her, something was changing.
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Clark Kent shook his head, a little dizzy and confused as his ears rang. He'd never known the effects of electrical shock like a human, so he couldn't make heads or tails of the numbing pain in his limbs and the confusion in his mind. He staggered a step away from the truck and out of the puddle, and the confusion passed. The ringing receded, and Clark started with sudden alarm.
"Chloe," Clark shouted, whirling towards the downed figure lying sprawled on the ground. Said girl groaned, reaching up to hold her head in pain.
"Ugh, what hit me?" Chloe gasped, sitting up. Clark knelt next to her, putting his hands on her shoulders and peering down in concern. Chloe looked up, blinking as her green gaze found Clark's. "Oh, right, ten thousand volts of pain. Clark, the next time you want to take a swim during a thunder storm, do us a favor and don't."
Clark chuckled, relieved to hear the sarcasm. Chloe spared him an annoyed glance, turning away with a huff.
"So, how do you feel?" Clark prompted her. Chloe turned back to him and seemed to consider herself seriously, patting down her body and holding a hand to her head.
"Fine," she blinked, surprise in her voice. "Pretty good, actually… I feel better than ever!" She smiled up at him, and Clark was relieved to hear it.
"You sure about that," Clark asked. Chloe nodded, moving to stand up. Clark helped her stand, slowly, afraid that she'd suddenly have a heart attack and keel over.
"Yeah… Never better," She said in wonder, a note of amazement in her voice. They both turned back to the truck as they heard a groan. Clark separated from Chloe and stepped up to the driver's seat.
Reaching into the driver's seat, Clark placed a hand onto Jeremy's shoulder, asking the youthful man, "Are you okay?" Jeremy blinked drunkenly.
"Who are you?" Jeremy asked softly. Jeremy looked around the parking garage for a moment, before asking, "Where am I?"
"I'm Clark Kent, and this is Chloe Sullivan," Clark introduced the both of them, nodding his head to the blonde reporter. "And you're in Smallville."
Jeremy looked down, whimpering. "I wanna go home."
When Clark looked over to Chloe he found that the blond was solemnly watching them, a sympathetic expression on her face.
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"Are you sure that you are fine?" Clark asked her for the twelfth time since she'd abandoned the ambulance out of frustration and started walking towards the school.
"Yes, Clark, I'm sure. I'm just exhausted and would like to get back home for some sleep!" Chloe snapped, fed up with the boy's pestering. She could almost sense him eyeing her back as if he expected her to fall over any minute, and the blonde rolled her eyes at his mothering.
"In other news, I think that I've found my page one," Chloe whirled around and put her hands on each of Clark's arms to stop the both of them in their tracks. She smiled brightly up at the tall boy, so infectious that Clark couldn't help his own smile.
"So… Does that mean you won't print the article on Lex?" Clark hinted.
"Don't count on it," She winked, before letting him go and stepping down the road, humming a sound in her throat. "We really should be heading back home. The dance'll be letting up any minute, and I'd rather not be here." she commented idly.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" She heard Clark ask quietly. Chloe smiled and whirled around.
"What? Can't I just be happy?" she chuckled. Clark's deadpan expression made her shake her head. "Clark, you need to relax! Why shouldn't I be happy? I saved you, we saved the school, we survived a lethal electrifying experience… Forgive me if I seem a little excited, but I'm failing to see the downside here!"
"Chlo, just be careful… There's no telling how so much electricity could effect you," Clark worried, stepping up to her and reaching for her. Chloe whirled out of his grip, and laughed.
"Nuh-uh, you aren't dragging me down!" She teased, spinning on her heel and jogging away. They were both taken by surprise as she blurred down the street and into a wall, crashing through and leaving a Chloe shaped imprint in the cement plaster.
Chloe lay there in the middle of the dark and quiet shop, in a pile of dust and blinking up at the ceiling in confusion. Obviously, she knew that running clean through a wall should hurt, but despite that fact she found none of the aches or pains that she should have been feeling. In fact, she hardly felt any different from before she had stumbled through the brick surface.
She heard a whoosh, and Clark's voice exclaimed, "Chloe!" With all the panic that she knew she should feel. Instead, she blinked her eyes up above her to see Clark looking down at her worriedly, and couldn't help the stunned smile pulling at her lips.
"Whoa!"
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Back at the scene where Jeremy Creek had been apprehended, Sheriff Ethan Miller knelt down next to a puddle of water and picked up the item that had caught his eye. Holding it up against the light, Ethan blinked in confusion at the green necklace.
"Abrams, I think you missed something," Ethan called out, and one of the CSI techs strode up next to him and examined the necklace in his own confusion.
"It's probably the girls," Abrams commented. Ethan nodded in agreement.
"Probably…"
Episode 1: End.
Author's Note:
Huh, so yeah, the chapter wound up being pretty close to what Darkfirelight wrote and how the original episode went, but obviously I tried to put my own spin on it. Of significant note is that I'm trying to incorporate scenes that weren't in the original episode but might have been in canon, and also trying to expand on preexisting scenes by telling them from someone else's perspective. The most obvious difference between my story and Darkfirelight's story, though, is that I'm aiming for Clark and Chloe to know each other's secret straight from the beginning. It wasn't my original intention, but to do otherwise would make it much too similar to Darkfirelight's story for my own taste.
Where this goes from here is anyone's guess, but it'll definitely end up with Chloe and Clark winding up together. They might hit a few bumps in the road, namely Lana and the other super powered ladies that show up in Clark's adventures, but they'll work it out. This story will have drama, but it won't be of the same constant angst ridden, love triangle levels of the original series. It'll be more feel good, like Darkfirelight's stories, but just a tad more serious, as is my normal style of writing.
In any case, leave me a review of your thoughts on this chapter, please. I do so enjoy hearing what my readers think of my work.
Ta.
Professor Image.
Darkfirelight: Hey guys, Professor Image wanted me to assure you that he didn't steal the idea, so here I am! :)
I rather enjoy these type of stories in general, and so when I heard that they wanted to write a story around the premise of my fic I was happy to allow it, and even help. I'll just be correcting misspellings and assisting in the general wording at certain points, so don't worry on that front. I hope you all enjoy the fic.
P.S. If you need proof it's really me, my favorite jam is raspberry. ;)