Elixir
by Lener
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville.
Chapter One
Clark Kent watched as a slim figure made her way down the hallways of Smallville High School towards a tall blonde jock. Both of them embraced, the girl kissing the boy on the cheek, and then walked off hand in hand out the doors of the school.
"Hey Clark, what's up?" Clark jumped and whirled around to find his best friend (one of them) Chloe Sullivan standing behind him.
"Chloe!" Clark smiled, then pretended to look suspicious, "how long have you been spying on me?"
An innocent look took over Chloe's face, and she looked up at Clark, thoroughly confused. "Spying? Who's been spying? I just sneaked up on you!"
Clark looked down at the pretty blond, and would have believed her had he not known her since they were children. Chloe Sullivan was the editor for the Smallville High School newspaper; she was a reporter- a ruthless one.
"Haha," Clark laughed dryly.
"Fine, fine. I watched you long enough to watch you watch Lana," Chloe grinned at her sentence. Clark knew she'd purposely said it like that. He grinned again- Chloe always had the ability to make people cheerful. But his grin only lasted for about 2 seconds when he remembered what he had seen. Lana Lang, the most beautiful girl in Smallville High (or so, he thought) had just walked off with her boyfriend, the quarterback of the school's football team, and the guy Clark wished to be.
"Hey… what's wrong?" Chloe looked up at him, concern etched over her face.
"Oh, nothing…" Clark shrugged, and fell into a step beside his friend as she began walking towards the doors of Smallville High. Chloe took a few steps forward, then turned around to face Clark so that he was walking towards her, and she walking backwards. Clark knew that he was going to face a Chloe interrogation when she walked like that.
"Kent, that look on your face tells me something is absolutely wrong, and I'm going to deduce that it's seeing Lana Lang walk off with her boyfriend Whitney Fordman. So, am I right or wrong?" she rattled off.
Clark sighed. He could never keep something from Chloe. Sooner or later her reporter instincts would be taken out like an eager dog on leash, sniffing around for clues and whatnot, and finally coming up with the correct answer. "You don't know how right you are," he told her.
"I've got just the solution for you," Chloe said, her eyes shining bright. Clark loved that confident look she always had, as if she knew she was never wrong.
"Oh, what's that?" he asked, playing along. They were reaching the steps of the entrance to Smallville High, and Clark kept a look out on Chloe, who was still walking backwards, in case she lost her footing and fell.
"It's…" Chloe turned back the right way to find the proper footing, then made her way down the steps, "the Fortress of Solitude… and a tub of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice-cream. How's that for a special Sullivan Remedy?" She looked up at Clark, her eyes hopeful.
And without hesitation, he grinned, "Sure."
*
So here am I, sitting in Clark's Fortress of Solitude with a tub of my (and Clark's) favourite ice-cream in my lap watching the sunset with Clark. Oh, this isn't what you think. My fantasy hasn't come true yet, but of course, I can always imagine.
Chloe dug a metal spoon into her ice-cream and bit into the cold, sweet substance. It tasted good, and as she looked over at Clark's tub, she could see that he was almost finished. She, on the other hand, still had almost half the tub left. Well, I guess I've just been enjoying the scenery more than the food. And by scenery I don't mean the green things. Chloe thought playfully to herself.
Clark had moved his telescope (pointed at the sky, this time) to the side to that both of them could sit at the window of his loft and dangle their legs down the edge, in the air. The sun was setting now, leaving the honey coloured sky with souvenirs- swirls of dusky rose pink and soft lavender.
"The sunset is beautiful…" Clark said, setting his empty tub of ice-cream behind him on the loft floor. He kept his metal spoon in his hand, tracing the arcs of colour that ran like dye across the sky. Then he pointed to a patch of greenery down below. "Look, Chloe! Look at that!" he exclaimed, and Chloe duly looked.
"I don't see anything…" she muttered, gazing hard.
"Oh, well, I must have mistaken…" Clark shrugged, and Chloe gave him a curious stare. She bent down to scoop some more ice-cream, only to find a large hole in the brown ice-cream in her tub. She looked over at Clark, who had a silly grin on his face.
Chloe dumped her tub and the metal spoon (which she'd stuck into the ice-cream) down on the loft floor, and turned to face Clark. "You know," she said, "that trick could've worked if I hadn't been so smart and if you didn't have chocolate ice-cream all over your mouth!" And with that she launched a full tickle attack on her best friend, leaving him laughing uncontrollably.
Finally she let him off, and he clambered unsteadily to his feet. Chloe pulled herself away from the open window of the loft, and got to her feet, facing Clark. "So, feel better now?" she asked, smiling. It was great to see Clark happy and not brooding all over Lana. If I were Clark's girlfriend, I'd make him happy all the time. She thought, but erased the thought from her mind. That was just not possible. Clark had eyes only for… Lana. Sigh.
"I'm all better now. Thanks to the special Sullivan Remedy!" Clark pasted a fake grin on his face, and Chloe punched him on the arm. He doubled over, pain contorting his features, and Chloe suddenly regretted what she'd done. Had she really hurt him this time? It couldn't be… she had not punched him that hard!
"Clark! Clark, are you okay?" she sprang forward, concerned, placing a hand on his back. Then suddenly he was standing upright, and grinning, and he began to tickle her. Hard.
Chloe laughed. This was the most fun she'd ever had in years.
Clark is the best best friend ever!
The sky was beginning to turn dark by the time Chloe reached home. Lucky for her she remembered that the next day was a Saturday, and that there had not been very much homework set for them that day. She reached for the door knob. Her father would be home by now, and cooking dinner. She'd probably have to explain where she had went, but she was sure he would understand. Gabe Sullivan was the best father in the world. Well, when he wasn't cracking his so-called 'witty' jokes.
Chloe remembered the time when she had gone on a class trip to LuthorCorp Plant and her father had been in charge of the tour around the plant. She'd spent the first part hiding behind Clark and 'dying' whenever her father cracked one of his lame jokes.
Smiling to herself, Chloe pushed open the door, only to find Gabe Sullivan sitting in the middle of the living room floor, the whole house a mess.
"Dad!" Chloe exclaimed, rushing to her father, "what happened here?" She let out a huge breath, gazing at the ransacked house. The cutlery cupboard, drawers and everything had been turned inside out, the curtains shredded and all the upholstery everywhere. In the kitchen she could see broken mugs and plates, bowls and shattered porcelain vases.
"When I came back everything was like this," Gabe said, holding up a framed picture of him and his daughter. The glass over the picture had cracked right in the middle of the picture of them hugging each other.
"Oh, daddy…" Chloe wrapped her arms around her father and gave him a hug, which he returned.
Author's Note: Oh… who ransacked the Sullivan home? What's going on? Find out in later chapters! As you can see, this is a whole different Smallville fic from my previous one, that means I have to get Clark and Chloe together again! *rubs hands gleefully* This is going to be fun!