A/N: Here it is; the last installment of the 'When Clark Comes Back' series. Yay! I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, or its characters, or…there's something else, but I can't think of it right now. It's like 1:30am; but whatever it is, I don't own it.

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33 weeks:

I sigh and stare down at my journal. Yes, it's a journal now. Not the one the shrink gave me originally, but a huge one that I brought with the intention of spilling out all of my guts, and worries, and fears, and if I come by them, my happy moments.

I write it all. Well, as much as I can without revealing Clark's secret, or my…meteor condition, or my mother's.

Turns out, she was the cause for my 'daywalks', and a couple of my night ones too.

She's meteor infected, and she has the ability to control other meteor infected people; but only if she's holding something that belongs to them. Needless to say, she had something that belonged to me; and she used it to make me find her.

That's how and why I got my job back at The Planet; because of the resources there, and so that I could break into Tess Mercer's office and hack into her computer.

I don't remember doing any of it; but I broke into a Luthorcorp facility, a 33.1 type place, and singlehandedly rescued her.

Only, I didn't exactly rescue her. By taking her away from that place, and the experimental drugs they'd been using on her, I only hurt her.

I'd put her in the hospital; with regular doctors, and regular medicine; and she needed so much more than that. More than I could ever give her.

A few days later she became completely and irreversibly catatonic. Not even Oliver and his infinite resource of miracle working doctors and scientists could fix her. So I cried a dozen times, mourning the loss of my mother. Of course, I cried about everything at that moment in my life, but that nearly broke me. I'd lost Clark. Then I'd lost my mother.

It wasn't fair.

Lana was there for me. Lois was there for me. But I didn't want people there for me. I wanted someone to help my mother.

I became so bitter and angry, no one wanted to be round me; which made me even angrier. On some level I understood that snapping and snarling at everyone about every little thing would be a huge turn off, even to the most tolerant person in the world; but at the same time I felt that they should've understood what I was going through; and should've stuck by me a little longer. How much longer though, I can't really say because honestly, I didn't even want to deal with me anymore. I was so sick of myself; the crying, the tantrums, the 'poor me' syndrome; and I decided I'd had enough of it.

I bought a journal. Wrote down everything I was feeling, had felt; my thoughts about the future, the past, and the present. I buried myself in the pages of that notebook; and soon after, Chloe Sullivan was back. Well, not all the way back. I'll never be a hundred percent me until Clark comes back; but I've stopped being angry, and bitter. I got my family back; they were very fast forgivers. No grudges were held, and hormones were blamed.

I went back to work; not at all surprised that I still had a job there despite the fact that I hadn't been in for nearly two weeks. My guess is because I'm special and my boss knows it.

I confronted Tess. She denied having any knowledge of the place my mother was held, and apologized on behalf of Luthorcorp and Lex. She told me she's just the CEO of his company; that her job is to make sure the company runs smoothly and prospers, and that she doesn't have a hand in Lex's 'side projects'.

And that's why I'm working for The Daily Planet. That's why I'm here right now, at this very moment. To prove that she does. It's either that, or I stay at home, doing nothing. And I need to be doing something.

I take a deep breath and focus on my journal. I'm no good to anyone when I'm angry. I've definitely already learned that.

I miss Clark. I write. Then I stop and draw another deep breath. I'm always missing Clark, but that's not what I wanted to write down; and the truth is, I'm afraid to write down what I'm really feeling; but I've promised myself to always write down my true feelings. No matter how depressing or repetitive they may be. And I say repetitive because most of my thoughts revolve around how much I want Clark here with me, and how lonely I am without him.

Tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes, surprising me. I haven't cried in over three months. Not one single tear.

I don't think Clark is going to make it in time for his children's birth. I write shakily. Then I close the book and bury my face in my hands.

I let the tears fall, but I don't make any noise.

How am I going to do this? How am I going to raise two special kids on my own? I mean, yes, I have Mrs. Kent; and she raised Clark, but she had her husband…and there was only one Clark; I'm going to have two. And not only that, but she's Senator Kent now. She can't just drop everything she's doing to help me. And I'm not going to even think about letting her think about stepping down. That wouldn't be fair, and I'd feel guilty about it for the rest of my life.

And then there's Lois; my cousin, and one of my best friends. The woman I adore as if she's my big sister, but she in turn treats me like I'm her child; her responsibility. How the hell am I supposed to hide two super-powered children from her?

'Ow!'

I double over and grab my stomach.And though I want to kill Lex for separating my children, I almost want to thank him too. I can't imagine having the two of them here. Double the pain? Dear god, I can't even imagine it. And as if he's heard my thoughts, my son kicks me again. The little fella loves his sister; I know that for a fact. I have a feeling he's going to be unbearably overprotective of her, just like his daddy.

'The 'rest of my life' might not be that long if you keep kicking me Kent,' I think to my son as I rub my stomach soothingly.

It's not very affectionate I suppose; calling my baby by his last name, but that's all I got for him. I'm eight months pregnant and I don't have names picked out for my children. No mother of the year award is making its way toward me anytime soon.

With that thought buzzing around my head, I bring my head up and wipe my face. I tell myself to get a grip, and that I can do this, and that I'll be fine. It's time to get back to work…but I'm hungry. Starving actually.

I glance at my watch. It's close to lunch time; which means they should be here any minute. They being Charlie and Lois. They always take me to lunch on Thursdays.

It's kinda weird. Charlie is my doctor, but he's my friend too. He knows about me being infected. I didn't tell him, he just knew because he's infected too, and I guess when he touches people he can feel the kryptonite in their body or something like that. Totally useless power if you ask me; but at least he's not crazy. And so maybe I won't end up going crazy either.

That's why he took me to lunch months ago. He wanted to tell me in person. While he assumed that I already knew about my condition, and I did; he didn't know if I told my friends and family yet, so he told me in private. I just thanked him for letting me know, and he smiled at me; relief pouring out of every single pore in his body. I guess he thought I'd freak out, panic, or demand he do something for me and my baby but…I'm me.

We became fast friends after that. Lois was right, I need someone other than her and Lana and Ollie. But we're just friends. In fact, the only time he touches me is when he's 'Dr. Loveleigh' instead of Charlie. Which I understand would be weird for some people but…I married an alien. And I didn't even marry the alien that was, is, my best friend. I married his alter ego. Things can't get much weirder than that.

I look up at the entrance, hoping to see my lunch dates because I'm really hungry; but instead I see Clark.

'Damn it!'

I thought this was real. I'm getting so sick and tired of these dreams. Yes, I love that they're so vivid and real that when I jump run and jump into his arms, he's so solid. Really solid; and that I can even smell him, and he smells exactly the same as I remember; but when I wake up, it's hell for me. Complete and utter hell.

I put my face in my hands, refusing to run to him this time, and willing myself to wake up.

"Chloe?"

He sounds so confused, and hurt, and real.

"Go away," I whimper. I didn't mean to. I meant for my voice to be strong and commanding.

So much for that.

"Chloe?"

Oh god; he's right in front of my desk, and not beside me. It's what the real Clark would do if he came back and I acted like this. He wouldn't want to scare me off or force himself on me.

"What's the…I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry okay. Please look at me…Please."

I cover my ears. I can't take the sound of his voice any longer. What the hell is wrong with me? Do I like to be tortured like this or something? I must like it. It's the only reason I can think of for why I haven't awakened yet.

"Chloe please," he calls again; and I nearly cry…again. My refusal to acknowledge him is hurting him really bad; but I'm hurting too; and since I'm the real one, I'm my first priority. Not dream-Clark. "Smallville?"

Clark whirls to face my cousin's voice.

That's when I open my eyes in confusion. Lois isn't usually in my "Clark's finally come home" dreams.

And neither is Charlie; but he's right there beside my cousin.

"Clark!" Lois yells and runs up to him giving him an almighty embrace, leaving Charlie behind. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Uh, hi Lois," Clark glances back at me, still confused by my reaction. It catches Charlie's attention and he quickly makes his way to me.

Damn. He's in Dr. Loveleigh mode.

"Lois, I think your cousin is in shock," he calls before trying to check my pulse. I brush him away. I'm not…I don't think I'm dreaming. Clark is…Clark is back.

I stand up slowly and walk over to him.

He gulps as he sees my stomach for the first time in a long time. I don't blame him, it's huge.

"You're uh…so you're uh," he gestures toward my stomach and I have to smile. He's the same as I remember him.

"Congratulations," he finally concludes at the end of his bumbling. That was a weird thing to say. I look to Lois, then Charlie for confirmation, and I get it. Lois is staring at Clark as if he's acting weird even by the standards she'd curbed just for him; and Charlie is looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"So uh," Clark gestures his head toward Charlie. "Is he the father?"

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A/N: I know, I know; amnesia, again! But I like amnesia. It's fun.

Next post will be Thursday, August 26th.