A/N: thanks for the reviews!!! It makes me happy to go on the computer and check my email and see good reviews! I'm glad that you're liking my first SV story. The website that I was watching Smallville episodes on is down (waa!) so I still need to see season 6 and I desperately want to because of the cliff hanger at the end of 5. And watching season 7 without seeing the season right before that kinda makes it a wee bit confusing. But I still love it anyway.

Chapter 4:

Chloe awoke the next morning to an empty room. She looked around quietly. The hospital was unusually silent. She glanced out the glass window into the hallways of the hospital but saw that was almost empty as well; the only thing there was the occasional nurse walking past.

She remembered what happened yesterday. Clark was there. Clark told her that he loved her. Clark was an alien.

She turned her head to the side. The table that only yesterday held Clark's books and jacket was completely vacant of anything. It was like Clark was never there. Perhaps he never was.

Chloe dreamt about Clark confessing his love to her all the time. Although, never in any dream did he tell her that he was from another planet. But then again, she did get hit by a car, her brain could have been a little jumbled.

She bit her lip and turned to look at the ceiling. The more she thought about it, the more she convinced herself that everything that happened was infact a dream. It was too good to be true. Clark was probably at Lana's tail, drooling like the love sick puppy he was. Ok, she shouldn't complain about being a love sick puppy. But she was one of those puppies that kept it inside and didn't make it plainly obvious. Now Clark? Well, he was like a Labrador retriever puppy, showing everybody what he wanted and not letting go until he's got it.

She suddenly smirked when she saw the image of Clark as a little Labrador puppy, yipping and wagging his tail every time Lana came into the room. Lana would probably pay more attention to him if he was a puppy.

'I would pay attention to you if you were a puppy or not, Clark.' She thought miserably.

She lifted her head at the sound of a door opening. She saw her father standing in the door way and for a split second there was a trace of disappointment on her features. But she soon smiled at the sight of her father. "Hi dad."

Her father walked into the room and smiled, "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

Chloe shrugged, "Alright."

Mr. Sullivan walked over and placed a kiss to her forehead, "Good, I'm glad to hear that."

Chloe let out a breath, "So, how long until I get out of here?"

Mr. Sullivan laughed, "Chloe, you were always the impatient one."

"I don't like hospitals dad, the sooner I can get out of here the better."

He nodded, "Of course, I'll find the doctor right now." He ran his hand over the top of her head gently and then left the room to go find the doctor. Chloe sighed and looked around the quiet room.

About 10 minutes later the doctor and Mr. Sullivan came back in. "Good Morning Miss. Sullivan."

"Good Morning." Chloe greeted in return.

He looked at the clipboard in his hands, "You seem to be doing very well, although we will have to hold you in here a few more hours for observations."

Chloe sighed, "Alright."

The doctor gave her a sympathetic smile, "You'll be out of here before you know it."

And she was. The next six hours passed by fairly quickly. They ran all the tests they needed to on Chloe and found that she was well enough to go home. After she got the news that she could go home, she practically leaped out of the bed and got dressed. She met her father out in the hallway. After the doctor explained that she should rest and after he prescribed some medication, he let them go.

Chloe felt wonderful as soon as she stepped out into the fresh air. She smiled to her father beside her and together they both walked to the car. Chloe was silent the whole way home. She couldn't get Clark out of her mind. She still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. She hoped with all her heart that she wasn't dreaming. As they were coming home from the hospital they passed Smallville high.

She looked over at the digital clock briefly. School was almost over. She started to smile lightly. Maybe Clark would come visit her after he got out of school. Then she would fine out if it was a dream or not. But it was just a dream…Clark wouldn't come by. He would be too busy with Lana. The smile was quickly replaced with a frown and she leaned her head against the cool glass. No matter how hard she tried she always came in second to Lana Lang. Lana was a nice person, sometimes a little too nice, but Chloe couldn't hate her even if she wanted to. It wasn't her fault she was the prettiest girl in school and because of that she had everything. She was a cheerleader, she had a football star boyfriend, she was a good student, and she had the cutest boy in school –in Chloe's opinion anyway- right under her thumb. Anytime she needed him he would be there in a heartbeat.

And every time Clark saw Lana, it was like his brain turned to goo. It was plainly obvious to anyone but Lana. At least her feelings for Clark were hidden and she didn't turn into a mindless, love struck zombie every time the object of her affections came into view. Of course every time the farm boy flashed his famous Clark Kent smile she wanted to either melt or run into his arms and kiss him senseless.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't realize that the car pulled into the driveway of her home. What pulled her out of her day dreams was her fathers voice calling her name. She lifted her head, "Huh?"

"We're home, honey."

"Oh." She unbuckled herself and got out of the car. It felt like forever since she's been home. She smiled lightly and followed her father to the front door. Mr. Sullivan unlocked the door and both he and his daughter walked in.

"Go on in and rest on the couch, Chloe. Turn on the T.V. You want something to eat?"

Chloe nodded a bit, "Uh, sure. Some soup would be nice."

Mr. Sullivan nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

Chloe walked into the living room and found there was a blanket and some pillows on the couch. A little table has been moved to the side of the couch where there was easy access to the remote control. She smiled at her father's generosity and care towards her. As soon as she sat down on the couch and wave of sleepiness fell upon her. She didn't even realize how tired she was. She rested her head down on the pillow and pulled the blanket over her. She turned the T.V. on and flipped the channels until she found something she was interested in.

"Your soup is ready, Chlo." Mr. Sullivan walked into the room a few minutes later with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup in his hands. "Chloe?" he repeated her name when he didn't get an answer. He peered over the side of the couch and found his daughter sound asleep. He smiled lightly and walked over to her and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Sweet dreams." He walked back into the kitchen.

Chloe awoke about three hours later. Her vision was slightly blurred and so she blinked a few times to clear it. When her vision came into focus she saw a Buquet of flowers sitting on the table and a stuffed, white bear sitting in front of it. She smiled tiredly and sat up. 'Daddy.' She thought and shook her head. Her father was always treating her like this when she got sick or something. She took the vase off the table and held it up to her face and inhaled the floral scent. She wasn't a flower person usually but she appreciated them most times. And the scent calmed her most of the time. She then noticed a card in the center. She took the piece of folded paper from the floral arrangement and opened it. Her eyes widened when she read it. The flowers were not from her father at all. They were from Clark. It's a good thing she was sitting or otherwise she would have fallen. Clark Kent sent her flowers and a bear! She placed the flowers back down on the table and grabbed the bear. She hugged the bear to her and that brought back some of the hopes she had that maybe just maybe, it wasn't a dream.

She turned the T.V. back on and got her self comfortable. There was nothing on. Chloe normally wasn't a T.V. watcher. She normally spent all her time at the Torch. She finally settled for a documentary on the discovery channel.

There was a knock to the Sullivan's door. Chloe heard it faintly but didn't get up and was just concentrated on the T.V. Mr. Sullivan came out of the kitchen and approached the door. He opened the door and saw Clark standing there. "Hello Clark."

Chloe turned her head when her father said Clark's name. And she almost squealed when she heard Clark's voice. "Hello, Mr. Sullivan. Is Chloe awake?"

Mr. Sullivan smiled, "Yes, she just woke about an hour ago, come on in Clark."

"Thanks." Clark stepped in.

"She's in there," Mr. Sullivan pointed to the room behind Clark and he nodded and started to make his way towards the room. He appeared in the doorway and his eyes met Chloe's. He broke out into a grin and she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

He walked into the room and took a seat next to her, "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better," 'now that you're here.' She added in her mind.

"Good." He glanced down and saw the bear gently tucked under her arm, "I see you've got my gift." He met her eyes once more.

She nodded, "Yea. Thanks. You didn't have to though."

Clark shrugged, "I wanted to."

"You're too sweet."

Clark looked down and after a moment looked back up. "It's what I do."

Chloe chuckled, "You and your Kent charm."

Clark grinned. "I'm glad to see you home."

Chloe groaned, "Oh I know! I hate hospitals! I am so glad to be home."

Clark smiled and looked at the T.V. and his smile faded. Chloe saw the change on his face and looked at the T.V. to see what could have possibly upset him. "There was nothing on." She explained.

"A documentary on Extra Terrestrials?" His voice was distant and he slowly turned to meet her gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"Well you know me." Chloe shrugged with a smile but saw Clark's expression didn't change. Infact it grew more solemn. He turned his gaze away from her and stared at the floor.

"Clark? What's the matter?"

"It makes me uncomfortable." He elaborated.

"What? The talk about aliens and stuff?" Chloe saw Clark wince at the word alien and instantly thought of what she thought was a dream.

"Clark…" she started softly… "You really are a…"

"You thought I was kidding?" His voice sounded harsh as he snapped his head up to look at her.

"No!" she shook her head vigorously, "Clark….it's not that, it's just I thought it was a dream."

"Great." He replied and got to his feet.

"No, Clark! Please…don't go." She softly pleaded with him. His back was facing her and he stood still. "It's just I've waited so long to hear you tell me that you feel the same way about me as I do for you. And when I woke up there was no sign of you or that anything happened the night before. Everything I said last night was true, Clark. I don't think of you as anything different. I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable just….please…don't go." Her voice cracked and she felt tears in her eyes that she tried to fight back but failed and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Clark turned to face her and all the anger, shock, and hurt that was on his face before disappeared. He walked back over to her and sat slowly down on the couch. He reached out his hand and wiped away the tear. "You've been through a lot lately. I've put a lot of information on you; I don't blame you if you're freaked out or anything."

Chloe shook her head trying to get him to understand, "I'm not freaked out Clark, if anything I'm in shock but not by the fact that you're…" she lowered her voice so her father wouldn't hear… "From another planet." She raised her voice again, "But because of the fact that after all this time, I finally have you."

She placed her hand on top of his and looked into his eyes, "I love you, Clark."

Clark opened his mouth to say something but she placed a finger on his lips, "You don't have to say anything. I know it may be too soon for you. But I just want you to know, that I love you."

Clark smiled and kissed the tip of her finger lightly. Her face lit up at that and she squeezed his hand gently. He shifted his body over and sat close to her wrapping one of his arms around her. She leaned her head against his shoulder and didn't even try to stop the goofy grin that was plastered on her face. She felt Clark kiss the top of her head and she snuggled up closer to him. He was extremely warm. She would have preferred cuddling with Clark than a blanket any day.

Chloe heard the T.V. still going on about aliens and their existence and she reached for the remote. The last thing she wanted was to make Clark upset. She flipped the channel to a basketball game. She felt Clark relax under her. Soon Clark's hand was upon hers that was on the remote and he pressed the power button and the screen turned black. Chloe looked up at him questionably. Clark smiled at her warmly, "I hope you don't mind but I figured we could just enjoy each others presence without the annoyance of a television in the background."

"You read my mind." She muttered as she gazed into his eyes. Clark leaned down and gently met her lips with his. They were at an odd angle so the kiss didn't last long. Chloe rested her head back on his shoulder and felt completely content. "Clark…"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being here for me."

His grip around her tightened just a bit, "If there should be any thanking around here, it should be me thanking you."

"Why?"

"Chloe, one of my biggest fears is that when people find out who I really am, they will look at me differently or even worse hate me. I would be some kind of lab rat for scientists and people in Smallville, you know how they react as soon as they hear the words 'Meteor Freak'. How would they feel about the someone who caused all of that?"

"Clark!" She sat up and looked at him in shock, "Clark, you don't blame yourself for all the meteor infected people in this town do you?"

Clark looked at her with a guilty expression. "It is my fault Chloe…"

"It is not! I never want to hear you say that again! Clark you had no control over it."

He sighed and turned his gaze away from her, "Chloe, I came down with the meteor shower. If it wasn't for me Smallville would be safe and…" He finished off quietly, "Lana's parents would be alive."

Chloe narrowed her eyes a bit, "Clark, it is not your fault that Lana's parents are dead. No one predicted a meteor shower…it was unexpected and her parents just happened to be there…you can't take the blame for an accident Clark. And as for Smallville being safe well…this small town needs a little excitement. Besides, we've got our own superhero to protect us."

He scoffed, "Yea well, how much help could I be when I can't even get near the meteor rocks."

She tilted her head in confusion, "What do you mean?"

He looked back over at her, "The meteor rocks, they're called Kryptonite, and they're my only weakness."

"Whoa…that's weird. Your only weakness is the only thing that's left of your home planet."

Clark nodded, "Yea."

"Hmmm…" She sat there in silence for a few moments and a thought suddenly came to her. She looked up at Clark, "Clark…does the wall of weird upset you?"

Clark looked down at her and smiled slightly, "Not really. I know that a lot of weird things do happen in Smallville and someone needs to keep track of it. Out of anyone I'm glad it's you."

"I'll take it down if you want me to."

"It's fine Chloe, really." He saw the doubtful look on her face, "I promise."

"Well I know why when people get infected with meteor rock they get these strange powers now. I don't really need the wall of weird anymore. The whole underlying cause of that wall was to find the reason why the meteor rocks infected people the way they did."

"But you can't just take it down Chloe; people will wonder why you did. You wouldn't lose interest in something like that. Keep it up, just to keep people from wondering."

"Alright…" she agreed… "But only if you're sure it doesn't make you at all uncomfortable."

"I'm positive. It's only when people mention the word…" He hesitated. Even he hated saying the word… "…alien…that I get uncomfortable."

"Well if anyone ever calls you that, I'll beat them up." She sounded like she was joking but she was serious. Clark chuckled. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, Chloe."

She huphed, "Ok fine Mr. I've- got-super-strength- and-don't-need-anyone's-help…" she looked up and saw Clark staring at her with an amused look on his face. "Stop it!"

"I'm not doing anything!" Clark said while trying to suppress a laugh.

"You're laughing at me…I don't appreciate being laughed at."

"Sorry." She still heard the bit of laughter and amusement in his voice and she closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. Before she even had time to realize it Clark kissed her again. She shifted her body a bit to get into a more comfortable position and ran her fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened.

When they parted it took a moment for them to realize their position. Chloe sat on Clark's lap and his arms surrounded her waist to support her up. She realized that if her dad walked into the room at any given moment it would be very embarrassing. She quickly removed her self from Clark's lap and settled back into the spot she was before. She bit her lip gently. "I could always use your help Chloe."

Chloe realized he was referring to what they were talking about before their kiss fest. "Even my super strength and invulnerability can't prevent emotional pain."

Chloe smiled, "Well that's what a best friend is for."

His mouth was very close to her ear as he said to her, "That's what a girlfriend is for."

The words hit her full on and she froze. Did he just say…?

"Clark…" She whispered as she turned to him slowly, his eyes and face were lit up.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Chloe's jaw dropped. If it wasn't good enough that Clark has feelings for her, he just asked her to be his girlfriend! They would be an official couple! Yes! Yes, Clark Yes! Oh my God, YES! 'Idiot, he can't read your mind, say it out loud!'

"Yes…yes, of course I do!" She threw her arms around his neck and pushed him back onto the couch. She kissed him with all the passion she had in her. Clark returned the kiss and they stayed that way until both could hardly breathe.