"You keep me informed. Alright. I love you too." Chloe said as she hung up the cell phone. She opened her laptop and begin to open some files. She knew that something seemed strange about the mission that Bruce and Oliver were going on. But Bruce once again told her to play watchtower. He wasn't ready to let his cat out of the bag yet.
"Busy." Clark said as he entered the study. He knew Bruce had left in his limo earlier and he had somethings that he wanted to talk about.
She closed the file she had been reading and leaned back into her chair. "Not when it comes to you." She smiled.
Clark took the wooden chair from the wall and placed it next to Chloe. "I've never been one to say it like it is. But here it goes."
Chloe was intrigued she'd never seen that look apon Clarks face before. The look of hurt and worry all at one time. She leaned into the desk resting her head on her fist. "Clark,…"
"Do you love him?"
"If by him you mean Bruce. Yeah of course." She couldn't believe that Clark would ask such a question.
He licked the bottom of his lip. "Bruce said something to me ealier about how much you mean to him and how he doesn't take you for granted. I know that I have, Chloe and I'm sorry. I know that all those times I was with Lana I took for granted that you would be there waiting in the wind for me if things didn't work out with me and Lana. And they didn't."
"So you came here looking for me." Chloe stood up and walked over to the window. "Your puppet on a string."
He walked over to her turning her to him. "Chloe,… I've always loved you. Always." What was he saying he thought to himself. Chloe was happy and in love and he was telling her that he loved her. Bringing back all the hurt all the drama he casted over her high school life. There in her eyes was that look again. The look of pain and fear that she had when she was in Smallville. The look that Bruce helped to cure. "I just thought you should know that it's my loss. And I have to live with that. But I'll be the one who wished I stayed at the dance. That I kissed your lips first. That I touched your skin and kissed away each rain drop."
"Clark,…" Chloe's cell phone rung. She paused a minute before picking it up. "Hello, What?… What do you mean you lost him?… Oliver, if anything has happened to him…. I'm on my way… Don't tell me I can't come…. He's my husband." She closed the phone as tears swelled up in her eyes.
"What's wrong."
"Oliver said that someone caught Bruce. They don't know who are where. He was right behind them, then there was some kind of smoke and Bruce was gone." She breaks down. "Clark we have to find him. He's my life. My destiny."
Clark cradled her as he always did when she was crying. He could see that Chloe and Bruce were ment to be together and he would help her find him. Even though his heart was breaking that Chloe had found the perfect person for her and for a change it wasn't him.
