Author: Lightstar Angel
Email: AngelGrl83@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own Clark, Chloe or any other character from "Smallville". They belong to the WB, DC Comics…etc. Please don't sue me!
Spoilers: Kinetic
Summary: A short piece about Clark's thoughts on Chloe's fall from Kinetic.
Feedback: Constructive criticism and plain old gushing would be great J
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to Kat for beta-ing my fic. You rock girly!
Chapter 1 – Overnight"Ok, let me just get my bag." Chloe
said. It was the last thing she said before…
"What's going on?" I heard myself say,
looking at two duffle bags in front of Lex's desk. They weren't there a minute
ago.
Before I had a chance to turn and ask
Chloe what she thought, an arm, coming out of thin air grabbed me around the
neck and started to choke me, while another made sure I couldn't get away.
I was in so much pain. Throbbing
pains shot up and down my back, but that was quickly replaced
by the excruciating
feeling in my arms; like
my blood wanted to explode from my veins.
I should've been able to take these two out easily,
but one look at my skin, veins bulging and twisting, I knew meteor rocks had
to be nearby. But where? I didn't have time to figure it out;
I had to get us out of here. Oh my God, Chloe!
"Chloe…run!" I stammered.
She was a smart girl and she quickly did what I said and ran out of the room,
while I struggled to get out of hold these two goons had on me. I faintly
heard the groans of pain from the third guy…the one that was in the hallway
where Chloe had just ran into. My eyes widened
as I saw Chloe back up, then grabbed by the arms and I surged forward trying
to reach her before something happened. I paled as I saw my best friend thrown
through the window. I was then on the receiving end of a punch in the gut,
which hurt like hell because the meteor rocks were weakening me little by
little.
"CLARK!" Chloe screamed from outside, her
voice full of fear and desperation for my help. I had to get to her! I got
to my feet, albeit I was bending over from the force of the blow, and then
they were gone. Into thin air. I looked around to
see where they had disappeared to and then I heard the most terrifying sound
of my life.
Chloe's piercing scream and then…nothing.
I scrambled to the window with all
the strength I had and forced myself to looked down.
"CHLOE!!" I screamed out in helplessness.
Tears threatened to escape from my eyes as I stared down at the broken form
of the person who meant as much to me as my parents. 'She's…oh God…she's d-dea—
I couldn't even bring myself to say what I thought was true.
I was about to sprint down but then
something short of a miracle happened. Chloe's eyes snapped open and her head
turned with a slow, sickening crack to face up, looking straight at me. But,
something was wrong with her eyes. Her stare was vacant, her eyes missing
their normal sparkle. What she said next tore at my heart, because I knew
it was true.
"You let me fall,
Clark. This is your fault. Why didn't you save me, Clark?"
My eyes widened and I
said, "I'm sorry Chloe. I
couldn't reach you. I'm sorry. "
My tears finally ran
down my face as I looked on. I wiped at my eyes and when I was done Chloe
was as lifeless as she was before she spoke, but her words kept echoing in
my mind.
"Your fault…your fault…your fault…"
"No!" I gasped, waking with a forceful start and sitting straight
up in the uncomfortable plastic chair in Chloe's hospital room. I rubbed the
bridge of my nose and rubbing my eyes. This was the fourth time
I've had the same nightmare since Chloe was admitted.
"It is my fault, though. I should've saved you, Chloe. What good are these 'gifts' if I can't even save the people I love?" I questioned. The only response was silence.
"Well, I'm not going
to get any more sleep tonight, I know what I'll be dreaming if I do." I
thought to myself, rising out of the chair and walking over to Chloe's bed,
sitting on the edge and trying not to disturb her.
"You have to be ok, Chlo. I need you to stay here with me.
You can't leave…" I started, getting more emotional with every word I spoke.
I wanted…no, I needed to avoid that nagging thought that was in the back of my mind.
The thought that Chloe might not make it out of this alive.
"Who would run the Torch? No one else can do it but you,
Chloe. I see it in your green eyes that sparkle every time your 'baby' is
mentioned. You're the best there is, and you'll
go on and be the star investigative reporter for the Daily Planet. And I can
be your trusty research person. The two of us against the world…" I went on,
trying to coax the feisty girl to wake up.
I took her hand and stroked it, thinking that maybe if she
felt my love for her, she would just wake up and give me that wide grin, the
one that always made my day better. When
a bad chapter of the Lana Chronicles ended, she would
tease me mercilessly about it. The longer I thought about it,
the more I realized how many times Chloe had helped me out. Whether it was
about Lana, Lex or
even just some random thing happening at home, she always dropped everything
to help me.
"And what did I do to say 'Thank you'? I let you fall.
I let this happen to you, and it's
not the first time I've let you down." Sighing, I released Chloe's hand, gently placing
it back by her side and rose from the bed. I walked to the window and gazed
out at the moon.
I came from somewhere up there…into
the lives of my parents, Chloe, Pete, Lex…and everyone else in Smallville.
I've had to hide my special 'gifts' and lie to the people I care about the
most. What good is lying? All its been doing is cause
pain. Why was I sent here? Cassandra said that I could fear the future...or
I can embrace it. I've tried embracing it, and its
gotten one of my friends laying unconscious because I didn't do
my 'job', which is helping people. Maybe it's really
not meant to be if this could be the result.
Suddenly the
beeping from the machine monitoring Chloe's heart beat quickened,
and a nurse rushed in to see what was going on. I shot up out of my seat and
tried to go near the bed, but the nurse told me to stay back as she had to
see what was wrong with Chloe.
Oh God…please don't take her…there's
too much she needs to do here…too many people who need her…I need her.
I was scared
out of my mind. I thought that I'd never see those
green eyes gazing at me ever again.
"She's stabilized
now. Just don't speak too loudly, all right?
We have other patients nearby." she
said, smiling at me.
I nodded slowly and proceeded to drag my chair closer to Chloe's bed. This might be my fault, but I'm not leaving her side tonight. She needs me just as much as I need her.