Title: The Truth About Normal
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...
Disclaimer: We all know the show Smallville and it's characters aren't mine...although I wish Clark and Lex were....and, so please don't sue me....I'm just borrowing them for a little while...
Note: If you want to post this story on your site please ask me first.
Prologue
Clark Kent sat in the office of the Torch, his eyes fixed on a spot far off in the distance, past the pealing paint on the wall in front of him. Past the wood and pink insulation, past the tree outside, around an old Chevy with rusted blue paint and a flat tire and past the students milling around the school under the noonday sun. His gaze finally came to rest on a lone figure gesturing wildly into the air, her golden tresses dancing in the breeze, her eyes burning with inner fire as she argued with someone Clark didn't recognize, not that it mattered; they weren't who he was interested in. As he continued to watch his best friend debate animatedly with the man a smile graced his features. That was his Chloe, always passionate and ready for a fight. That was one of the things that he loved most about her, she never gave up, she was a spitfire; one of the fieriest creature that he had ever met. She was always searching for the hidden truths of the universe, more specifically, the truths of a small Kansas town with meteor induced paranormal activity. Chloe was the best investigative reporter he knew, a glance at her impressive wall of weird was enough to confirm that. Clark looked over the articles displayed in a supernatural collage, and was reminded of a time when he had thought that, were his friend to ever discover his secret, that he would end up on that wall. That thought had always disturbed him and made him feel more and more alone and alien. Clark shook his head, throwing his dark locks into disarray as he chided himself. How ridiculous he had been back then, terrified of his friend discovering who he was, what he was capable of, he had thought that he would just become another meteor story, something to be investigated, studied, dissected and reported to the world. How foolish he had been.
As if she could feel his gaze on her through the brick and metal, Chloe stopped her arguing for a moment and slowly turned her head in Clark's direction. She stared straight at him and a brilliant smile lit up her features, as their gaze seemed to lock. An answering smile lit Clark's face just before Chloe returned her gaze to the man in front of her. Clark shook his head in amazement, he still wasn't sure how it was that she did that, but it never failed to blow him away. He thanked whatever power existed for bringing her into his life and finding a way to share his secret. As he continued to gaze at her, Clark's mind wandered back to the day that Chloe had finally discovered the truth about him and without a meteor rock in sight.
Note: Iner dialogue is encased by *.
Part 1 -
It had been a regular Saturday afternoon in Smallville, Kansas as Chloe Sullivan and her best friend Clark Kent walked along the main drag of the town. The two friends were engaged in a heated discussion and Chloe sighed and shook her head at something Clark had said.
"Clark Kent, you're naïveté and determination to make every person basically good is mind boggling. I swear to god if you get any more 'dark cloud and silver lining' on me I am going to start calling you Pollyanna."
Clark frowned down at the girl next to him, "Chloe…"
Chloe raised her hand to stop his next statement, "I'm serious here Clark. Principle Kwan is evil, a creature for the dark force sent to earth to destroy me. Torturing me with endless "school policies" until I finally go insane, and then all that will be left of my pursuits is an article on the paranormal mystery of Mr. Lawson's talking cow Matilda!"
Clark snorted and starting laughing at Chloe's dramatics.
Chloe stopped in her tracks as her best friends laughter reached her ears and narrowed her eyes and sent him what Pete had dubbed the "Sullivan Death Ray".
"That's right, yuck it up, Kent. Cause the paper is only the single most important thing in my life!" *Besides you*, Chloe thought to herself, as she turned her back on Clark and stalked away.
Clark sighed in frustration and called out to her as he ran to catch up with his friend, "Chloe! Chloe, hang on a second…" *Damnit! Way to go Kent. Brilliant move, as usual.*
"Chloe!!! Damnit, Chloe…" Clark caught up to his friend easily, grabbed her arms and swung her around to face him.
Chloe's eyes flashed and her jaw clenched as she came face to face with the man who occupied her every fantasy and the man with the power to break her heart into a million pieces.
She didn't know why she was so angry with him, the paper just meant so much to her and so did he and sometimes…it was just so hard trying to pretend that the snide remarks about her paper didn't hurt or that Clark's obsessions with perfect little Miss Lang didn't kill her a little more everyday.
The hurt she felt was pushed aside and replaced with anger, anger she could handle, the other… that was something best left for introspection later when she was alone in the privacy of her room.
Clark saw her protective walls go up and winced as he realized that he had hurt Chloe.
"Did you want something?!? Cause in case you've forgotten I have an interview to conduct in five minutes." Chloe bit out when Clark continued to stare at her without saying anything.
"I'm sorry, Chloe…" Clark began, but was cut off with a "Whatever", from Chloe.
When she made to move from his grip, Clark held her tighter and searched out her gaze.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Chloe…I know how important the Torch is to you. I'm sorry…you know how good I am at this…I never wanted to hurt you…I'm so sorry…"
Chloe met Clark's pleading gaze and found herself drowning in their depths. She could see how sorry he was and she knew that he hadn't meant to hurt her. He was a sensitive, loving and caring man and because he was, Chloe sometimes forgot that he was still a guy…and he wasn't perfect. No matter how perfectly he fit into the snug shirt he was wearing at the moment. *BAD Chloe, you're supposed to be annoyed, not enamoured with the man. Damn the man for being so adorable sexy and irresistible. Not even the suave Lex Luther can compete with the puppy dog eyes of one Mr. Clark Kent.* It just wasn't fair how much power he had over her.
During her reverie, the object of her thoughts had continued apologizing; taking her silence as a sign that she was really upset with him. Chloe briefly considered letting his grovelling go on indefinitely and considered the possibilities of having Clark doing anything to make it up to her, but then she saw the almost broken look on his face and all of those thoughts were thrown right out the window.
Chloe raised a hand to silence her friend as she allowed a small smile to cover her face. "Now, really, how is a girl supposed to stay mad at a face like that?"
Clark smiled at Chloe's statement, and felt a lightening of his spirit as he realized that she wasn't as mad as he had thought. Then he felt his cheeks redden slightly as her complement registered.
Chloe rolled her eyes at the blush on her friend, but inwardly she was touched by the innocence that he often displayed.
"I'm the one who should be sorry. I guess I've just been hypersensitive when it comes to the Torch lately, you know…after the whole "Lana became Editor" fiasco. I didn't mean to snap at you like that Clark…you didn't deserve it."
Chloe averted her gaze for a moment and that was when their surroundings finally registered, they had reached their destination, the Smallville Savings and Loans.
"Look, what do you say we forget about this whole drama and interrogate the hell out of the Smallville savings and loan manager?"
Clark smiled and nodded his head as he replied, "Lead the way, my lady."
Chloe grinned as Clark opened the door to the building and she stepped inside.
end part 1
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...
Disclaimer: We all know the show Smallville and it's characters aren't mine...although I wish Clark and Lex were....and, so please don't sue me....I'm just borrowing them for a little while...
Note: If you want to post this story on your site please ask me first.
Prologue
Clark Kent sat in the office of the Torch, his eyes fixed on a spot far off in the distance, past the pealing paint on the wall in front of him. Past the wood and pink insulation, past the tree outside, around an old Chevy with rusted blue paint and a flat tire and past the students milling around the school under the noonday sun. His gaze finally came to rest on a lone figure gesturing wildly into the air, her golden tresses dancing in the breeze, her eyes burning with inner fire as she argued with someone Clark didn't recognize, not that it mattered; they weren't who he was interested in. As he continued to watch his best friend debate animatedly with the man a smile graced his features. That was his Chloe, always passionate and ready for a fight. That was one of the things that he loved most about her, she never gave up, she was a spitfire; one of the fieriest creature that he had ever met. She was always searching for the hidden truths of the universe, more specifically, the truths of a small Kansas town with meteor induced paranormal activity. Chloe was the best investigative reporter he knew, a glance at her impressive wall of weird was enough to confirm that. Clark looked over the articles displayed in a supernatural collage, and was reminded of a time when he had thought that, were his friend to ever discover his secret, that he would end up on that wall. That thought had always disturbed him and made him feel more and more alone and alien. Clark shook his head, throwing his dark locks into disarray as he chided himself. How ridiculous he had been back then, terrified of his friend discovering who he was, what he was capable of, he had thought that he would just become another meteor story, something to be investigated, studied, dissected and reported to the world. How foolish he had been.
As if she could feel his gaze on her through the brick and metal, Chloe stopped her arguing for a moment and slowly turned her head in Clark's direction. She stared straight at him and a brilliant smile lit up her features, as their gaze seemed to lock. An answering smile lit Clark's face just before Chloe returned her gaze to the man in front of her. Clark shook his head in amazement, he still wasn't sure how it was that she did that, but it never failed to blow him away. He thanked whatever power existed for bringing her into his life and finding a way to share his secret. As he continued to gaze at her, Clark's mind wandered back to the day that Chloe had finally discovered the truth about him and without a meteor rock in sight.
Note: Iner dialogue is encased by *.
Part 1 -
It had been a regular Saturday afternoon in Smallville, Kansas as Chloe Sullivan and her best friend Clark Kent walked along the main drag of the town. The two friends were engaged in a heated discussion and Chloe sighed and shook her head at something Clark had said.
"Clark Kent, you're naïveté and determination to make every person basically good is mind boggling. I swear to god if you get any more 'dark cloud and silver lining' on me I am going to start calling you Pollyanna."
Clark frowned down at the girl next to him, "Chloe…"
Chloe raised her hand to stop his next statement, "I'm serious here Clark. Principle Kwan is evil, a creature for the dark force sent to earth to destroy me. Torturing me with endless "school policies" until I finally go insane, and then all that will be left of my pursuits is an article on the paranormal mystery of Mr. Lawson's talking cow Matilda!"
Clark snorted and starting laughing at Chloe's dramatics.
Chloe stopped in her tracks as her best friends laughter reached her ears and narrowed her eyes and sent him what Pete had dubbed the "Sullivan Death Ray".
"That's right, yuck it up, Kent. Cause the paper is only the single most important thing in my life!" *Besides you*, Chloe thought to herself, as she turned her back on Clark and stalked away.
Clark sighed in frustration and called out to her as he ran to catch up with his friend, "Chloe! Chloe, hang on a second…" *Damnit! Way to go Kent. Brilliant move, as usual.*
"Chloe!!! Damnit, Chloe…" Clark caught up to his friend easily, grabbed her arms and swung her around to face him.
Chloe's eyes flashed and her jaw clenched as she came face to face with the man who occupied her every fantasy and the man with the power to break her heart into a million pieces.
She didn't know why she was so angry with him, the paper just meant so much to her and so did he and sometimes…it was just so hard trying to pretend that the snide remarks about her paper didn't hurt or that Clark's obsessions with perfect little Miss Lang didn't kill her a little more everyday.
The hurt she felt was pushed aside and replaced with anger, anger she could handle, the other… that was something best left for introspection later when she was alone in the privacy of her room.
Clark saw her protective walls go up and winced as he realized that he had hurt Chloe.
"Did you want something?!? Cause in case you've forgotten I have an interview to conduct in five minutes." Chloe bit out when Clark continued to stare at her without saying anything.
"I'm sorry, Chloe…" Clark began, but was cut off with a "Whatever", from Chloe.
When she made to move from his grip, Clark held her tighter and searched out her gaze.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Chloe…I know how important the Torch is to you. I'm sorry…you know how good I am at this…I never wanted to hurt you…I'm so sorry…"
Chloe met Clark's pleading gaze and found herself drowning in their depths. She could see how sorry he was and she knew that he hadn't meant to hurt her. He was a sensitive, loving and caring man and because he was, Chloe sometimes forgot that he was still a guy…and he wasn't perfect. No matter how perfectly he fit into the snug shirt he was wearing at the moment. *BAD Chloe, you're supposed to be annoyed, not enamoured with the man. Damn the man for being so adorable sexy and irresistible. Not even the suave Lex Luther can compete with the puppy dog eyes of one Mr. Clark Kent.* It just wasn't fair how much power he had over her.
During her reverie, the object of her thoughts had continued apologizing; taking her silence as a sign that she was really upset with him. Chloe briefly considered letting his grovelling go on indefinitely and considered the possibilities of having Clark doing anything to make it up to her, but then she saw the almost broken look on his face and all of those thoughts were thrown right out the window.
Chloe raised a hand to silence her friend as she allowed a small smile to cover her face. "Now, really, how is a girl supposed to stay mad at a face like that?"
Clark smiled at Chloe's statement, and felt a lightening of his spirit as he realized that she wasn't as mad as he had thought. Then he felt his cheeks redden slightly as her complement registered.
Chloe rolled her eyes at the blush on her friend, but inwardly she was touched by the innocence that he often displayed.
"I'm the one who should be sorry. I guess I've just been hypersensitive when it comes to the Torch lately, you know…after the whole "Lana became Editor" fiasco. I didn't mean to snap at you like that Clark…you didn't deserve it."
Chloe averted her gaze for a moment and that was when their surroundings finally registered, they had reached their destination, the Smallville Savings and Loans.
"Look, what do you say we forget about this whole drama and interrogate the hell out of the Smallville savings and loan manager?"
Clark smiled and nodded his head as he replied, "Lead the way, my lady."
Chloe grinned as Clark opened the door to the building and she stepped inside.
end part 1