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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: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
Part 11
Chloe slumped heavily down onto the bench on her front porch.
Clark had just revealed his secret to her and she was speechless. For the first time in her life Chloe Sullivan, Torch Editor and Investigative Journalist was actually at a loss for words.
Clark would have laughed, had he not been absolutely terrified.
He had just told Chloe everything; from the fact that he wasn't human to the truth that he didn't know what he was other than he had certain powers, to that he had come to Smallville during the meteor shower that Chloe had been obsessing over nearly her entire life.
He had even promised to show her the craft that he had arrived to earth in when she had given him a sceptical look.
Of course, she hadn't believed him at first that was, until Clark had spun around her house once at super speed and then picked up her fathers ford POS.
Chloe's mind was in a state of complete and utter chaos. Her best friend, the man that she was hopelessly in love with, wasn't even a man, technically.
He wasn't human.
And, not only that, but he had come to earth in the very phenomenon that was her entire existence, the only thing that had kept her sane in this small farm town in the middle of nowhere, Kansas.
* Well, * Chloe mused, * that explains A LOT. Like, why he could survive being shot five times in the chest, why he seemed to move faster than the human eye and why he had been present at so many crime scenes…. my god…my best friend is a friggin' super hero…*
For a brief moment, the thought that this was the biggest story of her journalistic career crossed her mind. Along with the knowledge that she wasn't the least bit interested in revealing what she knew to the world.
This was her friend and, although she was angry with him for not telling her the truth sooner, she wasn't about to expose him to that kind of danger and public scrutiny. The human race was a paranoid culture, for which she could duly attest and who knew what it would do with the knowledge that not only wasn't it the only intelligent species in the universe, but it wasn't the only intelligent species on earth.
No, this was not just another meteor story. It wasn't something that was going up on the wall of weird.
This was something else, something special and amazing and very personal.
Clark gazed at Chloe thoughtfully as he wondered what was going through her mind at that moment.
He prayed to whatever deity had looked out for them that afternoon that she wasn't suddenly afraid of him or anything, because God knew that he would never hurt her in any way. Clark didn't know how he would survive if Chloe was afraid of him and cut him out of her life.
Chloe eventually came back to herself and turned towards Clark, who looked like a scared, lost little boy.
* God he's beautiful *
That thought suddenly popped into Chloe's mind as she watched Clark squirm in the emerging moonlight and she smiled.
Chloe could see the fear written across his features, she always had been able to read him like a book, and this time was no different. He needed reassurance and her sitting there saying nothing was definitely not helping the situation.
Chloe slowly lifted her hand towards her friend as she spoke softly, "Come here, Clark."
Clark moved wordless to her side and sat beside her where she patted the wooden bench.
Chloe smiled reassuringly at him and Clark felt the fist that had enclosed itself around his chest ease a little.
"So, my best friend is a real live super hero, huh?"
Clark laughed nervously at Chloe's statement.
"No…just a guy who tries to help when he can."
Chloe shook her head in amusement.
The two sat silently for a moment just enjoying being in one another's company.
Suddenly, Chloe remembered something that Clark had said to her earlier and asked in a hushed, but gentle, tone
"What were you afraid of, Clark?"
Clark turned to Chloe and met her eyes, "Afraid?"
"Yeah, earlier you said that you were afraid of telling me the truth…why were you afraid?"
Clark pondered the question for a moment as he searched for the best way to answer it and Chloe waited patiently.
"I thought that you would be afraid of me, of what I was…I thought that because I wasn't human, that it would change us…our friendship. I though that I would end up on the wall of weird."
Chloe shook her head, " I'm not afraid of you, Clark. I never was…I was angry…but never afraid. And as for the wall of weird…you don't belong there, you never have and you never will."
Clark searched her eyes for the truth behind her words and found immense comfort in the truth and love he found there.
Why was it that he had been so afraid of telling Chloe the truth? He should have known that with her courage and strength that she wouldn't have been afraid of him. He should have trusted her more.
A part of Chloe was hurt that Clark had thought that she would put him on the wall of weird…he thought…* he thought that you were an investigative reporter who searches for the truth, finds it and then divulges it to the world * her nagging inner voice told her.
Which, of course, was true. Not that she was ashamed of her passion for journalism and the truth, but she did feel shame at the knowledge that passion had alienated her friend.
Clark suddenly spoke up, "Still friends?"
Chloe frowned before she knocked him upside the head.
Clark gave her an indignant look. "What…"
"That was for thinking that just because you are an alien from another planet who has been pretending to be a corn fed Kansas boy that it would change the fact that you are my best friend and I love you."
A brilliant smile lit up Clarks face as a weight was lifted from his shoulders at his friends quip and candour.
"You know that I'll never be normal." It was more of a statement than a question.
Chloe smiled and turned back out to the stars beyond, "Normal…you know the funny thing normal, Clark? The truth…is that there is no such thing."
Clark nodded as Chloe continued, "And…quite frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way."
They turned to one another again, they eyes locking together in an intense gaze, before returning the vista before them.
They didn't known what would happen next. All that they knew was they had each other; and that was enough.
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: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
Part 11
Chloe slumped heavily down onto the bench on her front porch.
Clark had just revealed his secret to her and she was speechless. For the first time in her life Chloe Sullivan, Torch Editor and Investigative Journalist was actually at a loss for words.
Clark would have laughed, had he not been absolutely terrified.
He had just told Chloe everything; from the fact that he wasn't human to the truth that he didn't know what he was other than he had certain powers, to that he had come to Smallville during the meteor shower that Chloe had been obsessing over nearly her entire life.
He had even promised to show her the craft that he had arrived to earth in when she had given him a sceptical look.
Of course, she hadn't believed him at first that was, until Clark had spun around her house once at super speed and then picked up her fathers ford POS.
Chloe's mind was in a state of complete and utter chaos. Her best friend, the man that she was hopelessly in love with, wasn't even a man, technically.
He wasn't human.
And, not only that, but he had come to earth in the very phenomenon that was her entire existence, the only thing that had kept her sane in this small farm town in the middle of nowhere, Kansas.
* Well, * Chloe mused, * that explains A LOT. Like, why he could survive being shot five times in the chest, why he seemed to move faster than the human eye and why he had been present at so many crime scenes…. my god…my best friend is a friggin' super hero…*
For a brief moment, the thought that this was the biggest story of her journalistic career crossed her mind. Along with the knowledge that she wasn't the least bit interested in revealing what she knew to the world.
This was her friend and, although she was angry with him for not telling her the truth sooner, she wasn't about to expose him to that kind of danger and public scrutiny. The human race was a paranoid culture, for which she could duly attest and who knew what it would do with the knowledge that not only wasn't it the only intelligent species in the universe, but it wasn't the only intelligent species on earth.
No, this was not just another meteor story. It wasn't something that was going up on the wall of weird.
This was something else, something special and amazing and very personal.
Clark gazed at Chloe thoughtfully as he wondered what was going through her mind at that moment.
He prayed to whatever deity had looked out for them that afternoon that she wasn't suddenly afraid of him or anything, because God knew that he would never hurt her in any way. Clark didn't know how he would survive if Chloe was afraid of him and cut him out of her life.
Chloe eventually came back to herself and turned towards Clark, who looked like a scared, lost little boy.
* God he's beautiful *
That thought suddenly popped into Chloe's mind as she watched Clark squirm in the emerging moonlight and she smiled.
Chloe could see the fear written across his features, she always had been able to read him like a book, and this time was no different. He needed reassurance and her sitting there saying nothing was definitely not helping the situation.
Chloe slowly lifted her hand towards her friend as she spoke softly, "Come here, Clark."
Clark moved wordless to her side and sat beside her where she patted the wooden bench.
Chloe smiled reassuringly at him and Clark felt the fist that had enclosed itself around his chest ease a little.
"So, my best friend is a real live super hero, huh?"
Clark laughed nervously at Chloe's statement.
"No…just a guy who tries to help when he can."
Chloe shook her head in amusement.
The two sat silently for a moment just enjoying being in one another's company.
Suddenly, Chloe remembered something that Clark had said to her earlier and asked in a hushed, but gentle, tone
"What were you afraid of, Clark?"
Clark turned to Chloe and met her eyes, "Afraid?"
"Yeah, earlier you said that you were afraid of telling me the truth…why were you afraid?"
Clark pondered the question for a moment as he searched for the best way to answer it and Chloe waited patiently.
"I thought that you would be afraid of me, of what I was…I thought that because I wasn't human, that it would change us…our friendship. I though that I would end up on the wall of weird."
Chloe shook her head, " I'm not afraid of you, Clark. I never was…I was angry…but never afraid. And as for the wall of weird…you don't belong there, you never have and you never will."
Clark searched her eyes for the truth behind her words and found immense comfort in the truth and love he found there.
Why was it that he had been so afraid of telling Chloe the truth? He should have known that with her courage and strength that she wouldn't have been afraid of him. He should have trusted her more.
A part of Chloe was hurt that Clark had thought that she would put him on the wall of weird…he thought…* he thought that you were an investigative reporter who searches for the truth, finds it and then divulges it to the world * her nagging inner voice told her.
Which, of course, was true. Not that she was ashamed of her passion for journalism and the truth, but she did feel shame at the knowledge that passion had alienated her friend.
Clark suddenly spoke up, "Still friends?"
Chloe frowned before she knocked him upside the head.
Clark gave her an indignant look. "What…"
"That was for thinking that just because you are an alien from another planet who has been pretending to be a corn fed Kansas boy that it would change the fact that you are my best friend and I love you."
A brilliant smile lit up Clarks face as a weight was lifted from his shoulders at his friends quip and candour.
"You know that I'll never be normal." It was more of a statement than a question.
Chloe smiled and turned back out to the stars beyond, "Normal…you know the funny thing normal, Clark? The truth…is that there is no such thing."
Clark nodded as Chloe continued, "And…quite frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way."
They turned to one another again, they eyes locking together in an intense gaze, before returning the vista before them.
They didn't known what would happen next. All that they knew was they had each other; and that was enough.