Subject: Smallville, Clark-Chloe…sort of

Disclaimer: Nope I don't own them no offense or copy-right legal stuff intended

Time-Line/Spoilers: During/Post Obscura…kind of a re-arrangement/rewrite of some events and what happened after. And Just for Clarification I am messing with the timetable for Tempest and pretty much washing out most of the plotline for it..

Rating: PG-13 I guess…mostly for language, and maybe the action sequences.

Note from ME to the READER: Reviews are appreciated and may help me decide which direction to go with this thing While this is a C/C get together type of thing and I am a SERIOUSLY Rabid fan of that relationship There IS a plot going outside that. Kinda follows the episode's "Freak of the Weak" idea……with a twist. SO bear with me in the beginning while I introduce a new Character



….Late After School…..

….Torch Office…..



"Finally!" said Chloe as Steve and Clark came through the Torch's office with Talon coffee to go in their hands. "You guys come over here and check this out."

Steve looked at Clark, who shrugged, typical Chloe no pre-amble or hello just right down to business.

"What is it?" asked Clark as the two boys came around to stand behind her computer. "By the way you're welcome." He added setting down her coffee.

"Thanks," she smiled up at him. "Well when Clark told me last night that the JV football guys had seen some kind of a new power drink and like a week later he was lifting all that weight I got to wondering what it was. Steve did they mention anything about the drink itself?"

"Only that it was green," said Steve "Like that lemon-lime Gatorade stuff. Also he wouldn't let any of them near it."

"Is that it?"

"Well actually one of them said it looked really thick, almost like a milkshake," said Steve. "What are you getting at? You really think he's drinking something that makes him stronger?"

"Actually yes I do," Chloe replied as she punched up an old article on her screen. "The Howard's house is near a meteor hit. I called his mother and asked where it hit and she said it actually took out part of the well they had in their backyard. They got a new one made but the other is still there. What is Tom is getting water out of that old well and it is laced with those meteor rock dust or something?"

"It wouldn't be the strangest thing," agreed Clark. "I can't believe that stuff would be good for him though."

"It probably isn't," agreed Chloe. "But if it helps he keep up with the team and gets his Dad off his back then he might just be drinking it anyways."

"So what do you suggest we do?" asked Steve, but Clark new even before she said it.

"We break into his gym locker and see if he left any in there," said Chloe, grabbing her jacket and her camera and racing toward the door before either of the boys could stop her or make any kind of comment.

Clark sighed loudly.

"Boy you said it," agreed Steve. "Come on we'd better catch up with her."

"Right," said Clark as they both raced after Chloe.

The two boys caught up with her as she reached the hallway leading to the boys locker room. Clark grabbed her just as she was about to rush right around a rack of sports equipment and charge right in.

"Uh Chloe, guys locker room remember," he said.

"Oh yeah right," Chloe somewhat embarrassed. Racing down the empty hallways in hot pursuit of a story she hadn't really thought about it that way. "Guess you guys better go."

"Wait a second," said Clark. "How are we supposed to get into his locker. I know most people don't lock theirs but Tom probably did." Clark could open a locked locker of course, but they didn't know that.

"Blast Clark," growled Chloe. "Why are you always so practical?"

"One of us has to be," replied Clark with a grin.

"One of us should at least check it out," said Chloe. "We might get lucky."

"I'll go," said Steve, when Clark seemed to hesitate. "Two of us might get somebody's attention. You guys watch the hallways." Clark nodded somewhat relieved not to have go near the meteor fragments that might be in there.

Steve manufactured a straight before opening the door. Chloe and Clark waited impatiently outside the door for several minutes.

"I'm gonna go check around the corner," said Clark. Chloe nodded and he trotted off to check the hallway that was roughly fifteen feet down from the door. Just as he reached it Steve came out of the door with a plastic bottle.

"Bingo," Steve said excitedly. Showing the bottle to Chloe. It was half full of a thick green liquid. "Hey where's Clark?" They both turned at a sudden groan from down the hallway

"Clark?" yelled Chloe and Steve spun to see Clark being forced into a half kneeling on the ground with the shorter Thomas Howard's arm around his throat.

"Give me the bottle," said Thomas his voice frighteningly devoid of emotion. "Or I'll snap his neck."

"God" said Steve quietly. "Look at his eyes… He nuts."

Chloe could see it too, the madness behind the green haze that covered his eyes. "What are we gonna do?" she said urgently. Clark looked like had already passed out from lack of oxygen. His eyes were open but they looked cloudy. Beside her Steve took a deep breath.

"I'll distract him," said Steve his eye intent on Thomas's arm. "You grab Clark."

"How…" Chloe started and blinked in utter astonishment as Steve suddenly vanished into a multi colored blur.

Steve crossed the fifteen feet between himself and Clark in less than a second. Grabbing Thomas's arm as soon as he reached them. Part of him noticing that Clark's skin was rippling everywhere he could see it. Using his momentum and speeded up reflexes he drew the arm away from Clark's throat before Thomas could react and flung the boy as far down the hallway as he could.

"Chloe come on!" he shouted placing himself between Clark and Thomas, the latter of who was struggling to his feet.

Chloe raced up and grabbed Clark "Steve how…"

"Later!" he barked, turning back to the now advancing Thomas. "Get him out of here and get help." Steve moved again, blurring as he activated his speed. Tripping Thomas as he ran by him. Thomas regained his feet and watched Steve warily.

Chloe dragged Clark down the hall as fast as she could manage. He was coming around as he got some distance between himself and Thomas, but he could still feel the pain flowing through his body.

"Clark?" Chloe said worriedly his eyes were open but she was pretty sure he wasn't seeing her. "Come on wake up please." Clark groaned much to Chloe's relief but she saw that he would be unable to help her.

"Chloe?" Clark croaked. "Steve.."

"He's…" she didn't finish

"What's the matter nothing left?" she heard Thomas say.

Rushing back to the hallway she saw Thomas standing between her and Steve he was watching his opponent warily. She saw him blur momentarily as his speed increased, then almost like a stutter he stopped and started moving again. In the brief moment second he was visible clearly she saw his hand on his head. His second burst of speed had no control and he slammed into one of the lockers lining the hallway.

Chloe looked around desperately for something to help her, then she saw it and ran back toward Clark.

Steve felt the wave of dizziness just as he moved to go around Thomas. The next thing he felt was the metal of the locker slamming into the side of his head.

"Ackk," he said as Thomas grabbed him by the throat and hefted him up off the ground. Steve could feel the iron grip of his assailant tighten as his the last of his breath vanished he began to see black spots forming in is vision…

CCRRACCK!

Suddenly the pressure was gone and Steve was laying on the floor gasping for air. Drawing in great gulps of air despite the pain to his sore windpipe. He looked up to find Chloe standing over Thomas's inert form. One of the high school's baseball bats from equipment rack outside the locker room in her hand.

"You all right?" asked Chloe her voice shaking only slightly as she lowered the bat and Steve struggled to his feet.

He nodded uncertain if he could speak. We moved forward and checked Thomas's pulse.

"Is he?…." she trailed off unable to say it.

"No," Steve croaked as he felt a steady beat on Thomas's throat. "He's just out cold. Let's hope he stays there."

Chloe nodded. "Clark," she said before turning and rushing down around the corner to where left Clark propped up against the wall.

Steve left Thomas where he lay and followed Chloe. By the time he got around the corner Clark was almost to his feet, leaning heavily on his friend. "How ya feeling?" he asked.

"I've been better," admitted Clark. The effects of the meter rocks in Thomas's body and the half empty bottle on the floor were still making him feel very sick.

"Yeah me too," said Steve feeling his head where he had slammed into the lockers. "Chloe get you cell phone and lets call the police before that guys wakes up."

Chloe nodded and reached to her waist for the phone. "This ought to be interesting."