Started and Finished: September 28, 2002
Last Ep Seen Before Writing: Vortex
Disclaimer: ::huge sigh:: Not mine, but I plan on buying them. ;)
Valentine
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by 2 things: talking to MerRhea about You've Got Mail, and reading Sully Vann/Lauren's fic Permanent.
Chapter 1
Walking out to her car Chloe smiled. Under the windshield wiper was a red rose with a note attached. It was the third day this week she had gotten a rose on her car, not to mention the ones in her locker.
Chloe picked it up, holding it with the day's 'locker-rose' as she called it. The note read:
Chloe,
Yet another rose for a beautiful woman.
--Your Secret Admirer
Chloe pocketed the note, sniffed the rose, then climbed into the car. When she got home she slipped the two new roses into the vase on her bedside table. The vase was getting full. It now held two roses from Monday, two from Tuesday, and two from today. She carefully put the two new notes into the wooden keepsake box with the others, and set the box next to the vase.
Chloe made her way into the living room and sat on the couch, wedging herself between her mom and dad.
"More roses, Chlo?" Mr. Sullivan asked, putting an arm around his daughter.
Chloe nodded. "I just wish I knew who was sending them to me," Chloe replied, leaning into her father.
"Are you sure you don't know who it is? What about Clark?" Mrs. Sullivan asked.
"In my dreams, Mom," Chloe said, rolling her eyes. "Clark and I have moved on."
"Correction, dear. You have moved on. What about Clark? Maybe he hasn't," Mrs. Sullivan suggested.
"Yes, you're quite the little vixen" Mr. Sullivan said with a grin.
"That's me, Dad. Smallville's own Lolita," Chloe said with a laugh.
"I think he loves you. I can see it in his eyes," Mrs. Sullivan pointed out.
Chloe raised her right hand. "I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate Clark."
Mr. Sullivan laughed. "What about Pete? You two are close."
"Pete and I are best friends, Dad. Of course we're close, I love him. You know that, but I've never thought of him as anything else. And I'm sure he hasn't thought of me like that either." Chloe explained. "Who is it? I'm the best reporter Smallville has ever seen, and I still can't figure me out. This is driving me insane."
"Guys have always been drawn to you, sweetie," Mrs. Sullivan said, brushing her fingers through Chloe's hair.
"Correction, Mom," Chloe said, using her mother's favorite words. "Guys with meteor-induced powers who try to kill me are drawn to me."
"Chloe," Mr. Sullivan warned.
Chloe ignored him, holding up her fingers to count off. "First there was Sean, who Pete likes to refer to as the heat-sucking horndog, who tried to turn me into a Popsicle. Then there was Wade and his tattoo freaks that pushed me out of Lex's window. Oh, and my personal favorite is Justin. The boy who hit me over the head with a horseshoe, then tried to saw me in half; all using telekinesis, mind you."
Mrs. Sullivan shot Mr. Sullivan a withering look. "Our daughter the danger seeker."
"Yeah, Mom. I'm a real Indiana Jones," Chloe said, rolling her eyes again. "Now, back on subject. Who is sending me the flowers and notes?"
Mr. Sullivan kissed Chloe's head. "You'll figure it out, sugar."
"I hope so," Chloe replied in exasperation.
