Abaris' Arrow
by linda-seton
"Nixon's tapes?" Clark asks loudly enough to cause Jonathan Kent to practically slide into the kitchen.
"Son?"
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Clark listens to Chloe for a few seconds and then nods. "Let me ask my Dad."
"Clark?"
Clark cups the phone with his hand and looks to the clearly panicked Jonathan. "It's Chloe. She got a hold of some tapes that Roger Nixon had. And she wants to see me so we can talk about them."
Jonathan nods his head before he speaks. "Tell her you'll be right over."
Clark lifts the phone back to his mouth. "I can come right over. What? Okay, I'm sure that'll be fine. I'll meet you there."
Clark hangs up the phone and turns to his father. "She asked me to meet her at The Torch. She has to delete emails or something."
"That's actually good." Jonathan turns in a half circle. "Clark, you've been over to the Sullivan house. Do they have a spare key?"
"What? You can't break into Chloe's house!"
"Look, Son, if we had any other choice..."
"I can try to talk to her. Get her to give me the tapes."
"We both know that won't work. It was a struggle for Pete not to go to the press. Do you think Chloe would even hesitate to break the biggest story of all time?"
Clark shakes his head and looks down at his shoes. "They have a key under one of those yard things. It's a frog at a typewriter." Suddenly realizing something, he glances up at his father. "But what about Chloe's father?"
"Gabe Sullivan is in Metropolis. He's stuck at that same meeting as your mother."
"Maybe we should call Mom?" Clark asks hopefully. His father in half-crazed mode without his mom to talk him down is scary. "I think we should definitely call her."
"We don't have time. Go to The Torch and keep Chloe there for an hour. It's pretty much equal distance to the Sullivan's place and to the school. If I can't find the tapes in fifty minutes then we'll have to try something else."
"But even if you do get the tapes, Chloe will tell people..."
"But if she doesn't have the tapes no one will believe her." Jonathan faces his son and lays both hands on the boy's shoulders to steady him. "We have no choice."
Clark reluctantly nods his head in agreement.
tbc
by linda-seton
"Nixon's tapes?" Clark asks loudly enough to cause Jonathan Kent to practically slide into the kitchen.
"Son?"
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Clark listens to Chloe for a few seconds and then nods. "Let me ask my Dad."
"Clark?"
Clark cups the phone with his hand and looks to the clearly panicked Jonathan. "It's Chloe. She got a hold of some tapes that Roger Nixon had. And she wants to see me so we can talk about them."
Jonathan nods his head before he speaks. "Tell her you'll be right over."
Clark lifts the phone back to his mouth. "I can come right over. What? Okay, I'm sure that'll be fine. I'll meet you there."
Clark hangs up the phone and turns to his father. "She asked me to meet her at The Torch. She has to delete emails or something."
"That's actually good." Jonathan turns in a half circle. "Clark, you've been over to the Sullivan house. Do they have a spare key?"
"What? You can't break into Chloe's house!"
"Look, Son, if we had any other choice..."
"I can try to talk to her. Get her to give me the tapes."
"We both know that won't work. It was a struggle for Pete not to go to the press. Do you think Chloe would even hesitate to break the biggest story of all time?"
Clark shakes his head and looks down at his shoes. "They have a key under one of those yard things. It's a frog at a typewriter." Suddenly realizing something, he glances up at his father. "But what about Chloe's father?"
"Gabe Sullivan is in Metropolis. He's stuck at that same meeting as your mother."
"Maybe we should call Mom?" Clark asks hopefully. His father in half-crazed mode without his mom to talk him down is scary. "I think we should definitely call her."
"We don't have time. Go to The Torch and keep Chloe there for an hour. It's pretty much equal distance to the Sullivan's place and to the school. If I can't find the tapes in fifty minutes then we'll have to try something else."
"But even if you do get the tapes, Chloe will tell people..."
"But if she doesn't have the tapes no one will believe her." Jonathan faces his son and lays both hands on the boy's shoulders to steady him. "We have no choice."
Clark reluctantly nods his head in agreement.
tbc