Chapter 4
"Clark, you can't just leave," Pete pressed. "Think about it. You go out in the blizzard that no human could survive in, only to come back in half a second later with Chloe in your arms? You're asking for someone to find out."
Clark slammed his fist on the counter, hearing a slight cracking noise. "Fine, Pete. Whatever."
"Hey, don't get mad at me," Pete said, putting his hands up.
Clark softened. "I'm sorry, Pete. I'm just worried."
"Clark, come look at this," Lana called, beckoning Clark over.
"Yeah, Lana?" Clark asked, walking to his friend.
Lana gestured for him to follow her into the stock room. "I was supposed to order two days ago, but haven't gotten around to it. Now we're almost out of food. I can't feed almost fifteen people for the rest of the night, Clark. It's not possible."
"Then we'll have to ration it out," Lex said, walking up behind them. "No one's going anywhere tonight."
"I have two of Mrs. Kent's pies, two cakes, ten muffins, and an endless supply of coffee. Not exactly healthy or nutritious," Lana said, looking from one guy to the other.
"We'll have to get over it," Pete told her. "What other choice do we have?"
* * *
"I'm s-s-so- co-cold," Chloe said, her teeth chattering. Her shoes were soaked through to her socks. She could feel it squishing between her toes.
Chloe looked down. "Great, I have icicles for feet," she said, looking at her snow-covered shoes.
She looked back to where she had come. She had only been walking a few minutes on flat ground, but the snow was so dense she couldn't see her car. Chloe tried not to think about the option of her getting lost.
"Come on, Sullivan. You've been almost fried, frozen, chainsawed, buried alive, and on more than one occasion thrown to your death. Can't you handle a little snow?" she asked herself, watching her breath make patterns in the air.
"Besides, if you freeze to death, who will keep Lana away from Clark?" she asked. "Absolutely no one. That's why you gotta fight."
Chloe repositioned the blanket on her shoulders. "Why do I have to live so far away? Why couldn't we have lived in Nell's old flower shop by the Talon?"
* * *
"Jonathan, I want to find her as much as you, but this is suicide!" Martha said, watching as Jonathan made a pile of blankets and thermoses of coffee.
"Martha, I promised I'd take care of her and I don't go back on my word," Jonathan replied.
"Fine, then I'm going with you. If she's out there, she'll need a mother's touch," Martha said, putting the things into a box.
"No. I can't let you put yourself in danger," Jonathan said, pulling Martha away from the supplies.
Martha put her hands on Jonathan's shoulders. "I can't let you go alone," she said, looking into his eyes.
Jonathan nodded once, a slight smile forming. "Alright."