Author Note-There has been some request to continue this story, so I am.
'Rush' sort of disappointed me last night, so I am taking it past canon and
making it Sully-friendly. Please, tell me if I'm getting too far off track.
Thanks!
"Clark, I think we have a problem" Martha Kent said as her son returned from his bedroom to find his parents and Pete with somber expressions.
"What's up?" Clark asked warily, sitting down.
"Pete said he talked to Mr. Sullivan and the doctors told Chloe's Dad that she's suffering some sort of acute post-traumatic stress syndrome, but she will regain full memory of what she can't remember right now."
"How long do we have?" Clark asked, trying to remain calm.
"Her memory could return anytime, anywhere." Pete replied.
"Dad?" Clark said, turning to the man who always had the answer.
"All I can say is---well---shit, son."
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"Chloe, I think we need to talk." Clark said from across the loft as she gazed into his telescope.
"Hang on, I've almost got this stupid thing pinpointed for astronomy, which is the stupidest class ever and I'm still mad you talked me into taking it!" Chloe said, still facing the opposite direction. She fiddled with the knobs on the telescope some more and then turned to face Clark.
"What's up?" Chloe asked, getting out her astronomy notebook. As her luck would have it, Clark was the only person she knew that had a decent telescope.
She would be enthralled at a chance to spend dusk in Clark's loft this time last year, but that was before the date of the decade Lana and he had participated in.
Now, she just wanted to get in, get a good grade, and get out.
"I wanted to talk to you about my date with Lana." Clark stated bluntly, causing Chloe to groan.
"I remember something about that from when I was 'under'," Chloe said, using the air quotes and all. "I can't remember anything else, I swear. I wish people, you included, would stop trying to make SURE I remember. You said I didn't miss anything anyway." Chloe ranted without even looking up from her book again.
"Well, I wanted to know what you remember about that conversation, actually. And what you think about my asking Lana to Metropolis to a concert in a week."
That caught Chloe's attention.
"I say that if you can get her, take her. I'm glad you're finally taking some charge." Chloe said, forcing the brightest smile she could.
"Don't lie."
"What would I be lying?" Chloe said, looking Clark straight in the eyes.
"It's not your eyes that give you away. It's your pink cheeks. They get even redder when you lie." Clark grinned.
"Damn."
"So, you wouldn't be ok with us dating, then?"
"Well, you caught me. Not really. I thought we all wanted to be friends. But it's up to you." Chloe shrugged and turned back to her book.
Clark sighed in defeat. He was hoping that this highly emotional subject would trigger something in Chloe's mind and make her remember everything from that day a week ago instantly.
Clark was worried about how Chloe would react, and he suspected that the best way for her to remember might be while she was with him.
So, the date would wait.
"Clark, I think we have a problem" Martha Kent said as her son returned from his bedroom to find his parents and Pete with somber expressions.
"What's up?" Clark asked warily, sitting down.
"Pete said he talked to Mr. Sullivan and the doctors told Chloe's Dad that she's suffering some sort of acute post-traumatic stress syndrome, but she will regain full memory of what she can't remember right now."
"How long do we have?" Clark asked, trying to remain calm.
"Her memory could return anytime, anywhere." Pete replied.
"Dad?" Clark said, turning to the man who always had the answer.
"All I can say is---well---shit, son."
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"Chloe, I think we need to talk." Clark said from across the loft as she gazed into his telescope.
"Hang on, I've almost got this stupid thing pinpointed for astronomy, which is the stupidest class ever and I'm still mad you talked me into taking it!" Chloe said, still facing the opposite direction. She fiddled with the knobs on the telescope some more and then turned to face Clark.
"What's up?" Chloe asked, getting out her astronomy notebook. As her luck would have it, Clark was the only person she knew that had a decent telescope.
She would be enthralled at a chance to spend dusk in Clark's loft this time last year, but that was before the date of the decade Lana and he had participated in.
Now, she just wanted to get in, get a good grade, and get out.
"I wanted to talk to you about my date with Lana." Clark stated bluntly, causing Chloe to groan.
"I remember something about that from when I was 'under'," Chloe said, using the air quotes and all. "I can't remember anything else, I swear. I wish people, you included, would stop trying to make SURE I remember. You said I didn't miss anything anyway." Chloe ranted without even looking up from her book again.
"Well, I wanted to know what you remember about that conversation, actually. And what you think about my asking Lana to Metropolis to a concert in a week."
That caught Chloe's attention.
"I say that if you can get her, take her. I'm glad you're finally taking some charge." Chloe said, forcing the brightest smile she could.
"Don't lie."
"What would I be lying?" Chloe said, looking Clark straight in the eyes.
"It's not your eyes that give you away. It's your pink cheeks. They get even redder when you lie." Clark grinned.
"Damn."
"So, you wouldn't be ok with us dating, then?"
"Well, you caught me. Not really. I thought we all wanted to be friends. But it's up to you." Chloe shrugged and turned back to her book.
Clark sighed in defeat. He was hoping that this highly emotional subject would trigger something in Chloe's mind and make her remember everything from that day a week ago instantly.
Clark was worried about how Chloe would react, and he suspected that the best way for her to remember might be while she was with him.
So, the date would wait.