Author's note: Hey! I got like a million reviews about this fic and I
will do both a Chlark and a Chlex. I actually have figured out stories for
both. Since I promised Chlex first, this one will be a Chlex and I will
(very soon) post the Chlark version. Thanks for the reviews and keep
reading!
*Kelly*
Just as she shut off her lights, a red truck went by; the Kent truck. She turned her lights back on, as low as she could get them, and followed. They sped down the dusty roads, sending up massive clouds of dirt which didn't do much to improve Chloe's vision. They seemed to know where Clark was now, or at least have an idea, a set location to check. After a couple minutes Chloe recognized where they were headed. It was those caves Clark loved so much. They parked and she stayed far enough behind as to not be seen. She went in the back entrance of the cave to search for Clark.
She stepped into the soft clay earth and into the cave. 'So much for my brand-new shoes.' she thought to herself bitterly. Oh well, that was the price of journalism. She walked quietly through, searching the area for her friend. He was probably just sitting there staring at the paintings; he most likely just lost track of time like he always did. She was sure he was fine.
That's when she saw him. He was crumpled in a heap on the floor. She rushed over to him and checked his breathing and his heartbeat. His breathing was ragged, and his heartbeat was weak but there were still there; that was the important thing. What could have hurt him? There was nothing in sight except for a few harmless rocks lying around him. There were no cuts or bruises. What happened?
"CLARK!!" Chloe spun around to see where the voice had emanated from. It was Martha. Chloe was found out now, but she didn't care. Right now her first priority was helping Clark. The maternal woman rushed to Clark's side and began taking the rocks off of him, throwing them as far as she could. As she did this, which miraculously seemed to drastically improve Clark's condition, Clark's father, Jonathan, was casting Chloe disapproving stares. She was going to get a lecture from him tonight.
Somehow, Clark went from comatose to perfectly healthy in a matter of minutes. He sat up and took in his surroundings, his eyes lingering on Chloe. He looked up at his parents, bemused, as if to inquire about what she was doing here. The three Kent's immediately ganged up on poor Chloe. "What are you doing here?" Jonathan demanded. "I thought you were going home."
Chloe had to face up now. She admitted that she had heard enough of their conversation to know that they really weren't sure where Clark was; that they had been lying to her. She was so embarrassed at being caught that she began to ramble on, spewing out any excuse that came to mind. Only Martha's face softened slightly as she took in the ashamed tone of the young woman; the other two still glared at her as though she were the anti- Christ or something. "If you don't mind me asking," Chloe interjected once she had regained her composure, "But why did Clark suddenly recover when you took the rocks off of him? Because as far as I know, no one is allergic to rocks. Does it have to do with what you two" she continued, pointing to Mr. and Mrs. Kent. "Were talking about before? Something about him not being able to get hurt except for meteor rocks?"
Before either one of the older Kent's could respond, Clark was on his feet and in front of Chloe, his green eyes blazing with anger. "Why do you always have to push?! Why can't you ever just leave anything alone?! I ask you time and time again to respect my privacy and not pry, but do you listen? No! What kind of friend are you?!" He was practically screaming by the end of his rant, and it seemed all he could do to not physically harm her. Chloe looked up at him, "So that's how you see me? All I wanted was to help you, that's why I came here; to help you. And you scream at me for that? What kind of friend are you?" She yelled back, tears escaping from her eyes. She stormed out of the cave; mad at herself and her so- called best friend.
She got into her car and sped off towards the one place where she would be left alone; the Talon. Lana would be home and she didn't feel like talking to her about this. It was only icing on the cake that she would be able to get coffee which is bound to cheer her up a little. She pulled right in front of the antique building and parked; there was never much business there at 10:30 on weeknights to begin with because their clientele was mainly teenagers, and it didn't help business that there was a major English exam tomorrow. She strolled in, walked up to the counter, ordered an espresso with a double-shot of almond from the rather bored looked waitress and went into the booth that was all the way in the back-left corner. No one would see her there, that is, if anyone she knew actually came in.
She held her composure until after her order arrived, only allowing the tears to fall soundlessly down her face. Once the waitress left, she began to sob. How could Clark be so cruel? She was only trying to help.
Just as she shut off her lights, a red truck went by; the Kent truck. She turned her lights back on, as low as she could get them, and followed. They sped down the dusty roads, sending up massive clouds of dirt which didn't do much to improve Chloe's vision. They seemed to know where Clark was now, or at least have an idea, a set location to check. After a couple minutes Chloe recognized where they were headed. It was those caves Clark loved so much. They parked and she stayed far enough behind as to not be seen. She went in the back entrance of the cave to search for Clark.
She stepped into the soft clay earth and into the cave. 'So much for my brand-new shoes.' she thought to herself bitterly. Oh well, that was the price of journalism. She walked quietly through, searching the area for her friend. He was probably just sitting there staring at the paintings; he most likely just lost track of time like he always did. She was sure he was fine.
That's when she saw him. He was crumpled in a heap on the floor. She rushed over to him and checked his breathing and his heartbeat. His breathing was ragged, and his heartbeat was weak but there were still there; that was the important thing. What could have hurt him? There was nothing in sight except for a few harmless rocks lying around him. There were no cuts or bruises. What happened?
"CLARK!!" Chloe spun around to see where the voice had emanated from. It was Martha. Chloe was found out now, but she didn't care. Right now her first priority was helping Clark. The maternal woman rushed to Clark's side and began taking the rocks off of him, throwing them as far as she could. As she did this, which miraculously seemed to drastically improve Clark's condition, Clark's father, Jonathan, was casting Chloe disapproving stares. She was going to get a lecture from him tonight.
Somehow, Clark went from comatose to perfectly healthy in a matter of minutes. He sat up and took in his surroundings, his eyes lingering on Chloe. He looked up at his parents, bemused, as if to inquire about what she was doing here. The three Kent's immediately ganged up on poor Chloe. "What are you doing here?" Jonathan demanded. "I thought you were going home."
Chloe had to face up now. She admitted that she had heard enough of their conversation to know that they really weren't sure where Clark was; that they had been lying to her. She was so embarrassed at being caught that she began to ramble on, spewing out any excuse that came to mind. Only Martha's face softened slightly as she took in the ashamed tone of the young woman; the other two still glared at her as though she were the anti- Christ or something. "If you don't mind me asking," Chloe interjected once she had regained her composure, "But why did Clark suddenly recover when you took the rocks off of him? Because as far as I know, no one is allergic to rocks. Does it have to do with what you two" she continued, pointing to Mr. and Mrs. Kent. "Were talking about before? Something about him not being able to get hurt except for meteor rocks?"
Before either one of the older Kent's could respond, Clark was on his feet and in front of Chloe, his green eyes blazing with anger. "Why do you always have to push?! Why can't you ever just leave anything alone?! I ask you time and time again to respect my privacy and not pry, but do you listen? No! What kind of friend are you?!" He was practically screaming by the end of his rant, and it seemed all he could do to not physically harm her. Chloe looked up at him, "So that's how you see me? All I wanted was to help you, that's why I came here; to help you. And you scream at me for that? What kind of friend are you?" She yelled back, tears escaping from her eyes. She stormed out of the cave; mad at herself and her so- called best friend.
She got into her car and sped off towards the one place where she would be left alone; the Talon. Lana would be home and she didn't feel like talking to her about this. It was only icing on the cake that she would be able to get coffee which is bound to cheer her up a little. She pulled right in front of the antique building and parked; there was never much business there at 10:30 on weeknights to begin with because their clientele was mainly teenagers, and it didn't help business that there was a major English exam tomorrow. She strolled in, walked up to the counter, ordered an espresso with a double-shot of almond from the rather bored looked waitress and went into the booth that was all the way in the back-left corner. No one would see her there, that is, if anyone she knew actually came in.
She held her composure until after her order arrived, only allowing the tears to fall soundlessly down her face. Once the waitress left, she began to sob. How could Clark be so cruel? She was only trying to help.