Chloe dreamed. She dreamed dreams that she used to fear having because of
the pain they brought to her. On this night the slumbering reporter knew
she would feel no pain or sorrow from the dreams that came to her. She
felt absolutely safe, like nothing in the land of the living or land of
dreams could harm her again. She couldn't explain it, but she cherished
the feeling.
It was this feeling that allowed Chloe to dream of her mother without fear. In her mind, her mother looked exactly the same as the photo Chloe had hidden in her bedroom. Long, silken blonde hair framing a softly chiseled face that held intelligent blue eyes. She had the same slim build as her daughter, but stood a good six inches higher. Gabe once said that Chloe was going to be the spitting image of her mother.
As the dream progressed, Chloe found herself sitting at a large table listening to her father's stories and laughing at the eye-rolls and snarky comments her mother broke in with. Then...things went down hill. Her mother started acting...different. Colder. She'd talk about how she felt trapped by the thought of having to be a mother. She wanted to be free.
And then...she was. Even in her dreams, Chloe couldn't keep her mother from leaving her alone with her father. 'Mommy, please stay. I'll be better, I promise! I'll be a good girl, please don't go!' Even the cries of her daughter weren't enough to make her stay.
Oh...how Chloe yearned for her mother.
As the dream started to recede from Chloe's mind she tried to cling to it, to hold it against her chest and never let go. Slowly though, her mother faded from her mind and was replaced with emptiness. This dream, however, didn't leave the lingering sense of desolation that it did all the times before. The emptiness inside her was replaced with something wonderful. Something she loved so much she'd die for.
'I love you, Chloe. I'll never leave you.' As soon as the words were whispered in her mind, Chloe knew they were true. She also knew who spoke them.
One creamy white eye lid lifted to reveal a startlingly green eye. Then the other. The blonde reporter slowly awoke to find herself still sealed inside the cab of a truck.
"So, that part wasn't a dream." She gasped when she realized who was under her.
The blonde couldn't help but smile at the sleeping figure of Clark Kent. The soon-to-be Superman was sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling slowly, his hair still disheveled and covering his forehead. Chloe slowly brushed the rebellious locks away from his brow and simply admired him. For someone who had such great responsibility, Clark slept like an innocent child. The slightest hint of a smile on is lips.
Chloe suddenly realized that the warmth she felt in her dreams was Clark. Just the knowledge that he was within arms reach comforted her...even when dreaming.
She smiled again.
She whispered softly, "I love you too, Clark." Then she placed a very soft kiss on his cheek and nuzzled against his neck, quickly returning to the land of dreams. Once again, she felt Clark right next to her. She wasn't afraid to dream anymore.
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Father wind had said his piece. The onslaught of falling snow had given way to light flurries and small winds. Everyone in 'Smallville' gave a small sigh of relief when they looked out their windows and saw the storm was in temporary remission. Forecasters warned that the storm still had one more powerful surge before completely dissipating.
While most homes in the small town were quiet and serene, the Kent Farm was a completely different story. Dozens of police officers paced around the Kent's living room, waiting for their orders. Most of them were severely sleep deprived and fought to stay awake. The comfort of the warm home and the smell of pancakes didn't help their battle with slumber.
In the kitchen, Martha Kent whirled around like a master at work. Pancakes, sausages, bacon, eggs and ham sizzled on the stovetop while blueberry muffins baked in the oven. The neighbors had been kind enough to lend their coffee machine, which worked rapidly to fill all of the officer's mugs. Martha worked quickly, trying whole-heartedly not to think about what could have happened to Clark and Chloe. About what it would take to keep Clark from coming home. Thoughts of meteor-rock mutants and the rock itself kept racing through her mind.
While Martha preoccupied her mind with cooking, Lex Luthor stood in the living room facing a large map of 'Smallville.' Red lines had been traced along all the routes the lost teenagers might have taken. The marker lines led from the Kent Farm to the Sullivan Home to the town video store and back to the Kent Farm. Tracing possible routes was the easy part; finding the lost teens in the blizzard was harder. Helicopters were out of the question, snowmobiles were out because the snow was still soft in most of the fields and cars were laughable in the country areas. The country access roads were so overloaded with snow that even a two-ton truck wouldn't penetrate the drifts.
Anger surged through Lex as he realized the futility of looking for the lost teenagers in the storm. 'The proverbial needle in the haystack,' Lex thought. Annoyed, he took a sip of Martha's strong black coffee and brooded.
The bald billionaire was used to things not always going his way, but this was different. His one true friend was missing; caught out in a raging storm going through god-knows what and all he could do was stand around and wait. Lex massaged his temples and tried to calm himself down. He wasn't doing a very good job.
Behind Lex, Jonathon Kent silently marveled at the power that came with the Luthor name. In the hours that had passed since he'd called Lex's cell phone, hundreds of people had been notified of the missing teenagers and plans were set into motion. Favors were called in, searches began. By himself, Jonathon couldn't even raise the interest of one of the 'Smallville' deputies about his missing son.
Lex, though, had the unwavering attention of every law officer in a 100- mile radius. They were all pacing around the house now, waiting for some kind of order.
Breaking out of his trance, Lex suddenly shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, retrieving his cell phone. He turned to face Jonathon while dialing a number into the cell phone. "Mr. Kent, I'm going to leave for a while, I'm not much help anyway. If there's any development, will you call me?"
Jonathon was surprised by Lex's sudden departure, but agreed to phone the young Luthor if any news was heard of. Lex stopped by the door one last time, looking at the Kent's for a moment. For the first time, he realized that fear was festering in the pit of his stomach for Clark, fear and dread. 'He's fine. Don't lose track of your objective,' Lex told himself. Shaking himself, he trudged out the front door to the awaiting vehicle. When the chauffer opened the back door of the awaiting SUV, Lex quickly entered and slammed the door himself.
The snow-covered chauffer re-entered the SUV and looked at his passenger through the rear-view mirror. For a moment the chauffer thought he saw something very strange in the young Luthor's eyes...it almost looked like fear. The young man quickly recovered and ordered the chauffer back to the castle. Finally, Lex threw his cell phone across the back seat in disgust. Clark still wasn't answering his phone. What could keep him away for so long?
Rubbing his baldhead angrily, Lex finally decided to use his trump card.
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A/N: Whoa! Now that was one big-ass vacation. Hey kids, sorry about the wait. Things have been down-right insane for me these past few months. As you know, because of Fanfiction.net's choice to ban NC-17 stories, I can no longer write the really good part of this story. But, I'll write it anyway and if you want a copy of it when it's finished, that could be arranged.
Yes, this was just a filler chapter, I know, I know. Sorry, but I haven't written in a long time and this chapter was just a way of me getting myself into the writer's mood again.
More excitement and romance to come. Stay Tuned!
Thank you for beta-ing my stories, Deanz. I LOVE YOU!
It was this feeling that allowed Chloe to dream of her mother without fear. In her mind, her mother looked exactly the same as the photo Chloe had hidden in her bedroom. Long, silken blonde hair framing a softly chiseled face that held intelligent blue eyes. She had the same slim build as her daughter, but stood a good six inches higher. Gabe once said that Chloe was going to be the spitting image of her mother.
As the dream progressed, Chloe found herself sitting at a large table listening to her father's stories and laughing at the eye-rolls and snarky comments her mother broke in with. Then...things went down hill. Her mother started acting...different. Colder. She'd talk about how she felt trapped by the thought of having to be a mother. She wanted to be free.
And then...she was. Even in her dreams, Chloe couldn't keep her mother from leaving her alone with her father. 'Mommy, please stay. I'll be better, I promise! I'll be a good girl, please don't go!' Even the cries of her daughter weren't enough to make her stay.
Oh...how Chloe yearned for her mother.
As the dream started to recede from Chloe's mind she tried to cling to it, to hold it against her chest and never let go. Slowly though, her mother faded from her mind and was replaced with emptiness. This dream, however, didn't leave the lingering sense of desolation that it did all the times before. The emptiness inside her was replaced with something wonderful. Something she loved so much she'd die for.
'I love you, Chloe. I'll never leave you.' As soon as the words were whispered in her mind, Chloe knew they were true. She also knew who spoke them.
One creamy white eye lid lifted to reveal a startlingly green eye. Then the other. The blonde reporter slowly awoke to find herself still sealed inside the cab of a truck.
"So, that part wasn't a dream." She gasped when she realized who was under her.
The blonde couldn't help but smile at the sleeping figure of Clark Kent. The soon-to-be Superman was sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling slowly, his hair still disheveled and covering his forehead. Chloe slowly brushed the rebellious locks away from his brow and simply admired him. For someone who had such great responsibility, Clark slept like an innocent child. The slightest hint of a smile on is lips.
Chloe suddenly realized that the warmth she felt in her dreams was Clark. Just the knowledge that he was within arms reach comforted her...even when dreaming.
She smiled again.
She whispered softly, "I love you too, Clark." Then she placed a very soft kiss on his cheek and nuzzled against his neck, quickly returning to the land of dreams. Once again, she felt Clark right next to her. She wasn't afraid to dream anymore.
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Father wind had said his piece. The onslaught of falling snow had given way to light flurries and small winds. Everyone in 'Smallville' gave a small sigh of relief when they looked out their windows and saw the storm was in temporary remission. Forecasters warned that the storm still had one more powerful surge before completely dissipating.
While most homes in the small town were quiet and serene, the Kent Farm was a completely different story. Dozens of police officers paced around the Kent's living room, waiting for their orders. Most of them were severely sleep deprived and fought to stay awake. The comfort of the warm home and the smell of pancakes didn't help their battle with slumber.
In the kitchen, Martha Kent whirled around like a master at work. Pancakes, sausages, bacon, eggs and ham sizzled on the stovetop while blueberry muffins baked in the oven. The neighbors had been kind enough to lend their coffee machine, which worked rapidly to fill all of the officer's mugs. Martha worked quickly, trying whole-heartedly not to think about what could have happened to Clark and Chloe. About what it would take to keep Clark from coming home. Thoughts of meteor-rock mutants and the rock itself kept racing through her mind.
While Martha preoccupied her mind with cooking, Lex Luthor stood in the living room facing a large map of 'Smallville.' Red lines had been traced along all the routes the lost teenagers might have taken. The marker lines led from the Kent Farm to the Sullivan Home to the town video store and back to the Kent Farm. Tracing possible routes was the easy part; finding the lost teens in the blizzard was harder. Helicopters were out of the question, snowmobiles were out because the snow was still soft in most of the fields and cars were laughable in the country areas. The country access roads were so overloaded with snow that even a two-ton truck wouldn't penetrate the drifts.
Anger surged through Lex as he realized the futility of looking for the lost teenagers in the storm. 'The proverbial needle in the haystack,' Lex thought. Annoyed, he took a sip of Martha's strong black coffee and brooded.
The bald billionaire was used to things not always going his way, but this was different. His one true friend was missing; caught out in a raging storm going through god-knows what and all he could do was stand around and wait. Lex massaged his temples and tried to calm himself down. He wasn't doing a very good job.
Behind Lex, Jonathon Kent silently marveled at the power that came with the Luthor name. In the hours that had passed since he'd called Lex's cell phone, hundreds of people had been notified of the missing teenagers and plans were set into motion. Favors were called in, searches began. By himself, Jonathon couldn't even raise the interest of one of the 'Smallville' deputies about his missing son.
Lex, though, had the unwavering attention of every law officer in a 100- mile radius. They were all pacing around the house now, waiting for some kind of order.
Breaking out of his trance, Lex suddenly shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, retrieving his cell phone. He turned to face Jonathon while dialing a number into the cell phone. "Mr. Kent, I'm going to leave for a while, I'm not much help anyway. If there's any development, will you call me?"
Jonathon was surprised by Lex's sudden departure, but agreed to phone the young Luthor if any news was heard of. Lex stopped by the door one last time, looking at the Kent's for a moment. For the first time, he realized that fear was festering in the pit of his stomach for Clark, fear and dread. 'He's fine. Don't lose track of your objective,' Lex told himself. Shaking himself, he trudged out the front door to the awaiting vehicle. When the chauffer opened the back door of the awaiting SUV, Lex quickly entered and slammed the door himself.
The snow-covered chauffer re-entered the SUV and looked at his passenger through the rear-view mirror. For a moment the chauffer thought he saw something very strange in the young Luthor's eyes...it almost looked like fear. The young man quickly recovered and ordered the chauffer back to the castle. Finally, Lex threw his cell phone across the back seat in disgust. Clark still wasn't answering his phone. What could keep him away for so long?
Rubbing his baldhead angrily, Lex finally decided to use his trump card.
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A/N: Whoa! Now that was one big-ass vacation. Hey kids, sorry about the wait. Things have been down-right insane for me these past few months. As you know, because of Fanfiction.net's choice to ban NC-17 stories, I can no longer write the really good part of this story. But, I'll write it anyway and if you want a copy of it when it's finished, that could be arranged.
Yes, this was just a filler chapter, I know, I know. Sorry, but I haven't written in a long time and this chapter was just a way of me getting myself into the writer's mood again.
More excitement and romance to come. Stay Tuned!
Thank you for beta-ing my stories, Deanz. I LOVE YOU!