Author's note: Thanks for bearing with me on this one. I finally am
getting to write and post the original version. I'm actually kinda glad I
screwed up. It should be interesting to see how I'll make two completely
different stories starting with the same two chapters. It really is fun.
Keep up the reviews. Oh, and to all of you who reviewed, thanks! I love
you guys!
Not too long after she had shut her lights off, a red truck came barreling by. She quickly turned her lights back on, dimly of course, and was right on their trail. 'They must have figured out where he is, they seem to know where they're going.' She mused to herself as she barreled right after them on the dusty paths. After a few more minutes, she recognized where they were going. Of course! Those stupid caves Clark is so obsessed with! He's got to be there!
She pulled in; a safe distance behind the Kent's and killed the engine. She ran towards the back entrance that Clark had shown her only days before. She climbed down the rocky incline and made it into the cave. But not before deducing that high-heeled boots and an unusually short (well, for Chloe anyway) skirt were not the best apparel for performing search and rescues. She scoffed at herself for that. Clark is never the one that needs to be rescued; he's the hero, the one doing the saving. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember him ever being sick, not once. Maybe he really was a meteor mutant. She shook her head as if that would somehow force those thoughts to flee. No. Not my Clark. He couldn't be. He would have told me.
That's when she saw him, lying in a heap of flannel and blue jeans on the cave floor. She rushed over to him. "Clark! Clark! Don't die on me damn it!" She checked his heartbeat; barely there, breathing; ragged and forced. "C'mon Clark."
He winced with pain and cocked one eye open, looking at her. "Chloe?" He asked, bemused. "Help me." He pleaded.
What was hurting him? "How?" She demanded; he couldn't die on her, there was so much she still had to tell him.
"Just get the meteors off me. There was a cave collapse, I tried to stop it, I really did, but then the meteors came down."
She obliged, taking off the small, glowing, green stones and throwing them as far as she could. The change was imminent. His breathing and heartbeat steadied immediately, and his complexion went back to normal instead of the grayish-green color it was only moments before. "Okay, Clark, now what the hell was that?" He was going to answer her but was interrupted.
"Clark! Chloe?! What are you doing here?" Chloe blanched, she was found out. That was fine, as long as Clark was all right. She had saved Clark, now there was a role reversal.
"I just wanted to check here for Clark before I went home. Just to set my mind at ease." That was a half-truth.
"But we told you he was at Lex's." Jonathan looked mad.
"You lied." She said simply and Mr. Kent could think of no retort so he simply kept his mouth shut. "Which brings me to my next question, if you knew Clark could possibly have been hurt -which he was, by the way- than why didn't you tell me? I am, after all, the reporter, the one that's good at finding things." The Kent's looked at each other and realized that there was no way they could make up an excuse for this.
Martha was the fist to respond. "I think Clark should handle this." With that she smiled and nodded knowingly at Clark, grabbed Jonathan and pulled him out of the cave.
Clark fidgeted nervously and looked up at Chloe. "I guess it's time for the truth, huh?"
Hee hee, a cliff hanger. Aren't I mean?
*Kelly*
Not too long after she had shut her lights off, a red truck came barreling by. She quickly turned her lights back on, dimly of course, and was right on their trail. 'They must have figured out where he is, they seem to know where they're going.' She mused to herself as she barreled right after them on the dusty paths. After a few more minutes, she recognized where they were going. Of course! Those stupid caves Clark is so obsessed with! He's got to be there!
She pulled in; a safe distance behind the Kent's and killed the engine. She ran towards the back entrance that Clark had shown her only days before. She climbed down the rocky incline and made it into the cave. But not before deducing that high-heeled boots and an unusually short (well, for Chloe anyway) skirt were not the best apparel for performing search and rescues. She scoffed at herself for that. Clark is never the one that needs to be rescued; he's the hero, the one doing the saving. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember him ever being sick, not once. Maybe he really was a meteor mutant. She shook her head as if that would somehow force those thoughts to flee. No. Not my Clark. He couldn't be. He would have told me.
That's when she saw him, lying in a heap of flannel and blue jeans on the cave floor. She rushed over to him. "Clark! Clark! Don't die on me damn it!" She checked his heartbeat; barely there, breathing; ragged and forced. "C'mon Clark."
He winced with pain and cocked one eye open, looking at her. "Chloe?" He asked, bemused. "Help me." He pleaded.
What was hurting him? "How?" She demanded; he couldn't die on her, there was so much she still had to tell him.
"Just get the meteors off me. There was a cave collapse, I tried to stop it, I really did, but then the meteors came down."
She obliged, taking off the small, glowing, green stones and throwing them as far as she could. The change was imminent. His breathing and heartbeat steadied immediately, and his complexion went back to normal instead of the grayish-green color it was only moments before. "Okay, Clark, now what the hell was that?" He was going to answer her but was interrupted.
"Clark! Chloe?! What are you doing here?" Chloe blanched, she was found out. That was fine, as long as Clark was all right. She had saved Clark, now there was a role reversal.
"I just wanted to check here for Clark before I went home. Just to set my mind at ease." That was a half-truth.
"But we told you he was at Lex's." Jonathan looked mad.
"You lied." She said simply and Mr. Kent could think of no retort so he simply kept his mouth shut. "Which brings me to my next question, if you knew Clark could possibly have been hurt -which he was, by the way- than why didn't you tell me? I am, after all, the reporter, the one that's good at finding things." The Kent's looked at each other and realized that there was no way they could make up an excuse for this.
Martha was the fist to respond. "I think Clark should handle this." With that she smiled and nodded knowingly at Clark, grabbed Jonathan and pulled him out of the cave.
Clark fidgeted nervously and looked up at Chloe. "I guess it's time for the truth, huh?"
Hee hee, a cliff hanger. Aren't I mean?
*Kelly*