Okay, usual disclaimers, No, I don't own them, and yes, I wish I did. The
story is rated PG, but this could go up depending on where the tale leads
to. This story assumes that you are familiar with the show (you know who
the characters are, you know who knows what, etc.). Basically this story
takes place after Rush and has spoilers for those of you who have not seen
that episode. Enjoy!
Remembering Rushes Past
Chloe was dreaming. Or at least she thought she was.
~FLASH~
"Hey Pete, you do the honors?" Clark Kent asked with a mischievous smile. He motioned a bat over towards his best friend, Pete Ross. Clark looked so confident standing there, as if he knew that whatever the 'honor' may be, he was going to enjoy it.
` "With Pleasure," Pete said as he grinned and took the baseball bat that Clark was holding out to him. Pete swung the bat right at Clark- squarely hitting him in his back. Yet Clark didn't even flinch or move as the bat shattered into many splinters that scattered about the loft. He just stood there grinning stupidly.
"Whoa!" Chloe said awestruck.
"Gets Better. Clark, it's a little dark in here," Pete said as he motioned over towards the lantern hanging from the barn rafter in Clark's loft. Clark stared at the lantern as his face got very serious and his eyes squinted up. All of a sudden, the lantern burst into flame. Chloe was speechless.
"How did you-" She started to ask.
"-Do that?" Clark said as he ran up behind her super speed.
~FLASH~
Chloe woke up suddenly. Her head was throbbing. 'Why am I smiling?' She thought to herself. 'That's right, you were dreaming about Clark again.' She tried to remember the details of her dream. All she could think of was something about Clark, a baseball bat, and him running really fast. She reached for the pad of paper and pencil at her bedside table. Hurriedly, she scribbled down as much as she could remember. Perhaps more would come to her through out the day. Something about this dream had peaked her interest. Something that made it almost familiar, as if she had actually lived it. What was her subconscious trying to tell her? This was going to bug her all day and she knew it. Sighing, Chloe looked at the clock and saw that it read 6:45. Time to get up anyway. She wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight. Grabbing her robe and towel, she headed for the shower. As she passed her mirror, she stared at her reflection.
"Shut up Sullivan and get ready for school." She firmly told her reflection. "Stop dreaming about Clark Kent. You already poured out your heart to him and he pushed you away. You can do better than him."
Knowing in her heart that this was not true, Chloe picked up her things and headed for the shower.
~FLASH~
Soaring high above Smallville, Clark looked down upon the town in its entire early morning splendor. He spotted the Smallville High school bus making its usual rounds for the morning. He willed himself closer to the bus and allowed himself to look in the windows to stare at his dream girl, Lana Lang. She was talking to Chloe and both of them were laughing. All of a sudden, Lana stopped and looked out the window at Clark, who was floating at the same pace as the bus.
"It's all your fault Clark," She said.
~FLASH~
Clark woke up suddenly from this dream-and then fell flat onto his face. Looking around, he realized he was out on the driveway near the mailbox. And judging by the dust that was billowing up through the air, he had been floating again in his sleep.
"Damned it all!" Clark swore as he raced back into the house, super speed style. He needed to get ready for school, and judging by the position of the sun, he was late. Clark ran upstairs, showered and was back downstairs dressed and ready to go in about 10 seconds flat.
"Hi Mom, Hi Dad!" Clark said through a mouthful of toast. "Bye Mom, Bye Dad!" he said as he raced out the door and to school. Jonathon Kent smiled and shook his head at the energy of his son.
"Think about how many pairs of shoes he has worn out by running to school so fast," Jonathon remarked. "This has to be number 10 or 12 this year alone."
"Oh, admit it, you are just happy he's alive and well," Martha Kent said. "Me too, I hope." She looked at him expectantly.
"You know I do," He told her as he pulled her into a tight embrace and gave her a kiss.
Clark reached school just as the first bell was ringing. Knowing that he was going to be late for class anyway, Clark sighed and headed for his locker. Spinning the combination, he reached in and got out his books needed for first period. He was about ready to head off to his first class when he heard his name being yelled from down the hall.
"Clark-man," Pete yelled as he came running down the hallway at school. "We gotta talk."
"Sure Pete. What is it?" Clark asked. Pete looked kinda nervous.
"Not here, man. Let's go into the Torch office and hope that Chloe is not there," Pete told him.
"Like Chloe could ever leave her precious Torch for five minutes," Clark responded. Despite his attempt to crack a joke, Pete looked as serious as ever. Clark immediately figured out that whatever Pete had to say, it was very important. The two got into the Torch office and saw that Chloe wasn't there much to their relief.
"Yeah Pete, What is wrong?" Clark asked
Pete looked nervous and ran his hand over his head. "I think I'm starting to remember what I did when I was infected by the parasite."
Remembering Rushes Past
Chloe was dreaming. Or at least she thought she was.
~FLASH~
"Hey Pete, you do the honors?" Clark Kent asked with a mischievous smile. He motioned a bat over towards his best friend, Pete Ross. Clark looked so confident standing there, as if he knew that whatever the 'honor' may be, he was going to enjoy it.
` "With Pleasure," Pete said as he grinned and took the baseball bat that Clark was holding out to him. Pete swung the bat right at Clark- squarely hitting him in his back. Yet Clark didn't even flinch or move as the bat shattered into many splinters that scattered about the loft. He just stood there grinning stupidly.
"Whoa!" Chloe said awestruck.
"Gets Better. Clark, it's a little dark in here," Pete said as he motioned over towards the lantern hanging from the barn rafter in Clark's loft. Clark stared at the lantern as his face got very serious and his eyes squinted up. All of a sudden, the lantern burst into flame. Chloe was speechless.
"How did you-" She started to ask.
"-Do that?" Clark said as he ran up behind her super speed.
~FLASH~
Chloe woke up suddenly. Her head was throbbing. 'Why am I smiling?' She thought to herself. 'That's right, you were dreaming about Clark again.' She tried to remember the details of her dream. All she could think of was something about Clark, a baseball bat, and him running really fast. She reached for the pad of paper and pencil at her bedside table. Hurriedly, she scribbled down as much as she could remember. Perhaps more would come to her through out the day. Something about this dream had peaked her interest. Something that made it almost familiar, as if she had actually lived it. What was her subconscious trying to tell her? This was going to bug her all day and she knew it. Sighing, Chloe looked at the clock and saw that it read 6:45. Time to get up anyway. She wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight. Grabbing her robe and towel, she headed for the shower. As she passed her mirror, she stared at her reflection.
"Shut up Sullivan and get ready for school." She firmly told her reflection. "Stop dreaming about Clark Kent. You already poured out your heart to him and he pushed you away. You can do better than him."
Knowing in her heart that this was not true, Chloe picked up her things and headed for the shower.
~FLASH~
Soaring high above Smallville, Clark looked down upon the town in its entire early morning splendor. He spotted the Smallville High school bus making its usual rounds for the morning. He willed himself closer to the bus and allowed himself to look in the windows to stare at his dream girl, Lana Lang. She was talking to Chloe and both of them were laughing. All of a sudden, Lana stopped and looked out the window at Clark, who was floating at the same pace as the bus.
"It's all your fault Clark," She said.
~FLASH~
Clark woke up suddenly from this dream-and then fell flat onto his face. Looking around, he realized he was out on the driveway near the mailbox. And judging by the dust that was billowing up through the air, he had been floating again in his sleep.
"Damned it all!" Clark swore as he raced back into the house, super speed style. He needed to get ready for school, and judging by the position of the sun, he was late. Clark ran upstairs, showered and was back downstairs dressed and ready to go in about 10 seconds flat.
"Hi Mom, Hi Dad!" Clark said through a mouthful of toast. "Bye Mom, Bye Dad!" he said as he raced out the door and to school. Jonathon Kent smiled and shook his head at the energy of his son.
"Think about how many pairs of shoes he has worn out by running to school so fast," Jonathon remarked. "This has to be number 10 or 12 this year alone."
"Oh, admit it, you are just happy he's alive and well," Martha Kent said. "Me too, I hope." She looked at him expectantly.
"You know I do," He told her as he pulled her into a tight embrace and gave her a kiss.
Clark reached school just as the first bell was ringing. Knowing that he was going to be late for class anyway, Clark sighed and headed for his locker. Spinning the combination, he reached in and got out his books needed for first period. He was about ready to head off to his first class when he heard his name being yelled from down the hall.
"Clark-man," Pete yelled as he came running down the hallway at school. "We gotta talk."
"Sure Pete. What is it?" Clark asked. Pete looked kinda nervous.
"Not here, man. Let's go into the Torch office and hope that Chloe is not there," Pete told him.
"Like Chloe could ever leave her precious Torch for five minutes," Clark responded. Despite his attempt to crack a joke, Pete looked as serious as ever. Clark immediately figured out that whatever Pete had to say, it was very important. The two got into the Torch office and saw that Chloe wasn't there much to their relief.
"Yeah Pete, What is wrong?" Clark asked
Pete looked nervous and ran his hand over his head. "I think I'm starting to remember what I did when I was infected by the parasite."