Okay, here is the second part to our little tale. For those of you who
have informed me, I am NOW aware that there is another tale out there that
is EXTREMELY similar to this one. We'll just have to see where each leads
to. For those of you who haven't read it, be sure to check it out. (
Back to the basics. The usual disclaimers: I don't own them. I wish that I did. The story is still rated PG for now. Again, some slight spoilers for Rush, and this story assumes that you are familiar with the show and its premise. THANX and Enjoy!
~Remembering Rushes Past~
"Wait a minute, Clark said. "What did you say?" He was stunned to hear those words out of Pete's mouth and was sure that he had heard him wrong.
Pete looked around nervously. "I'm serious man," he said. "I woke up this morning after having this dream that I was riding my dirt bike on the sidewalk across from the Talon." Pete was trying real hard to keep his cool, but he was having some obvious trouble.
"Pete, are you sure?" Clark asked with a hint of skepticism in his voice. "After all, this is Smallville: Land of the strange. Maybe you just thought you remembered it because of what I told you had happened when you were infected." He was pacing around the Torch office, eyeing the door. Chloe had probably only stepped out for a few minutes, and both Clark and Pete knew that she could come bounding in through the door at anytime wanting the two of them to go off and help her track down another story.
"Yeah man," Pete said. "I'm positive. I can tell you details about this that you never told me. Like what I said. I don't remember you ever giving out scripts to our conversation!" He had taken up Clark's choice of pacing around the office.
"Hey, just the two strong men I was looking for," Chloe said with much enthusiasm as she came bounding into the office. "I just got-"
"-A new lead on a potentially interesting story," Clark and Pete said in unison.
"Okay, now I have the feeling that I am becoming too predictable," Chloe said with a hint of sarcasm. "So how about it, you two gonna help me?"
"Um, maybe later Chloe," Clark said. "Me and Pete have to finish talking about something." Seeing the hurt look on Chloe's face, he added quickly, "Guy stuff."
"Really?" Chloe asked. "What kind of guy stuff?"
"Just..Dreams," Pete said. He looked to Clark for some kind of reaction as to if he had leaked too much information. Clark gave a smile to let him know what he said was okay. "The kind that are pretty embarrassing," Pete added. This was getting uncomfortable fast.
"Oh," Chloe said not totally convinced. Shrugging, she picked up the nearest file folder and pretended to look busy.
"Well then, Bye Chloe," Clark said as the two guys turned and started to walk out.
"While you guys are talking about the subject, I had this really interesting dream last night," Chloe said. Clark and Pete stopped dead in their tracks. "Actually," Chloe looked up from her folder, "both of you were in it."
"What was it about?" Clark asked. 'Please nothing that happened when you were infected.' He silently pleaded.
"It was really weird," Chloe answered thoughtfully. "It was almost Wall of Weird material actually. We were in you loft and Pete hit you, Clark, with a baseball bat and it broke. Sounds kinda silly huh?"
Clark and Pete shot glances at each other. This was definitely not good. "Uh, Chloe, I've got chores to finish up at home, so I'll catch you later, okay?" Clark asked.
"Sure," Chloe said. The two guys turned and left in what looked like to her a big hurry. "Nice to see that they appreciate little old me," she said to herself. "Again Sullivan, you are reaching out for someone who has already let you down. Why bother anymore?" Chloe sighed and tried to get back to the paper and her big story that now she would have to investigate alone.
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"Are you two one hundred percent sure?" Jonathon Kent asked Clark. "I don't want you to make any rash decisions." Jonathon glanced at his wife across the table. "I know how hard this secret was for you to take in, I'd rather not have to explain that again. Try to keep Chloe thinking that they are just dreams and not actual truths. That could prevent her from finding out to much."
"But Mr. Kent," Pete said. "Chloe won't stop investigating something until she finds out the truth." He looked at the other 3 people at the table.
"Well then Pete," Jonathon said. "Try to convince her that meteor rocks are influencing brainwaves of REM sleep, or something. ANYTHING to keep her from finding out what is in that storm cellar." He looked at the two boys very sternly. "I'd hate for our family to be torn apart by a teenage reporter's wild dreams of striking it big with a high school newspaper."
"Whatever you say, Dad," Clark said. "Come on Pete, let's go up to the loft and figure out a plan." He stood to leave, and Pete did the same. The two walked outside. Pete stopped in front of his car and started to pull out his keys.
"Uh, rain check man?" Pete asked. "I gotta be home for dinner. I'm getting into enough trouble as it is making the dinner table by six."
"Okay," Clark said. "I'll see you tomorrow, and we'll talk about it then, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Pete responded. He climbed into his car and started the engine. "I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we can kick Chloe out of the office for a few hours, and talk there." Pete started to back out of the driveway. Clark watched until he had turned out of his property before starting up to the loft.
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Chloe was tired, there was no denying that. She had tracked down her lead on a story, which didn't turn out to be much. All she had found was another crop circle. She seemed to be getting a lot of reports of those these days. Perhaps something big was brewing in Smallville that her weird radar hadn't picked up on yet. She snorted. Like that had ever happened.
Sighing, Chloe began to get ready for bed. Climbing in, she settled down and wondered if she'd have a better nights sleep.
~FLASH~
Chloe, Clark and Pete were all in Pete's car speeding down a dirt road going about 80 miles per hour. Clark peaked his head over the drivers seat.
"Come on Pete, go faster," he said to Pete, who was driving.
"I'm driving, I'm driving," Pete said. He shot a quick glance at Chloe who was in the passenger seat. She bent the mirror toward her so she could put on her lipstick. When she was done, she tilted the mirror to get a better view of Clark in the back seat.
"Hey Clark," Chloe said with a playful smile and a glint in her eye. "What other superpowers you got?
Clark looked at her with one of those thousand mile stares and said, "Why don't you come back here and find out?" Clark pulled Chloe into the backseat.
"Hey hey hey," Pete protested. "This isn't a pimpmobile. Dang, Chloe. Never knew you had all that." Pete took a glance over his shoulder at the two lovebirds in the throws of passion before returning his attention to the road.
"Just keep your eyes on the road, Pete," Clark said as he and Chloe began to make out with no sign of stopping. Pete angled the rearview mirror to get a better look at the back seat.
"Guys," he said. "Get a room!" Pete chuckled as the two lovers continued on with their making out.
"Where's the fun in that, Pete?" Clark asked as he laughed.
"Pete," Chloe said breathlessly, "I want you to make a quick pit stop before we go to the gorge."
"Where?" he asked.
"The Talon," Chloe replied before being sucked back into Clark's embrace and endured his kisses once more.
"Oh man," Pete said sounding excited.
~FLASH~
For the second time in two nights, Chloe sat up right in bed after being awoken by a strange dream. And for the second time in two nights, the dream was about Clark. Yet this time, it had felt more real. She could actually feel Clark pressing up against her body and his lips on her own. She pulled out the pencil and pad of paper she had used the night before and began adding to her list. As she was writing, she began to scold herself about being so stupid and thinking Clark would ever kiss her that way.
"My God Sullivan," she said. "You are cracking up. It's official." Chloe glanced at the clock across the room. 3:49 am. She knew she needed to get some more sleep. She tried to roll over and fall asleep, but one sensation kept plaguing her; the sensation of Clarks lips on her own. She could almost still feel him. Cursing, she threw the pad of paper and pencil across the room and held tight to her pillow.
"Sullivan," she told herself, "Don't wish for that which you can never have." Feeling the tears starting to come to her eyes, Chloe laid back and started to drift off into dream land. But before long, a tiny detail came back to her and hit her with such a force, she sat upright in bed almost immediately.
"SUPERPOWERS? CLARK?" Chloe almost screamed.
Back to the basics. The usual disclaimers: I don't own them. I wish that I did. The story is still rated PG for now. Again, some slight spoilers for Rush, and this story assumes that you are familiar with the show and its premise. THANX and Enjoy!
~Remembering Rushes Past~
"Wait a minute, Clark said. "What did you say?" He was stunned to hear those words out of Pete's mouth and was sure that he had heard him wrong.
Pete looked around nervously. "I'm serious man," he said. "I woke up this morning after having this dream that I was riding my dirt bike on the sidewalk across from the Talon." Pete was trying real hard to keep his cool, but he was having some obvious trouble.
"Pete, are you sure?" Clark asked with a hint of skepticism in his voice. "After all, this is Smallville: Land of the strange. Maybe you just thought you remembered it because of what I told you had happened when you were infected." He was pacing around the Torch office, eyeing the door. Chloe had probably only stepped out for a few minutes, and both Clark and Pete knew that she could come bounding in through the door at anytime wanting the two of them to go off and help her track down another story.
"Yeah man," Pete said. "I'm positive. I can tell you details about this that you never told me. Like what I said. I don't remember you ever giving out scripts to our conversation!" He had taken up Clark's choice of pacing around the office.
"Hey, just the two strong men I was looking for," Chloe said with much enthusiasm as she came bounding into the office. "I just got-"
"-A new lead on a potentially interesting story," Clark and Pete said in unison.
"Okay, now I have the feeling that I am becoming too predictable," Chloe said with a hint of sarcasm. "So how about it, you two gonna help me?"
"Um, maybe later Chloe," Clark said. "Me and Pete have to finish talking about something." Seeing the hurt look on Chloe's face, he added quickly, "Guy stuff."
"Really?" Chloe asked. "What kind of guy stuff?"
"Just..Dreams," Pete said. He looked to Clark for some kind of reaction as to if he had leaked too much information. Clark gave a smile to let him know what he said was okay. "The kind that are pretty embarrassing," Pete added. This was getting uncomfortable fast.
"Oh," Chloe said not totally convinced. Shrugging, she picked up the nearest file folder and pretended to look busy.
"Well then, Bye Chloe," Clark said as the two guys turned and started to walk out.
"While you guys are talking about the subject, I had this really interesting dream last night," Chloe said. Clark and Pete stopped dead in their tracks. "Actually," Chloe looked up from her folder, "both of you were in it."
"What was it about?" Clark asked. 'Please nothing that happened when you were infected.' He silently pleaded.
"It was really weird," Chloe answered thoughtfully. "It was almost Wall of Weird material actually. We were in you loft and Pete hit you, Clark, with a baseball bat and it broke. Sounds kinda silly huh?"
Clark and Pete shot glances at each other. This was definitely not good. "Uh, Chloe, I've got chores to finish up at home, so I'll catch you later, okay?" Clark asked.
"Sure," Chloe said. The two guys turned and left in what looked like to her a big hurry. "Nice to see that they appreciate little old me," she said to herself. "Again Sullivan, you are reaching out for someone who has already let you down. Why bother anymore?" Chloe sighed and tried to get back to the paper and her big story that now she would have to investigate alone.
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"Are you two one hundred percent sure?" Jonathon Kent asked Clark. "I don't want you to make any rash decisions." Jonathon glanced at his wife across the table. "I know how hard this secret was for you to take in, I'd rather not have to explain that again. Try to keep Chloe thinking that they are just dreams and not actual truths. That could prevent her from finding out to much."
"But Mr. Kent," Pete said. "Chloe won't stop investigating something until she finds out the truth." He looked at the other 3 people at the table.
"Well then Pete," Jonathon said. "Try to convince her that meteor rocks are influencing brainwaves of REM sleep, or something. ANYTHING to keep her from finding out what is in that storm cellar." He looked at the two boys very sternly. "I'd hate for our family to be torn apart by a teenage reporter's wild dreams of striking it big with a high school newspaper."
"Whatever you say, Dad," Clark said. "Come on Pete, let's go up to the loft and figure out a plan." He stood to leave, and Pete did the same. The two walked outside. Pete stopped in front of his car and started to pull out his keys.
"Uh, rain check man?" Pete asked. "I gotta be home for dinner. I'm getting into enough trouble as it is making the dinner table by six."
"Okay," Clark said. "I'll see you tomorrow, and we'll talk about it then, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Pete responded. He climbed into his car and started the engine. "I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we can kick Chloe out of the office for a few hours, and talk there." Pete started to back out of the driveway. Clark watched until he had turned out of his property before starting up to the loft.
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Chloe was tired, there was no denying that. She had tracked down her lead on a story, which didn't turn out to be much. All she had found was another crop circle. She seemed to be getting a lot of reports of those these days. Perhaps something big was brewing in Smallville that her weird radar hadn't picked up on yet. She snorted. Like that had ever happened.
Sighing, Chloe began to get ready for bed. Climbing in, she settled down and wondered if she'd have a better nights sleep.
~FLASH~
Chloe, Clark and Pete were all in Pete's car speeding down a dirt road going about 80 miles per hour. Clark peaked his head over the drivers seat.
"Come on Pete, go faster," he said to Pete, who was driving.
"I'm driving, I'm driving," Pete said. He shot a quick glance at Chloe who was in the passenger seat. She bent the mirror toward her so she could put on her lipstick. When she was done, she tilted the mirror to get a better view of Clark in the back seat.
"Hey Clark," Chloe said with a playful smile and a glint in her eye. "What other superpowers you got?
Clark looked at her with one of those thousand mile stares and said, "Why don't you come back here and find out?" Clark pulled Chloe into the backseat.
"Hey hey hey," Pete protested. "This isn't a pimpmobile. Dang, Chloe. Never knew you had all that." Pete took a glance over his shoulder at the two lovebirds in the throws of passion before returning his attention to the road.
"Just keep your eyes on the road, Pete," Clark said as he and Chloe began to make out with no sign of stopping. Pete angled the rearview mirror to get a better look at the back seat.
"Guys," he said. "Get a room!" Pete chuckled as the two lovers continued on with their making out.
"Where's the fun in that, Pete?" Clark asked as he laughed.
"Pete," Chloe said breathlessly, "I want you to make a quick pit stop before we go to the gorge."
"Where?" he asked.
"The Talon," Chloe replied before being sucked back into Clark's embrace and endured his kisses once more.
"Oh man," Pete said sounding excited.
~FLASH~
For the second time in two nights, Chloe sat up right in bed after being awoken by a strange dream. And for the second time in two nights, the dream was about Clark. Yet this time, it had felt more real. She could actually feel Clark pressing up against her body and his lips on her own. She pulled out the pencil and pad of paper she had used the night before and began adding to her list. As she was writing, she began to scold herself about being so stupid and thinking Clark would ever kiss her that way.
"My God Sullivan," she said. "You are cracking up. It's official." Chloe glanced at the clock across the room. 3:49 am. She knew she needed to get some more sleep. She tried to roll over and fall asleep, but one sensation kept plaguing her; the sensation of Clarks lips on her own. She could almost still feel him. Cursing, she threw the pad of paper and pencil across the room and held tight to her pillow.
"Sullivan," she told herself, "Don't wish for that which you can never have." Feeling the tears starting to come to her eyes, Chloe laid back and started to drift off into dream land. But before long, a tiny detail came back to her and hit her with such a force, she sat upright in bed almost immediately.
"SUPERPOWERS? CLARK?" Chloe almost screamed.