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Back to Basics: No I don't own them, you would've never seen them if I did. Story is rated PG and assumes that you are familiar with the basics of the story, who knows what and so on.
Oh, final authors note, this story was originally placed just after Rush somewhere, but now it has definitely been placed somewhere after Rosetta too, so there are some slight spoilers for that episode as well. Sorry this wasn't clearer in earlier chapters.
ENJOY!
REMEBERING RUSHES PAST
Chloe was dazed and confused. Why did this dream of hers seem so damned specific about details? Usually dreams are vague and you are supposed to interpret the meaning of them by your self.
But this time, it was different.
"Chloe, are you okay?" Lana asked as she came into the room. "I heard you scream, are you okay?" Chloe smiled, ever since Lana had moved in, it had been like having a sister.
"Yeah," Chloe lied, "everything is fine. Just some bad dreams I guess." She hated lying to her, it just didn't feel right.
"You wanna talk about it?" Lana asked her looking genuinely concerned.
"No, not really. I'm okay. Just a bad dream. I'm okay to go back to sleep." All Chloe really wanted to do was get answers about what she was dreaming.
"Okay, if you need me, I'm just next door," Lana smiled and left the room, quietly closing the door behind her. "Somehow, I think she's lying to me," she thought, "but, I don't know how." Sighing softly, knowing in her heart, she was never going to get Chloe to admit to any deep seeding feeling she had, she went back to bed.
Chloe, on the other hand, couldn't find it in her to go back to sleep. She picked up her notepad and looked over what she had written. Picking up her pencil, she wrote in bold letters: "CLARK + SUPERPOWERS = ??????????" Sighing she put down the pencil and paper and started downstairs.
"Perhaps some tea will help me sleep. Heaven forbid I fall asleep during U.S. History tomorrow." Chloe busied herself with the tea as a futile attempt to forget what she remembered about her dreams. When her tea was made, she opened her laptop on her kitchen table and opened a new document.
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DREAMS
Point 1: Realistic, as if I'm actually there.
Point 2: Include Clark and Pete ONLY
Point 3: Both include mention and/or witness to some powers possessed by Clark
Point 4: Include Clarfkyujl;kfm jimk7hur6tygbvunj,
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Chloe head hit the keyboard and within moments she fell asleep with her document still on the screen.
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Clark was very worried, and when Clark was worried, Clark paced the loft like there was no tomorrow. He knew how Chloe was with anything that related to meteor rocks and could have a possible connection to her precious "Wall of Weird."
"But wait a minute," he thought to himself as he paused in front of his desk. "When Justin Gaines was Chloe's 'fling'," he felt the envy rise to his face at the thought of that, "She didn't write up his whole story in the Torch, maybe there is a chance she wouldn't write an exposé on one of her best friends.
Clark smiled. He should have more confidence in his friends. "After all," he thought, "didn't he say he was surprised that Chloe hadn't figured out his secret already?" Pete learned his secret with only minor glitches but loyalty to the end.
But he had had total confidence in Pete. Chloe was a whole other page.
For example, when his powers had forced him to draw the symbol for hope into the side of his barn, Chloe had reported on that.
"But Kent," he disciplined himself, "You and your parents didn't exactly come up with such a good reason WHY she shouldn't have reported on it. To her, it was a prank." Clark pounded his fist into a bale of hay. This was so frustrating. He watched the hay slowly float to the floor. If only he could tell Chloe the truth without her ending up in a mental facility because she thought she was crazy, he would, in a heartbeat.
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"Chloe what is this?" Lana asked jerking Chloe out of her sleep. Lana was pointing to the screen on Chloe's laptop, which still had her document open on it. Chloe hastily tried to close the laptop before Lana read too much.
"What is what, Lana?" she asked.
"I mean, when you said last night you were okay to go back to sleep, I thought you meant in your bed, not down here on the kitchen table," Lana said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Oh," Chloe said with slight embarrassment, "I started to, but then I couldn't sleep so I came down here and started stories for next weeks Torch. I figured, if I couldn't sleep, might as well get some work done."
"Whatever Chloe," Lana replied, "Just you might want to consider getting ready for school as the school bus comes in a few minutes."
"DAMNED IT ALL!!" Chloe screamed as she ran from the room to get ready for school. She got ready for school in record time, and was (thankfully) back downstairs before the bus came. She had just enough time to grab her backpack and make it out her door before the bus pulled up front of her driveway.
On her way to school, her mind kept drifting back to her dreams. It was so stupid. How could her brain be telling her about some event that she didn't even remember?
BUT WAIT
Chloe sat dumbstruck as a though hit her. Her mother left when she was very little. Yet sometimes, when she dreamt, she could almost feel her mother holding her and singing to her like she had done when she was a little baby. "Maybe" Chloe thought, "Just because you don't consciously remember a memory, doesn't mean is didn't actually happen. Perhaps this did happen, and I'm only now remembering it. But when?"
Just then, Chloe decided that she would ask Clark about what they meant. He was in those dreams, and besides, they involved a secret about him. It was slowly becoming clearer that Clark Kent was way more than what he appeared to be.
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Clark hadn't seen Chloe all day, and honestly, he was getting worried. After 2nd period, he popped into the Torch to see if perhaps she was in there working on the "big story" she had mentioned earlier. There she was typing madly at the computer.
"Chloe," Clark said, "How's the Torch coming?"
Chloe quickly minimized her document from last night. "Not bad. Hey, I've been looking for you all day. I had something I wanted to talk to you about." She took a deep breath and said, "Clark, why do I all of a sudden have dreams of you with special superpowers?"
Clark turned suddenly and knocked over a stack of papers in the process. "What do you mean? Me? Superpowers? Are you sure you didn't take one too many hits to the head Chloe?" He was panicking. If Chloe remembered.then there was no telling what could get out.
"I'm serious," Chloe said sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "It seems like these dreams are of something that I did, but don't remember. Like when you were a baby. I know I've been there, I just can't tell you when and why. Why am I having these dreams Clark? Did I really do this? Did I really see you get hit with a baseball bat? Did I really make out with you in the back of a car? What am I dreaming of Clark?"
Clark had reclaimed some of his stature. "But Chloe, what makes you think I know what you are talking about? Because right now, I think you are crazy."
"Clark, I'm just telling you that I dreamed-" Chloe began.
"You know what, Chloe?" Clark interrupted, almost yelling. "There is your problem right there. You DREAMED this happened. Meaning it came from YOUR mind. It's not some memory, it's not some event that actually happened. It is merely a dream. Something that YOUR mind cooked up. Now if you'll excuse me, I have chores to do at home." He picked up his backpack and made his way towards the door.
"But Clark-" She started
"Later Chloe," He said as he breezed out of the Torch office.
Chloe sat down in her chair. She hadn't meant to get Clark so upset. Blinking back tears, Chloe began typing her article. This was stupid. Clark was one of her best friends, and best friends shouldn't fight. Getting frustrated with the article, Chloe retired to the couch. As she began to think about their confrontation, she realized how stupid she must of sounded. She was demanding a answers to questions that Clark had no idea how to answer.
"You should go apologize Sullivan," She thought. "After all, it was your fault, YOU deserved to be yelled at. Why would Clark know the answers to the questions you were asking him? You must of sounded like an idiot to him. You've gotta say you're sorry for being such an ass."
Knowing that she was right, Chloe went out to her car, started it up, and headed out towards the Kent farm.
Back to Basics: No I don't own them, you would've never seen them if I did. Story is rated PG and assumes that you are familiar with the basics of the story, who knows what and so on.
Oh, final authors note, this story was originally placed just after Rush somewhere, but now it has definitely been placed somewhere after Rosetta too, so there are some slight spoilers for that episode as well. Sorry this wasn't clearer in earlier chapters.
ENJOY!
REMEBERING RUSHES PAST
Chloe was dazed and confused. Why did this dream of hers seem so damned specific about details? Usually dreams are vague and you are supposed to interpret the meaning of them by your self.
But this time, it was different.
"Chloe, are you okay?" Lana asked as she came into the room. "I heard you scream, are you okay?" Chloe smiled, ever since Lana had moved in, it had been like having a sister.
"Yeah," Chloe lied, "everything is fine. Just some bad dreams I guess." She hated lying to her, it just didn't feel right.
"You wanna talk about it?" Lana asked her looking genuinely concerned.
"No, not really. I'm okay. Just a bad dream. I'm okay to go back to sleep." All Chloe really wanted to do was get answers about what she was dreaming.
"Okay, if you need me, I'm just next door," Lana smiled and left the room, quietly closing the door behind her. "Somehow, I think she's lying to me," she thought, "but, I don't know how." Sighing softly, knowing in her heart, she was never going to get Chloe to admit to any deep seeding feeling she had, she went back to bed.
Chloe, on the other hand, couldn't find it in her to go back to sleep. She picked up her notepad and looked over what she had written. Picking up her pencil, she wrote in bold letters: "CLARK + SUPERPOWERS = ??????????" Sighing she put down the pencil and paper and started downstairs.
"Perhaps some tea will help me sleep. Heaven forbid I fall asleep during U.S. History tomorrow." Chloe busied herself with the tea as a futile attempt to forget what she remembered about her dreams. When her tea was made, she opened her laptop on her kitchen table and opened a new document.
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DREAMS
Point 1: Realistic, as if I'm actually there.
Point 2: Include Clark and Pete ONLY
Point 3: Both include mention and/or witness to some powers possessed by Clark
Point 4: Include Clarfkyujl;kfm jimk7hur6tygbvunj,
~
Chloe head hit the keyboard and within moments she fell asleep with her document still on the screen.
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Clark was very worried, and when Clark was worried, Clark paced the loft like there was no tomorrow. He knew how Chloe was with anything that related to meteor rocks and could have a possible connection to her precious "Wall of Weird."
"But wait a minute," he thought to himself as he paused in front of his desk. "When Justin Gaines was Chloe's 'fling'," he felt the envy rise to his face at the thought of that, "She didn't write up his whole story in the Torch, maybe there is a chance she wouldn't write an exposé on one of her best friends.
Clark smiled. He should have more confidence in his friends. "After all," he thought, "didn't he say he was surprised that Chloe hadn't figured out his secret already?" Pete learned his secret with only minor glitches but loyalty to the end.
But he had had total confidence in Pete. Chloe was a whole other page.
For example, when his powers had forced him to draw the symbol for hope into the side of his barn, Chloe had reported on that.
"But Kent," he disciplined himself, "You and your parents didn't exactly come up with such a good reason WHY she shouldn't have reported on it. To her, it was a prank." Clark pounded his fist into a bale of hay. This was so frustrating. He watched the hay slowly float to the floor. If only he could tell Chloe the truth without her ending up in a mental facility because she thought she was crazy, he would, in a heartbeat.
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"Chloe what is this?" Lana asked jerking Chloe out of her sleep. Lana was pointing to the screen on Chloe's laptop, which still had her document open on it. Chloe hastily tried to close the laptop before Lana read too much.
"What is what, Lana?" she asked.
"I mean, when you said last night you were okay to go back to sleep, I thought you meant in your bed, not down here on the kitchen table," Lana said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Oh," Chloe said with slight embarrassment, "I started to, but then I couldn't sleep so I came down here and started stories for next weeks Torch. I figured, if I couldn't sleep, might as well get some work done."
"Whatever Chloe," Lana replied, "Just you might want to consider getting ready for school as the school bus comes in a few minutes."
"DAMNED IT ALL!!" Chloe screamed as she ran from the room to get ready for school. She got ready for school in record time, and was (thankfully) back downstairs before the bus came. She had just enough time to grab her backpack and make it out her door before the bus pulled up front of her driveway.
On her way to school, her mind kept drifting back to her dreams. It was so stupid. How could her brain be telling her about some event that she didn't even remember?
BUT WAIT
Chloe sat dumbstruck as a though hit her. Her mother left when she was very little. Yet sometimes, when she dreamt, she could almost feel her mother holding her and singing to her like she had done when she was a little baby. "Maybe" Chloe thought, "Just because you don't consciously remember a memory, doesn't mean is didn't actually happen. Perhaps this did happen, and I'm only now remembering it. But when?"
Just then, Chloe decided that she would ask Clark about what they meant. He was in those dreams, and besides, they involved a secret about him. It was slowly becoming clearer that Clark Kent was way more than what he appeared to be.
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Clark hadn't seen Chloe all day, and honestly, he was getting worried. After 2nd period, he popped into the Torch to see if perhaps she was in there working on the "big story" she had mentioned earlier. There she was typing madly at the computer.
"Chloe," Clark said, "How's the Torch coming?"
Chloe quickly minimized her document from last night. "Not bad. Hey, I've been looking for you all day. I had something I wanted to talk to you about." She took a deep breath and said, "Clark, why do I all of a sudden have dreams of you with special superpowers?"
Clark turned suddenly and knocked over a stack of papers in the process. "What do you mean? Me? Superpowers? Are you sure you didn't take one too many hits to the head Chloe?" He was panicking. If Chloe remembered.then there was no telling what could get out.
"I'm serious," Chloe said sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "It seems like these dreams are of something that I did, but don't remember. Like when you were a baby. I know I've been there, I just can't tell you when and why. Why am I having these dreams Clark? Did I really do this? Did I really see you get hit with a baseball bat? Did I really make out with you in the back of a car? What am I dreaming of Clark?"
Clark had reclaimed some of his stature. "But Chloe, what makes you think I know what you are talking about? Because right now, I think you are crazy."
"Clark, I'm just telling you that I dreamed-" Chloe began.
"You know what, Chloe?" Clark interrupted, almost yelling. "There is your problem right there. You DREAMED this happened. Meaning it came from YOUR mind. It's not some memory, it's not some event that actually happened. It is merely a dream. Something that YOUR mind cooked up. Now if you'll excuse me, I have chores to do at home." He picked up his backpack and made his way towards the door.
"But Clark-" She started
"Later Chloe," He said as he breezed out of the Torch office.
Chloe sat down in her chair. She hadn't meant to get Clark so upset. Blinking back tears, Chloe began typing her article. This was stupid. Clark was one of her best friends, and best friends shouldn't fight. Getting frustrated with the article, Chloe retired to the couch. As she began to think about their confrontation, she realized how stupid she must of sounded. She was demanding a answers to questions that Clark had no idea how to answer.
"You should go apologize Sullivan," She thought. "After all, it was your fault, YOU deserved to be yelled at. Why would Clark know the answers to the questions you were asking him? You must of sounded like an idiot to him. You've gotta say you're sorry for being such an ass."
Knowing that she was right, Chloe went out to her car, started it up, and headed out towards the Kent farm.