A/N: Thanks to all those who have reviewed. Here is some more story. As
this is the first thing I'm writing, I don't know if it'll be finished in
this chapter. (he he. I feel like torturing you just a little bit)
Basics: I don't own them. If I did, Tom Welling would be my sex slave. (he he he) I'm only borrowing the story and its characters for my own little stories.
Again, Takes place AFTER Rosetta but before Visitor.
And now (Drum Roll Please...)
~Remembering Rushes Past~
"Chloe wait," Clark started to go after her as she began to descend the stairs of the loft. "Where are you going?"
"I know that there is some secret that you haven't told me about, or maybe you told me once, but I forgot somehow, so I'm giving you some time, Clark. Time to either decide to tell me the truth so I can stop thinking that I'm one of my wall of weird physic freaks or to concoct another outrageous story to tell me," Chloe turned back to him with her jaw set and her eyes full of sadness. "Whatever it is Clark, I can't believe you never told one of your best friends. It's like I don't even know you." Turning swiftly on her heal, she left the loft before he could see the tears beginning to fall from her eyes. "I'll be at my house eating dinner pretending that nothing is wrong if you decide to come around and tell me what I am missing."
Clark watched her walk away. "Kent, you can't do this. You care about her," he said to himself. "You gotta tell her the truth, no matter what." Clark took a deep breath and ran after Chloe.
"Chloe!" He yelled. "Wait," He jogged up beside her car as she was climbing in.
"Wow Clark," she said with a voice full of sarcasm. "You came up with a lie so fast? You must have practice."
Clark blinked at what Chloe said. She didn't know how close she was to the truth. He took a deep breath and looked her right in the eye. "Tomorrow. After school. I'll tell you then. Take the bus to school. I'll take you home." Clark turned and walked back to his loft before he could see the astonished look upon her face.
Chloe watched Clark as he walked back to his loft. "Wow. He's actually going tell me everything." Looking at the keys in her hand, she slowly put them into the ignition and turned on the car. Glancing back at his slowly retreating back, she put the car in gear and pulled out of the driveway with the radio blasting.
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"Dad, I have to tell her, I have no choice," Clark protested. "I owe her the truth. That is the least that I owe her." He looked at his father with an almost pleading glance.
"Son, this will become a landslide. You tell her, who will you tell next? Lana? Lex? We need to stop this before it becomes any bigger," Jonathon argued. "We were worried enough when you told Pete, but he understood and has kept his silence. Chloe is...well, Chloe is Chloe. She has that reporter instinct that causes her to dig into things and find out the truth. Remember the barn burning incident?" He cast a stern look at Clark. "I just don't want a repeat of that."
"But Dad, I told her once before--" Clark began.
"Look Clark, I said no, and that is final," Jonathon said.
"Jonathon," Martha said. "Take it from a girl who knows, Chloe just wants to know what she is being left out of."
"Look, son, you know that all we want is for you to be safe," Jonathon rose from his chair and began to pace the kitchen. "And telling Chloe Sullivan would not keep this safe."
"Dad, I told her once before and-" Clark began
"And if you remember, she was not herself. She drove off a cliff for Christ's sake," Jonathon was almost yelling now.
"Actually...Pete was driving," Clark said attentively. His dad glared at him with a look that shot daggers.
"You know what I mean, Clark," he said. Looking around at his family, he realized that he was at a long shot to win this argument. Sighing, he turned to Clark. "If you do, it has to be right after school, and here on this property. I'm not having you do it in public."
"Of course Dad," Clark said quickly.
"Fine, tomorrow after school," Jonathon said. He glanced a look at his wife. "We'll let you tell her, but we'll be in the house in case you may need us."
"Thanks Dad," Clark declared before getting up.
"It's getting late, and you have chores and homework to do," Martha said. Clark nodded in agreement before rushing out of the house to get them done. She crossed the room to where her husband was looking out at the fields. "What's wrong now?"
"I'm just wondering if we are doing the right thing letting him tell Chloe," he turned to look at his wife. "I suppose he has a right to tell her knowing what she knows now, but I can't help but be worried."
"It's okay Jonathon," Martha said. "It'll all work out okay."
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"Seriously Pete, I'm telling her after school," Clark said as they walked down the hall. "My parents gave the go ahead."
"Wait, wait, wait," Pete broke in. "You parents were upset when you told me, but they are okay if you tell Chloe, in fact they give it their seal of approval?" He shook his head. "Man, that is one screwed up family."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that they gave it their 'Seal of Approval,' I just think more that they want Chloe to stop snooping around trying to figure out what burned our barn, among other things," Clark spun the dial on his locker and reached in to get his books.
"If you say so," Pete said.
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Chloe waited for Clark by his locker. She tried not to appear anxious, but was having difficulty. She bent down to tie her shoe and when she stood up, Clark was standing in front of her. He smiled at her, looking almost strained.
"You ready?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be, Farm Boy," she followed him out of the school and climbed into his truck. "Where exactly are we going?"
"My house," he answered without taking his eyes off the road. Chloe sunk back into her seat, not trying to push the subject any further. She simply enjoyed the silence and watched the corn as they drove down the road leading to the Kent house and, she hoped, the answers to all of her questions.
"I don't think I'm overly curious," Chloe thought to herself. "It's just right now, I think I'm crazy. Seriously. In the past week now, I've had so many dreams concerning Clark Kent and him doing crazy extraordinary things. Him getting hit on the back with a bat and showing no mark, catching me as I fell off a balcony, catching a car in midair..."
"Chloe, we're here," Clark exited the car and reached in back for his backpack. "Up to the loft." She watched his retreating back.
"Here goes nothing," She smiled and followed him
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A/N: Okay, I was gonna do the revelation this chapter, but this seemed to be a good stopping point. It's kinda short, but it'll have to do. Expect another post soon!
Chao!
Basics: I don't own them. If I did, Tom Welling would be my sex slave. (he he he) I'm only borrowing the story and its characters for my own little stories.
Again, Takes place AFTER Rosetta but before Visitor.
And now (Drum Roll Please...)
~Remembering Rushes Past~
"Chloe wait," Clark started to go after her as she began to descend the stairs of the loft. "Where are you going?"
"I know that there is some secret that you haven't told me about, or maybe you told me once, but I forgot somehow, so I'm giving you some time, Clark. Time to either decide to tell me the truth so I can stop thinking that I'm one of my wall of weird physic freaks or to concoct another outrageous story to tell me," Chloe turned back to him with her jaw set and her eyes full of sadness. "Whatever it is Clark, I can't believe you never told one of your best friends. It's like I don't even know you." Turning swiftly on her heal, she left the loft before he could see the tears beginning to fall from her eyes. "I'll be at my house eating dinner pretending that nothing is wrong if you decide to come around and tell me what I am missing."
Clark watched her walk away. "Kent, you can't do this. You care about her," he said to himself. "You gotta tell her the truth, no matter what." Clark took a deep breath and ran after Chloe.
"Chloe!" He yelled. "Wait," He jogged up beside her car as she was climbing in.
"Wow Clark," she said with a voice full of sarcasm. "You came up with a lie so fast? You must have practice."
Clark blinked at what Chloe said. She didn't know how close she was to the truth. He took a deep breath and looked her right in the eye. "Tomorrow. After school. I'll tell you then. Take the bus to school. I'll take you home." Clark turned and walked back to his loft before he could see the astonished look upon her face.
Chloe watched Clark as he walked back to his loft. "Wow. He's actually going tell me everything." Looking at the keys in her hand, she slowly put them into the ignition and turned on the car. Glancing back at his slowly retreating back, she put the car in gear and pulled out of the driveway with the radio blasting.
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"Dad, I have to tell her, I have no choice," Clark protested. "I owe her the truth. That is the least that I owe her." He looked at his father with an almost pleading glance.
"Son, this will become a landslide. You tell her, who will you tell next? Lana? Lex? We need to stop this before it becomes any bigger," Jonathon argued. "We were worried enough when you told Pete, but he understood and has kept his silence. Chloe is...well, Chloe is Chloe. She has that reporter instinct that causes her to dig into things and find out the truth. Remember the barn burning incident?" He cast a stern look at Clark. "I just don't want a repeat of that."
"But Dad, I told her once before--" Clark began.
"Look Clark, I said no, and that is final," Jonathon said.
"Jonathon," Martha said. "Take it from a girl who knows, Chloe just wants to know what she is being left out of."
"Look, son, you know that all we want is for you to be safe," Jonathon rose from his chair and began to pace the kitchen. "And telling Chloe Sullivan would not keep this safe."
"Dad, I told her once before and-" Clark began
"And if you remember, she was not herself. She drove off a cliff for Christ's sake," Jonathon was almost yelling now.
"Actually...Pete was driving," Clark said attentively. His dad glared at him with a look that shot daggers.
"You know what I mean, Clark," he said. Looking around at his family, he realized that he was at a long shot to win this argument. Sighing, he turned to Clark. "If you do, it has to be right after school, and here on this property. I'm not having you do it in public."
"Of course Dad," Clark said quickly.
"Fine, tomorrow after school," Jonathon said. He glanced a look at his wife. "We'll let you tell her, but we'll be in the house in case you may need us."
"Thanks Dad," Clark declared before getting up.
"It's getting late, and you have chores and homework to do," Martha said. Clark nodded in agreement before rushing out of the house to get them done. She crossed the room to where her husband was looking out at the fields. "What's wrong now?"
"I'm just wondering if we are doing the right thing letting him tell Chloe," he turned to look at his wife. "I suppose he has a right to tell her knowing what she knows now, but I can't help but be worried."
"It's okay Jonathon," Martha said. "It'll all work out okay."
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"Seriously Pete, I'm telling her after school," Clark said as they walked down the hall. "My parents gave the go ahead."
"Wait, wait, wait," Pete broke in. "You parents were upset when you told me, but they are okay if you tell Chloe, in fact they give it their seal of approval?" He shook his head. "Man, that is one screwed up family."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that they gave it their 'Seal of Approval,' I just think more that they want Chloe to stop snooping around trying to figure out what burned our barn, among other things," Clark spun the dial on his locker and reached in to get his books.
"If you say so," Pete said.
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Chloe waited for Clark by his locker. She tried not to appear anxious, but was having difficulty. She bent down to tie her shoe and when she stood up, Clark was standing in front of her. He smiled at her, looking almost strained.
"You ready?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be, Farm Boy," she followed him out of the school and climbed into his truck. "Where exactly are we going?"
"My house," he answered without taking his eyes off the road. Chloe sunk back into her seat, not trying to push the subject any further. She simply enjoyed the silence and watched the corn as they drove down the road leading to the Kent house and, she hoped, the answers to all of her questions.
"I don't think I'm overly curious," Chloe thought to herself. "It's just right now, I think I'm crazy. Seriously. In the past week now, I've had so many dreams concerning Clark Kent and him doing crazy extraordinary things. Him getting hit on the back with a bat and showing no mark, catching me as I fell off a balcony, catching a car in midair..."
"Chloe, we're here," Clark exited the car and reached in back for his backpack. "Up to the loft." She watched his retreating back.
"Here goes nothing," She smiled and followed him
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A/N: Okay, I was gonna do the revelation this chapter, but this seemed to be a good stopping point. It's kinda short, but it'll have to do. Expect another post soon!
Chao!