Premonition
by Lener
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville.
Chapter Fifteen
The morning sun streamed in through the flowing cream curtains of Chloe's room, and she opened her eyes to see the tiny cracks on the white ceiling of her room. Events of the previous night flooded back into her head, and she recalled the excruciating pain by which the meteor infection had left her.
She got out of bed and pulled on some clothes. Then, on an impulse, picked up her six pound weights. They felt just like six pound weights. With a little pang, Chloe realised that her supernatural powers had indeed left her.
Then something more important crept into her thoughts.
*
Chloe stood at the doorway and reached up to rap on the screen door. Inside she could see the bustling figure of Mrs. Kent washing dishes at the sink. Clark's mother looked up, saw Chloe and turned off the tap. After drying her hands on the hand cloth that hung on the wall next to the sink, she scurried over to the door and opened it for Chloe, who thanked her.
"Chloe! How nice to see you, take a seat," Mrs. Kent indicated the clean table in the middle of the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?" Chloe asked, but Mrs. Kent waved her offer away quickly.
"No, no, those can be washed later!"
Chloe took a seat, and so did Mrs. Kent.
"Well, I'd like to get straight to the point if you don't mind me, Mrs. Kent. As you'd have probably guessed, I'm here to try to see Clark, seeing as you would have most probably placed under some serious curfew after what happened last night, which I assume you no idea of…" Chloe said.
"Actually, we do."
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Everything?"
"Yes, everything. Clark told us everything when he got back, and although his father and I were initially furious with him…"
"Well, Mrs. Kent, you have every right to be furious, but please, you should be furious with the right person. And that would be me. I led Clark into the whole mess of last night, and for that I am truly sorry. You should be very proud of your son- he risked his life to save a student last night, and I hold him in pretty high regard right now," Chloe continued.
"Why Chloe! Why would we be furious with you? Clark told us everything, about your infection with the meteor rocks and, it wasn't your fault!"
"Well, it might not have been my fault, but I did contribute. I had powers I never knew could exist in real life, and I guess I got carried away trying to save everyone. And I realized that it takes a handful of people to really know how to save others, you know? Maybe I'm just not cut out for that, even with special powers. But it felt good to be doing something- changing someone's life…"
"Chloe," Mrs. Kent broke in, "you did make a difference. You saved Clark's life. I'm sure you have made a definite change in his life. If it weren't for you, he'd most probably be…"
Chloe watched as Clark's mother held back tears that threatened to spill forth from her eyes. Feeling somewhat guilty, she pushed the container she'd been holding across the table towards Mrs. Kent.
"I'm sorry. Please, take this… it was the least I could do," she explained, shaking her head.
Mrs. Kent smiled slightly, and picked up the container bemusedly. She gasped as she pulled the top off. Inside was a delicious pile of macadamia oatmeal cookies. Laughing a little, Mrs. Kent picked up the cookie right at the top and bit into it. Her eyes widened immediately. "Why, Chloe, they're delicious! And they taste strangely like the ones Lana gave me just… yesterday…"
"Naturally," Chloe smiled, "I made those too."
"Well, I'd best be going now, Mrs. Kent. Take care of yourself and Mr. Kent, and oh, and tell Clark that-"
"Why don't you tell Clark yourself?" Mrs. Kent interrupted her with a beaming smile, and jerked her thumb in the direction of the stairwell behind Chloe. Chloe whirled around and felt her heart skip a beat. Clark was standing at the bottom of the stairs, equally surprised to see her.
"Chloe!" he exclaimed, flashing his pearly whites.
"Take it to the loft, you two," Mrs. Kent just laughed.
*
The whole time Clark led Chloe to the loft, all he could think of was how he was going to tell her what he had to. Millions of methods ran through his mind, but none of them seemed perfect. His palms felt sweaty, and he ran them down the sides of his jeans as they ascended the stairs.
"You're nervous," Chloe remarked as she seated herself gingerly at the age of the worn out sofa in his loft. Clark forced a laugh, and pretended not to be.
"You were wiping your palms against the side of your jeans," Chloe continued, then glancing at his nonplussed look, "it's a trademark action you do… I've not been your childhood best friend for nothing, Clark."
Clark laughed, but this time it was a genuine laugh.
He relaxed totally after that, and chided himself inwardly.
Clark! What have you been so afraid of? This is Chloe. She's your best friend… She's the one who makes you laugh, and just sets your soul at ease… That's the reason why you're going to tell her how you feel anyway. She'd never make you nervous, or your palms sweat…
"But she just did!"
"Huh?"
Clark, realizing he'd said the last portion of his thoughts out loud, bit his lip and blushed.
*
Oh gosh… he looks adorable.
"Clark I-"
"Chloe-"
They both spoke at the same time.
"You go first," Chloe quickly gave way.
"Chloe, I've been thinking, and… about what you said to me at the dance…"
"Oh! That. I… Don't bother about that, Clark. I was… angry- blinded. I said things I shouldn't have said."
"No. You were right. I was too much of a coward. I… I wanted to hold on to other things because I was unsure of whether I had the one I wanted or not."
What on Earth is he talking about? Chloe thought. But she sat where she was and watched as Clark paced the length of the loft, deep in thought. He looks so sorrowful; I just wish I could help him…
"I… I don't understand you, Clark," she finally said.
Clark stopped pacing and turned to look at her, his piercing deep green eyes locking with her hazel green ones. For a split second Chloe fell into ocean of him, and felt infinity rush through her blood in a hot wave, engulfing her.
"Perhaps words won't be able to help, in this situation," Clark said slowly, his sentence punctuated by the measured steps he took until he was right in front of the sofa.
"Don't be ridiculous, Clark," Chloe rose to meet him, "words always-"
She stopped when he placed his finger on her lips.
Startled, she tried to take a step back, but the couch hit the back of her calves and stopped her. Besides, she probably would not have had the energy to even move back, because the tingles that flowed from his finger to her body seemed to attract her like a very powerful magnet.
"Perhaps… if I showed you what I mean…" he said, his voice almost a whisper.
His face inched nearer to hers until they were just millimeters apart. Chloe closed her eyes… She could feel his breath against her lips… And then very suddenly, he kissed her. His lips were warm against hers, and the breathed in his masculine, piney scent.
*
Clark broke the kiss as Chloe pulled away, laughing.
"What's the matter?" he asked, worried.
"To think," she said, in between cackles, "to think that I was actually tempted to send you flying 30 feet with a punch!"
He smiled, then launched a full tickle assault on her, sending her crashing into the sofa, squealing.
"I've got you," he said, cornering her against the wall.
They kissed again.
Author's Note: UGH!!!!!!! FLUFF!!!!!!!! *spits* Sorry… as much as I like Chlark, I HATE to write gross romantic stuff… that's so… tame and… romantic! LOL… I'm more of a sadistic romantic person. HAHAHA *laughs maniacally* Anyway, new story MIGHT be coming up if I can straight the plot out! But I'm sure everyone's pretty sick of my stories by now… so… lol… Last ever replies!!!!! And this was a pretty long chapter, huh? Let's just say, a special treat. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed this fic so faithfully, I really appreciate your enthusiasm!!!