This is my first attempt at a Smallville story so I'm not sure if its been done already or whatever…
Its got kind of a Mutant X crossover but only because of the original character so if you don't watch Mutant X that's fine.
I hope y'all enjoy. Please try and review.
Have a nice day.
***
The setting sun shone through the half open window as Chloe pushed the button on her computer to turn it off. She had been so preoccupied with the story she had been writing that she had completely lost track of time.
She packed away her collection of pads and pens and threw away the few extra sheets of paper that always seemed to litter her desk and the surrounding floor after one of her intense writing sessions. She walked the short way to the window and closed it, taking a couple of minutes to appreciate the beauty that was spread out before her eyes. Fields progressed to meet the horizon, the leaves in the trees whispered incoherent words as a slight breeze swept through them. Over to her left the football field lay. The team was just wrapping up practice, getting ready to go home like her.
She turned around and walked back to her desk. Slinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder, she switched off the overhead lights and shut the door behind her, locking it before she went. Her sanctuary, her home away from home was safe for another night. She smiled slightly and then a yawn signalled that she had to get back to her real home.
***
He watched her as she closed and locked the door to the newspaper office. She dropped the bunch of keys into her shoulder bag and walked down the hall. Her hair shone whenever she walked past a beam of sunlight coming through a classroom door. Her hips swayed lightly as she walked and she looked around her. Chloe Sullivan could always be picked out in a crowd. She was beautiful but then so was Lana Lang and a number of other girls in school. But Chloe was different. She was interesting, observant, always looking beneath the surface. He could have watched her, watching everything else forever.
He crept around the corner and pulled a lock picking kit from his back pocket. He fiddled around with the door that Chloe had just minutes before locked. A click sounded and he was in. The door swung back on its hinges and he stepped into the now darkened room. Her scent clung to the air, refusing to dissipate. He looked around him at everything that Chloe held dear. He knew how much the Torch meant to her and it delighted him to see her put so much love and care into it. He stared at the Wall of Weird for a few minutes. This was exactly what he meant by always looking that little bit deeper than everyone else. All the other girls in school only saw what was in front of their faces, they were so completely superficial. They refused to give the time and effort that it would take to look at things from a different angle. They infuriated him with their meaningless conversations, snatches of which floated past his ears as he walked down the hall every day. Chloe was so superior to them but she didn't act like she was. He couldn't get over how perfect she was in every single way. And he was gonna let her know exactly how he felt he thought as he unlocked her filing cabinet and rifled through the pages held inside.
***
Clark looked over towards the farm house with its red barn and the trees surrounding the whole as he waited for the school bus. His father was carrying bales of hay to the truck and his mother had just walked out of the house letting the door swing closed behind her to bring him a mug of coffee. The birds were singing in the trees and the sun was just rising over the horizon into the cloudless, blue sky. The whole scene was so idyllic that Clark didn't even notice when Chloe drew up in her car beside him.
'Earth to Clark?'
'Huh?' Clark was pulled out of his reverie but it was a welcome interruption. He turned around and flashed a wide smile at his friend.
'You want a lift or are you just gonna stand here for a while longer?' she said, smiling back at him.
In reply Clark pulled open the car door and slid in, onto the imitation leather seat. Chloe pushed the car into gear and stepped on the gas. She was always a little more outrageous when driving, always wanting to get to where she was going fast so she didn't have to stay in one place for too long a period of time.
Chloe was continuously living in the future, always looking forward to the next day, the next week, the next year. She had always been a planner.
Clark on the other hand lived his life day by day. He couldn't afford to look too far ahead just in case he lost sight of the present. Chloe didn't have the same problems he did so she could afford to prepare herself for the wonderful life she was going to lead after high school and college and into her little old lady years. And that was okay with Clark. He had always been kind of jealous about other people's abilities to look ahead but now it didn't bother him quite so much. Sure, he would still love to be able to think about career prospects and what kind of house he was gonna live in and everything else that came with being an adult but he had his own abilities and they were pretty damn good in themselves.
***
He watched as Chloe's bright red car pulled into the school parking lot. She reversed into a space and he watched on, a smile flitting over his features as she got out of the car. The birds singing their sweet songs, the cloudless sky, the group of cheerleaders gathered in front of the school waiting for the rest of their gang to arrive, the gorgeous spring day in a long line of gorgeous spring days held nothing for him compared to the beauty of Chloe Sullivan.
And it wasn't just her looks that attracted him to her. It was the way she always looked like she had fire in her eyes, a fire that none of the cretins at school could ever have. And the way she thought about things. She was so completely different she had stood out from the very first moment he had laid eyes on her and heard her talk in class.
He looked across at Clark. They were always together and the way that Chloe looked at Clark made him so angry. Clark Kent didn't deserve to have Chloe spend one millisecond of her time thinking about him. Clark was worthless compared to Chloe.
His fingers closed inwards and balled up into a fist. He continued to watch as Chloe and Clark made their way through the jocks and cheerleaders into the school. He walked after them, wanting to keep Chloe in his sights for as long as possible. He looked on as Chloe and Clark spilt ways with a smile and a joke and she went into the Torch office.
His fingers unclenched, small, bright red half moons on his palm and he walked away to his locker, happy that he knew where she was.
***
'Hey Chloe,' Clark called out along the crowded corridor. 'You coming to the cafeteria to analyse what's in the meat today?'
Chloe smiled. Analysing the 'food' that the cafeteria dished out was one of the highlights of her day. 'Nope, I got work to do,' she called back over the heads of all the other students. The story that she had started researching the night before had been on her mind all day and she really wanted to give it her full attention.
Clark's smile drooped a little but he let it go. He knew how Chloe got when she wanted to work on a story. He was faster and stronger than wild horses and he couldn't have pulled her away. He waved at her as he turned and walked away, meeting up with Pete on the way.
'Chloe's not coming,' Clark informed him.
'Next big news story?'
'Yep.'
'You know what its about?' Pete asked. Chloe was always happy to talk about her latest obsession, interesting or not.
'No, she hasn't told me anything about it so I'm assuming its not all that supernatural.'
***
Chloe listened to the whirring sound of the computer connecting to the internet. The story she had been looking into was definitely going up on her wall of weird.
She started rapidly tapping away at the keyboard in front of her and came across the story she was looking into.
'Girl falls 50 feet from the roof of a building to the ground below and walks away,' Chloe read out loud. It was an interesting story in itself but what made it even better was that the girl had been chased as far as the police were able and the last they had seen of her she was heading into Smallville, home of all things weird and wonderful.
Chloe smiled, not realising that someone else was smiling, and watching, and waiting.
***
She walked through the car park to get to her car. She had, yet again stayed at school working on THE story till twelve. Surely this was not healthy for a teenage girl. Most people would have been dying to get away from the building that they described as hell as quickly as possible. But then Chloe never had been normal. She had always enjoyed the learning process and although she used to be ashamed of it now she embraced it as a part of who she was. Some people loved shopping, or playing sports, or watching movies and although she didn't mind doing the whole shopping thing or for that matter watching movies she was academic. As long as Clark and Pete understood and accepted that she was happy.
Maybe that was why Clark didn't like her as much as he liked Lana. She was popular and cute and she didn't hang out at the school until midnight. Chloe shook her head. She had to stop thinking like that. It wasn't important who Clark liked more, whatever happened between him and Lana she would always be there to help him out and listen to all his problems and share her wall of weird with him.
The window of her car shone in the moonlight and the trees rustled. It was eerie but Chloe was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't pay the world any attention. She rummaged in her bag with her right hand while she walked, trying to locate her car keys. She yanked them out and slipped them into the lock. As she pulled the car door open she got the strangest feeling. She looked around her, the back of her head burning.
He looked at her from his vantage point. Yet again he had picked the lock and sneaked into the room which held all of her secrets. He saw her turn and look back at him but nothing could be seen from the outside in the darkened room in which he was standing.
Chloe turned back to her car and hurriedly got in. She was tired and that always made her that bit more paranoid, if that was even possible.
She pulled the door closed behind her and locked it before driving away. She needed sleep.
Its got kind of a Mutant X crossover but only because of the original character so if you don't watch Mutant X that's fine.
I hope y'all enjoy. Please try and review.
Have a nice day.
***
The setting sun shone through the half open window as Chloe pushed the button on her computer to turn it off. She had been so preoccupied with the story she had been writing that she had completely lost track of time.
She packed away her collection of pads and pens and threw away the few extra sheets of paper that always seemed to litter her desk and the surrounding floor after one of her intense writing sessions. She walked the short way to the window and closed it, taking a couple of minutes to appreciate the beauty that was spread out before her eyes. Fields progressed to meet the horizon, the leaves in the trees whispered incoherent words as a slight breeze swept through them. Over to her left the football field lay. The team was just wrapping up practice, getting ready to go home like her.
She turned around and walked back to her desk. Slinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder, she switched off the overhead lights and shut the door behind her, locking it before she went. Her sanctuary, her home away from home was safe for another night. She smiled slightly and then a yawn signalled that she had to get back to her real home.
***
He watched her as she closed and locked the door to the newspaper office. She dropped the bunch of keys into her shoulder bag and walked down the hall. Her hair shone whenever she walked past a beam of sunlight coming through a classroom door. Her hips swayed lightly as she walked and she looked around her. Chloe Sullivan could always be picked out in a crowd. She was beautiful but then so was Lana Lang and a number of other girls in school. But Chloe was different. She was interesting, observant, always looking beneath the surface. He could have watched her, watching everything else forever.
He crept around the corner and pulled a lock picking kit from his back pocket. He fiddled around with the door that Chloe had just minutes before locked. A click sounded and he was in. The door swung back on its hinges and he stepped into the now darkened room. Her scent clung to the air, refusing to dissipate. He looked around him at everything that Chloe held dear. He knew how much the Torch meant to her and it delighted him to see her put so much love and care into it. He stared at the Wall of Weird for a few minutes. This was exactly what he meant by always looking that little bit deeper than everyone else. All the other girls in school only saw what was in front of their faces, they were so completely superficial. They refused to give the time and effort that it would take to look at things from a different angle. They infuriated him with their meaningless conversations, snatches of which floated past his ears as he walked down the hall every day. Chloe was so superior to them but she didn't act like she was. He couldn't get over how perfect she was in every single way. And he was gonna let her know exactly how he felt he thought as he unlocked her filing cabinet and rifled through the pages held inside.
***
Clark looked over towards the farm house with its red barn and the trees surrounding the whole as he waited for the school bus. His father was carrying bales of hay to the truck and his mother had just walked out of the house letting the door swing closed behind her to bring him a mug of coffee. The birds were singing in the trees and the sun was just rising over the horizon into the cloudless, blue sky. The whole scene was so idyllic that Clark didn't even notice when Chloe drew up in her car beside him.
'Earth to Clark?'
'Huh?' Clark was pulled out of his reverie but it was a welcome interruption. He turned around and flashed a wide smile at his friend.
'You want a lift or are you just gonna stand here for a while longer?' she said, smiling back at him.
In reply Clark pulled open the car door and slid in, onto the imitation leather seat. Chloe pushed the car into gear and stepped on the gas. She was always a little more outrageous when driving, always wanting to get to where she was going fast so she didn't have to stay in one place for too long a period of time.
Chloe was continuously living in the future, always looking forward to the next day, the next week, the next year. She had always been a planner.
Clark on the other hand lived his life day by day. He couldn't afford to look too far ahead just in case he lost sight of the present. Chloe didn't have the same problems he did so she could afford to prepare herself for the wonderful life she was going to lead after high school and college and into her little old lady years. And that was okay with Clark. He had always been kind of jealous about other people's abilities to look ahead but now it didn't bother him quite so much. Sure, he would still love to be able to think about career prospects and what kind of house he was gonna live in and everything else that came with being an adult but he had his own abilities and they were pretty damn good in themselves.
***
He watched as Chloe's bright red car pulled into the school parking lot. She reversed into a space and he watched on, a smile flitting over his features as she got out of the car. The birds singing their sweet songs, the cloudless sky, the group of cheerleaders gathered in front of the school waiting for the rest of their gang to arrive, the gorgeous spring day in a long line of gorgeous spring days held nothing for him compared to the beauty of Chloe Sullivan.
And it wasn't just her looks that attracted him to her. It was the way she always looked like she had fire in her eyes, a fire that none of the cretins at school could ever have. And the way she thought about things. She was so completely different she had stood out from the very first moment he had laid eyes on her and heard her talk in class.
He looked across at Clark. They were always together and the way that Chloe looked at Clark made him so angry. Clark Kent didn't deserve to have Chloe spend one millisecond of her time thinking about him. Clark was worthless compared to Chloe.
His fingers closed inwards and balled up into a fist. He continued to watch as Chloe and Clark made their way through the jocks and cheerleaders into the school. He walked after them, wanting to keep Chloe in his sights for as long as possible. He looked on as Chloe and Clark spilt ways with a smile and a joke and she went into the Torch office.
His fingers unclenched, small, bright red half moons on his palm and he walked away to his locker, happy that he knew where she was.
***
'Hey Chloe,' Clark called out along the crowded corridor. 'You coming to the cafeteria to analyse what's in the meat today?'
Chloe smiled. Analysing the 'food' that the cafeteria dished out was one of the highlights of her day. 'Nope, I got work to do,' she called back over the heads of all the other students. The story that she had started researching the night before had been on her mind all day and she really wanted to give it her full attention.
Clark's smile drooped a little but he let it go. He knew how Chloe got when she wanted to work on a story. He was faster and stronger than wild horses and he couldn't have pulled her away. He waved at her as he turned and walked away, meeting up with Pete on the way.
'Chloe's not coming,' Clark informed him.
'Next big news story?'
'Yep.'
'You know what its about?' Pete asked. Chloe was always happy to talk about her latest obsession, interesting or not.
'No, she hasn't told me anything about it so I'm assuming its not all that supernatural.'
***
Chloe listened to the whirring sound of the computer connecting to the internet. The story she had been looking into was definitely going up on her wall of weird.
She started rapidly tapping away at the keyboard in front of her and came across the story she was looking into.
'Girl falls 50 feet from the roof of a building to the ground below and walks away,' Chloe read out loud. It was an interesting story in itself but what made it even better was that the girl had been chased as far as the police were able and the last they had seen of her she was heading into Smallville, home of all things weird and wonderful.
Chloe smiled, not realising that someone else was smiling, and watching, and waiting.
***
She walked through the car park to get to her car. She had, yet again stayed at school working on THE story till twelve. Surely this was not healthy for a teenage girl. Most people would have been dying to get away from the building that they described as hell as quickly as possible. But then Chloe never had been normal. She had always enjoyed the learning process and although she used to be ashamed of it now she embraced it as a part of who she was. Some people loved shopping, or playing sports, or watching movies and although she didn't mind doing the whole shopping thing or for that matter watching movies she was academic. As long as Clark and Pete understood and accepted that she was happy.
Maybe that was why Clark didn't like her as much as he liked Lana. She was popular and cute and she didn't hang out at the school until midnight. Chloe shook her head. She had to stop thinking like that. It wasn't important who Clark liked more, whatever happened between him and Lana she would always be there to help him out and listen to all his problems and share her wall of weird with him.
The window of her car shone in the moonlight and the trees rustled. It was eerie but Chloe was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't pay the world any attention. She rummaged in her bag with her right hand while she walked, trying to locate her car keys. She yanked them out and slipped them into the lock. As she pulled the car door open she got the strangest feeling. She looked around her, the back of her head burning.
He looked at her from his vantage point. Yet again he had picked the lock and sneaked into the room which held all of her secrets. He saw her turn and look back at him but nothing could be seen from the outside in the darkened room in which he was standing.
Chloe turned back to her car and hurriedly got in. She was tired and that always made her that bit more paranoid, if that was even possible.
She pulled the door closed behind her and locked it before driving away. She needed sleep.
