Identity Effect
Chapter 1
At Chloe and Clark's...
"I'm in this one, is that ok with you?" Chloe asked retiring to her new room.
"It really doesn't matter to me, Chlo," answered Clark, entering his.
Chloe cursed Clark for his mood once again and took a closer look at her room. It was a big room with two rather large windows in one wall. Her king- sized bed was in the middle of the opposite to window's wall. There also was a table near one of the windows with a stool and one big and, to Chloe's mind, comfortable chair next to her bed near the lamp.
"Well...I guess, it's time to unpack" she muttered to herself.
1,5 hours later...
Clark was sitting on the sofa and starring at the turned off TV set. He hated his life at the moment. Lana died because he couldn't save her. He replayed the day with her death many times in his head, but still couldn't understand where he'd made a mistake, but he knew there had been a mistake of his.
"Ok" he heard Chloe's voice and in a second the blonde showed from her room. "I'm going to the Daily Gotham Office and you'd better be happier when I'm back"
He laughed. "Ok"
"Call me on my call if..."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Go, Chlo! You don't want to be late, right?"
"Right. See ya" and Chloe closed the door behind her.
Gotham Daily Office...
Chloe entered tall building. She saw a young girl, about 19, in the hall and thought that it must be the secretary.
"Excuse me, I'm Chloe Sullivan, I called about the job" said Chloe.
"Oh, hi. Yes, I remember. Ok, Mrs. Johnson is free now, so you may come in" the girl said in a bit 'i-forgot-everything-yesterday' manner.
The blonde entered the office of Mrs. Johnson. There she found the blonde woman about 45 years old sitting on big leather chair, reading some papers.
"Mrs. Johnson?" Chloe asked.
"Yes. You must be the reporter from Metropolis?" said the woman.
"Yes, Chloe Sullivan" answered Chlo, smiling.
But the older woman's expression suddenly changed.
"Sorry?"
"Pardon?"
"What was your name again?" asked Mrs. Johnson.
"Chloe. Chloe Sullivan" she repeated.
"Oh my God" the woman just slide back on the chair.
"Is something wrong?" Chloe came up to her soon-to-be boss and poured her a glass of water from the table nearby.
"I am so sorry" the older woman mattered under her breath.
"For what?" Chloe held the water for her.
"I never thought you would find me. You've grown up so much" Clarissa Johnson.
"What are you talking about?" asked Chloe confused.
"Chloe. Don't you recognize me? Look at me, than look at yourself, can't you see that we are alike?"
Chloe looked at the woman in front of her and found it hard to understand everything.
"My name use to be Clarissa Anne Sullivan" said Mrs. Johnson.
There was a long silence until Chloe finally said:
"Mother?"
TBC
Chapter 1
At Chloe and Clark's...
"I'm in this one, is that ok with you?" Chloe asked retiring to her new room.
"It really doesn't matter to me, Chlo," answered Clark, entering his.
Chloe cursed Clark for his mood once again and took a closer look at her room. It was a big room with two rather large windows in one wall. Her king- sized bed was in the middle of the opposite to window's wall. There also was a table near one of the windows with a stool and one big and, to Chloe's mind, comfortable chair next to her bed near the lamp.
"Well...I guess, it's time to unpack" she muttered to herself.
1,5 hours later...
Clark was sitting on the sofa and starring at the turned off TV set. He hated his life at the moment. Lana died because he couldn't save her. He replayed the day with her death many times in his head, but still couldn't understand where he'd made a mistake, but he knew there had been a mistake of his.
"Ok" he heard Chloe's voice and in a second the blonde showed from her room. "I'm going to the Daily Gotham Office and you'd better be happier when I'm back"
He laughed. "Ok"
"Call me on my call if..."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Go, Chlo! You don't want to be late, right?"
"Right. See ya" and Chloe closed the door behind her.
Gotham Daily Office...
Chloe entered tall building. She saw a young girl, about 19, in the hall and thought that it must be the secretary.
"Excuse me, I'm Chloe Sullivan, I called about the job" said Chloe.
"Oh, hi. Yes, I remember. Ok, Mrs. Johnson is free now, so you may come in" the girl said in a bit 'i-forgot-everything-yesterday' manner.
The blonde entered the office of Mrs. Johnson. There she found the blonde woman about 45 years old sitting on big leather chair, reading some papers.
"Mrs. Johnson?" Chloe asked.
"Yes. You must be the reporter from Metropolis?" said the woman.
"Yes, Chloe Sullivan" answered Chlo, smiling.
But the older woman's expression suddenly changed.
"Sorry?"
"Pardon?"
"What was your name again?" asked Mrs. Johnson.
"Chloe. Chloe Sullivan" she repeated.
"Oh my God" the woman just slide back on the chair.
"Is something wrong?" Chloe came up to her soon-to-be boss and poured her a glass of water from the table nearby.
"I am so sorry" the older woman mattered under her breath.
"For what?" Chloe held the water for her.
"I never thought you would find me. You've grown up so much" Clarissa Johnson.
"What are you talking about?" asked Chloe confused.
"Chloe. Don't you recognize me? Look at me, than look at yourself, can't you see that we are alike?"
Chloe looked at the woman in front of her and found it hard to understand everything.
"My name use to be Clarissa Anne Sullivan" said Mrs. Johnson.
There was a long silence until Chloe finally said:
"Mother?"
TBC