Chloe sat watching Clark and Lana dance. Lois had gone home, so she was alone. She figured she shouldn't be disappointed. After all, she had planned to come alone and knew sitting by herself was inevitable. But when she had seen Clark here and he'd flirted with her- she knew he didn't mean to flirt, but he did it.- she'd hoped that she might get one dance at least. Things never changed though. He'd left her for Lana again. She knew she wasn't being fair and that he had no obligation to dance with her. They hadn't come together this time. She shouldn't have been upset, but she couldn't help it. He was the one who had nominated her after all. It was his fault she was sitting here with a crown on her head. If it hadn't been for that she could have just snuck away, and gone home.

Why Clark? She thought, Why won't you rescue me this time?

Sure, she wasn't in physical danger right now, but she needed to be rescued. She needed to be saved from loneliness and embarrassment and disappointment.

She thought about what she had seen only minutes ago. For some reason Clark was 'allergic' to meteor rocks. That was a new one. Or maybe it wasn't. She'd never been friends with any of the 'freaks' she'd written about. Maybe they were all allergic to meteor rocks.

Chloe wondered if, in some ways, she was holding a meteor rock. Or maybe she was one. A giant meteor rock and somehow, for some reason, Clark just couldn't get close to her. He could rescue her and buddy around with her, and sometimes even flirt with her, but if he got too close his 'allergy' would kick in and he'd have to leave.

Run away faster than a speeding bullet. Chloe thought and she couldn't help smiling at the irony.

Just then someone tapped on her shoulder and interrupted her thoughts. "Congratulations Chloe." Probably the fiftieth person to congratulate her tonight.

"Thanks," she said absently, not really paying attention. Then she realized, the man's voice was one that she recognized.

She whipped around and there, standing in front of her in a stunning tuxedo, was-

"Pete! What are you doing here!"

Pete grinned, "Dancing with the prom queen." and he held out his hand.

Chloe took it and allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor. As they danced, Chloe thought about homecoming, the first dance of freshman year. She'd come with Pete. Clark had deserted her then too, but Pete had been there for her, like he was now. She thought of what she had told Lana yesterday. Prom was for celebrating four years of memories. So many of her high school memories included Pete. She could never have a better friend. What could be more fitting than ending her high school career the same way it had started; a dance with Pete. She looked up at him and smiled, thanking him silently for rescuing her. He smiled back and held her tightly as the last notes of the song slowly played.