Chapter Two
Clark breathed a huge sigh of relief when Chloe entered the kitchen, dressed properly in his classic flannel and denim, and not a frill to be seen.
She seated herself beside Clark and, once again, asked the obvious question.
"How did this happen?" She asked, clearing her throat when she heard Clark's voice coming out of her mouth. It just didn't sound right.
"I don't know!" Clark said defensively. "I just woke up this morning like…this." Then a thought struck him. "Oh my god. No one woke you up, did they? Your dad? Or… Lana?"
"No." Chloe answered. "Alarm clock. Fortunately, we have technology in the Sullivan house." She knew it was harsh, but she was scared, stressed and HUNGRY. In fact, she was hungrier than she had ever been in her life. Clark obviously had a much bigger stomach than her, and it was empty. She needed FOOD.
Apparently the Kent's had grown accustomed to the way Clark looked when he was hungry, because Martha slid a plate of blueberry waffles down the table to them.
Chloe gratefully took one and started munching on it hungrily. Clark noticed the familiar look of near panic in his own eyes when he reached for a waffle.
Clark sighed. She's so petty He thought Can't she see that we have more important problems right now other than her waistline?
"Chloe, did you…do…anything that might have caused this?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"No, um, I uh, don't think…" Chloe mumbled through a mouthful of waffle. "I mean, who's to know what caused this?"
"Well, most of the bizarre occurrences that happen in Smallville are connected to the meteor rocks," Clark said, careful not to say kryptonite. "Maybe that would be somewhere to start?"
There was a few seconds silence, and they both knew they were thinking the same thing. Finally, it was Chloe who spoke.
"I'm not exactly desperate to go out in public like this," She started. "But maybe we should head over to the Torch?"
"Yeah," Clark agreed. "Yeah, we should." He picked up his coat and keys off the counter, but then remembered and passed them to Chloe.
"Uh, here." He said. 'You'll be needing these."
Martha stood up from the kitchen table and cleared her throat.
"Clark?" She said.
Clark turned back to Chloe. He held up the right key on his key ring.
"Warm up the truck." He said. "I'll be right out."
Chloe exited the Kent's house, and Clark turned to face his parents.
"Clark, I want you to be very careful what you tell her." Martha warned.
"Yes, son, remember, if she has your body, she also has your abilities." Jonathan added. 'What you have to o is keep her from discovering them until you can find a way to switch back."
"Dad, that might not be so easy." Clark argued.
"Well, you're just gonna have to figure out a way to do it then!" Jonathan snapped. "Now, I don't want to generalize, but Chloe's a reporter, and you and I know from experience, not the most trustworthy person you'll meet!"
Clark forced a smile. His dad's words bringing back the memories of last year, when Lionel had hired Chloe to investigate him.
"Yeah." Clark said, picking up the denim jacket off the counter that Martha had lent him, and walked out to the truck waiting in the driveway.