TITLE: S.O.S.
Rating: PG-13 … to be safe.
Pairing: Completely Chloe and Clark.I'm a Chlark fan, through and through.
Spoilers: Just season four, I guess. But it's mainly a futurefic.
Author's Note: Here is my current writing in progress. It's a futurefic. I hope all of you enjoy it. It will have many parts, so more will be posted soon. Reviews are definitely welcome!
Chapter 1: The Name of the Game
Part 1
Smallville. Chloe could hardly believe she was back here again, driving down its quiet streets that never looked foreign to her. Despite her two-year hiatus, moving around this small town was still easy to do. The many years she spent here, living here, investigating here ensured she would never forget its layout. No matter how hard I try, Chloe mused. Furthermore, nothing changed. Main Street, the very street she was driving slowly down at the moment, looked exactly the same. Well, not exactly the same. A few storefronts changed a bit, and new sidewalks put in place gave the town a more modern feel to it.
But, overall, the storybook setting still remained true to form.
Storybook setting … if the world only knew, Chloe thought to herself, amusement shading her small smile. Granted, much of Smallville was nice, quiet, serene, perhaps even the very place to raise children. Yet to count the numerous times Chloe herself was in danger while here, not including her friends, would scare anyone off in seconds.
"Not something they want in the brochure," Chloe whispered to herself, recounting all the scary moments she endured in Smallville. Meanwhile, she let her eyes gaze at the many people who occupied the streets, half of which probably had no idea of everything that she saw during her stay here. The many things that no one should have to see in their lifetime.
If anything, many of the people in this town were friendly.
The sunset blanketed the entire region in a soft amber hue, quite the contrast to the gray convertible Chloe pioneered through the town. Such contrast only served as a reminder to the life she lived now – so different from the youth spent in Smallville. Her career as a reporter quickly turned prosperous, allowing her to live in a nice apartment, buy expensive things, and carry herself as a growing name in Metropolis.
But so much still lay buried, beneath the façade of success. So much …
Chloe finally reached the outskirts of town, her actions automatic as she drove to the place she needed to be. Passing by cornfield after cornfield, Chloe could only smile at the numerous memories that flooded back to the forefront of her mind. Many she kept close to her heart, while others she wished to forget. The spring formal seemed to be the first to reveal itself again, a memory that came so close to perfection.
As she came closer to her destination, the memories increased and became stronger. So much so that Chloe knew she could never really deny the past she spent here, especially when it was still so much apart of her who she has become.
Only a minute or so later, Chloe drove down a familiar dirt road and parked her car in the huge driveway at the back of the house, in one way assuming nothing had changed in the two years since she was last here. Of course she can just drive up, park in her normal spot, and basically walk right into the house as if it was hers … as if she belonged there.
Needless to say, Chloe felt the appropriate actions fell in the category of a lost acquaintance, one who needed to ring the bell to even gain access back into this life.
With a worried sigh, Chloe got out of the corvette and closed the door behind her. Every step on the dirt ground below her feet crackled, footsteps she was sure would give away her sudden appearance here. Yet, the closer she got to the porch, nothing moved to indicate someone knew a visitor arrived. In fact, everything stayed eerily silent. If Chloe wasn't such an intrepid, curious, sometimes risky reporter, maybe the quiet air might have scared her off.
I'm much too seasoned for a hasty reaction like that, Chloe reasoned with a satisfied smile.
As she stepped on each creaky porch step, the porch swing glided softly with each gentle breeze. Chloe immediately thought of the last night she spent in that very swing, a conversation she wished sorely to forget. The very night she vowed to never come back here, to never let her heart love again. To never take a chance that would only leave her in utter dismay and confusion.
Struggling to force that night out of her mind, Chloe knocked on the door a few times. An action which brought her back to the here and now, away from disturbing memories that didn't need to be dug up right now. So much more was at stake, and that was the only reason why she continued on, fought her inner fears, her demons. She needed to do this, and it wasn't at all for herself. Not at all.
When her first knock didn't arise action, she knocked again. Yet the same silence answered, which only arose Chloe's curiosity. Stepping to the window beside her, she gazed in, seeing the kitchen a little more messy than usual. With a soft smile, Chloe recalled another instance when this kitchen was a battlefield of World War III … the impromptu party Clark had in freshmen year. It's only purpose to wow Lana Lang.
In the end, Clark's parents grounded him for at least two weeks.
The memory itself heightened Chloe's senses, and almost in response, she heard footsteps behind her, crackling on the ground just below the porch. Immediately the steps made her stiffen in anticipation, eager to hear the words that might come first. Because it had been so long ago … at least, it seemed to be. A lifetime, really. And any sane person would conclude that the only reason Chloe showed up again was for a personal request.
And that was something she couldn't deny.
"Do you make it a habit to peer into other people's houses?" the voice asked, slight annoyance lacing his words.
Chloe, for some reason, sensed that he didn't recognize her. Because she found it hard to believe, even with everything they went through and all the pain they caused each other, that he would react in such an outwardly hostile way. Past friendship should mean something here, shouldn't it?
Though she really didn't want to, Chloe turned around to face him. Immediately, her thoughts were confirmed by the shocked look on his face. And with a nervous smile, she greeted casually, "Hi, Clark."
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