Chapter Five
Lana walked down the hallway that night and turned to her dorm door. She pulled out her key, unlocked the door, and stepped into the dorm room. Chloe was sitting on her bed across the room. "Hey Chloe. Did you find any information on that explosion I asked you about?" She went over and sat next to Chloe on her bed. "Actually, I didn't find anything about that yet. I was with Clark all afternoon. I do have some other things to tell you though." She closed her laptop and looked at Lana. "Travis…umm…" she bit her lip. "What?" Lana asked, furrowing her brow. "Clark and I think that Travis is able to morph himself into other people. Just like Tina Greer was able to do." Lana was about to say something but Chloe kept going. "This is gonna sound weird, but you have to trust me. We also think that Travis is going to morph himself into Lex tonight and try to kill me." She said saying the last sentence quickly before standing up. Lana raised her eyebrows. "How do you know that he can morph himself into other people and how did you get the idea that he is going to try to kill you?" Chloe thought of what to say. She started to think that she shouldn't have told Lana so much. She paced the floor a couple of times before answering, "Travis' brain got injured in the second meteor shower. They had to put a metal plate in his head to keep him alive. Tina also had a metal plate in her head. We figured out that that was how she was able to morph herself. It had something to do with meteor rock. That is what made her so strong to." She shifted her wait. "Have you or Clark actually seen him morph himself into somebody? And what about killing you, how do you know?" Chloe took a deep sigh. "Neither Clark nor I have actually seen him morph, but Lana you have to trust us. I can't tell you how we know he is going to try to kill me; you have to trust us there to. Please Lana." Lana rolled her eyes. "Why can't you tell me? First it was Clark and now you. Why is every body so insistent on keeping secrets from me? Chloe I'm one of your best friends, you can tell me." She said. Chloe could tell she was upset, but Clark's dream was one of those things that she wouldn't understand. Let alone believe. She didn't know what to do. She was rescued by a knock on the door. Chloe turned away from Lana and opened the door. Clark stood there with a piece of paper in his hand. "Hey Chloe, I…" He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Lana sitting on Chloe's bed. "Umm…" He stuttered. Lana looked up at him. "What's the piece of paper Clark?" Chloe asked. "I printed out an article I found about Travis." Lana stood up and walked over to Clark. "I told Lana about how we thought that Travis was able to morph himself." Clark looked relieved. "What does it say?" Lana and Chloe asked at the same time. Clark handed the paper to Chloe. "It says that before Travis moved to Smallville with his dad he was arrested for assaulting a police officer, while the police officer was trying to break up a fight between Travis and one of his schoolmates. Travis' schoolmate and the police officer were taken to the hospital for minor injuries. Travis was in tenth grade at the time." Chloe glanced at Clark then Lana. Lana looked surprised and said, "Maybe he is capable of killing someone." Clark looked at Chloe. His facial expressions seemed to say, what all did you tell her. Chloe gave him a, don't worry, look. "When do you think he is going to try to kill you?" Lana asked inquiringly. "Tonight. At the Luthor Mansion." Chloe answered. "What are you going to do?" Lana asked nervously. Chloe and Clark glanced at each other. "Well, Clark and I are going to go over there to try and catch him." Chloe replied. "We should call the police?" Lana stated and started to pull out her cell-phone. Chloe grabbed her hand. "Lana, we don't know anything for sure. And if we tell them the reason why we think he is going to kill me, they'll think we've lost are minds. That's why we aren't even telling you." Lana put her cell back in her purse. "Then I'm going with you, too." She walked over to her closet and started to pull out her coat. "No, Lana you can't." Clark said a little loud. "What Clark means is that it's too dangerous." Chloe covered up for Clark. "Just stay here and then if anything happens to us you have a pretty good idea what it was, and then you can tell the police, ok? Just trust us. If we need anything we'll call." Lana took off her jacket and laid it on her bed. "Fine. Be careful." She said before sitting back on her bed. Clark and Chloe started to leave, but when they were halfway out the door Chloe turned to Lana. "Please don't mention any of this to Lois. Even if you tell her we don't want her to come and help, she'll come anyways. I don't want anything to happen to her." Lana nodded. With that Chloe shut the door and followed Clark down the hall.
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They walked out of the building and into the parking lot. Chloe kept in stride with Clark. Every now and then she would look up at his handsome face. Sometimes he would return the look. He would smile, but Chloe knew that he was worried and nervous. The whole day he had been so sure of himself, or was he? Clark always stood so tall whether he was upset or worried or scared or excited, and with his straight expression it was hard to tell what he was thinking. She was able to tell when he was really happy, he had this special, unique, ear to ear smile. The smiles he had been giving her throughout the last five minutes or so weren't those smiles. It was a slow not so big smile. She could tell he was trying to be brave for her. In spite of everything she knew that he would do all he could to keep anything from happening to her. He loved her and she was sure of that. With all of her thinking she hadn't realized that she had gotten a couple of steps behind. She ran up to him and looped her arm through his. He looked down at her and again gave a small smile. They finally reached the truck. Clark went to Chloe's side first and opened her door for her. After she got in he shut it and walked around to his side. When they were both seated in the truck, Chloe was the first to speak. "Umm.." she cleared her throat before continuing. "Do you know what time it was when I got shot in your dream?" Clark started the truck. "I think it was around twenty after eight." Chloe glanced at the clock. It was 7:27. They had about fifty minutes. "Are we going to go there right now or are we going to wait?" She asked. Clark also looked at the clock. "When you called Lex earlier to tell him what time you were coming, what time did you say?" Chloe tapped her chin. "When I called there was no answer. So I left a message on the machine. I told him I was going to drop by around 8:15."
"Then I guess we'll wait till 8:15. Let's go get that coffee we were talking about earlier." Clark said, grinning. "Ok, I am low on caffeine. Let's go." Chloe replied, grinning in return.