Married to Oliver Queen? She wasn't sipping that Kool-Aid even if everyone else seemed to be. She recognized that she was the one in disharmony for some reason, and everyone would view her as the crazy one. So much for the Justice League's help. "No, no. I was just checking that you were who you really said you were. You can't be too careful over the phone."

"I guess that makes sense," he said, a little stiltedly.

"I just wanted to tell you everything's fine. No reason for anyone going and getting their tights in a knot. If Oliver should ask, I'm staying with my cousin in Smallville for awhile."

"Oh, okay. You sure everything's okay with you two?"

"What? You're a marriage counselor now? Everything is dandy."

"Okay then. Bye."

"Bye." She sighed with relief when she hung up. He'd bought it, or at least he'd seemed to.

What she wanted was a tall, frosty glass of beer but given that she'd already had a DUI test once tonight and it wouldn't be helpful for forming any clear plans, she opted for coffee instead.

A teenager behind the register took her order. "An espresso."

"Would you like a muffin with that?"

"No. You know what? Better make it a double-shot espresso."

"Coming up."

As she filled her order, she looked around. The Talon looked exactly the same right down to the decor. After taking a sip of the steaming beverage she was handed, she realized the coffee tasted the same as well. Every other place in the world could measure their progress in miles, Smallville measured its progress in centimeters. Even the weird happenings were the same. If she discovered a meteor was somehow behind this, she wouldn't be that surprised.

She thought back to yesterday evening once she was seated. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. She hadn't touched anything she hadn't touched a hundred times before. As she sat there trying to remember something useful, Clark walked into the coffee shop.

He didn't notice her sitting in the back corner. She watched him order a regular cup of joe. He looked good in a uniform. Great actually. He filled out the drab brown clothing in a way that wasn't drab at all.

When he turned around, he saw her and walked over to her table. "Mind if I join you?"

She gestured toward the chair across from hers.

"I hope you're not mad over what happened," he began.

"Smallville, I could never be mad at you. At least, not for very long," she amended.

He looked pleased at her calling him by the familiar nickname. At least, he still felt something for her. "You have to admit though you were acting a little off. Is everything okay with you?"

"Yes. I mean no. I mean-I don't know what I mean." Inspiration flashed. "What would you do if one day you woke up and realized everything wasn't how it should be. And your own husband, or wife rather, didn't even know you."

"I think everyone feels that way sometimes, but love doesn't vanish. It's there buried in all the confusion and realities of everyday life. You just have to realize you made a commitment to always be there for the other person, and you push through until it's better."

He was right. He still loved her, and she'd help him remember it and then he could help her figure out what was wrong. "Thank you. That helps. Can you answer a silly question for me?"

He smiled at her. "If I can."

"When's the last time we saw each other or talked?"

He blew a sigh as he thought. "I guess not since the meteor shower right after graduation."

"When I left to help the General find Lucy. That's interesting." It always came back to the meteors.

"Well, I got to get back. Still on duty, you know, but it was nice seeing you. Again. We should catch up too while you're here. And I hope everything works out with you and Oliver Queen."

"I thought we hadn't talked in years. How did you know who I'm married to?"

"Papers. I don't know him personally, but I've brushed into him a time or two. Seems like an okay guy. Is he good to you because if he isn't-"

"Whoa there, Sheriff," she said, holding up a hand. "No need for a shootout. Everything's okay with Oliver. He's a fine husband." For Chloe anyway. "So if I came by the Kent farm in the morning..."

"Sure. I have the day off tomorrow. I'll tell Mom to expect you for breakfast." With a wave, he was out the door.

Maybe by then she'd have thought of a way to make him realize he was living a lie. Or she was. It was all still so confusing. She had so many questions for him. Why of all things was he a police officer? Why was he still in Smallville? And many more. Maybe if she found the answers to those questions, things might start making sense.

In the meantime, she had to see if she could find out where her cousin was living, so she could crash with her for the night. Her phone rang, and she checked the ID. Oliver Queen. Maybe she could get Chloe to take her husband back while she was at it. He was bound to make things more complicated.