A/N Okay so I was just going to skip this scene in the story as I didn't want it to be meant as copying the show but I felt that it was necessary to move my own story along. I hope you like. Let me know.

It's All in the Timing

Chapter Six: Revelation at the Wrong Time

Ten hours later…

The steady sound of rain against the roof of the Isis foundation was little comfort to him as he remained seated at her desk, pouring over all the files she had on Davis Bloom/The Beast. His eyes scanned through every photo, every piece of information that she had collected on him hoping to find some clue as to where he would have gone… where he would have taken her. He had been over it all more than a dozen times, literally. His super speed allowed him to read through the files within mere minutes as opposed to the hours it would have taken anyone else, still he found nothing and felt the hollowness within his chest at the helplessness that was beginning to consume him. Chloe needed him and he couldn't save her.

Guilt seemed to pour over him as he remembered his last conversation with Lois.

He had taken her directly to the hospital amidst her protests that she was completely fine and a bump on the head was not going to keep her from finding her cousin. Still he insisted that she get checked out and waited in the hospital room as they ran tests to make sure she didn't have a concussion. "I don't know why you're so worried about me… you should be out there looking for Chloe! She's the one that needs your help!"

"How much help are you going to be if you pass out in the middle of somewhere trying to find her? You have to be smart about this Lois. Besides, Chloe wouldn't want you risking your life trying to be hero." He remarked obviously.

"Don't lecture me on what Chloe would want! The only reason she's in this position now is because she was trying to save me from that… that… whatever he was."

"It was Davis Bloom. He's a paramedic for Metropolis and…" he began when she cut him off.

"I didn't know paramedics had the ability to make their eyes transform into red pupils… or make their skin practically bulge! I'm not an idiot Clark! Whatever Davis Bloom claims to be… he's no mild mannered paramedic and he damn sure wasn't trying to help me!"

He sighed trying to diffuse the situation. "You know you were hit pretty hard on your head… maybe you think you saw something that you didn't." He tried to reason with her.

She shook head. "I didn't imagine the guy knocking me halfway across the apartment! I know what I saw. That thing is dangerous and now he has Chloe…" She stated.

"Why don't you just tell me everything you remember…maybe there's something that he said… something that he might have mentioned… some kind of clue that could lead us to where he might have gone?"

She sat there for a moment as if thinking back, her brow furrowed in concentration. "He was going on and on about needing to see her… something about a crypt… on something…fighting some beast… he kept bringing up this crypt or something like that. He was raving like a man possessed you know. I mean the guy had really knocked me on my ass so I was going in and out and then I remember hearing Chloe show up… he seemed to calm down after that. He said something about her calming the beast… told her that she had to go with him…"

"And she said okay." He deducted sadly.

She shook her head. "No… she didn't. She refused… she said that she wouldn't… that she wouldn't allow him to bully her…" she smirked at the memory. "I had never seen her more obstinate… it was awesome!" She smiled and then it faded as her eyes landed on Clark. "But then he said your name… he asked about you." She remarked her voice growing distant as the conversation came back to her.

"I don't understand… what do you mean?" He swallowed hard.

"He said 'what about Clark?' He was saying something about destiny… something about it going unfulfilled if she refused him this." Her eyes were staring into him, accusingly as if he knew something.

"Like you said… he was raving like a madman. He was obviously just rambling."

"No… Chloe wasn't going to go… she had absolutely refused him and then he mentioned you and her tune changed… she left with him to protect you." She remarked. "This is about you isn't it? This whole situation is because of you!"

"Lois…" He started to try to explain…lie to her… but she jumped off the hospital bed, walked across the room and stood in front of him.

"Don't Lois me! You know for years I've watched you and Chloe…always together, whispering in corners, coming up with lame excuses for why all these bad things seem to happen to her. Being kidnapped by Lex Luthor, tied up and chained by some psycho with an ax to grind, the countless hospital stays where she's got some unexplained bruise here, cut there. Somehow Chloe gets into these random dangerous situations and for one reason or another you're always there… always right around the corner and now it's starting to make sense. These things that keep happening to her are somehow connected to you."

"Lois you don't understand."

"I understand that it's always Chloe that gets hurt and it's always you standing on the sidelines completely unharmed and her making excuses as to why that is! She's the one with the broken arm or black eye! I don't know what you're involved in and I don't know why she feels she has to help you but now it's gotten her abducted by something that possibly could kill her and you stand there as though this is just a normal everyday thing! Well you know what Clark…I don't know what secrets are between the two of you and I don't care. I want her back and since you always seem to be in the right place at just the right time… I suggest you get your Smallville ass out there and start looking for her. Go find my cousin." She ordered making it clear that she didn't care how he did it… just as long as he did. There were tears in her eyes because just as angry as she was she was still scared… still just a young woman wanting nothing more than the safety of her family.

He had walked out and kept on walking until he got to her apartment. It had be taped off by now and labeled as an official crime scene. The police reported it as a break in and abduction… if they only knew it was so much more than that. Now that Davis had been labeled a serial killer by Tess Mercer there was no telling what he would do if he got desperate enough.

While at her apartment he super sped through it trying to find clues but only came up empty. He finally ended back at the Isis foundation alone in her office going over the same damn files multiple times. Minutes felt like hours to him for the first time in a long time. Finally when he just couldn't take it anymore he wiped his hand across the desk sending the papers flying in every direction. He exhaled deeply running his hand through his hair and looking up at the ceiling in despair. He was helpless… for the first time in a long time he was completely and utterly helpless.

"Chloe…" The word left his lips on a whispered plea as if praying for her return and like some kind of divine intervention the phone on her desk began to ring. He stared at it for a moment not sure what to think. And then in the next he had the phone to his ear. "Hello…"

"Clark…" Her voice sounded so soft as if somehow she knew he would be there. "Clark it's me." She stated.

And suddenly the hope was back. She was merely a phone call away. Her voice was in his ear, drifting through the canal straight to his heart. "Chloe… are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine… I'm okay."

"Where are you?" He asked immediately.

"How is Lois? Is she okay?" She asked instead.

"She's fine…"

"Seriously Clark… tell me the truth."

"I am. She's okay. Just a few bruises. Chloe tell me where you are."

There was a long pause on the other end and for a second he thought perhaps they had gotten disconnected. "Chloe; are you there? Chloe!" His voice sounded frantic even to his own ears.

"I'm here Clark."

"Answer me. Just tell me where you are and I'll come and get you."

"…I can't."

"Do you not know? Is there something that you recognize?"

"Clark… I can't tell you because… I don't want you to come after me. I'm calling to let you know that I'm okay… Davis… Davis isn't going to hurt me and I don't want you to try and find me."

"Chloe you're not making any sense… is he forcing you to say this?" He asked feeling something in the pit of his stomach churn.

"No... just listen to me. Clark you are meant to do great things with your life… you are meant to save so many people. I really believe that."

"I'm not worried about people Chloe… It's you I need to save." He remarked softly.

"You once told me that you couldn't kill anyone…do you remember that? I didn't understand it then you know… how you could continue to try and save Lex knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to kill you… but I think I get it now because… I think that's your destiny." She smiled even with the tears shining in her eyes. "When the rest of the world thinks killing is the only way, you come in with alternative and find a way to save those that seem to be a lost cause."

"Chloe I don't understand…"

"You're meant to save him Clark. You're meant to save Davis."

He furrowed his brow not sure how she came to this conclusion and what it meant for them or her future but for some reason that feeling in his stomach was getting stronger and stronger. It was like being slowly exposed to green kryptonite. "Chloe…"

"He's strong you know. He may even be immortal but you have to find a way to save him Clark. I think that's your destiny… by saving him you can save the world." She remarked.

"… and what about you?" He asked in the midst of the silence that followed her statement.

"Clark this isn't about me… can't you see that? This is about you and your destiny. Maybe there's a reason that you can't kill…maybe you're not meant to." She wiped the tears that had fallen off her cheeks desperately wanting to keep her voice steady. "You know Oliver said that maybe there's a reason why Lana is gone and I'm still with you… I think this is it. I'm here to give you time to find a way to save him."

"How long? How long do you think it will be before your presence isn't enough? It's only a matter of time. Eventually you're not going to be enough and then what?" He pointed out frustrated and scared at what she was suggesting.

"Which is why you need to be smart and forget about rescuing me and find a way to rescue him."

"NO! NO CHLOE!" His voice was sharp, desperate in its plea to her.

"Clark you are meant to save the world… not just me." She whispered into his ear.

He inhaled deeply as the tears fell onto his flushed cheeks. "You are my world." His voice came out broken and filled with grief.

She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip to keep her grip on herself. She had waited years to hear those words… ironic that they should come now when it seemed that any future they may have had was slipping away right before their eyes.

Bringing her hand to her face she pressed her fingertips to her lips to muffle the sob that escaped her throat. It took her several moments to get it together and when she finally spoke her voice wasn't nearly as strong as she wanted it to be. "Clark you of all people know that in the end… it's not about you and it's not about me or our wants… it's about doing what's best for the world…" She exhaled deeply not even bothering to fight her tears. "I love you." She whispered and then disconnected the call.

"Chloe! Chloe!!!" He screamed her name into the phone knowing that she was long gone. The phone in his hand now crushed and broken, wires cracking as electricity continued to flow.

"Clark…" He looked up into Oliver's eyes, his now blurred with grief and utter despair.

"We have to find her… we have to find her before it's too late." He remarked.

He nodded. "I'll have my people start running tracking programs on where her call came from and see what they get… Clark… about what she said… about saving him."

"We find Chloe… once I know that she's safe we work on saving him." He stated with finality beginning to leave not in the mood for a debate.

He knew that he should leave well enough alone but the question begged to be asked. "And what if we don't find her in time… then what?" He turned around and stared at Clark's back. His taller frame seemed to tower within its confinement of the office. There was a long moment of silence that seemed to stretch between them and just when he thought Clark wouldn't respond he heard his words and froze.

"…then we kill him."