DISCLAIMER: Smallville and Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel are not mine. In fact, the money made off of both of these shows has NEVER seen fit to make it into my hands. Smallville produced by Al Gough/Miles Millar! Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel are Joss Whedon's. My loss, ne?
Chloe sighed, her head throbbing from the inconsummate amount of alcohol in her system. The beer mug in her hand swished lightly as she slished it around, the smell assaulting her senses, and making the slightly older than eighteen year old sick to her stomach.
Her mind was a flutter of activity, as it replayed all the signs that she should have seen. The miraculous, if not somewhat eerie, ability to show up exactly when he's needed, and not before, or after. The assurance, if not arrogance, in himself through impending odds. The narrow escapes from the jaws of defeat, and sometimmes death.
"Why didn't I see it?" she asked herself. "Was I so blinded by his sweet, loving exterior that I never saw the Super-strong farmboy behind it?"
She held her hands in her head, groaning as a hand landed on her shoulder. She looked up to see a man about 6'4" tall, bleach blond hair, and a leather duster, holding a shot glass in his hand. His voice, so obviously British, was slightly brough, as he said, "sounds like you and me are in the same boat, Pet."
Chloe looked up, her eyes meeting those of his, the shocking blue pools adorning his head showing his real concern. The girl moved aside, making the smallest bit of difference, concerining his wide shoulder width. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, his posture too practiced, to relaxed, especially for someone as drunk as he seemed to be.
"Hey Pet," the man said, "name's Spike."
"Chloe," the blond said. "Whaddya mean we're in the same boat, Mister?"
Spike sighed, "well," he said, "there's this blonde bird that I'm falling for, hard. But, ya see, I have a shady past, done some things I'm not too proud of in my day, and she knows all about it. She's probably even stronger than your farmboy, so anything I try with her's a bad idea. She could snap me like a twig."
Chloe sighed.
"Clark would never do anything like that, though I doubt there's anyone on the planet as strong as he is." It was obvious the girl was drunk, Spike thought. Her motions, the tilting of her head to the left, the small amount of drool dripping down her chin, and her clouded over eyes. Spike sighed.
"I wouldn't count my Buffy bit out," Spike said, "I've seen her pick a guy three times her size up and throw him cross the bloody room, did it too me a couple times back in the day. Add to the fact that she's a typical younger woman, with all your problems, and she can be a total bitch when she wants too. 'Specially at her time of the month."
Chloe giggled, something anyone that knew the girl, realized never happened. "Well," she said, her voice slurring, "I saw catch a speeding car, and throw it over his head."
Spike stared at the girl, cursing to himself, wondering which of his demon brethren this Clark bloke was. He was starting to sound like that Caleb sod.
"In his bear hands, you say?" the aged vampire asked. Chloe nodded, "yep, that's after moving so fast it looked like he just appeared out of nowhere. Then, when he left, it was just like he popped out. I'm telling you, Spikey, Clark's got a secret."
Spike sighed, the girl was nice and sloushed. Her head drooping to the table top, closer and closer, to passing out.
"Buffy," the man said, "defeated a seventy-nine to ninety-foot snake that was uber strong, and could flatten a building with a swipe of it's tail. Still haven't got the full story on that, a matter of fact."
"Hah," Chloe said, "I got one better than that. Clark fell over five-hundred feet and brushed the rock off of him without bruising."
Spike sighed, now he was sure of it. Bloody bit about my height, baby blues, dark hair?"
Chloe giggled, "yep," and said, "That's my Clarkie, alright. Cept, he's not MY Clarkie, he's Lois'... though he don't know it yet. I've seen it, the looks between them when no one's watching."
Spike sighed, "I know the feeling, my... Uncle is... was in love with the same bird I am, and she was with him first. After they broke up, Angel went to L.A., Buffy stayed home. The bloody idiot talked about her when he was dying, got hurt in a car accident, and told me to tell her that he still loved her.
How the hell do I do that?"
Chloe smiled. "You jus' godda grin 'n bear it. What is it wit' boys an' emotions? The whole lotta you got problems."
Spike laughed. "That's good advice, bit. This Clark chap seems to not know what he's missin'. Maybe you should tell him later."
Spike got up, placing his empty bottle of tequila on the counter and said, "come on, Bit, I'll call you a cab. Least I can do for getting you knockered."
Chloe stood up, grabbing her purse and Spike's duster, when the her cellphone rang.
"Hey you," Chloe slurred as she put the phone to her ear. The phone rang again, and Chloe looked at it, hitting the button.
"Bit," Spike asked, grabbing the phone before it hit the ground. Her eyes were wide, shock running through her entire system. She shook her head, grabbing the phone and said, "Spike, do you think you can take me to Smallville? It's an emergency."
Spike nodded. Helping her pile onto the motorcycle, and told her to wrap herself around his waist, before revving the engine.
As Chloe replayed the words her cousin had spoken over the phone, a lone tear came to her eye, and she sniffled.
Chloe, Lois had said, you need to come to Smallville's place right away. It's Alicia, she's been murdered. Clark found her, and is really upset.
As the motorbike passed the "Now Leaving - Metropolis" sign, Chloe sighed, the wind helping to wake her from her potential slumber.
"Oh Clark," she whispered, a lone tear trailing down her face, "I'm so sorry."
End