Chloe didn't hesitate when she placed the metal key into the rock that would lead her to Jor-el. She entered the fortress of solitude with just her thin, white, lace blouse, black, knee pants, and black heels. She didn't mind the bitter coldness that surrounded her. Instead she took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. This felt like home to her, because she had been there so many times before. The little girl that was so in love with the man of her dreams, just hoping and praying that he might just lay a little love her way. She felt as if she never left Smallville. A part of her hated being this girl. The girl that felt the need to save him. This part was the part that was now Bruce Wayne's.

"Jor-el,…." She said stepping farther into the fortress. "Jor-el, I know that Clark is hurt. I know that you are the one that is sending him to me. Please, help me to help him." When there was no reply, she closed her eyes, to fight back the tears. She had no idea if these tears were Bruce's part of her soul, or the part that needed to make sure that Clark was okay. When she re-opened them, she saw a glimmer in front of her. "Jor-el?"

"Chloe,"

The whole fortress lit up in front of her. "Where is he?"

"I wish I knew."

"What are you saying?" She snapped. "You have plastered my life with his presence for days now. Let me help him."

"Chloe, don't you see." Jor-el's voice was almost robotic and cold. "I'm not the one that sent out the S.O.S."

"What?" She aked confused. "Then who did?"

"You humans are so naive. You and Clark are not just best friends."

"I know. " She sighed. "He walked out on our friendship a long time ago."

Jor-el laughed. "He never walked out on you. He walked out on himself. It killed him that he wasn't there to protect you from Davis. To protect you when you needed him most."

"What are you saying?"

"The images that you saw, they came to you, because you and Clark have a connection that no one-else can ever compete with. You will always be a part of each other."

Chloe felt lost. She couldn't comprehend exactly what Jor-el was trying to say. Or perhaps she didn't want to comprehend. She walked over to the ice-rock sculpture that looked like a bench and took a seat. "So, you're saying that Clark is sending me these images himself?

"No!" Jor-el answered. "Your bond is so strong, Chloe. Stronger than you and Clark will ever know or understand. I believe that he is wishing that he was able to ask for your help. I believe that you are seeing these images because you are suppose too."

Chloe sat at watch tower once again starring at the big window. She was taking in everything that Jor-el had said. She was destined to save Clark. To save the world by saving him. She looked at the ring on her finger. The promise that she had made to someday soon walk down the aisle and make Bruce Wayne the happiest guy in the world. She stood up and walked over to the monitor. She retraced every step that Clark had taken the day that he disappeared.

She blinked, trying to focus, when she saw something strange on the monitor. Something that had gone unnoticed by Oliver, Black Canary and anyone-else from the justice league that was looking for Clark. Of course it went unnoticed. They weren't suppose to save him. She was. She was suppose to give up everything to save him. In some ways this made her resent him even more. She finally thought that she had a chance for the happy ever after. She should have known better. That was never her destiny.

She looked once again at her ring, moving it back and forth with her index finger. A tear rolled down her cheek. She took a deep breath and took out her cell phone. She dialed the number and waited patiently for the him to answer.

"Hello!" He said.

Chloe wiped away her tears and put on her facade as if he could see her threw the phone. "Bruce,…"

"Is everything okay? I was getting ready for a meeting."

"Yeah. I just miss you, that's all."

He laughed. "I miss you too, Chloe. As a matter of fact I miss you so much, that I am headed home as soon as the meeting is over. Maybe we can go to Paris for breakfast."

She smiled. "I would love that."

"Well, the board room is filling up, so I have to go."

"Bruce,…"

"Yeah."

"You have made me the happiest that I have ever been in my life. For that I will always be grateful. I love you, and I always will. I just need you to know that. That no matter what. That everything I do is because I want you to have a full and happy life."

Bruce motioned for the other members of the meeting to wait. "Chloe, hon, are you sure that you're okay?"

"Paris for breakfast. I am holding you to that." She hangs up the phone and falls to her knees allowing her pain to over whelm her.