Chloe woke with a start, she was in a tropical hut and the last thing she remembered was, "Clark!" she shouted. She turned her head to see him kneeling by the bed, unshed tears in his eyes. He was older, grey at the temples, a little more filled out than she remembered but utterly and completely Clark. "Are you real?" she whispered. He only leaned and took her lips in a kiss so gentle it nearly made her weep. "I don't understand," she whispered studying the new and old of his face, "I was told you died in your sleep." She whispered. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, nibbled one ear and then the other.
"I know you and your questions baby, but I've waited nearly 2 lifetimes to see you again, to touch you again, do you really want to spend it talking?" he whispered.
"You…you still want me?"
"Baby I would have to be dead to not ever want you, even then I may make St. Peter blush," he teased. She groaned as he ran a hand through her hair. "The question is do you still want me?" he pulled back, uncertainty filled his eyes. She bit her lip then grinned, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him for all the years that she missed.
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A.C entered the private royal residence with a heavy heart. Chloe was getting her Clark but only until his life force faded. He'd been out of the direct yellow sun for quite some time and his lab reports reflect the damage done. A.C needed his wife, his comfort, he went into the master bedroom and she wasn't around. He searched the upper level until one of the servants told him that she was in the nursery.
He found Kara rocking an infant in the nursery, she aged some as did he. But to him she would always be the young and vivacious Kryptonian who stole his heart like a champion thief. She felt him enter rather than saw him. She looked up and could see that he had the weight of the world his shoulders. She stood, the infant she held was fast asleep and she gently lay him in his bassinet. She moved to him with royal grace and held him.
"This really really sucks." He spoke into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her.
"So they're together?"
"On the Lost Isle." He spoke sighing heavily.
"What more can you do, you held your end of the bargain, the rest is up to him."
"Until I get to pick up the pieces. He's dying, love, and he gets to give her romance until then. Then we get to pick up the pieces," he pulled back to see the love in her eyes.
"And she'll be grateful to have you. You and Chloe were always close, she was more like your sister than friend or even boss." She smiled.
"I know, but how many times in her life does she get to endure heart ache?"
"Think of it this way, at least she gets the chance to love him, and be loved by him. She'll get that closure, who else gets that? After a hundred years."
"I love you," he whispered and kissed her cheek.
"I know," she smiled cheekily.
"Ahhhh you're up to something then."
"What ever do you mean, my King?" she smiled.
"Kara?"
"Oh all right, one of the young nurses here wants to go to a surface school," she smiled.
"And?"
"It would be part time, and I offered maybe to help out here," she smiled up at him biting her lip.
"Of course," he smiled. "Have her come to our office so we can get her ready to go to the surface, and if this makes you happy, then help away." He grinned. "Right now however I need you, your strength, I don't know if I have the strength to help Chloe through this again." He frowned.
"Well then come, milord."
"Hey."
"Come on A.C half the fun is needling you." She smiled as she led him back to their room.
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Chloe couldn't breathe, Clark's hands slipped under her blouse and he was playing with the mounds of her chest. The look on his face brought tears to her eyes. One hand left her chest and slid to her face to cup it gently. "Don't cry baby, I'm here," he leaned and captured her lips in a needy kiss.
"More, I have to have more." She frowned. He smiled and knelt on the bed and stripped, leaving Chloe clothed and hungry. His body was still the most decadent thing she had ever seen.
He lay next to her on the bed, his heat radiating to her, enveloping her like a favorite blanket she missed for a lifetime. She lay on her side to face him and just stared, trying to memorize the newness and the strangeness of his face. He then reached slowly and started to undress her, buttons popping, like an eager child opening a Christmas present, Chloe was his gift, his greatest treasure and he wanted to restamp the look and feel of her to his soul. When she was at last naked, he shuddered from shear anticipation. Not wanting to waist any more time, Chloe smirked and lazily draped a leg over his thigh causing his arousal to lurch and him to gulp. "I've already waited for a lifetime you really gonna make me wait any longer?" she purred.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her onto his chest, his length pinned between them. Clark kissed her senseless. Chloe slid a hand between their bodies and began to stroke him. Clark tossed his head back and groaned, hips bucking, her hand on him was exquisite torture.
"You…guh…keep that up and this will be over way too soon." He panted and flipped her onto her back and held himself over her. "But, if you want to play dirty." He leaned and nipped at her lips then kissed his way down her body. He took special time and care suckling and laving her chest, like tasting ambrosia, he didn't recall her ever tasting so sweet, but a hundred years was a long time. He licked lazily down her belly to her moisture soaked curls. With still a little of his super breath, he blew a cool and gentle breeze against her super heated flesh. Chloe's hips had a mind of their own and bucked up toward his face. Taking that as all the invitation he needed her brought a hand to gently part her, and licked that nubbin that greeted him so welcomingly.
The first pass of his tongue had her very nearly screaming his name. His other hand rested against her belly to keep her hips still, and he feasted like a starving man. Her hand gripped his hair, to keep him there, " she moaned, "Just…..a…..," and with one wicked twist of his tongue Chloe was flying off the precipice that she had been walking on, and it was heaven.
She was nothing but a flesh colored puddle of goo, Clark smirked and crawled up her body. His knees, between her thighs, spread her legs as wide as he could, opening her to him. He lowered his moist tip to her moist flesh. Her eyes closed while she was trying to catch her breath.
"Look at me," he purred and her eyes opened lazily and slid into her with one not so gentle push.
"Clark," she panted. He was kissing her chin, her neck, her ears, while wild hands were playing with her breasts. His hips slowly rocked back and forth, very nearly coming all the way out and sliding in as far as he could. Chloe had been a very patient girl, waiting a hundred years from then, when he proposed, to love him again. She hooked her heals around his firm butt and encouraged, harder, faster.
It was a marathon, a race Chloe didn't want to end. "I love you so much," Clark whispered in her ear. "Every day without you was a lifetime for me." His tears falling on her shoulder, "I always thought of you in my heart as my wife," he kissed her mouth as his thrusts became more urgent and in moments they were flying together.
Chloe stared up at him, Clark stared down at her, "That was just….."
"Amazing," she filled in.
"No doubt about it. God, I missed you."
"I haven't had time, I thought you were lost to me and here you are." She smiled, her head already spinning with the possibilities of life beyond the island. She saw a shadow dance across his face. "What?" she asked.
"The beach here is fabulous, lets take a walk." He spoke, he stood in all his naked splendor and held a hand to her and pulled her off of the bed.
"Wait," she spoke stopping him. "Won't we be seen?"
"No one comes here," he smirked. Chloe nodded and let him lead her to the beach. The sun and sand were warm and the water was lazily licking the shore. Chloe clung to him afraid he would evaporate. He wrapped his arm around her and held her reveling in her very existence. "God, I wish that the guys could have seen you, alive." He frowned.
"I miss them, Green Bean, Impulse, Vic, even Dinah?" she turned, "And you?" her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"There is so much I want to tell you," he smiled wiping her tears away.
"Does it have to be now? We have time, we have a lifetime." She smiled and there it was again, that shadow, a hidden pain. "Clark?" she questioned.
"I have something for you." He stopped and dropped to his knees in front of her. "I regret not having this when I first proposed." He looked up at her and smiled. "Chloe Ann Sullivan, I lived a couple of lifetimes without you, and always in my heart knew you were alive, that I would get the chance to see you again, hold you again, touch you again and place my ring on your finger." He slid the diamond onto her left ring finger. "I love you Chloe and want nothing more but your happiness all the days of your life." He kissed the ring and her finger and stood, pulling away from her slightly to stare out to sea.
"What's going on Clark?" she spoke wanting to sound more confident than she felt. He turned to her and the tears began to fall.
"Moping was nearly Olympic for me after I lost you. I would talk to anyone who would listen about how wonderful you were. I went into training after you disappeared, as a distraction to get my mind off of you." He wiped his eyes. "When Jon was born, he was so….wow. It was amazing watching him grow. Then I was a grandpa, can you believe it me? It was obvious though to everyone that I hadn't nor would I ever get over loosing you. My one true and great love. So, I went to my oldest friend, and struck a deal, if he could hide me," he paused to gather his courage. "…I faked my death Chloe. I left my family to wait for you. I knew you were alive, I knew you were still out there, but they thought I was senile waiting after all that time."
Chloe was wiping her tears away; the pain in her chest was agonizing. "A.C didn't really want to do it, but I guilted him into it. The trade off, I would be cut off from the yellow sun. Gradually I would become weak and one day I would fall asleep and not wake up. A.C hated lying to the kids about me, and I made him swear that he wouldn't come visit until he found you." He spoke. "Today was the first time I've seen him in years." He tried to smile.
"But you—you're in the sun right? You can power up? Live happily ever after with me? Right?" Clark looked away from her unable to hide his shame at what he had done. "Clark?"
"I've grown a lot weaker in the waning days," he frowned, "The end for me is coming." He whispered and Chloe dropped to her knees in agony.
"Then why? Why would you reappear to only leave me again?" She sobbed. He dropped to his knees beside her and pulled her into his embrace. "Why?" she squeaked as the tears fell.
He only rocked her and whispered soothing nonsense to her. A.C was right; he had been a fool, but a fool for a lifetime for just a few days of her alive and loving him, until they parted. Surely the fates would let them be together again, in another life.
"Baby, there was still a chance that you were gone, and if I were to meet you in the next life, I could at least tell you that I waited," he spoke kissing her head.
"But how, can I go on? This isn't my time, that isn't my home, those aren't my friends" she spoke staring up into his eyes. "What about….. the Ring, didn't….."
"Chloe that ring disappeared right after you did, and if it were meant to be found, I would have used it long before now to get to you." He kissed her hair.
"This isn't fair," she cried. "I lose you twice in my lifetime?"
"Shhhh angel, shhhhhhhhhhh," he rocked her back in forth.
"It's a miracle that we have now," he whispered.
"But now will end, and I'm going to be alone, again."
"You will find a way to move on," he couldn't bring a smile to his lips. "I've loved you for years when I could have had you, and years when you were just a dream, and I will wait for you in heaven where we will be together forever."
"I love you more than you'll ever imagine." She sniffed.
"I love you more than you could ever imagine." He repeated. "There will come a time when the grief will not be so painful and you will find love despite your self." He smiled.
"But it won't be you." she sniffed.
"But you will have me in your heart and in you memory, I will never be that far from you."
"That's not going to be enough for me." She spoke standing and walking away from him
"Baby please." He followed.
"No, I won't….I'll find that ring….and and…." Clark wrapped his arms around her while the sobs racked her body.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his heart rejoicing and breaking in the same turn to have her alive and leaving her behind. "I wrote," he spoke trying to stifle his own tears and fears. "Every time I thought of you I wrote, there are enough journals for you to read," he kissed her neck, and her hair.
"But all I want is you," she looked up at him and the look on her face shattered his heart into a million bits.
"And you have me, and in the next life, we'll be together."
"But it hurts so much now," she ached.
"I know sweet, I know. In time it won't be quite so bad and before you know it, it won't quite hurt at all." She turned and held him as if her life depended on it, memorizing the freshness of his skin, the warmth of his arms, his breath against her ear.
"I love you Clark Kent," she spoke and looked up and kissed him, climbed up his body and wrapped her tiny frame around his. He held her, letting her lead, letting her grief become his own, to maybe help her to heal sooner.
"I love you too baby." He purred as he made love to her standing on the beach, holding her clinging frame to his. His heart would never know any greater joy than this woman in his arms.
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They sat on a blanket under the stars, Chloe held in the cradle of his body. "How much time do you have?" she asked her voice cracking.
"Not very much," he spoke softly. "I don't want for you to see me like that," he spoke.
"Clark you can't be serious, I won't leave,"
"As my last request love, please, don't stay. I want the last image of me in your head be the one of us making love, not me on my death bed."
"But,"
"Please,"
Chloe spun facing him, "When?" she needed to know.
"In a few days." 'Maybe less' he thought. She gasped, new tears falling. "Don't baby, I can die a happy man, knowing I got to hold you in my arms again." He smirked. "To kiss you," he stole one. "Touch your softness," he trace a figure eight around her breasts "To feel warmth again where there was only cold and loneliness."
"Why does it have to be this way, isn't there any way?"
"I've thought, I railed against it and my last hope was to wait, that maybe by some miracle you'd be found. And here you are, my miracle." He kissed her softly. She closed her eyes to savor every moment. "Don't hold onto your grief Chloe it can consume you and the great big world out there will pass you by. Those JL pups could use your wisdom." He smiled.
Chloe turned around to sit again. "Clark tell me a story." She whispered.
"Once upon a time there was this boy who fell from the sky…."
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They had fallen asleep together on the beach and watched the birth of a new day. Chloe could sense that Clark was different, his kiss was still warm, but his hold on her felt weaker.
"Baby, you need to call A.C." he spoke as he kissed the back of her head. She couldn't bring her self to turn to face him. "Please," he whispered against her cheek. She nodded and found a large hermit crab home, empty. She picked it up and whispered A.C's name in it. She turned to face her love, and the fear that he was slipping away. He looked the same only he had darker circles under his eyes.
He smiled at her and leaned and kissed her. "You still taste like coffee." He smiled.
"And I can almost smell Martha's apple pie." She sniffed as tears slid steadily down her cheeks.
Clark's eyes were alight with laughter. "Promise me that you will keep on living, don't hide behind your grief, please, this is just another one of those paths that we each have to follow, and when they cross again? We'll all be together again." He smiled, tears making his blue eye shine. She nodded and kissed him, trying to drink him in to her cells.
"I love you so much," he whispered.
"I love you so much too," she cried. In a moment she heard what sounded like 2 wave runners approach, one with A.C and one with Kara. Kara was by her cousin's side in a breath and A.C stood next to Chloe. Kara helped Clark to stand; he reached for Chloe to hold her one more time.
"Live for me," he pleaded and kissed her, she kissed him hard, tears matching tears.
"I promise. I love you.." she cried as A.C helped her onto his wave runner. He then went to his wife who was shedding her own tears for her cousin.
"Friends for life," A.C smiled and he spoke and ancient prayer of ascending souls to Clark. "Be at peace my friend, she will be taken care of. "
"Thank you," Clark spoke and hugged his friend. A.C kissed Kara's cheek and turned to his waver runner to get Chloe away from the island. Before he started it and as Clark was being escorted to the hut he could hear.
"I LOVE YOU CLARK KENT!" His heart swelled as his body weakened even further.
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Chloe clung to A.C like a life raft; her sobs tore at his soul. "I'm so sorry baby girl," he soothed. His own heart breaking at loosing his friend.
"Is he?"
"Soon, very soon." He whispered as he jetted them to an awaiting sub. Chloe looked up into A.C's eyes and he could see every one of the hundred years lost haunting her. "I promise to tell you; I couldn't keep that from you, let's get you to the Tower, ok?"
She nodded as she wiped her tears with her arm. A.C carried her into the sub and sat her in her co pilots chair and buckled her in. He loaded the wave runner and shut the hatch.
"Kara?"
"She'll take care of him." He spoke softly. He started up the small sub and it began to submerge. A.C put a hand on her knee and squeezed. Chloe just patted his hand.
Half way through the trip A.C cocked his head, and then bowed it. "And unto the sky from the keepers of all the great waters, a great hero was bid. With honor and Great love, did he go, he found his peace at last."
Chloe bawled, covering her face, Clark was gone and what she was grateful for was the memory of him that would last her until the next life.
Jason had a sense that something was wrong; he sat at the edge of the pier, toes dipped in the water, watching the sun be hidden by clouds. He had spent all of yesterday telling the gang about Watch Tower. They even pulled up some old vid feed of old missions to see the Master at work. Chloe was the glue that kept his grandfather's team together. No wonder his grandpa had been over the moon for her. He heard his uncle's voice from down below and he stood to follow the command.
Jason made his way down to the winding stairs to the sub bay. A.C was there holding a sleeping Chloe in his arms. He gently passed her off to his nephew. "I have to get home, I'll be gone for a few days,"
"She'll be ok?"
"Uh yes, the tests were far more arduous than even I realized, but um things are ok. See you in a few days." He spoke and turned and left. Jason stared at the lithe woman in his arms; he turned and carried her upstairs to the guest quarters.
"Baby don't cry for me, I'm at peace, with the love of a great woman in my heart. I will see you again, remember your promise, live fooorr mmmeeeeeeeee,"
Chloe woke with a start. She was exhausted and her eyes burned. Her body was sore but in a delicious way that broke her heart. She stood and made her way to the bathroom, she stripped and stepped into the shower, trying to wash away her grief, but her heart hurt.
She stayed in the shower for what seemed like an eternity. She finished toweled off wrapped herself in big fuzzy bathrobe and returned to the room. The patio door was open and Jason was sitting in a deck chair, feet resting on the rail.
"Feel better?" he asked sipping a cup of tea.
"Yeah... not really" she frowned and sat on the other deck chair. Jason reached to his other side and pulled another cup of tea from a tray. He handed it to her.
"Oolong," he spoke and took and exhaled a deep breath. "Did you get to say good bye to him?" he asked as he turned to stare at Chloe. Her face paled and she did a fabulous impression of a guppy.
"What?"
"My Uncle is a very diplomatic liar," he smiled. "I was pretty sure that my grandpa wasn't dead." He spoke. "Just from what I know about our physiology,….."
"And you didn't…."
"What? Argue with a man who clearly had a plan? Tell him that it was foolish? He was my hero as much as he was the worlds." He spoke softly. "He's at peace now, isn't he?"
Chloe nodded still not sure what to think of the young Jason Kent.
"Look," he spoke lowering his legs and turning to face her. "If you need a friend, I can do that ok? I have big shoulders if you need to cry, and I can keep a secret," he smiled then stood. "Dinner will be sent up, I figure you might not quite be ready to face the barrage of questions from the gang, take your time? We aren't going any where." He winked at her and turned and left the room.
Jason flew over the southern most point of the Bermuda Triangle, waiting. A buoy popped up dragging behind it was a water proof chest. He dove, cut the line and gathered the chest and flew it back to the Tower. He entered Chloe's room while she was sleeping and set the chest at the foot of the bed. In and out was his plan, his heart shattered when she saw her holding her pillow like a life raft, tears staining its case. He sighed and snuck out, she needed space and time.
The next morning Jason was awoken by the most fabulous smell ever. It was eggs benedict, bacon, omelet's, French toast, sausage. He got up and made his way from his room back down toward the kitchen. It seemed all the duty staff had the same notion.
Standing in the door way was Jake, CJ, Miranda and a few new recruits. "What's going on?" Jason asked. The crowd parted and working her way through the kitchen like a blond tornado was Chloe. She looked up when he entered the kitchen.
She smiled, "Who ever is last to get in here and help, will have to do dishes," she spoke laughter on her face.
Jake was in and out with a full plate, before anyone else. "Can we keep her, can we keep her? She can stay in my room."
"Jake, she's Watch Tower, not a puppy," Miranda spoke and every one laughed including Chloe. Breakfast kept her hopping as she took on a barrage of questions from the new JL. It made her heart ache for her friends, she saw them all in the faces of their grandkids.
Jason just watched; his eyes all knowing which seemed to make Chloe edgy. CJ gave her the 100 dollar tour of the Tower; Miranda showed her the comm. which made her kneed her fingers in delight. Jake showed her the training area, which included a couple of antique video games, a Wii and an X box. Chloe laughed, the more things changed, the more things stayed the same. Kids will be kids.
Chloe found herself walking along the pond, enjoying the peace and quiet. "You mind some company?" she heard from over head. She looked up to see Jason in shorts and a T shirt jut hovering right at the trees canopy, book in hand.
"Sure come on down," she smiled. He floated down to her landing softly.
"How you doing today?" he asked.
"I'm still here," she spoke the tears evident.
"To be honest, I was a little surprised at your appearance this morning."
"Me too, but see I had this crazy dream," she smiled. "And I had a promise to keep."
"Really?"
"It's gonna hurt for awhile, but I promised that I wouldn't let my grief consume me." She smiled up at him as the tears slid down her cheeks.
"Sounds like a reasonable promise." He spoke as they began to walk along the pond in companionable silence.
"Hey would you know where the journals came from? They just appeared in my room?'
"Huh, weird," he smiled and winked at her.
3 Days later, A.C and Kara returned to the Tower. It was time to dig up the time capsule. Clark had made Kara promise to do it after he died. They had had a BBQ and out door day, and as the sun set, A.C dug it up. It was under a bed of Tulips. Jake set up a chair next to the flower bed and the yard was filled with heroes who wanted to get a glimpse of the past.
Chloe opened it and laughed, the first thing she saw was a burrito's of the world flier and a pair of Bart's boots, plus a hood with the lightening bolts on it. She laughed. "I told him a good pair of boots would last a long time," she smiled and handed them off to Jake who was like a kid in a candy store. There was Bart's first hoodie in there too, Chloe opted to keep it, she cried when she saw it.
"I miss him, Jake." She smiled. Next was Ollie's stuff. There was a crisp clean new 100 dollar bill, with a note, 'by the time inflation hits your thoughts will cost as much. I would have listened for free, but for you Tower the world.' She laughed. There was a Starbucks card, "Oh my god is there still Starbucks?" she asked looking at the crowd. Miranda laughed.
"There are nine in a five block radius. That card is an antique though. I can take you for coffee later."
"That would be great." Chloe smiled. She pulled out a small cross bow and several arrows, a pair of his shades and a leather vest. "Ooohh, green bean." She sighed. She set the stuff aside, it was time for Vic, and he left simply a note. "You were the most awesome friend on the planet, the only one who got me, and shared the love for tech. Where ever you are, be happy. Vic." Chloe folded the note and stuck it back in the bottom of the container, fighting her tears, her poor tin man.
"The next is from me." A.C spoke. "The time that we built this, things were getting ugly back home. So a hoodie, a bunch of shells you can't find anywhere," he smiled at her.
"And a Hershey's hug and kiss, all my love, my best friend, your fish stick." He quoted the note. Chloe stood and hugged him.
"I'm so glad you're hear, both of you." She spoke looking over at Kara who smiled and hugged Chloe. She sat back down and pulled out a blade, the one that Dinah had used to try and stop her from hacking Lex. Chloe smiled at the significance. Last but not least was Clark.
"That was his first cape and shield." Jason smiled. There was a stack of letters wrapped in ribbon underneath.
"We did that." A.C spoke, "For you." He smiled.
Chloe stared at them; she was curious but to tired to go into any other emotional missions.
"I can take all of this too your room if you want." He asked. Chloe nodded grateful.
"Who wants dessert?" Jake asked carrying a pie. The entire crowd erupted into cheers. Chloe sighed as the attention was off of her. She tried to collect herself. Kara pulled up a chair and sat close.
"I never left anything because I came and went so quickly, but, I am here if you need. Even at the last, his voice only whispered your name." she smiled.
Chloe sniffed. "Thank you." She squeaked. Kara put her hand on Chloe's shoulder then moved left. A.C sat and joined her.
"Kara and I have to head home tonight, baby girl." He frowned.
"Thank you, you've been so wonderful, I'm glad I still have you fish stick." She smiled.
"Any one of those shells, you need me for anything, just do what you did and whisper my name into it and I'll come." Chloe hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks so much A.C." He wiped her tears.
"There will come a day when it won't hurt quite so much."
"Thanks." She smiled and sighed.
"Lets go get pie before Jake eats it all." He smiled and stood helped Chloe to stand. She was still a little lost, but had been given a life line to her past, and glint of hope for her future.
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Jason had his bags packed by the front entry way to the Tower. He had been gone from home for nearly two weeks, he was tired and just wanted to chill somewhere other than with the rest of the world's heroes. He had a novel to finish before his publisher got seriously pissed. He dug out his car keys glad to drive, as much as he loved to fly, the classic Stang he drove really did give him another sense of freedom. He reached to scan his palm to leave when he was interrupted.
"Where you going?" Chloe asked innocently enough.
"Home," he smiled.
"You mean you don't live here?"
"Uh no…" he laughed. "Are you kidding it would be like animal house all the time. Nope, I have a place and a job that I really need to get to." Chloe looked disappointed.
"Look I have an extra bedroom or two, you'd have your own bath, do you wanna come? Get away from this place for awhile."
"Ummm," She hemmed.
"Suit yourself." He smiled and reached for the scanner again.
"Can you wait while I pack?" she asked sweetly.
"You bet," he smiled. He put his car keys back in his jeans and waited while she bolted up stairs. 30 minutes later he carried her big bag down for her. He grabbed his stuff too and palmed the pad that would open several chains of security. He led her out the front door to the garage, his 'Stang was already parked facing out, ready to go. He opened the trunk and set their stuff in and then went and opened the door for her. She climbed in and he shut it for her. She put her seat belt on as he climbed into the driver's seat.
"Where we heading?" she asked.
"You'll see." He smiled winked and then started the car and drove off.
His quaint home was actually in the country outside of Metropolis. That little visit had her becoming his room mate. Chloe became very fond of Jason. She proofed his novels which seemed save him lots of time.
He helped her get re-acclimated to the new world; she ended up becoming an editor for a publishing firm. It allowed for her other activities which included the Comm. queen for the JL. She and Jason spent a lot of time together on missions and not. It was almost a natural fit.
As time wore on what once was just casual flirting turned into an evening out here and an evening out there, turned into a regular date night.
Chloe was the first to steel a kiss, and it was absolutely electric. He would take her flying, moon lit nights, and sunrises, the end of day and beginning of day was when she felt her peace. Chloe grieved; she read every one of Clarks' journals and felt a kind of peace of knowing he lived a full and active life. She read every letter from her team, and mostly laughed until she cried at their adventures and love for her.
Chloe sat one night watching Jason work on one of his novels and tried to pin point when she fell for him. She could only shake her head. Jason was so unlike Clark in that he was so self assured. He never pressured her to move on or to let go. He gave her space, room to breath, time to let go.
Dating became nearly second nature, and it went on for nearly a year before Jason bought a ring. He surprised her over dinner one night and Chloe couldn't have been more ecstatic.
She had learned that time had a way of biting you in the arse; so their wedding was one that was quick and simple. Performed by A.C on the JL property, the sun shone bright over them and white dove landed on the archway.
Nearly a year later, Kal Clark Kent was born. His parents couldn't have been more proud. Jason held his son as he watched Chloe sleep. "Oh little boy," he whispered. "Do I have a story for you; it's about this spunky little blond that landed a hundred years from her past, to change my future." He gently kissed his forehead and rocked him. Chloe looked up the pair and sighed.
"Thank you," she whispered. Jason knew it wasn't for him. Clark was smiling over them from wherever he was.
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