The night her real life started

Fandom: Smallville

Author: vodooman

Rating: G

Genre: prompt reply

Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis

Short summary: "I just wanted to… say good bye." Was all he said; he wasn't even looking at her. She noticed that his eyes were fixed on the ground, on her shoes.

Any warnings: none.

Disclaimer: SV and its characters aren't mine. I only write fan fiction.

A/N: Done for the sacred_20 community. Prompt: Revelation. I re-started on my chloom-y fic-trip. This is something I wanted to first do as a drabble… Yes, it was short and it had a picture that would explain the dialogue… but then after sometime of lying around on my laptop, I re-wrote some parts, thought about how and what really would happen, and then decided to make a longer piece out of it… I think the fic looks actually pretty good. Ok, so it's not really a 'wow' fic, but it is a nice in-between for all that are waiting for my actual 'AU verse Chloe/Davis/George' fic.
A/N 2: This is after Abyss. Chloe got mind-raped… so she doesn't remember Clark/his secret/other things. Things in Abyss happened, which means Davis kissed Chloe, and she told him that she'd stay with Jimmy… but different is only that he decides that he wants to take some time off… now read the fic!!!

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Alright Chloe, one more night… and then it will be all over. So why are you so fluttery about it? I'm not even sure that… urrggg… For crying out loud, stop doubting this, you're only getting married.

There was a knock on the door. She opened it, and saw Davis Bloome stand there in a blue shirt, not his usual paramedic uniform.

"Davis… I don't think you should be here…" said she. She hadn't forgotten the kiss, or the way she felt about it, even if other things in her life were a little blurry. She for example couldn't really give an absolute answer on why she had agreed to marry Jimmy, or why she always felt the need to stay near Smallville or Metropolis.

Even if a lot of things were blurry, Davis was the only thing that wasn't. He was a clean, clear cut in her life. The only thing that was, and she wondered more then once since that kiss, why it was that Jimmy would be the man she was marrying tomorrow and not Davis. Why had she said yes to Jimmy…?

"I just wanted to… say good bye." was all he said; he wasn't even looking at her. She noticed that his eyes were fixed on the ground, on her shoes.

"Goodbye? Why, I mean if this is about … errmmm what happened between us then…" she started. She knew that if he wanted to cut ties with her, then it would be the best if she just let him, but there was something about Davis Bloome she couldn't quite explain.

"It's complicated… I really think it best if I leave…" he said, and then looked up at her. Her heart speed up, and she felt her self melt at the 'lost-puppy' look she was receiving.

"Davis…" she tried again.

"I still feel that you're marrying the wrong guy… and I really don't want to be making a scene or anything. I accept that the better guy got the girl… I'll live through it!" he said, and she felt that everything that was coming out of his mouth was untrue.

Was Jimmy really the better guy? Would Davis really move on?

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving …" he said, and at that her eyes widened.

"You're leaving? I mean, leaving leaving? As in really leaving … Why…?"

"I need to move on! I feel like I am suffocating here!" He tried to look away, and then sighed loudly. "My blackouts are getting worse, and I was hoping that maybe a change of scenery would help me somehow… You know, like some kind of therapy."

"So you'll leave Metropolis?" she asked confused. In a way she could sympathise with him. She too was feeling like she was suffocating here. She had the feeling like for the past years someone else had lived her life, and that she had just woken up to a mess she should now live in.

He was turning, and she knew that if he left now she'd never see him again. And in an act she knew the old her might not have done, her little, shaky voice seemed to have stopped him. "I don't want this…"

His back straightened and he turned back to her. His face was one of agony, of sorrow. "I'm sorry Chloe, but I really need to leave. Believe me, I'd stay here if I could… but I can't… not even for you." His sorrow was written all over his face, and she knew that this statement had hurt him even more because he had to voice it out loud.

She shook her head, and started again. "No… I don't want this!" she waved her hands around her. Around her apartment, the one she shared with a man she didn't really love, but was marrying.

She shook her head again, this time more forcefully. "I don't know what is happening… I mean, yesterday everything was so clear. I guess there was a focus for me. A reason why I was doing things… Today I am confused about why I am going to marry this man tomorrow. Why am I living this life…? It's like all of my reasons are gone… and I have… I'm target less… Davis… I don't want this…"

He looked at her, trying to understand what she was saying. She knew that in a way she was hurting him. Because she knew that if she was in pain then he'd be too, it was written on his face that this was hurting him now.

"I mean… I don't know… I … I…" she shook her head. There were tears in her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. Instead she tried to laugh it off. "I mean, I am marrying this man tomorrow. I should be happily nervous. And instead, I am trying to figure out why I never had holidays away from Metropolis. What was I doing with my life before…? Are these simply jitters one gets before marriage, or is something wrong with me?"

He hadn't moved yet; was listening intently to what she was spilling, and it helped her in a way, made her feel better. So she continued on, telling him all she had never told anyone else, knew she couldn't tell Jimmy because it wasn't something the other wanted to hear.

"I was thinking… something must be wrong with me. I don't know… I wanted to tell Jimmy about my concerns… but every time I try, he just tells me this and that about the marriage ceremony tomorrow… he doesn't let me breath in a way… he only wants the happy Chloe around, and I just…" her shoulders slumped down, her breath hitched. She looked up at him, his form was now towering protectively over her, and she imagined his shadow to surround her.

She looked doubtful at him. "Don't go, Davis…" her voice was small and fragile. He looked ready to painfully refuse her bidding. "Don't leave without me… please?" she asked, this time almost whispering.

"What?" asked Davis startled his surprise showing clearly on his face.

"I… Please take me with you…" she started again, this time even more unsure about herself then before.

Davis looked at her inquiring, but still with a soft and warming face. "Chloe, maybe you're still a little confused because of all the things that happened to you… Maybe we should get Clark to take you to the doctor, who cured your amnesia…"

"No! Please! Davis, I don't know why but I really don't want to see Clark right now. And I am sure… Ever since that amnesia episode, I have felt like things are blurry in my life, the only thing that isn't, that is clear and always was, is you. Davis, please take me with you. Don't go without me." The statement 'not this time' was hanging in the air.

Davis looked down at her, and then sighed deeply, nodding his head. "Ok, alright. I'll take you with me…" he said. And even though she knew that it was probably what he might have hoped for when he came to her door, that she'd go with him willingly; she knew that it would for some time to come still weight on his guilt that she would leave another man a day before her marriage for him.

She took a step towards her couch, retrieved her jacket and then turned back to him. She held out her hand to him, and Davis hesitantly took it.

That night, they left Metropolis forever. They didn't turn around, didn't look back, and she was wondering more then once on the road, why she had never attempted life somewhere else before.

Years later she would still tell her children how on the day before her marriage to another man, she had had a revelation when their father had visited her to bid her goodbye. She never regretted leaving the life she barely remembered, not even when her childhood friend Clark came and found her, wanting to take her back with him.

She stayed with Davis, married and they were happy parents of three mischievous little kids. Somehow the move away from Metropolis had helped Davis, and in a way it also helped her. She was happy; and years to come, she would still be happy.

The end.