Stargazing
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: G
Genre: prompt reply (prophet)
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: SV and its characters aren't mine.
A/N: Done for the sacred_20 community. Prompt was 'prophet'... but since I couldn't come up with something that had the actual word in it... I came up with something that had the next best word in it... prophet = prophecy. Lol... Anyway... this is just a short drabblish- something ...
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She can't remember the last time that she did this. Stargazing.
As a little girl her father used to take her out into the golden fields of Smallville and its outskirts, they'd be gone for hours, and then when it turned dark, he would take off his jacket and lay it on the ground, for both of them to lie on.
She remembers how her father would look up at the sky and then start to tell her stories; of beauties and handsome men, of fates, destinies and prophecies.
She recalls the story of a man that risked everything just to retrieve his dead wife from the underworld, and finally loosing her again, because he couldn't not look at her.
As she lay now with Davis on the hood of their rental car, she couldn't help remember all the stories, all the sad love stories that never went well.
He was telling her now about the story of a woman who chose to stay with a man and she couldn't help but compare it to their situation. As he continued to talk to her, she first turned to look at him and regarded him. She cuddled next to him, when he stopped to talk and instead stared back at her, and then she laid her head on his shoulder, and pointed at a star and asked if he knew a story to that one.
Maybe this story would turn out better, happier. She hoped so.