"Whose George?" Clark asked as he helped Chloe up. Clark signaled for Oliver and Victor to leave. They both nonchalantly left.
Chloe put her self together, bringing herself back in the moment.
"Who? Oh, yeah, he's that guard who I..."
"He's the guy you saved." Clark said solemly.
"Clark, I don't need a lecture right now. I wasn't going to let someone die because of me." Chloe said looking around Oliver's living room.
"I know the feeling." Clark said.
Chloe bit her lip, " Then you must know that I had to do everything in my power to save him."
"I know Chloe, but I worry about you. You could have died...permantly... because of me."
Chloe shrugged, "Clark, now's not the time for guilt. We both did what we had to do. We had to find Brainiac and if I didn't use he satelite to find him like you asked me to, then you would have been dead and we all would have been doomed. "
"But Chloe why didn't you tell me that you were caught? I could have helped you."
"You have more important things to worry about."
"Chloe you are my friend. You could have at least have told me."
"I was planning on telling you once you finished doing what you had to do. So your still standing, I'll take that as a sighn that it went well."
"For me." Clark said.
"I'm sorry Clark."
"It's ok Chlo, I'm just glad you're ok. So what are you going to do now?"
"Well, Ollie helped me out with getting a whole new identity but I'll have to lie low for a while until I get to reemrge into society as Jane Doe or something. And for now I'll be assisting super heroe's behind the scenes. It's not a too bad way to get by."
"But Chloe. What about your life in Smallville and Metropolis? What about all of the people who care about you? What about Jimmy and Lois? Are you really going to just cut them out of your life?"
"I kind a have to Clark. It's not safe for them to know me right now. I wrote them both goodbye letters telling them that I'm ok and not to go looking for me, if they know what's good for them."
"Chloe. Do you honestly think that Lois and Jimmy are just going to let this go?"
"They are going to have to. Unless they enjoy prison."
Clark shook his head, "I can't beleive you have to give up your life like this. And all of the people you care about for me."
"Enough with the guilt Clark. Don't worry once this blows over and I established my new idenity I'll contact them. It's going to be ok."
Chloe siad reasuringly.
Clark sighed, "I hope so."
Then Chloe sat down staring in to space, "So Clark, I was wondering if you would do me a favor."
Clark sat down next to Chloe.
"After everything you've done for me. Just name it."
Chloe smiled, "I was wondering if you can check on George for me. He works for the Metropolis PD. You'll probably find him there. If he's ok."
Clark raised his eyebrows at Chloe, "Chloe, you healed him. I'm sure he's more then ok. Besides don't you think that's a little risky if I go right to the police station. They'll think I'll know where your hiding."
"Exactly. They'll think that the last thing a guy who is hiding a fugative would go is the police station. No on will suspect a thing. And if any asks just tell them you've heard I escaped and your worried about me."
"OK, Chloe, but is all of that worth I'm sure he's fine."
Chloe bit her lip looking away, "It's not just that. It's... the only person I healed who wasn't already dead was Jimmy and he saw me do it."
"You think this George guy saw you." Clark said worried.
"Yeah, and even if he didn't there's evidence that something wierd happend. There was a lot of blood...and..."
Clark interupted, "Don't worry Chlo, I'll take care of it."
"Thanks Clark." Chloe hugged him leaning on his shoulder.
"Anything for you , Chlo."
George hurried in the Metropolis PD locker room, clutching on his hot jacket. He kept his jacket zipped up the whole time, while giving his statement to Veronica. While talking to her, he tried whole heartedly to ignore the touch of the sticky blood on his stomach.
He went in the locker room going through his stuff, pretending to look for something, while he waited for erveryone to leave. When the coast was clear, he quickly pulled off of his, then he tugged off his blue bloody shirt. Then he wripped off his white under shirt that was to to his toned six pack. He took a a towel and started wiping off the dry blood. He heard foot steps and he quickly thrw the towel in his locker stadning in front of it, blocking anyone's view of the contents of his locker. He stood still.
"Hey man, I heard you got in big trouble." It was his friend Roy.
"Hey, Roy. Is that would you heard?" George said trying to keep his cool, but feeling tense.
"Sergent Sawyer wants to see you. She looks pissed."
After Roy left, he qucikly put on a clean uniform shirt on.
When he arrived in Sergent Sawer's office she was talking on the phone.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
She motioned for him to sit down.
George smoothly sat down.
"Hey, Autnie Mag's. You wanted to see me?"
Then she hung up, " Here it's sergent Sawer. George, what is this I hear about you letting a fugative escape?"
"Oh, come on I didn't let her escape on purpose. I was knocked out."
"You let yourself get knocked out. And why did you refuse to go to the doctors?"
"I'm fine now." George said.
"Oh, you are so not fine. Weren't you the one who begged me to give you more responsiblity. Even though your fresh out of the academy?"
"Yes..."
"And I said if you do this task for me I would give you more responsiblity. And what do you do...you let this girl escape."
"Look aunt...sergent. I'm sorry but the really wasn't anything I could do."
"You are back on paper work detail and no more patrol's or going out on the field until further notice."
He wanted to object but he couldn't not after everything that happend. This girl saved his life so what ever punishment he was given he would take it besides it wasn't o bad right now.
"Fine." He said and got up and left.
After he left he bumped it to tall guy with black sleek hair, wearing a red jacket.
"Oh, sorry about that man."
The guy just stood there gawking at him like he was shocked seeing him. He looked like he recognized him.