Clark looked over the data that Chloe had posted for him, and quickly understood why she had dragged him away from his investigation of the plant so quickly.

"So this is saying..." he started.

"Yes. Two or three major rumbles like the ones we have had over the last few days and the entire support structure of the geothermal plant will be completely compromised. It won't be any stronger than a pile of matchsticks. Doomsday will be able to break through easily."

"But why? How? Can Lex really be so foolish as to dig up the old plant?"

Chloe gave him a non-smile. "If he thinks something down there would give him the ability to destroy Superman? You betcha he would."

Clark began pacing, his cape whipping around him in dramatic fashion. "But doesn't he realize that Doomsday is a threat to the entire world? Not just me?"

Chloe shook her head. "I don't know, Clark. I wouldn't put it past him either way. But that isn't the important part."

Sighing, Clark stopped his pacing. "You're right, of course. The important thing isn't the why. The important thing is keeping Doomsday buried, or barring that, how to defeat him."

Chloe nodded agreement, then hesitated before continuing. "Clark, I know you don't like to talk about it. But I think you need to remember more about exactly what happened during your fight with Doomsday at the plant the first time - like how you survived the initial fight and how you got it down the Core Shaft."

Clark shook his head in some distress. "Chloe, it isn't just that I don't like talking about it. I honestly don't know everything that happened. I don't know why Doomsday didn't kill me after we hit the plant. I was unconscious - an easy target. Instead it went to the Core shaft room...and killed someone else instead." He looked at her with pained eyes. "That person - whoever they were - died horribly in my place." His hands clenched. "And I don't even know why!"

Chloe got up from her chair and moved to him. As she had in days long, long ago, she put her arms around him in a comforting hug. For a moment he stood frozen, but then he hugged her back.

After a long moment, when he pulled away again he was clearly more at ease. Since she had decided to leave Star City, something that had been wrong for a long time between them had started to heal. They might never be like they once were, but they were learning to trust one another again, and that was enough.

Victor cleared his throat loudly across the room, drawing their attention. "Guys, I hate to break up your moment, but I think you should see this."

"What is it?" Clark asked as he and Chloe joined Victor at his workstation.

Spinning his monitor around, Victor replied, "I think it may be a ghost."

Davis stood in front of the clocktower building, unsure what to do now that he was here. He wasn't even entirely sure why he had come here. He could have gone to The Daily Planet. He could have called and left a message for Clark.

But instead he had come here. To this place where the Darkness he had given form to had killed Jimmy.

Knowing the tragedy that had happened here, there was no reason to think that Clark would be here. Certainly, no reason Chloe should be.

But still, some instinct had drawn him here.

A mechanical buzz attracted his attention and he saw the security camera refocusing on him. He looked into the lens purposefully, making sure it got a good shot of him. He didn't know who was on the other side of that lens, but he had come back to Metropolis for a reason, and this was where his instincts had brought him.

Despite his good intentions, he wasn't sure what sort of welcome he would get once he exposed that "Davis Bloome" wasn't dead. Of all the reactions he had imagined, what he got wasn't it.

Looking at the screen that showed the man standing outside The Watchtower, Chloe couldn't breathe.

A ghost, indeed.

The man she had seen earlier - the one that had seemed so familar - it was him.

Davis.

An unexpected leap of joy filled her heart for a moment. Davis was alive! He was here!

Then reality came crashing back.

Davis Bloome was dead. Oliver had gone to extraordinary lengths to be sure of it. She had - in utmost secret - gone to his grave regularly in the intervening years since his death. She had even been true to her promise to herself and planted a brilliantly flowering cherry tree at the spot.

But now someone who looked exactly like him stood on her doorstep.

Rage filled her heart where a moment ago had been joy. Hadn't she suffered enough already? She had loved Davis Bloome passionately - in a way she had never loved before or since. But he had fallen into darkness as he was consumed by his monstrous alter ego. In the end, he had become nothing more than a soulless, murderous shell of the man she had loved.

Worst of all, she still didn't know if it was her fault that he had fallen so far. Had her use of the Black Kryptonite - which she had thought would save him - instead been his destruction?

Even after all these years, it was a thought that woke her in a cold sweat.

And now this. It was some sort of cruel game. This man that looked so much like her dead love - from his pale skin to his warm brown eyes - was a clone or a phantom or some other sort of twisted monster come to plague her.

She pressed the intercom button and, between clenching teeth, spat out - "Who are you? And why do you look like Davis Bloome?"

Author's Note: As you may know, I am a multi-shipper - including for Chlark. I really hated how Clark and Chloe's relationship degenerated in S9 and S10, and wanted to patch it a bit. I like to think they could be friends again if they were brought more into each other's lives again, so touched on it a bit here. That said, I hope you enjoy Chloe and Davis full reunion next chapter! :D