Disclaimer: Smallville is not mine.
She went looking for trouble again. I mean I don't think that she was actually looking for the type of trouble that she ended up finding, but who goes looking for vampires?
Vampires.
Chloe totally almost got eaten by a vampire. That's not cool. It should never have happened, and I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on her. I told her to knock off the trying to give me gray hairs (I'm not old enough to start looking distinguished yet). I wasn't happy to see her in that hospital bed. I was even less happy to see her move her attacker into her dorm room.
I'm getting ahead of myself. It went down like this.
Chloe's got her heart set on The Daily Planet. I don't see the attraction myself - newspapers get the news out kind of slow for my taste, but she gets all awed and poetic about it. The girl could blind someone with her smile when she is in reporting is my calling mode. My heart is set on a happy Chloe, so I just go with it. She had some sort of an interview with some cranky lady who said some stuff that had Chloe all fired up about finding The Story (trust me that you could totally hear the capital letters when she said it).
I had to bounce out of town for a few days to handle a little job that Chloe and I had decided was in need of my attention and particular skill set. She told me to be careful like she always does. The future Mrs. is a bit of a worrier - it's sweet. I just wish she would channel some of it toward her personal safety. I told her not to go getting herself into anything that she couldn't get herself out of while I was gone. She gave me that who me look thing that she does. We're going to have to have a chat about that. We're also going to have to have a little talk about the meaning of can't get yourself out of before something like this happens again. And it will happen again. That's just how life with Chloe works. We just need to work on our communication skills.
I finished up a little early and headed back to find that Chloe had gone sleuthing without me. That's not unusual. She was sleuthing long before I was in the picture, and she isn't going to stop. I'm cool with that. She wouldn't be Chloe if she wasn't in the thick of things. I know Chloe well enough by now to know that wherever she was there would be a trail leading me right to her on her computer. Yes, I snoop through her stuff. It's an invasion of privacy - blah, blah, blah. I've heard it all before, and I'll hear it again. The point is that she's still alive, so I don't think any apology on my part is in order.
I swooped her out of the creepy girls gone wild on steroids sorority house and got her to the hospital lickety split. It almost didn't work. The brunette was harder to get her away from than I expected. I don't have the same skills as other people who need to learn how to use them better. Here's a hint - when the best friend is in danger of getting eaten, you stop worrying about keeping your powers hidden and get your butt where it needs to be.
If we were talking about how we know about Clark's powers (which we are not because we are still pretending that we don't know that the other knows), then she would tell me that it wasn't his fault. She's the one who didn't wait for him to get there. The problem is that doesn't change that I know that he could have been there long before she got from her dorm to that deathtrap. I'm a little biased and a lot grumpy. Seeing Chloe in a hospital bed does that to me apparently. Clark did come through with talking Baldy (still not forgiven for the Chloe manhandling) into handing over a cure, so I guess that counts for something.
Then, a getting better Chloe started the it's nobody's fault spiral. Maybe she wasn't in her right mind, but would you invite the person who almost caused your early demise a couple of days before to be in the room while you sleep? I know my girl is loyal and all, but that can't be healthy.
She explained some long, complicated spiel about how they weren't really vampires and couldn't control themselves. They had some sort of a disease or something. I caught something about rocks and caves and that was about all that I got. In my book, if it wants to suck my blood and kill me, then it's a vampire. I don't need an explanation of the whys. I just need to know how to stop it. I'll cop to maybe missing part of the details - I slipped out for a snack. Don't judge. It takes a lot of calories to keep me running. Sometimes, you just need a couple or six tacos to tide you over until supper. Besides, Chloe always knows when I take off on a run. Most people don't notice (don't really want to notice probably). I have been in and out enough this past summer for Chloe to get used to the signs. It's super cute how she reaches out and stops the papers on her desk from flying without even thinking about it now.
With the old roommate gone, I was thinking that I wouldn't have to be quite so careful with my ins and outs and I would get to see it more often. We're back to square one now except I didn't feel like I needed to guard her from the random girl that housing assigned. I'm going to have to watch the brunette (and definitely not in the I'm so blinded by the shiny hair that I couldn't possibly chide her about the attempted murder of the supposed best friend way that someone else does).
Yeah, I'm not happy. I guess it kind of shows, huh?