And You Won't Look Back [Smallville, PG] 2/2 - Resolution
Series Title: Resolution
Title: And You Won't Look Back 2/2
Author: all_you_wanted
Pairing: Clark/Chloe
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG
Challenge: firstline_fic
Prompt: #10
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don’t sue.
A/N: Written for scoob2222’s Touch-a-thon with a prompt of ‘finally’. Inspired by Your Ex-Lover Is Dead by Stars. Companion piece to Put Me Inside Flesh That Is Dying.
Spoilers/Timeline: Season 8 / non-spoiler based speculation
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"Hello? Have we met?"
It's been four thousand, three hundred and sixty two days since the last time you saw her face.
Well that's not exactly true. You've seen her face numerous times over the years. (in the crowds surrounding your latest victories...in your memories when you close you eyes) You don't know if it's a testament to a rigorous beauty routine or a by-product of her one-time enhanced meteor abilities, but like you, her face is untouched by time. (part of you, the selfish bit, prays for the latter... that possibly you have someone to spend immortality with)
"Ah, it's okay big guy. I promise it won't bite." Her voice pulls you out of your melancholy and you notice the extended hand waving in the space between you.
You have no clue how long she's been holding it out to you.
"Oh." You take her hand, more out of habit than politeness. It feels strange, (the last time you touched her, you killed her) yet familiar, much like the smile she gives you. (the last time she smiled at you like that, she was a different person) You don't drop her hand and she doesn't pull away. Instead she leans in, smiling conspiratorially, (oh how you've missed that smile) and bringing you in closer says. "This is the part where you tell me your name."
(oh Chloe, how I've missed you)
"Clark Kent! How've you been you old dog." Someone says your name loudly and claps you on the back, startling you. (??) In all the commotion, you drop her hand. "Honey, this is Clark Kent."
"So I've heard." She looks you up and down, but now her smile is only for the intoxicated man leaning on your side. "Tell me, just how much celebrating have you been doing?" She tries to act mad, but it does reach her eyes. (green, white, black and now back to green) She winks at you like you're a part of her private joke (you wish) and suddenly your heart aches with an alien pain, the likes of which you haven't felt since you carried her, body broken and pleaded to the sky for a 'second' second chance.
"Come on old dog, Clark Kent, help me get the Daily Planet's new editor-in-chief in a cab." She brings you out of your memories and together you get your new boss outside the building and into the backseat of a canary yellow Metrocab.
"Thanks. My instincts were right about you, Clark Kent is a helpful kind of guy." Her smile is for all you again. "Are you sure we haven't met before?" You shake your head sadly and it isn't until she shivers that your realize it's beginning to pour. Cold droplets run down your face as you help her into the car. "I guess I'll be seeing you around the office." You look at her surprised, you'd never seen her at the office before and she clarifies. "I'm the new bosses wife, but you can call me Lois."
(the face maybe the same, but the name and the life...)
This time, when you held her hand, she pulled away first and as you watch her car drive off, you know she isn't going to look back.
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