Fic: Crossroads 1/?
Title: Crossroads
Summary: rewriting Doomsday and season 9 into a more coherent storyline. Or at least trying to… Comments are very much welcomed.
Beta: the_bluesuede (thank you! you're awesome!)
Prologue
“You found a way to kill him, didn’t you?” One look was all it took for her to read him, “and Clark wouldn’t go along with it.”
Chloe always knew him better than anyone else. Dinah went to her, trying to make her understand, but Ollie could see it in her eyes before they got to the backpack full meteorite rocks.
She was considering Clark’s plan.
Of all the Boy Scout's harebrained schemes, this was the most dangerous, for him and for everyone else. How could she not see that?
“As long as I stay with him he doesn’t change” she said. Ah, that’s why. He felt like screaming. What the hell was she supposed to do? Stay with him 24/7 for the rest of her life? She offer herself up to save him? “Please, don’t do this to him,” her tone causing something to twist painfully inside of him. Oliver tells himself that it’s just his natural response to a damsel in distress begging and that it has nothing to do with that woman being Chloe.
Everyone is allowed their own delusions.
“They have to.” And the beast awakens. Oliver was not stupid. He knew the plastic cuffs wouldn't even slow down Big and Ugly over there, but at least they gave him the illusion of control. “Chloe, it’s not working anymore.” She swallowed and went to Davis.
“Chloe, wait." He tried to stop her, a hand extending toward her. For a moment when her hand paused before touching his, their eyes met and he knew she understood. She was asking for trust and he gave it to her.
“The black Kryptonite can separate you from the beast, Davis. You would be human.” Watching her with Bloom was just painful: the hope in her voice, the heartbroken look in the paramedic’s face, the inexplicable tightness in his chest.
“No. If they do that the Beast will tear everything to pieces.” The tragedy of this story was that Davis Bloom was a good guy stuck in the middle of a really shitty situation. “Even if Clark can stop it, he won’t be fast enough. It would kill everything in its path, and I can’t risk that. I can’t risk you, Chloe.” He wiped her tears away with his thumb before turning to the team. “What’s the plan, then?” he asks them.
When they were done explaining, Davis nodded and turned one more time to Chloe. “You were the best part of my life. You made me real, and I-“ she cut him off with a kiss.
Oliver could feel his fingernails digging into his palms. He suspected she loved Davis. But it was one thing suspect something and another entirely to have it proven right in front of his eyes.
The explosion when it happened made the ground tremble under their feet. Oliver's hand hovered over her shoulder, afraid of touching her. She turned around without a sound and started walking toward the exit. There was a complete lack of emotion on her face, and somehow that scared Oliver more than if she had just crumbled.
***
Tess stared at the light show coming from the sphere in her--well, Lex’s really--garden, stupefied. When she could finally see again, she could hardly believe what was in front of her. There was a large symbols burned onto the grass, a stylized Z, and there in the middle of all: Davis Bloom.
***
Somewhere in another castle computers started to beep. Summers turned toward one of the monitors almost losing half of his precious coffee in the turn.
“What the-“ he quickly set his cup down and started typing. “Hey, Freckles you better call the Big White, she’ll want to see this.”
The only other occupant of the office, a comely redhead known to all but Summers as Jackie Flanders turned to him with a frown
“How many times have I told you, it is Flanders, not Freckles!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look,” he showed her the monitors where the satellites showed clear images of hundreds of brands on different grounds throughout the globe.
“What in the name of sanity is that?”
“Something the Big White will want to know about."
***
Her head was pounding and it felt like someone had just slammed a hammer through her body. “Someone get the plates of the truck that just run over me?” Lois took a few deep breaths before standing up. She took in the scene surrounding her, charted papers, broken chair and computers...it looked like a tornado just went over the Daily Planet. All she could say when she finally looked through the window to a very bright red sun was “Huh? What the hell?”
Summary: rewriting Doomsday and season 9 into a more coherent storyline. Or at least trying to… Comments are very much welcomed.
Beta: the_bluesuede (thank you! you're awesome!)
Prologue
“You found a way to kill him, didn’t you?” One look was all it took for her to read him, “and Clark wouldn’t go along with it.”
Chloe always knew him better than anyone else. Dinah went to her, trying to make her understand, but Ollie could see it in her eyes before they got to the backpack full meteorite rocks.
She was considering Clark’s plan.
Of all the Boy Scout's harebrained schemes, this was the most dangerous, for him and for everyone else. How could she not see that?
“As long as I stay with him he doesn’t change” she said. Ah, that’s why. He felt like screaming. What the hell was she supposed to do? Stay with him 24/7 for the rest of her life? She offer herself up to save him? “Please, don’t do this to him,” her tone causing something to twist painfully inside of him. Oliver tells himself that it’s just his natural response to a damsel in distress begging and that it has nothing to do with that woman being Chloe.
Everyone is allowed their own delusions.
“They have to.” And the beast awakens. Oliver was not stupid. He knew the plastic cuffs wouldn't even slow down Big and Ugly over there, but at least they gave him the illusion of control. “Chloe, it’s not working anymore.” She swallowed and went to Davis.
“Chloe, wait." He tried to stop her, a hand extending toward her. For a moment when her hand paused before touching his, their eyes met and he knew she understood. She was asking for trust and he gave it to her.
“The black Kryptonite can separate you from the beast, Davis. You would be human.” Watching her with Bloom was just painful: the hope in her voice, the heartbroken look in the paramedic’s face, the inexplicable tightness in his chest.
“No. If they do that the Beast will tear everything to pieces.” The tragedy of this story was that Davis Bloom was a good guy stuck in the middle of a really shitty situation. “Even if Clark can stop it, he won’t be fast enough. It would kill everything in its path, and I can’t risk that. I can’t risk you, Chloe.” He wiped her tears away with his thumb before turning to the team. “What’s the plan, then?” he asks them.
When they were done explaining, Davis nodded and turned one more time to Chloe. “You were the best part of my life. You made me real, and I-“ she cut him off with a kiss.
Oliver could feel his fingernails digging into his palms. He suspected she loved Davis. But it was one thing suspect something and another entirely to have it proven right in front of his eyes.
The explosion when it happened made the ground tremble under their feet. Oliver's hand hovered over her shoulder, afraid of touching her. She turned around without a sound and started walking toward the exit. There was a complete lack of emotion on her face, and somehow that scared Oliver more than if she had just crumbled.
***
Tess stared at the light show coming from the sphere in her--well, Lex’s really--garden, stupefied. When she could finally see again, she could hardly believe what was in front of her. There was a large symbols burned onto the grass, a stylized Z, and there in the middle of all: Davis Bloom.
***
Somewhere in another castle computers started to beep. Summers turned toward one of the monitors almost losing half of his precious coffee in the turn.
“What the-“ he quickly set his cup down and started typing. “Hey, Freckles you better call the Big White, she’ll want to see this.”
The only other occupant of the office, a comely redhead known to all but Summers as Jackie Flanders turned to him with a frown
“How many times have I told you, it is Flanders, not Freckles!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look,” he showed her the monitors where the satellites showed clear images of hundreds of brands on different grounds throughout the globe.
“What in the name of sanity is that?”
“Something the Big White will want to know about."
***
Her head was pounding and it felt like someone had just slammed a hammer through her body. “Someone get the plates of the truck that just run over me?” Lois took a few deep breaths before standing up. She took in the scene surrounding her, charted papers, broken chair and computers...it looked like a tornado just went over the Daily Planet. All she could say when she finally looked through the window to a very bright red sun was “Huh? What the hell?”