Chlark Fanfic: Crisis, Chapter 28
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Some more Crisis for ya. A short chapter; hopefully it'll be enough to tide you over until the next is ready (hopefully next week).
Enjoy! :-P
Title: Crisis
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst
Timeline: Season 2-3 (Exodus - Exile; Clark’s RedK Summer & beyond)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics
Summary: A violent encounter between Chloe and Clark threatens to destroy their friendship forever.
Feedback: …would be appreciated. This is a very challenging story for me. Thank you! :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 28
“Chloe, no!”
He sped to her in a flash and grabbed her wrists, immobilising them. The second he touched her, all hell broke loose.
He had expected her to scream. What he hadn’t anticipated was the scale of sheer terror and panic that gripped her. She kicked and struggled like a wild animal that had just been caged, her screams escalating with every second as she did everything she could to get away from him.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, kicking and thrashing wildly as he lifted her off the ground. “Don’t touch me!”
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” he roared. “Why would you even do that to yourself?”
“Put me down!” she screamed, her voice echoing loudly off the mountains. “Let go of me!”
“Calm down! I just want to talk to you---”
“Get your hands off me!”
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself---”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Chloe, I’m trying to help---”
“Let me go!”
“Drop the rock!”
“Let me go!!”
“Only if you drop the rock!”
“Nooooo!” she cried, twisting and kicking valiantly whilst keeping a firm grip on the offending stone in her right hand.
“Then I’m not putting you down,” he said grimly. Enraged, she yelled and attempted to head-butt him, but he quickly ducked his head out of the way.
“Are you crazy?” he bellowed, his eyes blazing as he held her aloft and shook her. “You’re gonna hurt yourself! I told you, calm down!”
“Just let me go!” she screamed, her eyes widening in fear at the crimson swirls in his eyes. “No…don’t hurt me again, please! Please…” Her screams turned to sobs as she finally ceased struggling and froze in his arms, her legs dangling listlessly.
Slowly he lowered her to the ground. As soon as her feet touched down she crumpled to the desert floor and sat in a wilted heap. He sat beside her and kept a gentle but firm grip on her shoulders as she wept; huge, racking sobs that shuddered through her entire body.
“Let me go,” she pleaded, using her forearms to press against his to try and dislodge his hold. “Please let me go.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Chloe---”
“Let me go.”
Clark glanced pointedly at her left hand, his heart tightening in his chest as he spied the spot of blood welling up on her inside wrist.
He swallowed. “Will you drop the rock?”
She hesitated for a few seconds, and then finally uncurled her fingers and the let the stone fall to the dusty ground.
“Let me go,” she insisted quietly.
He stared at her for a long moment.
“Alright,” he finally relented, relaxing his hold. “But if you so much as look at that rock sideways, I’m gonna have to restrain you again - and I know you don’t want that. Okay?”
She nodded. As soon as his hands released her she scrambled across the dusty ground until she was several feet away from him, sheltered in the shade of a large cactus.
He stayed where he was but kept a close eye on her. She seemed to have worked all the aggression out of her system because whilst her tears still fell she was relatively quiet, the silence occasionally punctuated by the sound of her sniffles and hitching breaths. Occasionally she cast furtive glances in his direction, her eyes sad and full of despair as she continued to wipe her tears away.
Clark inched backwards and rested against a large rock. There would no doubt be questions to follow, questions which he would honestly answer. For now, he’d just wait until she’d gotten all the grief and volatile emotion out of her system.
There would be time to talk later.
***
Martha Kent had just taken a fresh pie out of the oven when the telephone rang. Quickly she set it down on the table and picked up the handset.
“Mrs Kent?” enquired a voice on the other end of the line as soon as she picked up.
“Speaking. Who’s calling?”
“Hello, Mrs Kent; it’s Louise Dobson, School Nurse at Smallville High. I’m calling to reschedule Clark’s appointment.”
“Appointment?” Martha echoed with a frown.
“He was supposed to see me this evening, but he bailed right after swim class.”
Martha froze and swallowed nervously. “Is…is everything okay?”
“He had a little accident in the pool, and was supposed to come to the sanatorium for a quick check-up, but he never showed. This is the second time he’s missed an appointment, and…well, it’s becoming a bit of a concern.”
Martha gripped the phone until her knuckles went white. “Louise, when you say ‘little accident’…exactly how little are we talking here?”
There was silence on the line foe several seconds. Then: “He said he got a cramp when he dived into the pool, because he went under and almost drowned,” she explained quietly. “He needed to be resuscitated.”
The blood drained from Martha’s face and she began to tremble violently. “Oh, my God…”
“But he’s fine,” Louise hastened to add. “At least, fine enough to walk out the door, but it’s very unusual for a swimmer to get a cramp on impact. Since Clark’s medical records with us are sketchy at best, we figured we might as well take this opportunity to get a more detailed medical profile on hand.”
Martha gulped. “Well, Clark…he’s always been extremely healthy, and I guess this sounds silly; but he really doesn’t like needles or the sight of blood,” she explained lamely.
Louise chuckled. “I understand,” she replied. “None of the kids likes making a trip to my office; but it would put our minds at ease if he underwent a full check-up, just to eradicate the possibility of any underlying problems.”
“But he’s perfectly fine, I assure you,” Martha insisted.
“Mrs Kent, he’s had an alarmingly high number of incidents and near-misses this term; more than enough to garner concern, and we would be very unwise to ignore them,” Louise said gently. “It’s for Clark’s benefit, and I apologise if I’ve made you worry; that wasn’t my intention. I’m sure the tests will come back fine, but it’s just one less thing for all of us to worry about.”
“I understand,” Martha replied softly.
“I can write you a referral to SMC or even Met Gen, if you’d like,” she offered.
“Don’t worry Louise; I’ll make sure he gets a thorough check-up, and we’ll send a copy of the results to you,” Martha said. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs Kent. I’ll be expecting them.”
The line went dead, and Martha calmly replaced the handset back on the cradle. For several seconds she drummed her fingers on the table and stared blankly ahead, her calm exterior shrouding the nervousness that clamoured within.
It was Chloe. Martha knew she didn’t have a shred of evidence to prove it, but it was clear that Chloe had attacked Clark with kryptonite again - and this time, she’d gone too far.
“Honey?” she heard Jonathan call as he opened the screen door. “Is Clark home?”
“No,” she answered distractedly. “No, he’s not.”
“Oh. Gabe Sullivan just rang, he wanted to know if Chloe was here,” he said.
Martha stiffened. “Chloe?”
“He’s looking for her. Said he’s been trying her cell, but she’s not picking up. I thought maybe Clark might have seen her---” he paused. “Martha, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Everything, she thought miserably as a tear rolled down her cheek. She’d warned Clark of the dangers of indulging Chloe’s need for vengeance, but he hadn’t listened and this was the result. There was no telling now what the next move would be from either of them. Clark was bound to be angry and upset at what Chloe had done to him, possibly even to the point of retaliation. And with both of them now apparently missing…
“Martha, are you crying?” Jonathan asked, turning her to face him and staring at her with worried eyes. “What’s going on?”
She wiped her eyes with a trembling hand and took a deep breath. It was time to come clean to her husband.
“Jonathan,” she said tremulously. “Honey…there’s something I need to tell you.”
***
Chapter 29…
Some more Crisis for ya. A short chapter; hopefully it'll be enough to tide you over until the next is ready (hopefully next week).
Enjoy! :-P
Title: Crisis
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst
Timeline: Season 2-3 (Exodus - Exile; Clark’s RedK Summer & beyond)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics
Summary: A violent encounter between Chloe and Clark threatens to destroy their friendship forever.
Feedback: …would be appreciated. This is a very challenging story for me. Thank you! :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 28
“Chloe, no!”
He sped to her in a flash and grabbed her wrists, immobilising them. The second he touched her, all hell broke loose.
He had expected her to scream. What he hadn’t anticipated was the scale of sheer terror and panic that gripped her. She kicked and struggled like a wild animal that had just been caged, her screams escalating with every second as she did everything she could to get away from him.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, kicking and thrashing wildly as he lifted her off the ground. “Don’t touch me!”
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” he roared. “Why would you even do that to yourself?”
“Put me down!” she screamed, her voice echoing loudly off the mountains. “Let go of me!”
“Calm down! I just want to talk to you---”
“Get your hands off me!”
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself---”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Chloe, I’m trying to help---”
“Let me go!”
“Drop the rock!”
“Let me go!!”
“Only if you drop the rock!”
“Nooooo!” she cried, twisting and kicking valiantly whilst keeping a firm grip on the offending stone in her right hand.
“Then I’m not putting you down,” he said grimly. Enraged, she yelled and attempted to head-butt him, but he quickly ducked his head out of the way.
“Are you crazy?” he bellowed, his eyes blazing as he held her aloft and shook her. “You’re gonna hurt yourself! I told you, calm down!”
“Just let me go!” she screamed, her eyes widening in fear at the crimson swirls in his eyes. “No…don’t hurt me again, please! Please…” Her screams turned to sobs as she finally ceased struggling and froze in his arms, her legs dangling listlessly.
Slowly he lowered her to the ground. As soon as her feet touched down she crumpled to the desert floor and sat in a wilted heap. He sat beside her and kept a gentle but firm grip on her shoulders as she wept; huge, racking sobs that shuddered through her entire body.
“Let me go,” she pleaded, using her forearms to press against his to try and dislodge his hold. “Please let me go.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Chloe---”
“Let me go.”
Clark glanced pointedly at her left hand, his heart tightening in his chest as he spied the spot of blood welling up on her inside wrist.
He swallowed. “Will you drop the rock?”
She hesitated for a few seconds, and then finally uncurled her fingers and the let the stone fall to the dusty ground.
“Let me go,” she insisted quietly.
He stared at her for a long moment.
“Alright,” he finally relented, relaxing his hold. “But if you so much as look at that rock sideways, I’m gonna have to restrain you again - and I know you don’t want that. Okay?”
She nodded. As soon as his hands released her she scrambled across the dusty ground until she was several feet away from him, sheltered in the shade of a large cactus.
He stayed where he was but kept a close eye on her. She seemed to have worked all the aggression out of her system because whilst her tears still fell she was relatively quiet, the silence occasionally punctuated by the sound of her sniffles and hitching breaths. Occasionally she cast furtive glances in his direction, her eyes sad and full of despair as she continued to wipe her tears away.
Clark inched backwards and rested against a large rock. There would no doubt be questions to follow, questions which he would honestly answer. For now, he’d just wait until she’d gotten all the grief and volatile emotion out of her system.
There would be time to talk later.
***
Martha Kent had just taken a fresh pie out of the oven when the telephone rang. Quickly she set it down on the table and picked up the handset.
“Mrs Kent?” enquired a voice on the other end of the line as soon as she picked up.
“Speaking. Who’s calling?”
“Hello, Mrs Kent; it’s Louise Dobson, School Nurse at Smallville High. I’m calling to reschedule Clark’s appointment.”
“Appointment?” Martha echoed with a frown.
“He was supposed to see me this evening, but he bailed right after swim class.”
Martha froze and swallowed nervously. “Is…is everything okay?”
“He had a little accident in the pool, and was supposed to come to the sanatorium for a quick check-up, but he never showed. This is the second time he’s missed an appointment, and…well, it’s becoming a bit of a concern.”
Martha gripped the phone until her knuckles went white. “Louise, when you say ‘little accident’…exactly how little are we talking here?”
There was silence on the line foe several seconds. Then: “He said he got a cramp when he dived into the pool, because he went under and almost drowned,” she explained quietly. “He needed to be resuscitated.”
The blood drained from Martha’s face and she began to tremble violently. “Oh, my God…”
“But he’s fine,” Louise hastened to add. “At least, fine enough to walk out the door, but it’s very unusual for a swimmer to get a cramp on impact. Since Clark’s medical records with us are sketchy at best, we figured we might as well take this opportunity to get a more detailed medical profile on hand.”
Martha gulped. “Well, Clark…he’s always been extremely healthy, and I guess this sounds silly; but he really doesn’t like needles or the sight of blood,” she explained lamely.
Louise chuckled. “I understand,” she replied. “None of the kids likes making a trip to my office; but it would put our minds at ease if he underwent a full check-up, just to eradicate the possibility of any underlying problems.”
“But he’s perfectly fine, I assure you,” Martha insisted.
“Mrs Kent, he’s had an alarmingly high number of incidents and near-misses this term; more than enough to garner concern, and we would be very unwise to ignore them,” Louise said gently. “It’s for Clark’s benefit, and I apologise if I’ve made you worry; that wasn’t my intention. I’m sure the tests will come back fine, but it’s just one less thing for all of us to worry about.”
“I understand,” Martha replied softly.
“I can write you a referral to SMC or even Met Gen, if you’d like,” she offered.
“Don’t worry Louise; I’ll make sure he gets a thorough check-up, and we’ll send a copy of the results to you,” Martha said. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs Kent. I’ll be expecting them.”
The line went dead, and Martha calmly replaced the handset back on the cradle. For several seconds she drummed her fingers on the table and stared blankly ahead, her calm exterior shrouding the nervousness that clamoured within.
It was Chloe. Martha knew she didn’t have a shred of evidence to prove it, but it was clear that Chloe had attacked Clark with kryptonite again - and this time, she’d gone too far.
“Honey?” she heard Jonathan call as he opened the screen door. “Is Clark home?”
“No,” she answered distractedly. “No, he’s not.”
“Oh. Gabe Sullivan just rang, he wanted to know if Chloe was here,” he said.
Martha stiffened. “Chloe?”
“He’s looking for her. Said he’s been trying her cell, but she’s not picking up. I thought maybe Clark might have seen her---” he paused. “Martha, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Everything, she thought miserably as a tear rolled down her cheek. She’d warned Clark of the dangers of indulging Chloe’s need for vengeance, but he hadn’t listened and this was the result. There was no telling now what the next move would be from either of them. Clark was bound to be angry and upset at what Chloe had done to him, possibly even to the point of retaliation. And with both of them now apparently missing…
“Martha, are you crying?” Jonathan asked, turning her to face him and staring at her with worried eyes. “What’s going on?”
She wiped her eyes with a trembling hand and took a deep breath. It was time to come clean to her husband.
“Jonathan,” she said tremulously. “Honey…there’s something I need to tell you.”
***
Chapter 29…