And I Saw God Cry in the Reflection of My Enemies
Title: And I Saw God Cry in the Reflection of My Enemies
Author: Ellie06
Pairing: Chloe/Clark
Rating: G
Spoilers: Freak
Disclaimer: I own nada! Don't sue!
Summary: Clark breaks into 33.1 to rescue Chloe.
A/N: This is a short one shot and a slight AU version of Freak. I'm very new to this whole fanfic writing thing so any feedback is greatly appreciated :D!
Blond hair that normally gleamed, lay dully against the red of his jacket as Clark carried Chloe away from the metallic monstrosity that had strapped her down moments before he came tearing through the walls in panic, in rage.
“Wait.”
The word rings out weakly and resounds against the steel coldness of the walls around them. There is an unrecognizable dullness in her voice. It is an utter lacking that stops him cold and wrenches back this clawing question he desperately wants to bury inside this room.
Where is Chloe?
It is the same question that haunted every passing moment of his search in the past weeks since she disappeared from the Talon. And even as he holds her in his arms, solid and trembling, the question lingers in his mind like a rotten stench he cannot erase. Because the woman he has found is the not one he lost.
He blinks away this realization because it is too much, too soon. He is not yet ready to mourn.
Before he can utter a protest, she slips out of his arms onto the bare floor. Wordlessly, she takes two unsteady steps and stands silently before the flat, steel table. Its sterile surface betrays no crimes.
Clark knows better.
Despite his alien strength, Clark is not one who is prone to violence. He loathes his capacity for unintentional destruction and so everyday is an exercise of his restraint. He is painfully conscious of every movement. Never once has he regretted this palpable awareness that is a daily test to his control.
Until now.
Now he wants to tear down these walls and this entire compound until nothing remains but dust and debris.
Now he wants to find him, wrap his hands around him until nothing remains but blood and bone to wash away his betrayal.
Now he wants for anything, anything but this moment which has him reaching for a shadow that bears no resemblance to his dearest friend. But reach he must because it is all he knows how to do. Always, he seems to be reaching for those things that are perpetually beyond his periphery.
Lana. Pete. Alicia. Lex.
Chloe.
“Please. Chloe, we need to go...” His pleading trails away as it is engulfed by her silence. Minutes tick by and she continues to gaze at the table with a solemnity that borders on reverence. It leaves him confused and afraid.
Finally, she turns back towards him. She is pale and shivering. The blue hospital gown dwarfs her frame and enhances her frailty. Her legs tremble with exhaustion. Eyes that once glowed with vitality and mystery stare back him with a hollow vacancy that threatens to break him.
“I wanted…I needed one more look.”
“Why?”
An unspeakable sadness enters her eyes.
“Because this is where I died.”
It is too much, it is too soon. It doesn’t matter because the grief comes anyway, crashing down upon them like an avalanche and shattering apart every hope and dream and wish and want they have clung to. She sobs and it is an echo of their shared despair.
And then she is in his arms again, both of them broken and on their knees.
“Promise me, Clark.” Her breath hitches and she clutches him as if in prayer. “Promise me this isn’t the end.”
“Chloe.” Her name dies on his lips. Words have never been his strength and this moment is no exception. He can offer her no comfort with words. And so he gathers her close, envelopes her into his sorrow, his trembling resolve as tears fall down his face.
He cradles her in his arms and it is all he can bear to do.
Author: Ellie06
Pairing: Chloe/Clark
Rating: G
Spoilers: Freak
Disclaimer: I own nada! Don't sue!
Summary: Clark breaks into 33.1 to rescue Chloe.
A/N: This is a short one shot and a slight AU version of Freak. I'm very new to this whole fanfic writing thing so any feedback is greatly appreciated :D!
Blond hair that normally gleamed, lay dully against the red of his jacket as Clark carried Chloe away from the metallic monstrosity that had strapped her down moments before he came tearing through the walls in panic, in rage.
“Wait.”
The word rings out weakly and resounds against the steel coldness of the walls around them. There is an unrecognizable dullness in her voice. It is an utter lacking that stops him cold and wrenches back this clawing question he desperately wants to bury inside this room.
Where is Chloe?
It is the same question that haunted every passing moment of his search in the past weeks since she disappeared from the Talon. And even as he holds her in his arms, solid and trembling, the question lingers in his mind like a rotten stench he cannot erase. Because the woman he has found is the not one he lost.
He blinks away this realization because it is too much, too soon. He is not yet ready to mourn.
Before he can utter a protest, she slips out of his arms onto the bare floor. Wordlessly, she takes two unsteady steps and stands silently before the flat, steel table. Its sterile surface betrays no crimes.
Clark knows better.
Despite his alien strength, Clark is not one who is prone to violence. He loathes his capacity for unintentional destruction and so everyday is an exercise of his restraint. He is painfully conscious of every movement. Never once has he regretted this palpable awareness that is a daily test to his control.
Until now.
Now he wants to tear down these walls and this entire compound until nothing remains but dust and debris.
Now he wants to find him, wrap his hands around him until nothing remains but blood and bone to wash away his betrayal.
Now he wants for anything, anything but this moment which has him reaching for a shadow that bears no resemblance to his dearest friend. But reach he must because it is all he knows how to do. Always, he seems to be reaching for those things that are perpetually beyond his periphery.
Lana. Pete. Alicia. Lex.
Chloe.
“Please. Chloe, we need to go...” His pleading trails away as it is engulfed by her silence. Minutes tick by and she continues to gaze at the table with a solemnity that borders on reverence. It leaves him confused and afraid.
Finally, she turns back towards him. She is pale and shivering. The blue hospital gown dwarfs her frame and enhances her frailty. Her legs tremble with exhaustion. Eyes that once glowed with vitality and mystery stare back him with a hollow vacancy that threatens to break him.
“I wanted…I needed one more look.”
“Why?”
An unspeakable sadness enters her eyes.
“Because this is where I died.”
It is too much, it is too soon. It doesn’t matter because the grief comes anyway, crashing down upon them like an avalanche and shattering apart every hope and dream and wish and want they have clung to. She sobs and it is an echo of their shared despair.
And then she is in his arms again, both of them broken and on their knees.
“Promise me, Clark.” Her breath hitches and she clutches him as if in prayer. “Promise me this isn’t the end.”
“Chloe.” Her name dies on his lips. Words have never been his strength and this moment is no exception. He can offer her no comfort with words. And so he gathers her close, envelopes her into his sorrow, his trembling resolve as tears fall down his face.
He cradles her in his arms and it is all he can bear to do.