title I Dream of Clarkie
author
khushiyanfandom: characters Smallville: Chloe/Clark
setting Around Season 6
rating PG
summary Unfortunately for Chloe, niether her dreams nor her powers are coming together.
an Part of
tobywolf13's Chloe Fic-a-thon challenge. I'm sooooooo sorry it's late! There was such a damn rucus!! Also, this is my first pure Chlark piece ever (pure because most of my other ones had unrequited love going on) so be gentle! ^_^ Another thing: hate the title, please help me think of a better one! I'll pay you with backrubs!
She smiled at Clark as he came closer to her, gliding almost. The sunset behind him seemed to only add to the ethereal image in front of her. She reached forwards towards him and was shocked to find that there was nothing beneath her feet. Her bare feet were just hovering over the clouds, the retreating sunset giving them a dusky pink colour. She gasped as she saw what she was wearing, a beautiful ivory colour Grecian style dress with twist over straps, wondering when the hell she changed out of her ‘I *heart* Moo Cow’ pyjamas. When she turned her head up again she held a breath as Clark stood mere inches away. Green eyes connected with blue and the only thought in her head was how gorgeous Clark looked. His eyes, his jaw, hair, everything about him seemed more confident, more dangerous, even his full lips looked…
Chloe instantly blushed at the thought, and glanced down in embarrassment. Head still turned down, she glanced up to find Clark now reaching towards her. His strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist and hoisted her up so that she was at eye level with him. Her hands at his shoulders, her breath suddenly short and sharp, a devilishly charming smile on his lips. He pulled his lips close to her ear and she closed her eyes in enjoyment as she felt his hot breath brush over her. “Clark,” She whispered. She could almost feel his smile, her joy almost paramount, waiting for the moment he’d declare his love for her. Her heart began to beat faster as she began to feel impatient. ‘He’s going to say it now… he’s going to say it now…’ He smiled into her hair and licked his lips before beginning to say BRRRRRRRRRRIINGG!!
She pulled back instantly to see his face as normal as ever, concern creasing his brow. “Clark?”
“BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIINGG!!” He said again, his face looking as if she had suddenly grown two heads.
“Clark, are you okay? What’s happening to you?!” Chloe began to try and escape his hold, but he kept on looking at her with intense scrutiny.
“BBRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGG!!”
“Oh my God, your natural language has set in!” Chloe screamed. “And I can’t understand a word your saying!”
Clark widened his eyes in alarm and took a small breath before trying to speak to her again. “BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRINGG!”
“Oh God no!” She pulled back to viciously and suddenly that she slipped out of his grasp and fell back to Earth with alarming speed. The only sound she could hear was Clark’s agonised “BBRRRRRRINGG!”
A sharp pain slammed into the right side of her forehead as she connected with the ground. Chloe screwed her eyes shut, trying to calm herself down. ‘Nothing feels like it’s broken…’ She told herself as she wiggled her fingers and toes. A strange wet sensation filled the palm of her hand and she grimaced, “Please don’t let that be a cow…” Chloe slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see a deep Oak floor. ‘Wait, that’s my deep Oak floor!’ She shot up instantly to see that she was in her apartment over the Talon.
“Aw man!” Chloe sighed, realising that yet again she’d fallen out of her bed whilst dreaming of Clark. Except this time it was her chair as she had been emailing Lois, asking all about her holiday with Ollie. Chloe sat up and saw that rather than it being a cow; it was her coffee that she’d knocked over as her head hit the corner of her desk on her way down. She secretly thanked Clark for breaking all of her favourite mugs, forcing her to use ugly paper cups for her coffee, thankful there was no china to break her fall. ‘Clark…’ She whimpered and stood up slowly, her head still painful. “I can’t even get you in my dreams…” She muttered darkly and looked about the room. Her eyes narrowed as she found the offending item: her alarm clock. It was still ringing loudly, so Chloe felt no guilt whatsoever when she slammed it into her bin. “There, you Clark-dream-wrecker-you.” She folded her arms snugly and glanced at what hands the clock was pointing to before she so manically destroyed it: half past ten.
“Half past ten?! But Clark’s supposed to be coming over for brunch in half a second!” Chloe ran into her bathroom and began to hurriedly wash her face and brush her teeth. There was a sharp knocking on the door just as Chloe looked in the mirror to survey her sparkling teeth and forehead which surprisingly had no bruise. ‘It’ll probably infest later, when I least want it…’ She pouted and walked back into her bedroom to find Clark by her desk, wiping up the spilt coffee. Two fresh cups of coffee stood by her laptop causing Chloe to grin widely. “Hey Chlo’,” Clark called out cheerily without looking up.
“Hey Clark, you don’t have to do that.” She mused as she stepped towards him.
“Yeah, but if I didn’t, you wouldn’t either.”
“True,” She nodded her head in agreement and grabbed the coffee cup and sat down on her bed, taking a long sip. She waited until he had gotten up and thrown the kitchen towel into the bin.
“Thanks for the help,” He said in a dry voice.
“Your welcome!” She beamed at him as he sat down on her chair. “Overslept again?”
She nodded glumly, “And this time I had the fortune to fall out of my chair and hit the floor too. Ah well, it adds to the whole ‘fall in your dreams’ scenario. Makes it more real.” She averted his eyes and looked into her coffee cup.
“You had a nightmare?” The concern in his voice touched her, so she couldn’t help but look up at him again.
“Well, not really…” Her eyes glazed over slightly as she recalled Clark in all his suave hotness, she blinked and found his more country but still hot self staring into her, concerned. “Oh it was nothing really. We were flying and-”
“We? As in you and me? Flying?”
“Yes, Clark. We, as in you and me, were flying over somewhere… Anyway, we were flying and um,” She blushed slightly, and glanced at him to realise he was still staring at her with the same intensity, not having a clue what she was thinking so she decided to edit that part out. “Well, you dropped me.”
Clark suddenly became extremely pale. “I can’t believe I dropped you…” ‘Better not tell you about the rest then…’ Chloe thought snidely but brushed the thought away when she saw how melancholy he looked.
“Clark it was just a dream. Nothing life threatening.”
“Well it obviously was considering you jumped off your desk whilst dreaming.”
“Oh that,” Chloe rolled her eyes at him, “I wouldn’t start filling your head with anything. I’ve jumped on and off desks on plenty of occasions.” She bit her tongue when she realised the undertones of what she had just said but was slightly affronted to find that Clark was not affected whatsoever.
“You do know that I’d never drop you…”
“I know Clark, and that’s what makes you the perfect hero. Besides, you’re not allowed to.”
Clark raised an eyebrow. “If you did, you’d be hopeless.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s not like you can actually do anything without me…” She let out a small chuckle.
“Oh yeah, the world is hopeless without Chloe Sullivan to guide it’s path.”
“Damn straight.” Chloe nodded in a serious manner.
“How do I worship at your alter, oh magnificent one?” Clark got off his chair and bent down onto his knees.
“You can start by handing over that cup of coffee there…” Chloe looked at it with a strange greed in her eyes.
“You’ve got your own!” Clark pouted. Chloe gave him her sweetest puppy dog eyes as she shook her empty cup at him. He crossed his arms and shook his head. “Please, pretty pretty please?” Chloe’s face instantly saddened, and she looked as if she were about to cry.
Clark clenched his jaw and shrugged his shoulders. “Fine,” He passed her the cup and as soon as it was in her hands she let out a squeal of happiness. “Hey!” Clark looked as if he were about to get up and grab it back but Chloe instantly attached her lips to the cup. A few seconds later, the cup was completely empty.
“Thank you Clarkie, that was extremely refreshing.”
“I’ll bet.” He got up and rubbed his hands on his jeans, “Well, since I can’t do anything without you, you can buy me coffee.” He looked pretty pleased with himself, especially when Chloe rolled her eyes and got up. “You’re not going out like that?”
“Huh?” She glanced down at her outfit and mentally kicked herself for not realising that she was not wearing the Grecian dress, but the pyjama set instead. ‘Damn moo Cow!’ “I’ll be back in a few…” She grabbed a pair of dark jeans, and a fuschia short sleeved top and hesitantly reached in her underwear draw to grab a pair. She glanced around and was again annoyed to see that Clark had averted his gaze. ‘Damn chivalry!’ She slammed the drawer shut and went into her en suite bathroom.
She glanced in the mirror again, and was confused to find no bruise again. Chloe squinted slightly wondering if she was just imagining things, but there was still no bruise. ‘Erm…’
She came out of the bathroom half an hour later, baffled as ever. “Clark, is there or is there not a bruise on my forehead?” Clark immediately came close to her, his worry causing him to instantly grab her head and inspect it like someone would look at their favourite bowling ball.
“Nope.” He let go of her head and smiled. “Why?”
“I could have sworn I hit my head on my desk on my way down…” She glanced at her desk and raised her eyebrows at the dent in the corner. ‘Why isn’t my head impaled on that lethal corner?’
“You probably didn’t Chlo’…”
“Erm, yeah…” She blinked and looked back at Clark and gave him a nervous smile. “Remind me to get rid of sharp corners…”
Clark shook his head and put his hands on her shoulders and led her towards the front door of her apartment. “C’mon Chloe, my coffee’s waiting for you…”
“Fine, but breakfast is on you!”
“It’s almost 12!”
“Lunch then!”
***
“That was delicious Clark,” Chloe patted her full stomach as she exited the door Clark opened for her.
“It was just soup.”
“No, it was good soup.” Chloe sighed blissfully as Clark matched her strides. The cool breeze tickled her neck, giving her a strange sense of comfort. “When you’re starving, everything tastes good.”
Clark nodded his head in agreement and smiled at her. “We really should do this more often.”
“What, oversleep, fall out of bed and get a giant invisible bruise which doesn’t hurt and then skip breakfast? Sure Clark… My power must be to ruin all normal things.”
Clark sighed and pursed his lips, “I meant this. You know, just hanging out. Even if it does remind me how incompetent I am.” He smiled at her reminding her of her previous comment.
“Yeah, this was good too. I’d put it just before the soup in terms of amazing things today.”
“Only ‘just’?”
Chloe gave him a pained look and patted him on his shoulder. “I hate to break it to you sunshine, but you’re just not that special.”
“And here I thought the sun shined just for me,” He put his hand against his heart and made a small sniffing sound.
“Aw, have I finally defeated the invincible? Maybe my powers just being you’re weakness.” She laughed lightly at the thought, and glanced at Clark who seemed to turn slightly red. ‘Great. Blush when I make a normal comment… unless-’ Her thoughts were cut through by the sound of a high-pitched scream. “What the hell was that?”
Clark turned his head, and by the way his eyes zoned out, Chloe knew he was using his super-hearing to zone in on the trouble.
“There’s a robbery at the bank.”
“What? Go and sa-” But Clark had already vanished. Realising that if meteor rock was involved, Clark really wouldn’t be able to do a thing without her, she decided to follow his trail and edged towards the bank. As she neared the building, she could hear the frantic yells of the thieves and the whimpers of the customers. “Damnit…” Chloe whispered as she glanced inside through the doors to see one of the thieves pull together the metal grating, standing just in front of Clark. She gasped at his shocked expression just before the grating came down.
Chloe bit her lip for a moment, as a large swarm of people began to crowd around her. She had to do something… ‘Backdoor? It’s a shot…’ Chloe nervously edged away from the crowd and headed to the back of the bank. Knowing that the bank would not have the same level of security as anything in Metropolis or Gotham City, she began to run around the corner and into the small alleyway. Strangely, the door was unlocked, open even…
She almost had her hand on the doorknob when the door burst open and standing before her was one of the thieves, the black hockey mask covering everything except the fear in his eyes. He looked behind agitatedly and then back at Chloe who was beginning to step backwards. He lifted up his gun, his arm quivering and without a moments pause pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit her like a truck…
***
It felt like forever without him.
Lying on the floor, shot right in the heart, all Chloe could was wait for him. The tiny nagging voice in her head, the one that made her do all the things she never thought she would, the one that she wished never came back, told her that perhaps Clark did let her fall. An uneasy sensation gripped her. She was without him.
Surprisingly, there was very little pain. Though her chest burned, she had no energy to open her eyes and survey her wound or to even panic. Instead she lay on the ground, her mind in one place and her body in the alley. She wasn’t sure where she was anymore. Was she dead and in Heaven? Or in Hell? Either way, they weren’t easy to tell apart. It was only when she heard Clark’s agonised screaming o her name that she thought she was in Heaven.
“Chloe!” Strong hands gripped her body and pulled her towards him. Cold fingers on her pulse heaved a relieved sigh as they found a slow but dull pulse. She laughed to herself when she realised that even in the most alien moments ever, Clark never failed to do the most human thing. He could have just listened to her heartbeat. ‘But that wouldn’t make him Clark…’ She mused sadly.
“Please Chloe, wake up. You know I can’t do anything without you.” His voice was so small that it broke Chloe’s heart. “I’m sorry I never told you this before but I love you. I love you Chloe.”
‘Oh my God, he said it. He finally said it and I’m halfway dead…’ A strange thought flickered in her mind. ‘I don’t feel dead… I don’t feel hurt at all.’ Her mind ran back to the earlier incident, when her head was not impaled by the corners of doom. ‘Oh My God…’
She felt Clark hold her tightly in an embrace, causing all the breath inside her to be knocked out.
“Cll-aaarrrrrrr-k…” She slurred, the heavy sensation in her tongue lightening already.
“I’m here, I’m here…”
Slowly she opened her eyes and her eyes connected with two piercing blues. She almost thought it was the Clark from her dream… and it was. “Well. I feel strangely dandy.” She told him with bright eyes.
“But you got shot.” He said dumbly.
And Chloe would have replied with some witty retort if there was any blood around her, hell if there was even a bullet wound. “And that’s where the ‘strangely’ comes in Clark… I know I got shot. I felt the bullet hit me, but there’s nothing.”
Clark narrowed his eyes, it all finally making sense. If she actually was shot then she should be dead. But she wasn’t. Clark looked at her chest and x-rayed her for the bullet, which was supposed to be inside her chest but instead found it just on top. He reached towards her chest gently before Chloe could complain picked up the bullet that rested there. A small hole in her clothing showed her bare skin.
“Watch the hands buddy!” Chloe screamed instantly irked.
“Sorry,” He offered sheepishly realising what he just did. Trying to distract her, he showed her the bullet. It was completely flattened on one side, the side that had connected with her skin. “No way!” She sighed and snatched the bullet from him. “It looks like it had an encounter with the Clark mobile.”
“Mobile?”
“Well you’re carrying me aren’t you?” Clark sighed and let his grip loosen. “But what does this mean?”
“It means that… that I can’t get hurt.” She looked at him with wide, scared eyes. “Ever.”
Clark looked uncomfortable for a second, as he shifted Chloe out in his arms to try and make her more comfortable. He averted her piercing gaze, feeling guilty that he caused this. That she was different because of him…
“Don’t even think that Kent.” Clark looked at instantly, hoping she couldn’t read minds as well. “It’s not your fault.”
“But-”
“No.” Her voice was strong and flat but Clark could see the slight fear in her eyes. “You can’t honestly tell me that little baby Clark came through the sky on purpose to make us all into meteor freaks.”
“No, he came to conquer you!” Clark snapped, his whole demeanour less than peppy.
“Clark, come on. This was bound to happen to me sooner or later. It’s inevitable. Smallville is what it is.” Chloe gave him a small smile, her voice filled with age-old wisdom.
“And what’s that?”
“A place where Clark Kent saves you no matter what.” She put a soft hand on his face and smiled at him.
“I didn’t save you today.” His voice was so small Chloe thought it wasn’t him.
“But you did. Clark, just by being here today, you’ve saved me enough.”
“I didn’t though. It was your power.”
“And would you care to tell me how I got the power?”
Clark’s face soured. “Through the meteor rocks.”
“And they came via?”
He hesitated for a moment before adding in a cracked voice, “Me.”
“Give the boy a medal. He finally got it… Come on Clark, there was nothing freaky about this robbery at all. The only freak here is me.”
Clark gave her a slight grin and pondered for a moment, “I promise Chloe, you won’t ever be the only freak.”
“Why, have you found a hot freak boy for me?” She wasn’t sure why she said those words but for some reason she did and she dreaded his response.
“Yes, I have.” Chloe froze and looked at him intently. It was the same Clark from her dream.
And as he pulled her tight to envelop her in a passionate kiss, she realised it wasn’t. The Clark from her dream was this Clark all along.
She almost pulled back to slap herself, make sure she wasn’t in a dream anymore but she felt Clarks grip on her tighten and she didn’t care even if she was. This was her Clark kissing her, her Clark loving her. And that was enough.
For now at least.