Smallville: Revelations, Epilogue
Title: Smallville: Revelations
Author: latetothpartyhp / FlyingHigh
For: mygyps17
Rating: PG-13/Teen for language, some violence, and some mentions of sexuality
Warnings: Bullying and some scenes of violence involving a child
Prompts: Summer camp, haunted cabin, jealous & spying Lana. No Clark ignoring Chloe for Lana, no Clana dating, no kryptonite.
Summary: A mysterious apparition is trying to kill a young Smallvillian and it's up to Chlark to save her! Takes place in Season 2 after Vortex and before Heat.
Author's Note: This is my first stab at a prompt, so I'm submitting this with fingers crossed. Also see my note at the end of Chapter 5 and after the Epilogue. Originally posted at the secret_chlark Summer 2012 Gift Exchange.
Table of Contents
Clark drummed his fingers a few times against his locker door. Books, check. Folders, check. Pens, check. Pencils, check. Everything was in order. He'd put up his photo of him and Pete and Chloe at Crater Lake for the 8th grade Spring Fling picnic and the photo Pete had taken of him and Rose on his last day at camp. Rose had just walloped a water balloon at him in it, so she looked happy. It was hard to tell, from her emails, whether she was happy at her dad's or not. She didn't have anything bad to say about him, but she didn't have anything really good, either. His mom told him not too worry about it too much, she was probably still missing her mom and her old life a lot still and they would learn to love each other in time. He hoped she was right. If anyone deserved for her dad to love her, it was Rose.
He picked up the photo he'd put up and taken down now half a dozen times and tried to decide whether to put it back up. It was the shot his dad had taken of him and Chloe on the roof of the Daily Planet. It made him smile every time he looked at Chloe pretending to hold up the DP Globe in the palm of her hand and his fake shock at her strength, but he already had a photo of Chloe up, and having another one, especially of their not-a-date-because-his-dad-had-shown-up-halfway-through, would invite commentary, particularly from Chloe. She'd been really cool about the whole thing, had even gotten into a long conversation with his dad about the Smallville Savings & Loan and why he was in Metropolis applying for a loan at the Kansas Farmers and Ranchers Credit Union, but still. They hadn't even kissed at the end. He'd really strategized that kiss, too - he'd planned it for either the roof of the Daily Planet, when she brought him up there, or , as a back-up, the bus stop when he left to go back home. Then - nothing.
Afterward he'd spent a lot of time in the loft, mulling over what-might-have-been if his dad hadn't shown up, or if they hadn't run into Assistant Camp Director Olsen in that empty office with the view she wanted him to see, which, on top of being really weird, had been a huge mood killer. He especially mulled over roof-top scenario. Of course, not everything he mulled would have had a reasonable chance of occurring. In fact, he was pretty sure Chloe wouldn't do most of the things on a first date, outside, in public, that he'd mulled over in his head. But she might have done some of them, he thought, scratching under his eye.
He'd been doing that a lot lately. He thought he might be developing an allergy, but he couldn't imagine to what. At first he'd thought it might be something in the barn, because that's where he first noticed it. Lately thought he'd been experiencing it in other places - in the shower, in his bedroom first thing in the morning, the other night in the kitchen when Chloe called. He wasn't sure what to do about it, since none of the drugstore antihistamines did anything for him at all. His mom thought it would probably stop with the frost. Again, he hoped she was right. It really sucked to--
“Clark!”
He practically jumped. Thank God he didn't actually. Instead he managed to turn like a normal person and smile.
“Chloe!” She was smiling up at him, wearing one of those tank tops she had with almost no top and he could barely keep himself from scratching at his eyes like a lunatic they were itching so bad. Instead he reached down and pulled her into a hug. “You're back!”
“Yeah, fresh from the wilds of Metropolis. The General insisted I stay until last night.”
“He still had you on communications lock down?” She smelled like cucumber and melon and felt soft enough to sleep on and he was really going to need some eye drops, or something. A hard frost, probably.
“For as long as he legally could,” she said, pulling back. Reluctantly, he let her go. “Hey! You act like you haven't seen me in a month!”
“That's because I haven't,” he answered, blinking furiously.
Chloe frowned. “Are you feeling okay? Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
“No, I'm okay.”
“No you're not. You look awful. Let me take you to the nurse.”
He shook his head and squeezed his lids shut tight. He wouldn't be able to keep his eyes shut for the rest of the day, but it helped for now, and he couldn't go to the nurse. He and thermometers did not play together well. “I'll be fine, Chloe,” he said, and peeled his eyes open. As if his words were an incantation, he was. He could see without burning.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I was just … happy to see you,” he grinned.
She lifted a brow. “Really? And I'd guess that's a banana in your pocket down there.”
“Wha -“ Oh. Yeah. Sure. She had no idea. “They don't allow food in the classrooms, Chloe. You know that.”
“That's too bad,” she said in a tone that made him thinking maybe his mulling wasn't as far off the mark as he'd originally thought. “So, what's on the Kent Agenda for first period? Reading, writing, 'rithmatic?”
“Biology.”
“Oooh - with the mysterious new Mr. or Ms. Aitkins?”
“You too?”
“Wanna solve a mystery?” she asked, smiling up at him. God, her smile was just … blinding. Literally. He could not see right now. Not if he didn't want to scratch his eyes out. God he hoped this didn't last all day. If it did he didn't know how he would make it.
Author's Note: If Ravager/Rose Wilson is your DCU fave, let me just say I know I haven't done her justice because I did such a minimal amount of research before plunging into this story, and you have my apologies. On the other hand - this is the show that turned a fifth-dimensional imp into a bookie, so there's that.