Fic: Three Moons Over Metropolis (And I Feel Fine)
Three Moons Over Metropolis (And I Feel Fine)
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating: PG
Category: Chlark.
Spoilers : "Vessel", vauge references to season 6.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No-Thing. And what I do own is boxed up in cardboard boxes.
Summary: How do you survive the end of the world?
Author's Notes: I borrowed the premise of the new ABC Family show, Three Moons Over Milford, for this fic.
---When a meteor blasts the moon apart, leaving three large pieces in a degrading obit, it can mean only one thing for the people of Milford. They have to live life as if there's no tomorrow-which actually might be the case. The Follow Your Dreamers are out climbing mountains or off studying worms, and the Chicken Littles have ended it all. But it's the Muddle Throughers who have it the toughest. They are just trying to do the best they can with whatever time they have left.
Milford has nothing to do with this fic, except for the fact that our friends in Metropolis are facing the same uncertain future and wackiness.
“How can you be so calm?” Chloe asked Clark, sitting down on the roof of the Daily Planet building, during the midst of a greatly needed lunch break. From her small bag, she took out a bottled frappuccino. The commercials claimed that it would help her escape from the stress and have a magic moment to herself, but Chloe suspected the advertising people at Starbucks were lying bastards.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Clark said, as clueless as ever. He sat down on the roof beside Chloe and withdrew an large red apple from his pocket, and took a large bite.
“Clark, you were more upset when Friends went off the air than you are now. And the world is ending now, where as Central Perk will never go out of business in reruns.” Chloe gazed up at the afternoon sky, where the three moons rising in the sky shone. She still expected to see one moon, not three, even after all this time.
It had only been a couple of months, but it felt like years. The end of the world was nigh, but nobody seemed to know when the chunks would start to fall. The world had survived meteor showers before- two specifically spectacular ones that targeted Smallville Kansas particularly in that total- but none of those showers had ever hit the moon. One large meteor hit the moon and blew up that rock, breaking it into three large fragments. That had been quite a show to see- but when the dust cleared, scientists and world leaders broke the news- the moon fragments were large enough that if even one fell to Earth, the effects would cause human beings to go the way of the dinosaurs.
After years of mostly disregarding Tim McGraw’s song, “Live Like You Were Dying” as sentimental dreck, people were taking it to be the gospel on how to live. The impending doom seemed to give people the motivation to try things they’d always wanted to do, but had been too lazy or too afraid to do. Good and inspiring on one level yes, but any sense of normalcy had been lost, making the entire planet seem like a huge insane asylum.
The moons had power over everyone. Or almost everyone, it seemed. Not Chloe, she was still doing what she’d been doing before the meteor struck, only now she was doing more of it, as the majority of the Planet’s staff had run off to chase their dreams- her promotion to lead reporter had been quick, and done out of necessity. The same necessity had gotten Clark hired on at the Planet, the only other being on the face of the planet who wasn’t running off to find his dreams.
Unlike just about everyone else they knew. Case in point- Martha Kent had resigned from being a senator to fill the seat Star Jones-Reynolds vacated on the View. She did a good job, but Chloe missed having her around to talk to. Gabe Sullivan had joined the comedy circuit, and did stand up in rundown clubs across the United States. Lana, despite having little to no musical ability, had tried out for American Idol. And Dustin Diamond, who replaced Simon Cowell after his breakdown, voted her through to the finals. Lois had left to fulfill what she called her destiny- to be BFF with Paris Hilton. And now Lindsay Lohan wasn’t the only one than Brandon Davis called a fire crotch. Jimmy Olsen, the photographer who Chloe had been dating, dumped her. Jimmy went to Hollywood, and landed a role on the new Warrior Angel TV show for the CW. Lex- well, nobody had seen much of Lex since the event happened. He kept to himself, and the rumors were that he was trying to create something that could save the Earth. Chloe had never thought of Lex Luthor as the mad scientist kind, but if anyone could save the world, maybe it was Lex.
Clark shrugged. “What good is getting all upset going to do me? Unless I’m suddenly able to break the laws of gravity and crush the moon together with my own two hands, this is something that’s even beyond me.”
“The moons are getting to you too!”
“Chloe!”
“It’s the only explanation! I mean, you’re always saving the world, and even though you can’t, you’re just calm about it? The Clark Kent I know is not calm! He’s an angst ridden, alienated mess! And the moons….the moons are making you normal!” Chloe exclaimed, abandoning her drink and rising to her feet.
“Chloe.” Clark said, rising to his feet and standing beside her. He put his hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. “I’m not scared. And I’m okay.”
“But...how?”
“When I was in the Phantom Zone…” He explained, “I learned a lot about Krypton. It was a great planet, really scientifically advanced, and peaceful…maybe it was an utopia, or maybe it’s just the way people talked about it, I don’t know. People thought it would go on that way for forever.” He sighed. “But my Dad, he did some research, and studies, and he was able to predict that the planet was going to blow up. That’s why he made my spaceship…how he was able to save me.”
“Wow.” Chloe said softly.
“Yeah.” Clark said, gazing up at the moons for a brief moment before returning his gaze at Chloe once more. “Mom and I talked, a lot, before she left to join The View. I’m not exactly excited about dying, but if you look at it, I’ve had a lot of time that I shouldn’t have had. I’ve survived being shot, and because of Jor-El, I’ve had a whole other lifetime that I maybe shouldn’t have had. The truth is, if this is my time to go, I want to go out like this.”
“Comforting your insane best friend on the roof of the Daily Planet’s roof?”
“You’re not insane.” Clark said softly, brushing back a lock of hair from Chloe’s face. “But yeah, I want to be by your side, Chloe. There’s no place I’d rather be.”
She smiled up at him. “We do make a good team, don’t we?”
“The best.” Clark said softly. This was his opportune moment. He’d never quite known how to act around girls, especially the ones he cared about. In a normal world, he might have hesitated, and hid behind his fears and differences. But as the three moons in the sky testified, this wasn’t a normal world. And Chloe was no ordinary girl.
So he made his move. Clark leaned down towards Chloe, and closed the distance between them. He kissed her, kissed her with the same passion and force that she’d kissed him with in the basement of the Planet back when Zod’s power was overcoming the Earth.
Clark kissed Chloe like he meant it. Because he did. Maybe the moons had helped him realize it, but it didn’t mean that it wasn’t true.
“Wow.” Chloe said when they broke apart, which caused Clark to draw her closer and kiss her again.
“I love you.” Clark said when they broke for air, their foreheads touching.
“Me too.” Chloe blushed. “I mean, I love you too, Clark. I think I always have.”
The roof was an ideal make out spot, or at least it was until one very angry editor bounded up the stairs, searching for his two top reporters.
“KENT! SULLIVAN!” Perry White shouted as he stormed onto the roof, causing Chloe and Clark to break apart sharply and suddenly. “The Paper isn’t going to write itself! I suggest you two get your asses into gear and write some actual content for the pages before I can you both.”
Perry had become Editor of the Daily Planet after Pauline Kahn resigned. Pauline Kahn was now the Democratic Candidate for President, while Perry had become a Pepto-Bismol addict.
Clark and Chloe looked at each other and blushed.
“We’ll be right there, Mr. White.” They answered in unison.
“Good.” Perry nodded, before thundering back off to the newsroom.
“So.” Clark said, bending down and picking up Chloe’s bag. “You wanna do something tonight?”
Chloe giggled. “Let’s see. The world’s ending, and you’re asking if I want to spend time with my incredibly sexy boyfriend?”
Clark grinned, and took her hand. “So…what do you want to do?”
“Hmmmm….what does a girl do with her boyfriend when the world’s about to end?” Chloe said in a flirty tone, as Clark held the door open for her.
“Well, there is this thing they do in Armageddon…”
“With the animal crackers?” Chloe said incredulously. “No way.” She shook her head. “Not even for you.”
“Yeah?” Clark smiled mischievously for a second, before pulling Chloe up into his arms, and pinning her up against the wall. His lips were everywhere, it seemed, her lips, her neck….nothing had ever felt quite so sexy as being ravaged in the stairwell of the Daily Planet.
As suddenly as he’d swooped upon her, Clark broke the kiss, and collected Chloe’s bag, which he’d dropped during his assault.
“Let’s go, Chloe.” He said softly.
“Clark?” She bounced a few steps ahead of him, high on adrenaline.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve reconsidered the animal crackers.” She grinned.
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating: PG
Category: Chlark.
Spoilers : "Vessel", vauge references to season 6.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No-Thing. And what I do own is boxed up in cardboard boxes.
Summary: How do you survive the end of the world?
Author's Notes: I borrowed the premise of the new ABC Family show, Three Moons Over Milford, for this fic.
---When a meteor blasts the moon apart, leaving three large pieces in a degrading obit, it can mean only one thing for the people of Milford. They have to live life as if there's no tomorrow-which actually might be the case. The Follow Your Dreamers are out climbing mountains or off studying worms, and the Chicken Littles have ended it all. But it's the Muddle Throughers who have it the toughest. They are just trying to do the best they can with whatever time they have left.
Milford has nothing to do with this fic, except for the fact that our friends in Metropolis are facing the same uncertain future and wackiness.
“How can you be so calm?” Chloe asked Clark, sitting down on the roof of the Daily Planet building, during the midst of a greatly needed lunch break. From her small bag, she took out a bottled frappuccino. The commercials claimed that it would help her escape from the stress and have a magic moment to herself, but Chloe suspected the advertising people at Starbucks were lying bastards.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Clark said, as clueless as ever. He sat down on the roof beside Chloe and withdrew an large red apple from his pocket, and took a large bite.
“Clark, you were more upset when Friends went off the air than you are now. And the world is ending now, where as Central Perk will never go out of business in reruns.” Chloe gazed up at the afternoon sky, where the three moons rising in the sky shone. She still expected to see one moon, not three, even after all this time.
It had only been a couple of months, but it felt like years. The end of the world was nigh, but nobody seemed to know when the chunks would start to fall. The world had survived meteor showers before- two specifically spectacular ones that targeted Smallville Kansas particularly in that total- but none of those showers had ever hit the moon. One large meteor hit the moon and blew up that rock, breaking it into three large fragments. That had been quite a show to see- but when the dust cleared, scientists and world leaders broke the news- the moon fragments were large enough that if even one fell to Earth, the effects would cause human beings to go the way of the dinosaurs.
After years of mostly disregarding Tim McGraw’s song, “Live Like You Were Dying” as sentimental dreck, people were taking it to be the gospel on how to live. The impending doom seemed to give people the motivation to try things they’d always wanted to do, but had been too lazy or too afraid to do. Good and inspiring on one level yes, but any sense of normalcy had been lost, making the entire planet seem like a huge insane asylum.
The moons had power over everyone. Or almost everyone, it seemed. Not Chloe, she was still doing what she’d been doing before the meteor struck, only now she was doing more of it, as the majority of the Planet’s staff had run off to chase their dreams- her promotion to lead reporter had been quick, and done out of necessity. The same necessity had gotten Clark hired on at the Planet, the only other being on the face of the planet who wasn’t running off to find his dreams.
Unlike just about everyone else they knew. Case in point- Martha Kent had resigned from being a senator to fill the seat Star Jones-Reynolds vacated on the View. She did a good job, but Chloe missed having her around to talk to. Gabe Sullivan had joined the comedy circuit, and did stand up in rundown clubs across the United States. Lana, despite having little to no musical ability, had tried out for American Idol. And Dustin Diamond, who replaced Simon Cowell after his breakdown, voted her through to the finals. Lois had left to fulfill what she called her destiny- to be BFF with Paris Hilton. And now Lindsay Lohan wasn’t the only one than Brandon Davis called a fire crotch. Jimmy Olsen, the photographer who Chloe had been dating, dumped her. Jimmy went to Hollywood, and landed a role on the new Warrior Angel TV show for the CW. Lex- well, nobody had seen much of Lex since the event happened. He kept to himself, and the rumors were that he was trying to create something that could save the Earth. Chloe had never thought of Lex Luthor as the mad scientist kind, but if anyone could save the world, maybe it was Lex.
Clark shrugged. “What good is getting all upset going to do me? Unless I’m suddenly able to break the laws of gravity and crush the moon together with my own two hands, this is something that’s even beyond me.”
“The moons are getting to you too!”
“Chloe!”
“It’s the only explanation! I mean, you’re always saving the world, and even though you can’t, you’re just calm about it? The Clark Kent I know is not calm! He’s an angst ridden, alienated mess! And the moons….the moons are making you normal!” Chloe exclaimed, abandoning her drink and rising to her feet.
“Chloe.” Clark said, rising to his feet and standing beside her. He put his hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. “I’m not scared. And I’m okay.”
“But...how?”
“When I was in the Phantom Zone…” He explained, “I learned a lot about Krypton. It was a great planet, really scientifically advanced, and peaceful…maybe it was an utopia, or maybe it’s just the way people talked about it, I don’t know. People thought it would go on that way for forever.” He sighed. “But my Dad, he did some research, and studies, and he was able to predict that the planet was going to blow up. That’s why he made my spaceship…how he was able to save me.”
“Wow.” Chloe said softly.
“Yeah.” Clark said, gazing up at the moons for a brief moment before returning his gaze at Chloe once more. “Mom and I talked, a lot, before she left to join The View. I’m not exactly excited about dying, but if you look at it, I’ve had a lot of time that I shouldn’t have had. I’ve survived being shot, and because of Jor-El, I’ve had a whole other lifetime that I maybe shouldn’t have had. The truth is, if this is my time to go, I want to go out like this.”
“Comforting your insane best friend on the roof of the Daily Planet’s roof?”
“You’re not insane.” Clark said softly, brushing back a lock of hair from Chloe’s face. “But yeah, I want to be by your side, Chloe. There’s no place I’d rather be.”
She smiled up at him. “We do make a good team, don’t we?”
“The best.” Clark said softly. This was his opportune moment. He’d never quite known how to act around girls, especially the ones he cared about. In a normal world, he might have hesitated, and hid behind his fears and differences. But as the three moons in the sky testified, this wasn’t a normal world. And Chloe was no ordinary girl.
So he made his move. Clark leaned down towards Chloe, and closed the distance between them. He kissed her, kissed her with the same passion and force that she’d kissed him with in the basement of the Planet back when Zod’s power was overcoming the Earth.
Clark kissed Chloe like he meant it. Because he did. Maybe the moons had helped him realize it, but it didn’t mean that it wasn’t true.
“Wow.” Chloe said when they broke apart, which caused Clark to draw her closer and kiss her again.
“I love you.” Clark said when they broke for air, their foreheads touching.
“Me too.” Chloe blushed. “I mean, I love you too, Clark. I think I always have.”
The roof was an ideal make out spot, or at least it was until one very angry editor bounded up the stairs, searching for his two top reporters.
“KENT! SULLIVAN!” Perry White shouted as he stormed onto the roof, causing Chloe and Clark to break apart sharply and suddenly. “The Paper isn’t going to write itself! I suggest you two get your asses into gear and write some actual content for the pages before I can you both.”
Perry had become Editor of the Daily Planet after Pauline Kahn resigned. Pauline Kahn was now the Democratic Candidate for President, while Perry had become a Pepto-Bismol addict.
Clark and Chloe looked at each other and blushed.
“We’ll be right there, Mr. White.” They answered in unison.
“Good.” Perry nodded, before thundering back off to the newsroom.
“So.” Clark said, bending down and picking up Chloe’s bag. “You wanna do something tonight?”
Chloe giggled. “Let’s see. The world’s ending, and you’re asking if I want to spend time with my incredibly sexy boyfriend?”
Clark grinned, and took her hand. “So…what do you want to do?”
“Hmmmm….what does a girl do with her boyfriend when the world’s about to end?” Chloe said in a flirty tone, as Clark held the door open for her.
“Well, there is this thing they do in Armageddon…”
“With the animal crackers?” Chloe said incredulously. “No way.” She shook her head. “Not even for you.”
“Yeah?” Clark smiled mischievously for a second, before pulling Chloe up into his arms, and pinning her up against the wall. His lips were everywhere, it seemed, her lips, her neck….nothing had ever felt quite so sexy as being ravaged in the stairwell of the Daily Planet.
As suddenly as he’d swooped upon her, Clark broke the kiss, and collected Chloe’s bag, which he’d dropped during his assault.
“Let’s go, Chloe.” He said softly.
“Clark?” She bounced a few steps ahead of him, high on adrenaline.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve reconsidered the animal crackers.” She grinned.