Chlam, Chlavis, and Chloe/Clark Drabbles
Just a couple of drabbles I did. All post Doomsday.
Redemption
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural Crossover
Pairing:Chloe/Sam
Sam's POV
Forgotten Not Forgiven
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Chloe and Clark
In my opinion what should have happened after he left her in Doomsday.
No One Mourns the Wicked
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Chloe, Davis, Jimmy.
Pairing: Chlavis, mentions of Chimmy
After the events of Doomsday, Chloe mourns two men.
Redemption
He had known her weeks, without really knowing her, without allowing her to know him or his brother. She was one of many channels of information for them and they were one of many who came to her for information.
It wasn’t until two months after she met him that they had really talked, the first time he had gone to her alone, without Dean by his side. She had asked him if it really was the end of the world. He had looked her in the eyes and seen fear that she was right and he wanted desperately to be able to tell her no, that it wasn’t. He wanted to be able to tell that hell wasn’t on earth and that he wasn’t the one who caused it. Instead he simply told her yes and something between them changed.
Maybe it was that they now shared a secret, that the both knew something the rest of the world was still trying to deny. Maybe it was that he had cared enough to be honest with her when so many others hadn’t. Maybe it was because he was desperately trying to fill the void his brother had left and she was there and willing. He wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to think that hard on it. He was afraid he’d find cracks if he did.
She started calling to check up on him, just simple short conversations to make sure he was still alive and unharmed. Then the conversations got longer, she started asking him about what he was doing, what he was hunting, and he began to do the same. Some days the phone conversations with her were the only human contact he had and he found himself waiting for her calls, unable to concentrate on research, focusing on her instead. On the few times he had seen her smile and it had lit up her face, the way her eyes lit up whenever he told her something about the supernatural she had never heard about before.
He found himself stopping in Metropolis even when it wasn’t necessary, when he wasn’t in need of any information, when he just wanted to see her, wanted to be reminded of why he still fought when he knew it wouldn’t change what he did. She always let him in. She never turned away.
A year after they had first met, four months after they had first kissed and had ran away terrified of what it might mean, two months after had called her with a drunken apology begging her to forgive him for things she didn’t know about, he had showed up on her doorstep again. And for no reason that he could understand, she had let him in.
He told her everything. From the day his mother had made the deal to save his father to the night he had brought on the end of the world. He had listed off every reason that she should stay away from him, that she should hate him, every reason that he couldn’t be with her. And she was shocked and horrified, but she didn’t turn away. She said okay, she said that there might never be a way to fix it, but she would search for a way anyways, that that was what she did. Help fallen heroes find their way again.
And when he looked into her eyes, he didn’t see pity or fear of who he was; he didn’t see denial or lies. Looking in her eyes, he could see the possibility of redemption like he never had before.
Forgotten Not Forgiven
Six months after he left her grieving and alone, he showed up again. He wanted to pretend that he had never been gone. He wanted to pretend that nothing had changed. He wanted her to accept him with open arms. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to pretend.
He had done it too many times. She was never important enough for him, she was never his first choice, he never looked at her like she did him. She had done everything for him, she had risked her life, had ruined her relationship with Jimmy, had forgiven him for everything he did. And he had left her there with no one. Had disappeared without thinking about what it would do to her.
And she had moved on, had picked up the pieces and put herself back together because there was no one else there do it for her. She had grown stronger, became a better person. And it wasn’t because of him, it was despite of him.
She was forced to accept his presence in her life eventually. He was trying to save lives, and while she may no longer respect him, she had to respect that. She couldn’t let innocent people die because she didn’t want to help him. Eventually she could talk to him without it hurting. She got used to his presence once again.
But it was never the same. They weren’t friends anymore and they never would be. There was no more Clark and Chloe, there were only two separate people. She did not look to him for approval anymore and she offered him none. What happened was forgotten, but he was not forgiven. And she didn’t think he ever would be.
No One Mourns the Wicked
When you hold your husband as he takes his last breath, that moment stays with you forever. It haunts you, for your inability to change what happened, to save him. You treasure it, because the last thing he said was ‘I love you’ and that he still felt that way after everything, makes you cry in happiness. After he’s gone you spend years trying to move on from what happened, to get to a place where you can think of him and only remember the good things. It takes you months to not close your eyes and see his face, to hear the horrible silence after he died. But eventually you move on. You have too.
You never think about the man that killed him. You never try to figure out where it all went terribly wrong. You wish that you ‘had never met him’. You don’t allow yourself to remember the kindness you saw in his eyes, to remember how safe you felt in his arms, the taste of his lips. Those are the things you’re supposed to remember about those you loved, about your husband, not the man that took him away from you.
When you watch the man who killed your husband die, that moment stays with you forever. You’re supposed to feel satisfaction; you’re supposed to feel vindicated. There isn’t supposed to be any hurt, there isn’t supposed to be a part of you that still wishes he was there beside you now. No one mourns the wicked; it’s not how life works. You mourn those you know, those you love, and how could you love the man that took everything away from you? How could you possibly want him back? How could you possibly still love him in spite of everything?
You stop dreaming about Jimmy years after he’s died. Your breath no longer hitches at his name. You have grieved and have begun to move on from him. You never move on from the man who killed him. His face continues to haunt you and you fear it always will. Because it’s easier to accept the absence of someone you never fully loved than it is to accept the absence of someone who loved you as fully as you loved them.
Redemption
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural Crossover
Pairing:Chloe/Sam
Sam's POV
Forgotten Not Forgiven
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Chloe and Clark
In my opinion what should have happened after he left her in Doomsday.
No One Mourns the Wicked
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Chloe, Davis, Jimmy.
Pairing: Chlavis, mentions of Chimmy
After the events of Doomsday, Chloe mourns two men.
Redemption
He had known her weeks, without really knowing her, without allowing her to know him or his brother. She was one of many channels of information for them and they were one of many who came to her for information.
It wasn’t until two months after she met him that they had really talked, the first time he had gone to her alone, without Dean by his side. She had asked him if it really was the end of the world. He had looked her in the eyes and seen fear that she was right and he wanted desperately to be able to tell her no, that it wasn’t. He wanted to be able to tell that hell wasn’t on earth and that he wasn’t the one who caused it. Instead he simply told her yes and something between them changed.
Maybe it was that they now shared a secret, that the both knew something the rest of the world was still trying to deny. Maybe it was that he had cared enough to be honest with her when so many others hadn’t. Maybe it was because he was desperately trying to fill the void his brother had left and she was there and willing. He wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to think that hard on it. He was afraid he’d find cracks if he did.
She started calling to check up on him, just simple short conversations to make sure he was still alive and unharmed. Then the conversations got longer, she started asking him about what he was doing, what he was hunting, and he began to do the same. Some days the phone conversations with her were the only human contact he had and he found himself waiting for her calls, unable to concentrate on research, focusing on her instead. On the few times he had seen her smile and it had lit up her face, the way her eyes lit up whenever he told her something about the supernatural she had never heard about before.
He found himself stopping in Metropolis even when it wasn’t necessary, when he wasn’t in need of any information, when he just wanted to see her, wanted to be reminded of why he still fought when he knew it wouldn’t change what he did. She always let him in. She never turned away.
A year after they had first met, four months after they had first kissed and had ran away terrified of what it might mean, two months after had called her with a drunken apology begging her to forgive him for things she didn’t know about, he had showed up on her doorstep again. And for no reason that he could understand, she had let him in.
He told her everything. From the day his mother had made the deal to save his father to the night he had brought on the end of the world. He had listed off every reason that she should stay away from him, that she should hate him, every reason that he couldn’t be with her. And she was shocked and horrified, but she didn’t turn away. She said okay, she said that there might never be a way to fix it, but she would search for a way anyways, that that was what she did. Help fallen heroes find their way again.
And when he looked into her eyes, he didn’t see pity or fear of who he was; he didn’t see denial or lies. Looking in her eyes, he could see the possibility of redemption like he never had before.
Forgotten Not Forgiven
Six months after he left her grieving and alone, he showed up again. He wanted to pretend that he had never been gone. He wanted to pretend that nothing had changed. He wanted her to accept him with open arms. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to pretend.
He had done it too many times. She was never important enough for him, she was never his first choice, he never looked at her like she did him. She had done everything for him, she had risked her life, had ruined her relationship with Jimmy, had forgiven him for everything he did. And he had left her there with no one. Had disappeared without thinking about what it would do to her.
And she had moved on, had picked up the pieces and put herself back together because there was no one else there do it for her. She had grown stronger, became a better person. And it wasn’t because of him, it was despite of him.
She was forced to accept his presence in her life eventually. He was trying to save lives, and while she may no longer respect him, she had to respect that. She couldn’t let innocent people die because she didn’t want to help him. Eventually she could talk to him without it hurting. She got used to his presence once again.
But it was never the same. They weren’t friends anymore and they never would be. There was no more Clark and Chloe, there were only two separate people. She did not look to him for approval anymore and she offered him none. What happened was forgotten, but he was not forgiven. And she didn’t think he ever would be.
No One Mourns the Wicked
When you hold your husband as he takes his last breath, that moment stays with you forever. It haunts you, for your inability to change what happened, to save him. You treasure it, because the last thing he said was ‘I love you’ and that he still felt that way after everything, makes you cry in happiness. After he’s gone you spend years trying to move on from what happened, to get to a place where you can think of him and only remember the good things. It takes you months to not close your eyes and see his face, to hear the horrible silence after he died. But eventually you move on. You have too.
You never think about the man that killed him. You never try to figure out where it all went terribly wrong. You wish that you ‘had never met him’. You don’t allow yourself to remember the kindness you saw in his eyes, to remember how safe you felt in his arms, the taste of his lips. Those are the things you’re supposed to remember about those you loved, about your husband, not the man that took him away from you.
When you watch the man who killed your husband die, that moment stays with you forever. You’re supposed to feel satisfaction; you’re supposed to feel vindicated. There isn’t supposed to be any hurt, there isn’t supposed to be a part of you that still wishes he was there beside you now. No one mourns the wicked; it’s not how life works. You mourn those you know, those you love, and how could you love the man that took everything away from you? How could you possibly want him back? How could you possibly still love him in spite of everything?
You stop dreaming about Jimmy years after he’s died. Your breath no longer hitches at his name. You have grieved and have begun to move on from him. You never move on from the man who killed him. His face continues to haunt you and you fear it always will. Because it’s easier to accept the absence of someone you never fully loved than it is to accept the absence of someone who loved you as fully as you loved them.