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Title: She
Author: raingoddess2040
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Mention of multiple, pre Chloe/[Clark]
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent
Warning: AU(I mean it), pre-femslash, vague allusions to trangender character, language
A/N: This is a snippet from a longer fic I'm working on. Sorry if this isn't your cup of tea. It's all dialogue.
Pic Prompt:
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blah = Chloe
blah = 'Clark'
Why did you call? Why are you here?
I wanted to see you. I never see you.
That would be because I'm busy and because you dropped off the face of the earth 3 years ago and decided to just resurface. And also because, you called everyone, but me until now. I mean, come on! You called Jimmy before me.
I wanted to be sure, before I saw you Chloe. This has been a long time coming and I wanted to be as sure as possible.
Why me, huh? Why not tell me first since it seems the most important people to you find things out last.
Chloe, please. This wasn't easy for me. Can't you understand that?
Fine. Why was it so important to see me last?
I had to be sure. I had to be ready.
For what?
To be honest with you.
Oh.
Yeah. I had to be ready to stop hiding and be really honest with you Chloe. Whether you wanted or needed me to be.
Honest about what. I mean, it's kind of obvious.
I mean honest about everything. And everyone. About Lana, Pete, Lex, Ollie, Lois, Bruce, Alicia and about you.
About what, though, Kent? Can you answer a question at all, without somehow raising too many other questions?
I'm sorry, Chloe. It's just hard, you know. I'm still coming to grips with things. Please just let me try and explain, in my time.
Always keeping your secrets, huh?
Not anymore. Not to anyone else, but you. And now I'm here to tell the truth.
Forever the people pleaser is our Cl--
Please, Chloe. Can you just stop acting like such a bitter bitch for a second. I'm trying to give you what you want and you just keep antagonizing me. God, I thought you would have grown up at least a little.
Looks like someone grew a backbone.
Yeah, well, when most of the known world is against even admitting that people like you exist, you have to.
Alright, well, if this is gonna be a long tale, and I'm sure it will be, we should get inside.
Can we stay out here for a little longer. I know it's late, but I love looking at the lights.
Still the same old Clark, huh. Looking at Christmas lights shaped like fictional reindeer and thinking 'it's a wonderful life.'
A little of both, I guess. There's snow and Christmas lights and I'm with one of my favorite people in the world, but --
But not the same old Clark. Not anymore.
No. I'm sorry for that, I guess.
Don't be.
Ok. Merry Christmas, Chloe.
Merry Christmas, Eleanor.
Author: raingoddess2040
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Mention of multiple, pre Chloe/[Clark]
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent
Warning: AU(I mean it), pre-femslash, vague allusions to trangender character, language
A/N: This is a snippet from a longer fic I'm working on. Sorry if this isn't your cup of tea. It's all dialogue.
Pic Prompt:
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blah = Chloe
blah = 'Clark'
Why did you call? Why are you here?
I wanted to see you. I never see you.
That would be because I'm busy and because you dropped off the face of the earth 3 years ago and decided to just resurface. And also because, you called everyone, but me until now. I mean, come on! You called Jimmy before me.
I wanted to be sure, before I saw you Chloe. This has been a long time coming and I wanted to be as sure as possible.
Why me, huh? Why not tell me first since it seems the most important people to you find things out last.
Chloe, please. This wasn't easy for me. Can't you understand that?
Fine. Why was it so important to see me last?
I had to be sure. I had to be ready.
For what?
To be honest with you.
Oh.
Yeah. I had to be ready to stop hiding and be really honest with you Chloe. Whether you wanted or needed me to be.
Honest about what. I mean, it's kind of obvious.
I mean honest about everything. And everyone. About Lana, Pete, Lex, Ollie, Lois, Bruce, Alicia and about you.
About what, though, Kent? Can you answer a question at all, without somehow raising too many other questions?
I'm sorry, Chloe. It's just hard, you know. I'm still coming to grips with things. Please just let me try and explain, in my time.
Always keeping your secrets, huh?
Not anymore. Not to anyone else, but you. And now I'm here to tell the truth.
Forever the people pleaser is our Cl--
Please, Chloe. Can you just stop acting like such a bitter bitch for a second. I'm trying to give you what you want and you just keep antagonizing me. God, I thought you would have grown up at least a little.
Looks like someone grew a backbone.
Yeah, well, when most of the known world is against even admitting that people like you exist, you have to.
Alright, well, if this is gonna be a long tale, and I'm sure it will be, we should get inside.
Can we stay out here for a little longer. I know it's late, but I love looking at the lights.
Still the same old Clark, huh. Looking at Christmas lights shaped like fictional reindeer and thinking 'it's a wonderful life.'
A little of both, I guess. There's snow and Christmas lights and I'm with one of my favorite people in the world, but --
But not the same old Clark. Not anymore.
No. I'm sorry for that, I guess.
Don't be.
Ok. Merry Christmas, Chloe.
Merry Christmas, Eleanor.