Bring Me to Life (10/11)
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Conclusion
Chapter Ten
Cradling her in his arms, Clark’s heart pounded heavily in his chest. This was all too familiar for his liking. It reminded him too much of how only a few days before she’d died in his arms. And though she was still breathing, her heart still beating steadily in her chest, he couldn’t help but feel afraid. “Chloe. Chloe, wake up,” he whispered, pressing one hand to her cheek.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open and he breathed a sigh of relief. “Can you hear me?”
“Clark?” she whispered, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Thank God.” He kissed her forehead without thinking about it.
Looking confused, she slowly sat up, rubbing a hand over her face. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. You screamed and…fell down like you were in pain and then you screamed again and…you’ve been unconscious since.” He gazed at her worriedly.
The confusion fled from her expression, covered quickly by one of terror. “Oh, God. Clark, something horrible’s gonna happen.”
“What…” He met her gaze, saw the fear there. “Wait, are you saying that…you had some kind of…”
“A vision,” she whispered, tears prickling at her eyes. “Everyone’s gonna die, Clark. Everyone.”
* * *
He watched her intently as she paced the floor, her body trembling and her face pale.
“And there was fire. I could feel it,” she whispered. “Everything was…on fire. Lana and my dad and Lois and your parents and…” Her voice broke and she wrapped her arms around herself, unable to finish.
Clark drew in a breath, not feeling so well himself. “Have you ever had a vision like this before?”
“No, of course not!” she snapped. “If I had I would’ve told you. It must be one of my new powers. Lucky me.”
He took no offense to her tone, because he felt every bit as freaked out as she was. “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean…” He cut himself off.
“I need coffee.”
He watched as she moved over to the coffee pot that was on her windowsill. Her hands trembled violently and the mug she’d just picked up slipped from her hand.
Clark moved without thinking about it, catching it before it could shatter on the floor. He set it on the ledge of the window and looked at her, resting his hands on her shoulders. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“No. It’s not gonna be okay, Clark. Nothing’s gonna be okay,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.
He lifted a hand to her face and gently brushed the tear away with his thumb. Suddenly assaulted by the memory of kissing her in his dream, his gaze dropped to her lips involuntarily. “Chloe…”
She gazed at him, a mixture of confusion and hope and a tiny bit of fear in her eyes. “Clark, what are you…”
He swallowed hard, pulling her closer to him so there was no space between them. The urge to kiss her was more overwhelming than the same urge had been in his dream.
And when she tilted her head up just a little, he realized he was powerless to resist the urge. He didn’t understand this magnetic pull he’d been feeling toward her lately, but right then he didn’t care.
Clark’s eyes drifted shut and their mouths melded together in a powerful, passionate kiss.
* * *
Chloe closed her eyes as their lips met, and she moaned involuntarily as she felt a spark of heat ignite between them unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
Her hands slid up to cup the back of his neck, her fingers resting lightly against his hair as his found their way to the small of her back, pulling her even closer, if that was possible.
Her heart was pounding so quickly she thought it was going to burst from her chest and emotions she hadn’t even known existed bubbled up within her and she knew, somehow, that he was feeling the same things.
Something was happening, but she didn’t care enough about whatever it was to break the kiss.
Instead, she pressed herself closer to him, seeking and exploring his mouth as he did the same with hers.
And then she felt a gust of freezing cold wind and she shivered involuntarily, slowly pulling away from him and looking around the Fortress of Solitude in confusion. “Clark?” she whispered, alarmed.
He blinked a couple of times and looked around, stunned. “How did we get here?” he whispered back.
They both started at the sound of Jor-El’s voice. “Welcome back, Kal-El.”