SV Fic: A Thousand Wrong Turns
A Thousand Wrong Turns
Author: Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If Smallville was mine, season four would have featured less crystals and more shirtless Jensen Ackles.
Spoilers: Set post season 6, but no real plot spoilers.
Summary: Clark and Chloe finally have a real first date.
Author's Note: Written for storydivagirl in my countdown to season six prompt-a-thon. Who wanted some fluffy Chloe/Clark...a first real date.
“This can’t be happening.” Chloe said, staring at the digital readout of her alarm. “He wouldn’t. He couldn’t…He just wouldn’t.
Clark wouldn’t stand her up. He wouldn’t. It had taken them so long, nearly six years, to go on their first date. Clark wouldn’t throw that all away, would he?
Where in the hell was he?
What could be wrong? Had he accidentally stumbled into some vein of Kryptonite, and lay slowly dying somewhere in the wilds of Kansas? Had something happened to Shelby? To Martha?
Maybe he’d gotten involved in some sort of plan to save the world. Or Kansas. Or even someone. It was his favorite extracurricular activity. She loved the fact that Clark used his powers to do great things.
But couldn’t he pick up the damn phone?
She waited an hour, not wanting to seem too pushy or desperate, before calling him.
“Clark.” She felt a rush of relief when he picked up.
“Hey, Chloe. I’m really looking forward to seeing you… tonight.” He replied, stuttering just a little.
“Uh, Clark….” Chloe said slowly. “It is tonight.”
“OH SHIT.” Clark yelled, and then Chloe heard the thunk of the phone hitting the ground.
“Well, that’s just great.” Chloe sighed and flopped down on her bed.
A second later, the door to apartment swung open, and a very nervous and flannel clad Clark clutching a bouquet of tulips. “For you.” He said, handing them to her, a bit awkwardly.
“They’re beautiful.” Chloe remarked as she admired them.
“I….I…didn’t mean to be late Chloe.” Clark said, staring down at his sneakers. “I just got caught up in things, and…”
Chloe stood up and placed her finger gently on his lips. “I got that from the phone call, a little bit. I admit that I was nervous and scared and thought that maybe you wanted to call this off, but in the end, none of that matters. What matters is that you’re here. Now. So let’s make the best of it, okay?”
Clark nodded. “What I had planned, uh, it’s still good, I think.”
“Then let’s go.” Chloe smiled. “I’m guessing that you didn’t bring the truck.”
“Nope, I’m Flintstone-ing it.”
“You’re hardly something from the stone age, Clark.”
Clark swept her off her feet and into his arms. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” Chloe smiled.
She would never get sick of being in Clark’s arms when he ran. It was thrilling, better than any roller coaster on the planet. And she felt safe, utterly and completely safe when Clark was holding her.
“The barn?” She said, gazing up at his face when he came to abrupt stop. “Our first date is to your loft?”
“Trust me.” He said, gently placing her on her feet.
“Okay.” She nodded, and Clark took her hand.
There was a small table set up in the middle of the loft, with a red checkered tablecloth spread over it. On the table were several different containers, of various sizes, with different languages written on them all.
“It’s a little bit of everything.” Clark said, pulling Chloe closer to the table. “Italian, Chinese, Thai, French…”
Chloe stared at the containers. “These look too authentic for even Metropolis take out.” She looked up at him questioningly. “Clark…this isn’t actual Chinese food.”
“I wanted to start things off right. So I got you the best…from everywhere around the globe.” He grinned sheepishly.
“That is so sweet.” Chloe blushed. “But I already had the best thing in the world-you.”
Clark blushed. “I wouldn’t say that. I just…I wanted this to be special.”
“It is special. When you’re around.”
“Yeah well…I kinda think the same thing about you.” Clark said, and bent down and kissed her.
It was the best date ever, and it had only taken them six years and a million wrong turns to get there.
Author: Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If Smallville was mine, season four would have featured less crystals and more shirtless Jensen Ackles.
Spoilers: Set post season 6, but no real plot spoilers.
Summary: Clark and Chloe finally have a real first date.
Author's Note: Written for storydivagirl in my countdown to season six prompt-a-thon. Who wanted some fluffy Chloe/Clark...a first real date.
“This can’t be happening.” Chloe said, staring at the digital readout of her alarm. “He wouldn’t. He couldn’t…He just wouldn’t.
Clark wouldn’t stand her up. He wouldn’t. It had taken them so long, nearly six years, to go on their first date. Clark wouldn’t throw that all away, would he?
Where in the hell was he?
What could be wrong? Had he accidentally stumbled into some vein of Kryptonite, and lay slowly dying somewhere in the wilds of Kansas? Had something happened to Shelby? To Martha?
Maybe he’d gotten involved in some sort of plan to save the world. Or Kansas. Or even someone. It was his favorite extracurricular activity. She loved the fact that Clark used his powers to do great things.
But couldn’t he pick up the damn phone?
She waited an hour, not wanting to seem too pushy or desperate, before calling him.
“Clark.” She felt a rush of relief when he picked up.
“Hey, Chloe. I’m really looking forward to seeing you… tonight.” He replied, stuttering just a little.
“Uh, Clark….” Chloe said slowly. “It is tonight.”
“OH SHIT.” Clark yelled, and then Chloe heard the thunk of the phone hitting the ground.
“Well, that’s just great.” Chloe sighed and flopped down on her bed.
A second later, the door to apartment swung open, and a very nervous and flannel clad Clark clutching a bouquet of tulips. “For you.” He said, handing them to her, a bit awkwardly.
“They’re beautiful.” Chloe remarked as she admired them.
“I….I…didn’t mean to be late Chloe.” Clark said, staring down at his sneakers. “I just got caught up in things, and…”
Chloe stood up and placed her finger gently on his lips. “I got that from the phone call, a little bit. I admit that I was nervous and scared and thought that maybe you wanted to call this off, but in the end, none of that matters. What matters is that you’re here. Now. So let’s make the best of it, okay?”
Clark nodded. “What I had planned, uh, it’s still good, I think.”
“Then let’s go.” Chloe smiled. “I’m guessing that you didn’t bring the truck.”
“Nope, I’m Flintstone-ing it.”
“You’re hardly something from the stone age, Clark.”
Clark swept her off her feet and into his arms. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” Chloe smiled.
She would never get sick of being in Clark’s arms when he ran. It was thrilling, better than any roller coaster on the planet. And she felt safe, utterly and completely safe when Clark was holding her.
“The barn?” She said, gazing up at his face when he came to abrupt stop. “Our first date is to your loft?”
“Trust me.” He said, gently placing her on her feet.
“Okay.” She nodded, and Clark took her hand.
There was a small table set up in the middle of the loft, with a red checkered tablecloth spread over it. On the table were several different containers, of various sizes, with different languages written on them all.
“It’s a little bit of everything.” Clark said, pulling Chloe closer to the table. “Italian, Chinese, Thai, French…”
Chloe stared at the containers. “These look too authentic for even Metropolis take out.” She looked up at him questioningly. “Clark…this isn’t actual Chinese food.”
“I wanted to start things off right. So I got you the best…from everywhere around the globe.” He grinned sheepishly.
“That is so sweet.” Chloe blushed. “But I already had the best thing in the world-you.”
Clark blushed. “I wouldn’t say that. I just…I wanted this to be special.”
“It is special. When you’re around.”
“Yeah well…I kinda think the same thing about you.” Clark said, and bent down and kissed her.
It was the best date ever, and it had only taken them six years and a million wrong turns to get there.