Spoilers: Seasons 1-6 and pieces of Bizarro(S:7)
Pairings: Clark/Chloe, or Chlark if you like
Rating: PG-13 Parents Strongly Cautioned.
This story contains some material that many parents would find unsuitable for children under 13 years of age. Parents are strongly urged to exercise greater care in, and are cautioned against letting children under the age of 13 read this story unattended. This story contains one or more of the following: intense violence, intense sexual situations, strong coarse language, or intensely suggestive dialogue.
Disclaimer: This story and any content relating to the Smallville franchise is not authorized by Tollin/Robbins Productions, Millar Gough Ink, DC Comics, WB, or CW. I own my computer ... Can I have Chloe and Clark instead?
Author's Note: I recently made it back to the world of Fan Fic after a ... I guess it's been 3 years. I'm easing back into it and wanted to do someting a bit different. I am already well into theis story ... about 3/4 the way through so I feel very confident that it will be finished.
Over the next 3 days I'll upload the chapters 3 at a time. and then continue on at about 2 a week for about 5 or six more chapters.
A note about this fic: There will be characters introduced from the DC and Marvel Universes that will be "Smallvilled" much like Impulse, Cyborg, Aquaman have. Their histories will be vastly different and there will be no spandex ... lycra maybe ... kidding.Chapter One
Six months and six days had passed since his abrupt disappearance to his Fortress of Solitude. Brilliant white light expanded within the Kawatche caves and carried with it Smallville's errant paladin wearing only a snow-white bodysuit with only three accessories: a necklace with the House of El crystal that Raya had given him in the Phantom Zone, a wide silver wristband adorning his left arm , and a backpack of sorts.
He breathed in the stale air of the cave and closed his eyes for a moment to absorb the feel of being near Smallville once more. His hair had grown back out down his neck and, if at all possible, his body mass had increased; muscles stretched the skin tight bodysuit well beyond what its original dimensions when he started his training.
With a contented sigh he sped off to find his reason for returning.
It was still early evening in the town of Smallville. The sun had exposed the central time zone with its last rays signaling the winding down of the local businesses, all except for a few entertainment oriented, the Talon being one of the few.
Kal-El stood atop the roof opposite and narrowed his eyes into his X-ray vision, scanning the inhabitants of the coffee shop. A grim look overcame his features as he did not find his target for the evening. With a quick look from side to side he lifted his arm and spoke softly into the silver wristband. "Eclipse mode."
The snow-white of his bodysuit rapidly darkened concealing his bulking frame against the night sky as he knelt down and looked in the direction of Metropolis and then leapt into the night sky.
His thoughts returned to his training and his failure to, as of yet, master the ability of flight. Instead he leapt as far as he could, which took him far beyond Lowell County, and from there he sped to the only other place he knew.
Chloe Sullivan picked herself up for the third time that night. Her jaw felt unhinged from the right cross that landed her on her butt. 'Chivalry truly has died a nasty death,' she thought.
She reached into her coat pocket and was stopped by a restraining hand.
"No surprises, Sullivan," threatened a male voice from behind. "We already know about your Taser."
She was quickly disarmed. "In fact I think Steve-o here has tasted its effects."
Steve-o grabbed the Taser depressed the activation switch and watched at the blue arc of electricity jumped back and forth.
Chloe eyed the arc and tried to step back and make another run for it, but she was held in place. "I…" was the only word she was able to utter before the Taser was jammed into her abdomen. Instead it was replaced with a shriek of pain.
She dropped to the floor and twitched involuntarily as the effects of the massive jolt ran the gambit through her body. Before the twitching ended she heard the inevitable sound of a metal slide being pulled back on a semi-automatic pistol.
The male's voice came back again. "We warned you once to stay away from the labs, Sullivan. Hopefully, this will send a message to all those other Woodward wanna-bees."
The CRACK of a gunshot sounded at the same moment Chloe Sullivan saw the tip of the gun barrel glow red and fold downward. The gun exploded in his hand and the threatening male fell to his knees screaming and holding what remained of his hand.
A familiar WOOSH blew past her and she watched as Steve-o and his accomplice were knocked unconscious and she was taken into the arms of someone she thought lost long ago.
"Chloe!" Kal-el almost yelled. He pulled back and let his X-ray vision scan her heart and her head briefly to assess the damage. "You're okay," he breathed in relief. "Your heart is in normal sinus rhythm and no neural pathways were destroyed."
He picked her up and brought her over to the couch near the doorway. "You'll be okay. Just let the shock wear off. Give it a moment."
"C-Clark?" Chloe stammered.
Kal-el nodded and Chloe took him in, surveying the changes that had developed over the last six months.
"You've … changed."
He nodded once more and then surveyed the room including the two would-be murderers. "We need to get you out of here. There could be others."
Chloe nodded without thinking and then she looked down at the bleeding hand of the unknown male that had almost killed her. "Shouldn't we call someone?"
Kal-el didn't bother answering her at the moment and instead he picked her up and sped through the Planet's hallways and out the front door before she could protest.
Moments later Kal-el set Chloe down next to him in a deserted alley a mile away from the Daily Planet and scanned the area once more to be sure before he lifted his left wrist and spoke into the silver band.
His black jumpsuit shifted again this time from the waist down into black jeans with accompanying belt with a silver buckle. The sleeves of his upper portion shortened and the material appeared to be tight woven cotton.
"Whoa," Chloe whispered to herself as her eyes widened. "Color me impressed with the zap-o-matic wardrobe. Clark …"
Kal-el stopped her in mid sentence. "Coffee?"
He held out his elbow and Chloe slipped her hand around his arm. They stepped out of the alley and across the street to the Starbucks. After placing the order he could see Chloe was chomping at the bit to ask her questions. He only smiled in response to her obvious eagerness. A few minutes later they were ensconced in a secluded corner and Kal-el waited for the onslaught.
"Clark, where have you been?"
Chloe waited for a moment and then prompted. "And?"
"I've been training, Chloe," he elaborated.
She eyed the size of his biceps. "Obviously. You look like you could bench press Rhode Island. Care to expand on that?"
Kal-el looked down to his coffee. "After I defeated the Phantom I went back to the farm and slept it off."
He tried looking anywhere but at her eyes. "I heard about Lana…"
He shrugged the offer of sympathy off and continued before he lost his nerve. "It was then that I found out what happened to you."
Chloe took on a nervous appearance. "Oh."
His eyes snapped to hers. He saw the hurt look on her face. "That's not what I meant. I-I figured out that your Kryptonite power was healing after what Lois told me. I knew you didn't need me after that and just my presence in Smallville was only putting you in even more danger."
He continued at an even faster pace. "With my mom gone to Washington … well there was nothing left for me here. J'onn encouraged me to start my training and …"
"J'onn?" Chloe interrupted.
"Our Martian Manhunter."
"Yeah, well he was watching over me … Jor-el sent him. I…"
Chloe reached out her hand and covered his. "Clark?"
Kal-el looked back up and for her face full of caring. "We missed you."
For the first time in six months Kal-el felt like Clark Kent.
"I've missed you too. That's one of the reasons I've come back."
Chloe sipped at her coffee. "Smallville bound once again?"
Clark's eyes slipped from hers once again. "Not exactly."
Smelling yet another story that she would never write Chloe pressed on with the questioning. "Enough with the cryptic already, Clark. What's going on?"
He set his coffee down and took her free hand in-between his two. Chloe looked down at how small her hand was, or more to the point how large Clark's hands were and how warm they were at the moment.
"I'm losing myself, Chloe. Every day I spend alone listening to Jor-el and J'onn drone on about improving my abilities and learning about Krypton and Earth … I'm becoming what I never wanted to be."
Chloe's expressive eyebrows bunched up in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Clark took a deep breath. "I'm turning into Kal-el. Every day I feel more and more of Clark slipping away and I need something to help keep me grounded."
Worried eyes replace confused. "Tell me what you need."
Clark's lips pressed together and he looked to her face. He couldn't believe how much he had missed his closest friend and confidant. "I need you, Chloe. I need you to come back to the Fortress with me."
Chloe's mouth parted in surprise. "I … I …"
Clark squeezed her hand and rapid-shot the rest. "I know it's cold. I talked to Jor-el about it and we've figured out something. And I know it'll just be us up there and you'll be bored, and I've figured out something. And I know you've got your job with the Planet, but Chloe, come on, you nearly got killed tonight, if I hadn't been there…"
She bit the inside of her lip and then interrupted. "It's my life, Clark. I have my eye on the Pulitzer and I'm not stopping until it's mine."
Clark smiled, this time his teeth even showed. "I can give that to you."
Chloe laughed out loud at that. "It's something I have to earn, Clark. You can't give that sort of thing out."
"Even if one of the things you do while you're up there is write a book about me?" Clark countered.
It was official, Chloe was floored? "Excuse me. Did the Clark train just leave the station?"
He shifted her hand in his, intertwining his thumb along side and gripped the back of her hand. "After I finish my training I'm coming out of the superhero closet. The whole reason I'm doing this is to help the world and I'm not going to be able to keep this a secret if I'm out there every day doing what I do."
Chloe was stunned literally speechless.
"You can watch me train. You can even go through it yourself. Well, some of it anyway. You can learn all you want about Krypton and my parents and me and whatever you want, and when the time comes I'll take you to whatever publisher you want and you can get full credit for discovering life on other planets. Tell me that won't earn you a Pulitzer."
"And when you get your job back at the Planet I'll give you exclusive rights to interviews. You'll always get the inside information, Chloe. Please, I can't do this without you."
Chloe's brain seemed to be shorted. Single words seemed to be flashing in her mind's eye: Alone, Clark, Pulitzer, Me, Him, Clark. Then light sifted through and her mind started functioning again. I'll be alone with Clark, just me and him, and I get to write the story that I've been sitting on for two years? Can someone please pinch me?
A small smile crept on her lips. "What's your plan?"
Chloe dropped her keys into her bag and laid the bag on the stool by the door.
"Clark, what about my apartment? What about …"
Clark slipped his backpack off of his shoulder and opened it up. Chloe looked inside and her eyes widened for the tenth time that evening. "Whoa!"
She reached inside and pulled out a one of several bundles of bound hundred dollar bills. She gave him the look that said 'you've knocked over a bank, haven't you.'
"I cashed in a number of diamonds I made." He smiled. "It's amazing what you can do with a bunch of coal, heat vision and a little pressure."
"How much is here?"
"Fifty-thousand. It'll hold the apartment and we can arrange maid service every so often to keep the dust out." He laid his hands on her shoulders. "Believe me, I've thought of everything."
"How long are we going to be gone?"
Thus it came; the one reason Chloe might balk at accompanying him to the fortress. Clark looked away and mumbled, "Six more months, a year at the most."
Chloe let slip the sweater coat she was folding and turned to check out if what she heard was true. "That long?"
Her legs gave way and dropped her at the corner of her unmade bed.
Clark's heart sank. "There's quite a lot to learn, and my abilities are still not quite developed."
She let out a restrained laugh. "There's more. Aren't you like superman enough?"
Clark chuckled uneasily. "I've got to master my current abilities, and apparently I have some different sorts of vision that still haven't come around and until I learn how to fly I can't …"
Chloe's head snapped up. "You can fly?"
He shook his head. "No, that's the problem. I can't get over the whole heights thing."
Falling back on the bed Chloe laughed out loud. "Only Clark Kent can walk through flames, step in front of speeding bullets, but get nauseous at the thought of falling out of a ten story building."
He crossed his arms and leaned against the door jamb smirking at his best friend and how nice it was to have her point out his human frailties. He watched as her expression changed, knowing what was bothering her before she said anything.
"After a couple of weeks, a month at the most, you can use the caves to visit Smallville. You won't be trapped like I am."
She lifted herself up immediately questioning his last statement. "What do you mean trapped?"
"Jor-el insisted that any break in training would mean extending the length of time I'd be spending there. Just this trip will add another two months for some reason."
Chloe jumped up off the bed and ran to her bathroom to collect the necessities. "Clark, why didn't you say something?"
"I didn't want to rush you. You're the one that's doing me the favor." Then as an afterthought, "We'll need to stay the night anyway. You won't be able to arrange anything until morning."
Chloe shook her head as she broke out a travel case for her make up. "I'm paid up for the next month in rent and I can be late with the electricity bill. It's not as if I'll be using any for a while."
Clark stood straighter. "What can I do to help?"
"Coffee!" Chloe exclaimed. "What am I going to do?" With a resigned sigh she continued. "I don't suppose there are electrical outlets?" she asked hopefully.
Clark smiled with reassurance. "Bring whatever you need. There are ways to power up appliances."
Two large boxes and three suitcases delivered via superspeed later Clark waited as Chloe unplugged the unnecessarys and turned off the lights to the apartment and locked the door.
She tugged on her thickest coat and pulled on a pair of matching mittens. "Okay I'm ready for the deep freeze."
Clark reached up behind his neck and undid the clasp of his necklace. "Turn around and lift up your hair."
She looked curiously at the Kryptonian symbol and did as Clark asked. He reached around and fastened the clasp and watched as she dropped her hair. "It really doesn't match the coat, but thanks Clark."
He took the teasing in stride. "It's to stop the temperature from hurting you until you are able to withstand it better. Jor-el said that he had a way to provide you all the protection you'll need."
She fingered the pendant for a moment before she felt Clark lift her in his arms.
Chloe slipped her arm around Clark's neck, pulled her face into his chest, and nodded.