Chlark Fanfic: The Fallen Sky, Chapter 13
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babydee1Back with some more angst! :-P
Author's Note: I've skipped very broadly over the most of the detail of Failsday, because we already know how much of a suckfest it was, and I honestly don't think you'll miss it. But there's enough of it to give y'all a general idea of what went down if you wisely decided to give that crapisode a miss. ;-)
And there's some good news: there shouldn't be too long a delay between this chapter and the next, because it's all written.
Enjoy!
Title: The Fallen Sky
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
babydee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst; slight re-jigging of the events ofFailsday Doomsday
Timeline: Season 8 (Hex - Doomsday) Season 9 (My version)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Months after walking away from her in Doomsday, Clark returns to Chloe…but finds that she’s a changed woman from the one he left behind. Awesome banner byellashy.
Feedback: …always welcome. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 13
The Road to Hell
It was a simple plan.
“First, we get Chloe away from Davis,” Clark explained to Oliver. “Then we stop him in his tracks with gold kryptonite before he dooms out. The beast will be gone, the man will be free, and the world will be safe.”
Oliver frowned. “That’s it?”
Clark nodded. “That’s it. The perfect plan.”
“On paper, maybe.” Oliver’s frown deepened as he peered inside the lead box which contained the roughly hewn chunk of crystalline gold rock Clark had brought back from the Fortress. “I thought you said this guy was completely indestructible.”
Clark took a wary step back from the seductively glowing stone. “Not exactly,” he replied. “It’s just what kills him that makes him stronger. Gold kryptonite won’t exactly kill him, it’ll just…depower him.”
“Permanently?”
“I hope so.”
“We can’t hinge this entire mission on a ‘hope’, Clark,” Oliver said sternly. “I need you to be sure.”
“Jor-El said it would cause permanent erasure of the effects of earth’s yellow sun,” Clark replied with more confidence. “As soon as it touches Davis’s skin, Doomsday will be gone for good and Davis will be free.”
“In that case, we can’t have you anywhere near this,” Oliver said as he closed the lid of the box. “I’ll rally the troops, and set the plan in motion.”
“What do you want me to do?” Clark asked.
“I’m gonna have to ask you to stand down from this one, Clark.”
Clark looked puzzled. “What do you mean, stand down?”
“I mean sit this one out completely,” Oliver replied. “If this stuff is as powerful and effective as you say it is, then we can’t risk permanent damage to you.”
“But I can’t just sit by and do nothing when Chloe’s in danger!” Clark argued.
“You don’t have a choice,” Oliver said bluntly. “You wanted my help, and this is me helping. If the plan works and we rid ourselves of this beast, we’ll get Chloe back and save the world with as little collateral damage as possible; but I don’t want to risk losing your abilities in the process, because if it all goes wrong, we’re going to need you at full strength to fix it.”
Clark nodded reluctantly. “Okay. But - and this is just hypothetical - what if the gold kryptonite doesn’t work?”
“Then we try with the blue,” Oliver replied. “You said blue kryptonite would strip him of his powers, but not permanently, right?”
Clark nodded. “That’s right.”
“I’ll get Victor, Bart and A.C. to tunnel deep underground at the geothermal site on the edge of town,” Oliver continued. “We can subdue Davis, drop him down there and cover him back up with earth. It will strip him of his powers without killing him, and in his weakened state, he’ll be unable to claw his way out from a depth of over a mile underground.”
“That sounds reasonable,” Clark said. “I can tag along if you want, and help with the digging—”
“No,” Oliver said shortly.
Clark gulped and stared at him with pleading eyes. “Oliver, please. This is Chloe we’re talking about here. I have to do something.”
Oliver’s expression softened briefly. “I know what she means to you, Clark, but this is precisely why you shouldn’t have a direct involvement in Chloe’s rescue,” he explained. “You’re too close to the subject matter of the operation, and that in itself creates risk.”
“And I suppose your clinical approach is impossible to fault?” Clark said scathingly.
“My only concern is getting her out alive,” he replied simply. “I can’t afford to make it personal, and neither should you.”
Clark clenched his fists in annoyance. “This isn’t fair.”
“Life never is,” Oliver said curtly. “I mean it, Clark; stay out of the way, or I’ll resort to drastic measures to make sure you do.”
Clark watched helplessly as Oliver left the apartment shortly after. He paced up and down, his mind filled with all sorts of graphic, bloody images and scenarios of what might happen, each one more terrible than the last.
What if something went wrong? he thought. What if Oliver or anyone else on the team got injured? What if - heaven forbid - the gold kryptonite failed to work?
…and what if, in the midst of the struggle, something bad happened to Chloe?
Clark’s sank wearily into a chair, his heart pumping fearfully as his hands trembled with worry. He couldn’t just sit here idly while a battle raged outside those walls; not when the woman he loved could die if he wasn’t by her side. If the gold kryptonite didn’t work on Davis, Oliver and the team would be powerless, unable to protect her.
Clark shook his head and gritted his teeth. He couldn’t entrust Chloe’s safety to Oliver and the team, not when he could save her with so much less effort. At the very worst, he might have to sacrifice his abilities, but keeping Chloe safe was by far the most important thing in the world to him. To hell with Oliver’s rules.
With grim determination, he got to his feet, travelled down the elevator and headed out the door, speeding off in the direction of downtown Metropolis.
***
One Week Later
Chloe’s stomach heaved and her shoulders shook as she spewed the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet. The retching continued until there was nothing left in her belly to regurgitate, and she sagged against the cool porcelain bowl, relieved that it was all over.
There was a brief knock at the door. “Chloe?”
“Just a second…” She reached out and depressed the flush, then quickly got to her feet and splashed water on her face.
There was another knock at the door, and then Dinah’s dark head peered around the side.
“You okay?” she asked, concerned. “It sounded like you were being sick.”
“I was.” She shut off the tap and grabbed a napkin to dab her face.
Dinah frowned. “Is everything okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine now.”
“Should I get you some dry toast? Dinah offered helpfully. “It’s usually good for nausea.”
Chloe shook her head. “Best not; I just can’t seem to hold anything down today,” she replied ruefully. “The stress must be getting to me, I guess.”
“Given what’s happening today, I completely understand, “Dinah replied, her eyes full of sympathy. “You’ll be okay, Chloe; the ceremony isn’t too long. Afterwards, you can come back here and get some rest.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Sure you don’t want a quick bite to eat before we go?”
She nodded again. “I’m sure.”
Dinah glanced at her watch. “Then we should be on our way.”
“Right.” They walked out of the bathroom and headed down the spiral staircase. Dinah waited patiently while Chloe pulled on her gloves and picked up the printed program from the coffee table.
It was still hard to believe this was happening. She stared at the smiling face on the front of the pamphlet, and her eyes began to well up, but she blinked them away.
She couldn’t fall apart now; she had to be strong. Today of all days, she needed to be strong.
So she squared her shoulders, lifted her head and gave Dinah a withering smile.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
***
Chapter 14…
Author's Note: I've skipped very broadly over the most of the detail of Failsday, because we already know how much of a suckfest it was, and I honestly don't think you'll miss it. But there's enough of it to give y'all a general idea of what went down if you wisely decided to give that crapisode a miss. ;-)
And there's some good news: there shouldn't be too long a delay between this chapter and the next, because it's all written.
Enjoy!
Title: The Fallen Sky
Author:
babydee1Pairing: Chlark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst; slight re-jigging of the events of
Timeline: Season 8 (Hex - Doomsday) Season 9 (My version)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Months after walking away from her in Doomsday, Clark returns to Chloe…but finds that she’s a changed woman from the one he left behind. Awesome banner by
ellashy. Feedback: …always welcome. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 13
The Road to Hell
It was a simple plan.
“First, we get Chloe away from Davis,” Clark explained to Oliver. “Then we stop him in his tracks with gold kryptonite before he dooms out. The beast will be gone, the man will be free, and the world will be safe.”
Oliver frowned. “That’s it?”
Clark nodded. “That’s it. The perfect plan.”
“On paper, maybe.” Oliver’s frown deepened as he peered inside the lead box which contained the roughly hewn chunk of crystalline gold rock Clark had brought back from the Fortress. “I thought you said this guy was completely indestructible.”
Clark took a wary step back from the seductively glowing stone. “Not exactly,” he replied. “It’s just what kills him that makes him stronger. Gold kryptonite won’t exactly kill him, it’ll just…depower him.”
“Permanently?”
“I hope so.”
“We can’t hinge this entire mission on a ‘hope’, Clark,” Oliver said sternly. “I need you to be sure.”
“Jor-El said it would cause permanent erasure of the effects of earth’s yellow sun,” Clark replied with more confidence. “As soon as it touches Davis’s skin, Doomsday will be gone for good and Davis will be free.”
“In that case, we can’t have you anywhere near this,” Oliver said as he closed the lid of the box. “I’ll rally the troops, and set the plan in motion.”
“What do you want me to do?” Clark asked.
“I’m gonna have to ask you to stand down from this one, Clark.”
Clark looked puzzled. “What do you mean, stand down?”
“I mean sit this one out completely,” Oliver replied. “If this stuff is as powerful and effective as you say it is, then we can’t risk permanent damage to you.”
“But I can’t just sit by and do nothing when Chloe’s in danger!” Clark argued.
“You don’t have a choice,” Oliver said bluntly. “You wanted my help, and this is me helping. If the plan works and we rid ourselves of this beast, we’ll get Chloe back and save the world with as little collateral damage as possible; but I don’t want to risk losing your abilities in the process, because if it all goes wrong, we’re going to need you at full strength to fix it.”
Clark nodded reluctantly. “Okay. But - and this is just hypothetical - what if the gold kryptonite doesn’t work?”
“Then we try with the blue,” Oliver replied. “You said blue kryptonite would strip him of his powers, but not permanently, right?”
Clark nodded. “That’s right.”
“I’ll get Victor, Bart and A.C. to tunnel deep underground at the geothermal site on the edge of town,” Oliver continued. “We can subdue Davis, drop him down there and cover him back up with earth. It will strip him of his powers without killing him, and in his weakened state, he’ll be unable to claw his way out from a depth of over a mile underground.”
“That sounds reasonable,” Clark said. “I can tag along if you want, and help with the digging—”
“No,” Oliver said shortly.
Clark gulped and stared at him with pleading eyes. “Oliver, please. This is Chloe we’re talking about here. I have to do something.”
Oliver’s expression softened briefly. “I know what she means to you, Clark, but this is precisely why you shouldn’t have a direct involvement in Chloe’s rescue,” he explained. “You’re too close to the subject matter of the operation, and that in itself creates risk.”
“And I suppose your clinical approach is impossible to fault?” Clark said scathingly.
“My only concern is getting her out alive,” he replied simply. “I can’t afford to make it personal, and neither should you.”
Clark clenched his fists in annoyance. “This isn’t fair.”
“Life never is,” Oliver said curtly. “I mean it, Clark; stay out of the way, or I’ll resort to drastic measures to make sure you do.”
Clark watched helplessly as Oliver left the apartment shortly after. He paced up and down, his mind filled with all sorts of graphic, bloody images and scenarios of what might happen, each one more terrible than the last.
What if something went wrong? he thought. What if Oliver or anyone else on the team got injured? What if - heaven forbid - the gold kryptonite failed to work?
…and what if, in the midst of the struggle, something bad happened to Chloe?
Clark’s sank wearily into a chair, his heart pumping fearfully as his hands trembled with worry. He couldn’t just sit here idly while a battle raged outside those walls; not when the woman he loved could die if he wasn’t by her side. If the gold kryptonite didn’t work on Davis, Oliver and the team would be powerless, unable to protect her.
Clark shook his head and gritted his teeth. He couldn’t entrust Chloe’s safety to Oliver and the team, not when he could save her with so much less effort. At the very worst, he might have to sacrifice his abilities, but keeping Chloe safe was by far the most important thing in the world to him. To hell with Oliver’s rules.
With grim determination, he got to his feet, travelled down the elevator and headed out the door, speeding off in the direction of downtown Metropolis.
***
One Week Later
Chloe’s stomach heaved and her shoulders shook as she spewed the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet. The retching continued until there was nothing left in her belly to regurgitate, and she sagged against the cool porcelain bowl, relieved that it was all over.
There was a brief knock at the door. “Chloe?”
“Just a second…” She reached out and depressed the flush, then quickly got to her feet and splashed water on her face.
There was another knock at the door, and then Dinah’s dark head peered around the side.
“You okay?” she asked, concerned. “It sounded like you were being sick.”
“I was.” She shut off the tap and grabbed a napkin to dab her face.
Dinah frowned. “Is everything okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine now.”
“Should I get you some dry toast? Dinah offered helpfully. “It’s usually good for nausea.”
Chloe shook her head. “Best not; I just can’t seem to hold anything down today,” she replied ruefully. “The stress must be getting to me, I guess.”
“Given what’s happening today, I completely understand, “Dinah replied, her eyes full of sympathy. “You’ll be okay, Chloe; the ceremony isn’t too long. Afterwards, you can come back here and get some rest.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Sure you don’t want a quick bite to eat before we go?”
She nodded again. “I’m sure.”
Dinah glanced at her watch. “Then we should be on our way.”
“Right.” They walked out of the bathroom and headed down the spiral staircase. Dinah waited patiently while Chloe pulled on her gloves and picked up the printed program from the coffee table.
It was still hard to believe this was happening. She stared at the smiling face on the front of the pamphlet, and her eyes began to well up, but she blinked them away.
She couldn’t fall apart now; she had to be strong. Today of all days, she needed to be strong.
So she squared her shoulders, lifted her head and gave Dinah a withering smile.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
***
Chapter 14…
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Date: 2013-03-03 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-05 02:32 pm (UTC)We're very nearly done with the flashbacks now; I'm just putting some finishing touches to the next chapter, and that should go up by the end of the week. :-)
" Thank you though for making Failsday a bit less traumatic to relive by having Ollie and Clark actually discuss the plans."
One of the most frustrating aspects of the show in general and Failsday in particular was the complete and utter lack of communication and planning. Doomsday was easily the greatest threat they had ever faced, but the writers were so focused on going full steam ahead to season 9 that they literally and figuratively 'buried' the Doomsday story arc. Laziness, pure and simple. But hey...there's always fanfic to right the wrongs! :-P
Thanks again! *huggles*
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Date: 2013-03-03 01:15 pm (UTC)AWESOME new chapter sweets!
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Date: 2013-03-05 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-03 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-05 02:34 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting, Maddie! :-)
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Date: 2013-03-03 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-07 09:22 pm (UTC)Thank you! :-D
"Thanks for sparing of the Failsday rehash...of course the plan discussed was better then what canon gave us..."
SQUEE! Glas you liked it! :-)
"...but yet again Clark doesn't want to listen to/follow the plan."
*snorts* It's Clark. He never listens. :-(
"Guessing that we are reaching the end of the flashbacks..."
Yes, only one more left now - and this time, I mean it! :-P
"...can't wait to get back to present day and Clark's reaction. Can't wait to see what is next...assuming Jimmy's funeral but you always keep us guessing (in a good way!)"
You may just be right on this occasion, babes! ;-)
Thanks for another awesome review, hun! Much appreciated. *hugs*
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Date: 2013-03-09 02:54 am (UTC)"She couldn’t fall apart now;, she had to be strong." - Extra comma.
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Date: 2013-03-09 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-09 03:47 am (UTC)Ironically, that is why I like using Jor-El. He could do the least understandable things and speak in a thousand enigmatic riddles and get away with it.
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Date: 2013-03-09 08:39 am (UTC)Well, he has to be good for something! :-D
"Ironically, that is why I like using Jor-El. He could do the least understandable things and speak in a thousand enigmatic riddles and get away with it."
True. I figured I'd use him to my advantage...the writers surely didn't. :-P