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Title:              All The Way
Author:         [ profile] babydee1
Pairing:          Chlark
Rating:           PG13 (for now)
Warnings:     None
Timeline:      All Seasons.  Works as a sequel to Daisychain

Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 
Summary:     Chlark: as they were, are and ever should be.
Feedback:      …makes me squee. :)

Amazing banner by
[ profile] summerstar886.  Thanks, Jen! :-)

Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.

Chapter 14

“You’re late,” Chloe said dryly as the door to the Torch opened behind her. 

“The second bell hasn’t gone yet,” Clark pointed out.  “Besides, if I am late, it’s because of your paper.  Had to fight my way to the front of a queue to get it.” 

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and held her folded copy of the Daily Planet up to her face.  “Read it and weep.”

She took the paper out of his hands and frowned.  “Yeesh.  Is today’s news that bad?” 

He grinned.  “Nah, I’ve just always wanted to say that.”

“Har-har.”  She unfolded the paper and began to speed-read while absently licking the cinnamon-flavoured maple syrup from her fingers.  She had just about three minutes until the second bell rang—


She stilled and glanced down at her fingers, and sure enough, there was a small glob of maple syrup and brown sugar still clinging to one fingertip. 

No way. 

“Impossible…” she breathed. 

“I know, right?” Clark said, oblivious to her thoughts.  “I can’t believe Luthorcorp is opening another chemical plant in Smallville despite a very public petition not to.  Apparently, the plant will open sometime next year and will be run by Lionel Luthor’s own son.” 

“Right,” she murmured, miles away. 

Right?” he echoed.  “Given your misgivings for all things Luthor, I really, honestly did expect you to read it and weep.” 

“I probably will, once I’ve had time to properly go through it.”  She folded her paper carefully in half and placed it next to her keyboard. “Thanks for this.”


“Where do you get them from again?” she asked suddenly, turning to look at him.  He stiffened and glanced guiltily at her before zipping his backpack shut. 

“You know you’re not supposed to ask me that,” he said tightly. 

She nodded and slapped her forehead.  “Of course.  Forget I mentioned it.” 

The bell rang shrilly, interrupting the tense moment.  Chloe grabbed her bag and together she and Clark headed out into the hall and down the corridor towards English class. 


“What’s that smell?” she said, sniffing the air experimentally. 

Clark sniffed with her and shrugged.  “I don’t smell anything.” 

“Sure?” she asked.  “I swear I can smell baked goods of some sort…”

“You’re probably just hungry,” he said dismissively.  “Not that I’m surprised, seeing as you live on coffee three times a day.” 

“Oh, zip it, Kent.” 

He chuckled and nudged her shoulder.  “Actually, I had a breakfast muffin earlier; it was in my bag, maybe you’re picking up on that.” 

“Maybe.”  She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, and he gave her a sidelong glance.

“You’ve been doing that all morning,” he said.  “Has your hair grown longer?”

She blinked.  “Huh?”

“It has,” he observed, his eyes glinting in delight.  “Wow, Chloe…for the first time ever, I can actually see that you’re not a natural blonde.” 

“Hey!”  She swiped at him, and he evaded her with a snicker and stepped into the classroom. 

“It’s not a bad thing, you know, having dark hair,” he said as he headed towards his desk. 

Chloe scowled and quickly took her seat.  “Yeah, figures you’d say that, Mr Lana Lover.”


“Settle down, everyone!” the teacher instructed as they filed into the classroom.  The noisy chatter gradually dimmed, and Miss Parker promptly launched into an exhaustive lesson on reflexive pronouns. 


Miss Parker was one of her favourite teachers.  She had an informal style of teaching that just drew everyone in and demanded participation from her students, even the staunchest of the backbenchers.  It was competitive and fun, and almost impossible not to listen to Miss Parker. 

But for the first time since she started at Smallville High, Chloe Sullivan’s mind was not on her English lesson. 

She frowned as she pondered what was surely the impossible.  After all, there had to be a simpler explanation for what her senses were telling her.  Maybe there was more than one newspaper vendor who sold pretzels dipped in cinnamon-flavoured maple syrup sprinkled with brown sugar. 

But she honestly didn’t think so.  Nor did she think cinnamon maple pretzels were particularly popular around these parts.  In fact, she hadn’t seen a single one since she moved to Smallville. 

Which led to the question that had been gnawing away in her mind ever since she had inadvertently licked her fingers this morning: had Clark somehow been getting her daily morning paper from Metropolis?


“That can’t be right,” she murmured. 

“And would you care to explain why you think my current example of reflexive pronoun use is incorrect, Chloe?” Miss Parker asked, making Chloe flush guiltily. 

She stared at the sentence on the blackboard and made a wry face.  “I just…always thought that particular syntax was right, is all,” she replied lamely. 

“A lot of people do; however, now that I’ve spent an hour explaining to all of you how to correctly use reflexive pronouns, I expect you’ll be able to demonstrate this in your next homework assignment,” the teacher said sweetly. 

Everyone groaned, and Chloe forced herself to focus on the rest of the class and on her lessons for the rest of the day.  But she was acutely aware that she had a mystery to solve, one that she could no longer ignore. 

She had to find out where Clark was getting her newspapers. 


After school, Clark accompanied her back to the Torch. 

“So we’re still on for Crater Lake tomorrow afternoon, right?” he asked. 

“That’s tomorrow?” she said in dismay.  “I’m sorry, Clark, but I have to go to Metropolis with my Dad in the morning, and I don’t think I’ll make it back in time.” 

His face fell in disappointment.  “Chloe, we planned this weeks ago,” he said lowly.  “You know I only get one Saturday afternoon off in four.” 

“If I could get out of this, I would,” she lied.  “I’m sorry; I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

“Fine,” he grumbled.  “We’ll go swimming next month.” 


The next day, she accompanied her father to Metropolis.  At her request, he dropped her off on the corner of 125th and Tate while he went to source some supplies he was unable to find in Smallville.  Immediately she headed for her favourite newspaper vendor’s stand. 

“Well if it isn’t my favourite budding reporter!” the portly vendor greeted warmly as she approached. 

“It’s good to see you again too, Big Lou,” she replied with a wide smile.  “How’s things?”

“Can’t complain,” he replied.  “How’s life outside the big city treating you?”

She paused for thought.  “Life in Smallville is different, but surprisingly interesting,” she finally replied. 

“So what can I do for you today?” he asked.  “The usual?”

She nodded.  “One copy of the Saturday Planet, and one of your deliciously pimped-out pretzels, please.” 

Pimped-out pretzels,” he repeated, and grinned.  “I really should patent that.  Extra syrup?” 

“Naturally,” she replied.  “After all, it’s not like I can get hold of your cinnamon maple pretzels every day.” 

“Very true.”  He handed her both her paper and her pretzel, and she nibbled on the corner and smiled. 

“Mmm…better than I remember,” she said.  And exactly the same as what she tasted yesterday. “I wonder if anyone else has managed to duplicate your wonderful recipe.” 

“I wouldn’t think so,” Big Lou replied.  “For starters, they have no idea of the quantities I use.  A pinch of cinnamon in the wrong direction, and the taste would be completely off.”

She nodded.  “Huh…”

“And even if they managed to get that right, they’d still lack the mystery ingredient,” he added. 

“Which is…?” she prompted. 

“Now, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?” he countered with a smile. 

She chuckled.  “I had to try.  So, how’s business?” 

“Booming as usual,” he replied.  “The regulars are as faithful as can be.” 

“Any new customers?” 

“Oh sure, I see new faces here every day.  It’s fantastic.” 

“Have you noticed one in particular?” she asked.  “A boy, about my age; dark hair, green eyes…?” 

He frowned.  “It’s possible, but I’m so busy making sure the papers are stocked and the pretzels are done that I don’t have time to remember everyone’s faces,” he said apologetically. 

“I suppose,” she said with a sigh. 

His frown deepened.  “Actually, now that you mention it, there was this one kid who was a touch jumpy; came round a couple of days ago…or was it yesterday?” 

Chloe’s hear pounded with excitement.  “Go on…” 

He shrugged.  “He didn’t say much; didn’t say anything, really, just…looked like he wasn’t from around here.  Bought his paper and left.”

“What did he look like?” she pressed.  “What was he wearing?” 

Big Lou gave her a wary look.  “I dunno; jeans and a shirt like a normal kid, I guess…I honestly can’t remember.” 

“His hair, his eyes…what colour?” she insisted. 

Lou thought hard, and then shook his head.  “I can’t recall — oh wait…he was wearing a baseball cap,” he replied.  “It was red and yellow, and it had a letter on it; I think it was an S.” 

Oh, God.  “Anything else?” 

“It’s coming back to me now,” Lou said, nodding.  “There was a bit of a queue yesterday, and he was really agitated because he’d been waiting a while.” 

“Did — did he buy a pretzel?” she asked, holding her breath. 


Her shoulders slumped.  “Oh.” 

“I gave him one, on the house,” he said triumphantly.  “Told him it would make the journey home a little sweeter.”   


Chapter 15

Date: 2013-04-07 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I was wondering when Chloe would start looking into how and where Clark gets her morning paper. I'm curious to see what Clark's response will be when Chloe brings up her favorite newpaper vendor's stand.

Date: 2013-04-08 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I was wondering when Chloe would start looking into how and where Clark gets her morning paper."

I guess it was easy to look the other way when there was no evidence presenting itself, she can't help but follow its lead.

"I'm curious to see what Clark's response will be when Chloe brings up her favorite newspaper vendor's stand."

You'll find out in the next chapter! :-\

Glad you like, and thanks for commenting! :-)

Date: 2013-04-07 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you for new chapter, so CHloe have a proff that Clark got paper in Metropolis, poor Clark...

Date: 2013-04-08 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? :-\

Date: 2013-04-07 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

WOOHOO What an AWESOME new chapter!!

Date: 2013-04-08 06:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thankee, Jan! :-)

Date: 2013-04-08 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I want one of those pretzels.

Date: 2013-04-08 06:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
They are tasty, aren't they? ;-)

Date: 2013-04-09 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, dear. I know Chloe can't help her urge to investigate, but I can't help but think Clark is going to take it badly if he finds out.

Date: 2013-04-09 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
" Oh, dear. I know Chloe can't help her urge to investigate, but I can't help but think Clark is going to take it badly if he finds out."

And Chloe isn't exactly subtle when she's out investigating. This could be trouble... :-/

Glad you like, Jen! :-)

Date: 2013-04-09 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well it was bound to happen. Chloe had to start wondering at some point where that paper come from each day...she's just too curious for her own-or in the case Clark's own good. I will love to see Clark try to squirm his way out of this one. Great job as usual Dee!!

Date: 2013-04-14 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks, hun! To be honest, I'm surprised Chloe didn't pursue this earlier on. Unfortunately for Clark, his little indulgence has really landed him in it this time!

Glad you like, and thanks for commenting! *huggles*

Date: 2013-04-19 03:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This story got me on the edge of my seat can't wait for the next chapter

Date: 2013-04-19 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Working on it, Dave. So glad you like it! :-)

Date: 2015-06-05 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
“Not that I’m surprised, seeing as you live on coffee three times a day.”
Ohh Chloe all this coffee is going to stunt your growth... it happened to me lol.

Wow! Chloe is going to find out!!!

Your version of young!Chlark is soo cute. Much cuter than the original young!Chlark kids.

Date: 2015-09-01 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Your version of young!Chlark is soo cute. Much cuter than the original young!Chlark kids."

They got the casting so wrong with the kids in Abyss. I guess the Clark kid looked suitably Clarky, but the Chloe was clearly just a girl with a dodgy blonde wig on. And they looked a but too young, as well. :-\

"“Not that I’m surprised, seeing as you live on coffee three times a day.”
Ohh Chloe all this coffee is going to stunt your growth... it happened to me lol."

And we know it happened to Chloe, too! :-D

Many thanks for the reply, and my apologies for the very late appreciation! :-)


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