Chlark Fanfic: All The Way, Chapter 15
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babydee1Hi All,
Some more of All The Way for your reading pleasure, in which Chloe decides -- against her better judgement -- to go down the rabbit hole. Eep. :-/
Enjoy! :-)
Title: All The Way
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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. :)
Banner bysummerstar882
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 15
Fallout
It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.
Chloe was silent for most of the journey back to Smallville. Her father gave her odd looks, probably assuming she was just reminiscing on her visit to Metropolis.
“Everything okay, Peanut?” he finally asked as they approached the Welcome to Smallville! sign.
She turned to face him with a wan smile. “I’m fine, Dad.”
“It was hard going back to Metropolis, wasn’t it?” he asked gently.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She’d been so wrapped up in solving the mystery of the newspapers that it hadn’t even occurred to her that it was her first time back in Metropolis since the move. Nor had she felt the yearning for the big city that she’d thought she would.
Huh. Life in Smallville wasn’t so bad after all. And she had her best friend Clark to thank for that.
I know what’ll cheer you up,” her father continued. “How about we stop by the Kent Farm on the way in? You can spend a few hours with young Clark, and I’ll pick you up later.”
Her face brightened considerably. “I’d love that, Dad. Thank you.”
They cruised along until the familiar yellow farmhouse and barn came into view, and her father dropped her off at the end of the driveway. She ran up the path and headed straight for the barn, knowing he’d be in the loft at this time.
“Clark?” she called.
His head appeared over the top railing, and his face broke out into a huge smile.
“Hey, you’re back!” he exclaimed. “Come on up. How was your trip?”
“It was good,” she replied. She got to the top of the stairs and flopped onto the couch. “Weird, though; I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would.”
Clark stared at her in delighted surprise. “Chloe Anne Sullivan, are you turning into a country girl right before my very eyes?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t go that far,” she warned. “Oh — and I brought you back a piece of the city.”
He brightened as she reached into her bag and brought out a paper-wrapped package. “You did?”
“Yep. Here you go,” she said with a smile. “With love from Pretzel Corner.”
***
Clark’s reaction was instantaneous. His smile disappeared, and he stared at the object in her hands as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Where did you get that?” he whispered.
“From a street vendor in Metropolis. Wanna try some?” she offered.
“Uh…yeah, sure.” He took the pretzel out of her hands and took a bite out of the corner, his expression shuttered.
“Don’t you like it?” she asked.
“Hmm? Oh, yes; yes, I do,” he replied, and immediately smiled. “Thanks for bringing this back for me, I appreciate it.”
“Have you ever had one of these before?” she asked, studying him carefully.
“I’ve eaten pretzels before, sure.”
“I mean, one of these ones,” she specified. “With maple syrup, and cinnamon and—”
“Is this an interview?” he asked curtly.
Busted. “No, I’m just…curious,” she replied. “But we can talk about something else, if you’d like.”
“I’d like.”
“Okay.” She twiddled her fingers nervously, and noticed that he seemed to me making a conscious effort not to meet her gaze.
“So, hat did you do with yourself all day?” she asked.
He broke out into a silly grin, and his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “I spent the day with Lana.”
“Lana?” she echoed, her eyes widening in shock.
“Yep. See, after you blew me off—”
“I didn’t blow you off!”
“…I was at a loose end, so I went into town, and she was minding the flower shop for her Aunt Nell,” he continued, ignoring her outburst. “I asked if she needed a hand, and we got to talking, and you know what? You were right. She really is quite nice.”
“Great,” she said stiffly. “Good to see you had fun.”
“I did.” He paused. “She asked if I could stop by again next week; I said I would.”
“Next Saturday?” she gaped. “Again?”
He shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
“But we always do stuff on Saturday!” she complained. “How could you agree to something like that without clearing it with me first?”
“I don’t need your permission to see a friend!”
“But we had plans, Clark!”
“Gee, If I could get out of this, I would,” he mimicked sarcastically, throwing her own words back in her face. “But I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
She scowled at him, her hands clenching by her sides. He never said the exact words, but his meaning was clear. Now you know what it feels like.
“You know what? Don’t bother,” she said angrily, getting to her feet. “Have fun with your new best friend, flower boy!”
“Oh, I will!” he shouted at her retreating back. “And you can forget about your papers from now on!”
She stomped down the stairs and out of the barn, walking furiously along the road. Knowing that Clark had spent what was supposed to have been their afternoon with Lana felt curiously like a betrayal. Which was silly, because Clark was just her friend, and she knew he had a thing for Lana; had even encouraged him to talk to her. And Lana was nice enough, so she should be happy for him that she’d finally started to acknowledge him. She had, after all, even given Lana a none-too-subtle push in Clark’s direction.
So why did she feel positively heartbroken about his budding friendship with the pretty teenager?
A yearning stirred in her heart and she fiercely ignored it, forcing her brain instead into reporter mode as she mentally examined her findings with the proffered pretzel.
Clark had had a strong reaction to the sight of the tasty treat, and had immediately gone on the defensive. No way did she believe he was seeing Big Lou’s signature pretzel for the first time. But if her instincts were true, and he was getting her papers from Metropolis, how did he manage to do it every morning in the space of mere minutes?
She pondered all possibilities until she got home, surprising her father who was watching TV in the den.
“Hey, you’re early,” he remarked. “Clark not home?”
“He was, but he was kinda busy.” She leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll just head on upstairs and work on some…stuff.”
“Okay, then. Don’t forget to come down to dinner.” He returned his attention to the game, and she went up to her room and switched on her computer.
***
Several calculations, trajectories and scattered sheets of paper later, she was done.
Chloe leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers under her chin, frowning hard. Clark was getting her papers from Metropolis; of that she was pretty much sure. How he managed to do that in under ten minutes either way, she had no clue.
But she was determined to find out.
She pushed her chair back and got to her feet, unsettling several sheets of paper on her way up. Quickly she gathered them in her hands and started to shuffle them into a pile, but then stopped as her gaze zeroed in on a box of tacks on the edge of her writing desk.
She picked up both the tacks and her papers and carried them over to the wall on the far side, which was bare. Slowly and methodically, she stuck her pieces of paper up on the wall until they resembled a crude storyboard of events. Then she stood back and smiled.
The mystery of the papers might have her stumped at the moment, but she had every intention of solving that mystery. Until then, she’d be content with staring at her little wall of weird information until the case was well and truly cracked. It might be a good idea to set one up in the Torch as well, just in case there were more mysteries to be found in the town. After all, Clark’s father had said something about Smallville being weird and out of the ordinary. What had he said? There’s already enough strangeness in this town without fertiliser compounding the problems.
“Why would locally made fertiliser be a problem?” she wondered aloud.
“Dinner time, Peanut!” her father called.
“In a minute, Dad!” she yelled back. She ran back to her desk and picked up a pen, then scribbled a reminder on the corner of her book to check out the local fertiliser plant, and also get interviews from other farmers in the area.
Jonathan Kent may farm organic, but she was willing to bet that there were others who did not. She’d pay their farms a visit and see if their crops and livestock turned out any different from the ones grown and bred respectively on the Kent Farm.
“Chloe Anne Sullivan!” her father called sternly. “Dinner!”
She sighed and followed his voice downstairs. As she descended, a small part her felt a niggling sense of guilt that she was pursuing a lead that would likely cause her to break the promise she’d made to Clark, but she eventually shrugged it away and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.
She was determined to be a brilliant reporter one day. She’d be an idiot to ignore a lead that was right in front of her face.
***
Chapter 16…
Some more of All The Way for your reading pleasure, in which Chloe decides -- against her better judgement -- to go down the rabbit hole. Eep. :-/
Enjoy! :-)
Title: All The Way
Author:
babydee1Pairing: 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. :)
Banner by
summerstar882Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 15
Fallout
It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.
Chloe was silent for most of the journey back to Smallville. Her father gave her odd looks, probably assuming she was just reminiscing on her visit to Metropolis.
“Everything okay, Peanut?” he finally asked as they approached the Welcome to Smallville! sign.
She turned to face him with a wan smile. “I’m fine, Dad.”
“It was hard going back to Metropolis, wasn’t it?” he asked gently.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She’d been so wrapped up in solving the mystery of the newspapers that it hadn’t even occurred to her that it was her first time back in Metropolis since the move. Nor had she felt the yearning for the big city that she’d thought she would.
Huh. Life in Smallville wasn’t so bad after all. And she had her best friend Clark to thank for that.
I know what’ll cheer you up,” her father continued. “How about we stop by the Kent Farm on the way in? You can spend a few hours with young Clark, and I’ll pick you up later.”
Her face brightened considerably. “I’d love that, Dad. Thank you.”
They cruised along until the familiar yellow farmhouse and barn came into view, and her father dropped her off at the end of the driveway. She ran up the path and headed straight for the barn, knowing he’d be in the loft at this time.
“Clark?” she called.
His head appeared over the top railing, and his face broke out into a huge smile.
“Hey, you’re back!” he exclaimed. “Come on up. How was your trip?”
“It was good,” she replied. She got to the top of the stairs and flopped onto the couch. “Weird, though; I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would.”
Clark stared at her in delighted surprise. “Chloe Anne Sullivan, are you turning into a country girl right before my very eyes?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t go that far,” she warned. “Oh — and I brought you back a piece of the city.”
He brightened as she reached into her bag and brought out a paper-wrapped package. “You did?”
“Yep. Here you go,” she said with a smile. “With love from Pretzel Corner.”
***
Clark’s reaction was instantaneous. His smile disappeared, and he stared at the object in her hands as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Where did you get that?” he whispered.
“From a street vendor in Metropolis. Wanna try some?” she offered.
“Uh…yeah, sure.” He took the pretzel out of her hands and took a bite out of the corner, his expression shuttered.
“Don’t you like it?” she asked.
“Hmm? Oh, yes; yes, I do,” he replied, and immediately smiled. “Thanks for bringing this back for me, I appreciate it.”
“Have you ever had one of these before?” she asked, studying him carefully.
“I’ve eaten pretzels before, sure.”
“I mean, one of these ones,” she specified. “With maple syrup, and cinnamon and—”
“Is this an interview?” he asked curtly.
Busted. “No, I’m just…curious,” she replied. “But we can talk about something else, if you’d like.”
“I’d like.”
“Okay.” She twiddled her fingers nervously, and noticed that he seemed to me making a conscious effort not to meet her gaze.
“So, hat did you do with yourself all day?” she asked.
He broke out into a silly grin, and his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “I spent the day with Lana.”
“Lana?” she echoed, her eyes widening in shock.
“Yep. See, after you blew me off—”
“I didn’t blow you off!”
“…I was at a loose end, so I went into town, and she was minding the flower shop for her Aunt Nell,” he continued, ignoring her outburst. “I asked if she needed a hand, and we got to talking, and you know what? You were right. She really is quite nice.”
“Great,” she said stiffly. “Good to see you had fun.”
“I did.” He paused. “She asked if I could stop by again next week; I said I would.”
“Next Saturday?” she gaped. “Again?”
He shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
“But we always do stuff on Saturday!” she complained. “How could you agree to something like that without clearing it with me first?”
“I don’t need your permission to see a friend!”
“But we had plans, Clark!”
“Gee, If I could get out of this, I would,” he mimicked sarcastically, throwing her own words back in her face. “But I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
She scowled at him, her hands clenching by her sides. He never said the exact words, but his meaning was clear. Now you know what it feels like.
“You know what? Don’t bother,” she said angrily, getting to her feet. “Have fun with your new best friend, flower boy!”
“Oh, I will!” he shouted at her retreating back. “And you can forget about your papers from now on!”
She stomped down the stairs and out of the barn, walking furiously along the road. Knowing that Clark had spent what was supposed to have been their afternoon with Lana felt curiously like a betrayal. Which was silly, because Clark was just her friend, and she knew he had a thing for Lana; had even encouraged him to talk to her. And Lana was nice enough, so she should be happy for him that she’d finally started to acknowledge him. She had, after all, even given Lana a none-too-subtle push in Clark’s direction.
So why did she feel positively heartbroken about his budding friendship with the pretty teenager?
A yearning stirred in her heart and she fiercely ignored it, forcing her brain instead into reporter mode as she mentally examined her findings with the proffered pretzel.
Clark had had a strong reaction to the sight of the tasty treat, and had immediately gone on the defensive. No way did she believe he was seeing Big Lou’s signature pretzel for the first time. But if her instincts were true, and he was getting her papers from Metropolis, how did he manage to do it every morning in the space of mere minutes?
She pondered all possibilities until she got home, surprising her father who was watching TV in the den.
“Hey, you’re early,” he remarked. “Clark not home?”
“He was, but he was kinda busy.” She leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll just head on upstairs and work on some…stuff.”
“Okay, then. Don’t forget to come down to dinner.” He returned his attention to the game, and she went up to her room and switched on her computer.
***
Several calculations, trajectories and scattered sheets of paper later, she was done.
Chloe leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers under her chin, frowning hard. Clark was getting her papers from Metropolis; of that she was pretty much sure. How he managed to do that in under ten minutes either way, she had no clue.
But she was determined to find out.
She pushed her chair back and got to her feet, unsettling several sheets of paper on her way up. Quickly she gathered them in her hands and started to shuffle them into a pile, but then stopped as her gaze zeroed in on a box of tacks on the edge of her writing desk.
She picked up both the tacks and her papers and carried them over to the wall on the far side, which was bare. Slowly and methodically, she stuck her pieces of paper up on the wall until they resembled a crude storyboard of events. Then she stood back and smiled.
The mystery of the papers might have her stumped at the moment, but she had every intention of solving that mystery. Until then, she’d be content with staring at her little wall of weird information until the case was well and truly cracked. It might be a good idea to set one up in the Torch as well, just in case there were more mysteries to be found in the town. After all, Clark’s father had said something about Smallville being weird and out of the ordinary. What had he said? There’s already enough strangeness in this town without fertiliser compounding the problems.
“Why would locally made fertiliser be a problem?” she wondered aloud.
“Dinner time, Peanut!” her father called.
“In a minute, Dad!” she yelled back. She ran back to her desk and picked up a pen, then scribbled a reminder on the corner of her book to check out the local fertiliser plant, and also get interviews from other farmers in the area.
Jonathan Kent may farm organic, but she was willing to bet that there were others who did not. She’d pay their farms a visit and see if their crops and livestock turned out any different from the ones grown and bred respectively on the Kent Farm.
“Chloe Anne Sullivan!” her father called sternly. “Dinner!”
She sighed and followed his voice downstairs. As she descended, a small part her felt a niggling sense of guilt that she was pursuing a lead that would likely cause her to break the promise she’d made to Clark, but she eventually shrugged it away and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.
She was determined to be a brilliant reporter one day. She’d be an idiot to ignore a lead that was right in front of her face.
***
Chapter 16…
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Date: 2013-05-11 07:55 am (UTC)So glad you like it, and thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2013-05-11 07:33 am (UTC)Oh dear. I love me some Chloe, but her inquisitiveness... And being jealous of Lana - well, its hard to blame her for that!
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Date: 2013-05-11 07:48 am (UTC)Clark was lucky to have seen Lana on a day when she wasn't wearing her godawful necklace, but I'll get her to put it back on again soon. :-P
Glad you like, Jen! *huggles* :-)
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Date: 2013-05-11 08:42 am (UTC)*Cuddles You/Shows You Lurve*
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Date: 2013-05-11 10:07 am (UTC)Glad you like, Maddie. :-)
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Date: 2013-05-14 05:47 am (UTC)Oh God, they are such KIDS!:D I'm loving this. And reading your fic made me realize that sassy!Clark is probably my favorite version of Clark. And I have the feeling Chloe's about to get in some serious trouble... which, duh. She's Chloe.:)
Frankly, Clark was always so damn bad at hiding his gifts that it's shocking none of his friends ever figured anything out. Now that Chloe's so close to the truth, I wonder which lame lie Clark is going to come up with to get himself out of this one...
I really love the Chloe/Gabe relationship here. Most of the time I saw him portrayed as a distant, indifferent father, but that's not the impression I got from the show. It's not his fault the show writers forgot about his existence.:( He's lovely in this story!
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Date: 2013-05-28 10:21 am (UTC)I'll reply in detail later. Thanks babes! *hugs*
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Date: 2013-06-08 09:14 am (UTC)Sassy!Clark...I like it! :-D
"Frankly, Clark was always so damn bad at hiding his gifts that it's shocking none of his friends ever figured anything out. Now that Chloe's so close to the truth, I wonder which lame lie Clark is going to come up with to get himself out of this one..."
For someone who liked so frequently, he was incredibly bad at it!
"I really love the Chloe/Gabe relationship here. Most of the time I saw him portrayed as a distant, indifferent father, but that's not the impression I got from the show. It's not his fault the show writers forgot about his existence.:( He's lovely in this story!"
*grins* Yes, he is. The show had a habit of sweeping things under the rug they just didn't want to deal with. A one-line explanation would have solved so many problems, but noooo...just shove it out the way, and hope no-one remembers. Shameful!
Glad you like, babes! :-)
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Date: 2013-05-31 12:32 am (UTC)