Chlark Fanfic: Crisis, Chapter 40
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babydee1Hi, all! :-D
So, this was supposed to have been the last chapter, but things kind of over-ran, so there will be an epilogue to follow during the week. Somehow, I don’t think y’all will mind so much. ;)
In the meantime, enjoy.
Title: Crisis
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC-17 for disturbing themes; this chapter PG13
Warnings: ***Angst***
Timeline: Season 2-3 (Exodus – Exile; Clark’s RedK Summer & beyond)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics
Summary: A violent encounter between Chloe and Clark threatens to destroy their friendship forever.
Feedback: …would be appreciated. :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 40
The young receptionist outside the doctor’s office put down the phone and smiled.
“You can go in now, Mr Kent,” she said.
Jonathan thanked her and made his way into the office where his old school friend Dr Adrian Weismann was seated. The doctor rose and smiled as he approached.
“Jonathan,” he greeted, and offered his hand. “Good to see you again.”
Jonathan shook the proffered hand warmly. “Good to see you too, Adrian. It’s been a while.”
“Indeed. So, what brings you here today?”
Jonathan took a deep breath. “I need a favour.”
“Please, sit,” Adrian said, gesturing to the seat opposite as he himself sat down at the desk. “How can I help?
“Some friends of mine are in a unique situation and are in need of counselling,” Jonathan replied.
The doctor frowned. “You can be honest with me, Jon. Are you and Martha having problems?”
Jonathan smiled. “I can honestly, hand on heart, say that this isn't for me and Martha.”
Adrian nodded. “Okay. So this...unique situation that your friends are dealing with; have they tried other means of resolution?” he asked. “I only ask because therapy is usually a last resort, and — I hate to have to say it — it isn't cheap.”
“My friends have gotten to a good place, but it’s on a very delicately balance,” Jonathan replied. “There's a lot of water under the bridge between them which they needs to be addressed, and sooner rather than later.”
“And can they honestly discuss these issues freely in front of a stranger?” he queried.
Not a chance, Jonathan thought inwardly.
“Of course,” he lied smoothly. “But I must emphasise that discretion is absolutely necessary in this matter.”
“That goes without saying.”
“And if it’s not too much trouble, I’d need you to personally oversee their case,” Jonathan continued. “I know psychotherapy isn’t your department, Adrian, but I really need someone I can trust.”
“Of course,” he replied. “You can rely on me for absolute confidentiality, I assure you.”
Jonathan nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Adrian.”
“Okay, let’s talk numbers. How many sessions do you suppose they'll need?”
Jonathan frowned. “Let's see...” he thought briefly. “They’ll need an immediate start…maybe, one-hourly sessions together, once a week for the next six weeks?” That way, the last of the sessions would coincide with the end of term, by which time Chloe would probably be leaving for Wisconsin to join her father.
“So two people, six straight sessions together over six weeks,” the doctor mused, scribbling on his notepad. “Even without looking at my diary, I know that the best available time for that is around four or five o’clock in the evening. Will that fit into their schedule?”
“Four o’clock would be perfect,” Jonathan replied gratefully. Right after school. “Can you give me a friendly quote for the cost? Emphasis on the friendly.”
The doctor nodded. “I hope you'll find this agreeable,” he replied, and passed the notepad across to him.
Jonathan glanced down at the figures on the sheet, and winced. Whoa.
“And this is with the discount?” he asked incredulously.
Adrian made a wry face. “Too steep?”
“I'll be honest, Adrian - when I said friendly rate, I was expecting a lot fewer zeroes than this,” he replied balefully.
“This is heavily discounted, Jon,” he responded gently. “This figure up here—” he tapped the top of the page— “…is the standard hourly rate. Now, I've taken twenty percent off that, and also given you a multipack discount, so instead of paying for six sessions, you're only billed for four. So you're effectively getting the first and last sessions for free, all at a significantly reduced rate.”
“I appreciate the discount; I really do,” Jonathan replied hesitantly.
“But you're not sure your friend's finances will be able to stretch that far,” he surmised, and sighed. “Okay, we've been friends for years, you and I, so I can knock off another twenty dollars per week; but that's as low as I can go without putting myself in the firing line with my superiors.”
“That would be a great help,” Jonathan replied. “I'll run the figures by Mar--- my friend, and see if that's something he can handle.” And by the time Gabe Sullivan's cheques for his daughter’s upkeep started coming in, he would probably be able to manage that sum, he realised.
“Good. I'll wait to hear from you, then,” Adrian replied.
Jonathan rose and extended his hand. “I'll call you later today with a decision. Thanks for all your help.”
He smiled. “Anytime.”
***
Jonathan left Adrian’s office and went down the hall towards the waiting area. Once there, he stopped and sat down, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
He’d known psychotherapy was expensive, but even with the substantial discounts, it was still a lot of money that he didn’t really have. But that wasn’t the real problem. Price notwithstanding, he would still recommend that Chloe and Clark attend therapy sessions, but the distinctive details of the situation made it extremely difficult for them to be able to trust a stranger with the entire truth…and holding back even a fraction of what needed to be discussed would negate what they were trying to achieve. In which case, what was the justification in spending all that money for a service that they wouldn’t fully be able to appreciate?
Jonathan sighed and walked back up the hallway to Adrian’s office. He hadn’t really thought it through, but the limitations of conventional counselling were too great. There were too many variables that couldn’t be compromised, and the one thing he wasn’t ready to risk was revealing the truth about his son’s origins.
He got to the outer office and was just about to knock on the secretary’s door when he heard her answer her phone. He paused, ostensibly giving her time to complete the call.
“…I see,” she was saying. “And what is your call regarding, Mr Luthor?”
Luthor.
Jonathan’s heart turned to ice in his chest. Which one was it, and what did he want?
He gulped and listened to the one-sided conversation, trying to glean as much information as he could.
“One moment, sir…” he heard a few beeps as she pushed some buttons, then— “Mr Weismann? Mr Lionel Luthor on the phone for you…no, he didn’t want to divulge that information, sir, he said he’d only speak to you. I told him you were on another call, but he said he’d hold indefinitely…okay, putting him through now.”
Jonathan’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. What were the odds of Lionel Luthor calling Adrian Weismann mere minutes after he’d finished a consultation?
He tiptoed away from the door and walked a few steps further down the hall to where he gauged was the outer wall of Adrian’s office. A quick glance both ways ensured there was no-one else in sight; he pressed his ear against the wall and listened intently. By some stroke of luck, the phone was on speaker.
“…I’m the CEO of Luthorcorp in Metropolis,” Lionel was saying.
“I'm well aware of who you are, sir,” Adrian replied. “Are you calling for a consultation?”
“Actually, I wanted to congratulate you on your recent submission to the Medical Digest,” he heard Lionel say clearly. “You made a very compelling argument for the addition of a cardiac wing at Smallville Medical Centre; most inspiring. So inspiring, in fact, that I’d like to offer assistance in the way of funding for the facility.”
Bastard. Jonathan’s fists tightened until he shook with rage. He knew where this was going.
“Mr Luthor, that’s wonderful news,” Adrian said, clearly elated. “Your generosity is much appreciated, sir. You’re going to help save so many lives.”
“Well, I like to do what I can for the community that welcomed me with open arms,” he said with a chuckle.
On the other side of the wall Jonathan growled, wishing he could punch the evil in the face.
“I’ll send my lawyers over with the paperwork so that we can get moving on this as soon as possible,” he continued. “There is however, one small thing I’d like you to assist me with before we proceed.”
And there it was. Jonathan held his breath and pressed his ear harder to the wall, his heart beating faster and faster as he listened keenly.
“Of course, anything,” Adrian replied. “What can I do for you?”
There was a slight pause, then Lionel replied smoothly.
“I’d like to be granted unfettered access to the medical files of one of one Clark Kent.”
***
Chapter 41…
So, this was supposed to have been the last chapter, but things kind of over-ran, so there will be an epilogue to follow during the week. Somehow, I don’t think y’all will mind so much. ;)
In the meantime, enjoy.
Title: Crisis
Author:
babydee1Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC-17 for disturbing themes; this chapter PG13
Warnings: ***Angst***
Timeline: Season 2-3 (Exodus – Exile; Clark’s RedK Summer & beyond)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics
Summary: A violent encounter between Chloe and Clark threatens to destroy their friendship forever.
Feedback: …would be appreciated. :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 40
The young receptionist outside the doctor’s office put down the phone and smiled.
“You can go in now, Mr Kent,” she said.
Jonathan thanked her and made his way into the office where his old school friend Dr Adrian Weismann was seated. The doctor rose and smiled as he approached.
“Jonathan,” he greeted, and offered his hand. “Good to see you again.”
Jonathan shook the proffered hand warmly. “Good to see you too, Adrian. It’s been a while.”
“Indeed. So, what brings you here today?”
Jonathan took a deep breath. “I need a favour.”
“Please, sit,” Adrian said, gesturing to the seat opposite as he himself sat down at the desk. “How can I help?
“Some friends of mine are in a unique situation and are in need of counselling,” Jonathan replied.
The doctor frowned. “You can be honest with me, Jon. Are you and Martha having problems?”
Jonathan smiled. “I can honestly, hand on heart, say that this isn't for me and Martha.”
Adrian nodded. “Okay. So this...unique situation that your friends are dealing with; have they tried other means of resolution?” he asked. “I only ask because therapy is usually a last resort, and — I hate to have to say it — it isn't cheap.”
“My friends have gotten to a good place, but it’s on a very delicately balance,” Jonathan replied. “There's a lot of water under the bridge between them which they needs to be addressed, and sooner rather than later.”
“And can they honestly discuss these issues freely in front of a stranger?” he queried.
Not a chance, Jonathan thought inwardly.
“Of course,” he lied smoothly. “But I must emphasise that discretion is absolutely necessary in this matter.”
“That goes without saying.”
“And if it’s not too much trouble, I’d need you to personally oversee their case,” Jonathan continued. “I know psychotherapy isn’t your department, Adrian, but I really need someone I can trust.”
“Of course,” he replied. “You can rely on me for absolute confidentiality, I assure you.”
Jonathan nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Adrian.”
“Okay, let’s talk numbers. How many sessions do you suppose they'll need?”
Jonathan frowned. “Let's see...” he thought briefly. “They’ll need an immediate start…maybe, one-hourly sessions together, once a week for the next six weeks?” That way, the last of the sessions would coincide with the end of term, by which time Chloe would probably be leaving for Wisconsin to join her father.
“So two people, six straight sessions together over six weeks,” the doctor mused, scribbling on his notepad. “Even without looking at my diary, I know that the best available time for that is around four or five o’clock in the evening. Will that fit into their schedule?”
“Four o’clock would be perfect,” Jonathan replied gratefully. Right after school. “Can you give me a friendly quote for the cost? Emphasis on the friendly.”
The doctor nodded. “I hope you'll find this agreeable,” he replied, and passed the notepad across to him.
Jonathan glanced down at the figures on the sheet, and winced. Whoa.
“And this is with the discount?” he asked incredulously.
Adrian made a wry face. “Too steep?”
“I'll be honest, Adrian - when I said friendly rate, I was expecting a lot fewer zeroes than this,” he replied balefully.
“This is heavily discounted, Jon,” he responded gently. “This figure up here—” he tapped the top of the page— “…is the standard hourly rate. Now, I've taken twenty percent off that, and also given you a multipack discount, so instead of paying for six sessions, you're only billed for four. So you're effectively getting the first and last sessions for free, all at a significantly reduced rate.”
“I appreciate the discount; I really do,” Jonathan replied hesitantly.
“But you're not sure your friend's finances will be able to stretch that far,” he surmised, and sighed. “Okay, we've been friends for years, you and I, so I can knock off another twenty dollars per week; but that's as low as I can go without putting myself in the firing line with my superiors.”
“That would be a great help,” Jonathan replied. “I'll run the figures by Mar--- my friend, and see if that's something he can handle.” And by the time Gabe Sullivan's cheques for his daughter’s upkeep started coming in, he would probably be able to manage that sum, he realised.
“Good. I'll wait to hear from you, then,” Adrian replied.
Jonathan rose and extended his hand. “I'll call you later today with a decision. Thanks for all your help.”
He smiled. “Anytime.”
***
Jonathan left Adrian’s office and went down the hall towards the waiting area. Once there, he stopped and sat down, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
He’d known psychotherapy was expensive, but even with the substantial discounts, it was still a lot of money that he didn’t really have. But that wasn’t the real problem. Price notwithstanding, he would still recommend that Chloe and Clark attend therapy sessions, but the distinctive details of the situation made it extremely difficult for them to be able to trust a stranger with the entire truth…and holding back even a fraction of what needed to be discussed would negate what they were trying to achieve. In which case, what was the justification in spending all that money for a service that they wouldn’t fully be able to appreciate?
Jonathan sighed and walked back up the hallway to Adrian’s office. He hadn’t really thought it through, but the limitations of conventional counselling were too great. There were too many variables that couldn’t be compromised, and the one thing he wasn’t ready to risk was revealing the truth about his son’s origins.
He got to the outer office and was just about to knock on the secretary’s door when he heard her answer her phone. He paused, ostensibly giving her time to complete the call.
“…I see,” she was saying. “And what is your call regarding, Mr Luthor?”
Luthor.
Jonathan’s heart turned to ice in his chest. Which one was it, and what did he want?
He gulped and listened to the one-sided conversation, trying to glean as much information as he could.
“One moment, sir…” he heard a few beeps as she pushed some buttons, then— “Mr Weismann? Mr Lionel Luthor on the phone for you…no, he didn’t want to divulge that information, sir, he said he’d only speak to you. I told him you were on another call, but he said he’d hold indefinitely…okay, putting him through now.”
Jonathan’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. What were the odds of Lionel Luthor calling Adrian Weismann mere minutes after he’d finished a consultation?
He tiptoed away from the door and walked a few steps further down the hall to where he gauged was the outer wall of Adrian’s office. A quick glance both ways ensured there was no-one else in sight; he pressed his ear against the wall and listened intently. By some stroke of luck, the phone was on speaker.
“…I’m the CEO of Luthorcorp in Metropolis,” Lionel was saying.
“I'm well aware of who you are, sir,” Adrian replied. “Are you calling for a consultation?”
“Actually, I wanted to congratulate you on your recent submission to the Medical Digest,” he heard Lionel say clearly. “You made a very compelling argument for the addition of a cardiac wing at Smallville Medical Centre; most inspiring. So inspiring, in fact, that I’d like to offer assistance in the way of funding for the facility.”
Bastard. Jonathan’s fists tightened until he shook with rage. He knew where this was going.
“Mr Luthor, that’s wonderful news,” Adrian said, clearly elated. “Your generosity is much appreciated, sir. You’re going to help save so many lives.”
“Well, I like to do what I can for the community that welcomed me with open arms,” he said with a chuckle.
On the other side of the wall Jonathan growled, wishing he could punch the evil in the face.
“I’ll send my lawyers over with the paperwork so that we can get moving on this as soon as possible,” he continued. “There is however, one small thing I’d like you to assist me with before we proceed.”
And there it was. Jonathan held his breath and pressed his ear harder to the wall, his heart beating faster and faster as he listened keenly.
“Of course, anything,” Adrian replied. “What can I do for you?”
There was a slight pause, then Lionel replied smoothly.
“I’d like to be granted unfettered access to the medical files of one of one Clark Kent.”
***
Chapter 41…
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Date: 2013-05-19 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-19 08:14 am (UTC)Yes, the Return of the MB. I had to bring him back, he was far too magnificent to cut loose! :-D
Glad you like, hun. Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2013-05-19 04:18 am (UTC)And Lionel is finally out of the shadows.
Incidentally did you get my message yesterday? LJ was having problems.
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Date: 2013-05-19 11:46 pm (UTC)...got your message. Great video!
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Date: 2013-05-19 06:20 am (UTC)Really thank you for new chapter...
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Date: 2013-05-19 11:52 pm (UTC)Therapy may be down, but not out. I like to think there may be another way. ;-)
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Date: 2013-05-19 08:26 am (UTC)Die, Lionel, die!
On the other hand, no, please don't. You're much too entertaining a villain.
Damn it, but that son of a bitch is relentless! Now what's Jonathan going to do?
I WANT MORE!!!!!:D
Also, I honestly can't imagine how Clark and Chloe wuld be able to go into therapy without revealing Clark's secret... they will not be able to adequately describe their problems to the therapist. If Clark confesses that he raped Chloe, the therapist will wonder why Clark is not receiving any kind of punishment for it. The only way to tell the therapist the gist of their problem without revealing the secret would be to hide the fact that the rape actually occurred. And that would defeat the point of the therapy because Clark and Chloe will not be able to say the real reason they need it... unless they INVENT a reason that sounds plausible to warrant therapy sessions.
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Date: 2013-05-19 09:08 am (UTC)And I must say, I'm so grateful there's a truly interesting early season SV story going on that has both character development AND plot. This is everything I want from SV fanfic, so I'm really, really glad I stumbled upon this story.:) I can't wait to see what happens next! Help, I'm addicted!:D
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Date: 2013-05-20 10:19 pm (UTC)There's no point getting a doctor for a kid that never needs a doctor. :-) Remember when Helen Bryce took his blood in Fever Jonathan made her promise to do the analysis personally and keep the results to herself; I took that to mean that Clark isn't registered at the hospital at all. Somehow by Season 5 he had a medical file which Lana gave to Lex after Clark's resurrection in Hidden (I assume Helen may have made one for him as a 'cover' once she learned of his true origins), but I struggle to think of what would have been in it prior to his getting shot. :-)
"He's right for blaming himself for not thinking this through... but this just made me think just how damn difficult Clark and the Kents' life shoud be if they can't confide in ANY doctor. Any child must undergo some medical examination at some points of their life. How do the Kents manage?"
They don't. They're under constant stress, which is why Clark's so highly strung all the time. :-\
"Do they fake it somehow? But how do they do it if they don't let doctors know how special Clark is? Wow, I cannot imagine how stressful Clark's parents life must have always been. They really, desperately need powerful and influential friends like Lex to take care of such things for them."
I think that's what Chloe's beginning to realise now; that the Kent family dynamic isn't as picture postcard perfect as she once thought, hence her questioning Clark on the way to school about his relationship with his father.
"And I must say, I'm so grateful there's a truly interesting early season SV story going on that has both character development AND plot. This is everything I want from SV fanfic, so I'm really, really glad I stumbled upon this story.:) I can't wait to see what happens next! Help, I'm addicted!:D"
I'll do my best to give you another hit before week's end! Be warned though; I'll be taking a bit of a break once Part 1 is finished, so read it s-l-o-w-l-y!!! :-)
So glad you like the story, Sheliana, and thank you so much for your awesome review; I really, really appreciate it! *cuddles* :-)
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Date: 2013-05-21 05:44 am (UTC)Oh, sure, I know that!:D I was just thinking that someone would have noticed that Clark never ever visited a doctor in his entire life... and if the Kents' main priority was to avoid suspicion, having a doctor in their inner circle would have been the most prudent way to do so. I have no idea how they never got called out on the fact that their kid didn't even have a medical file (prior to Helen's appearance in their life). But that's my questions to canon, not to your story.:)
>>Be warned though; I'll be taking a bit of a break once Part 1 is finished, so read it s-l-o-w-l-y!!! :-) <<
:((((( But we'll still have "Orchestrato", right?:) Or you meant you'll be taking a break from writing in general?
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Date: 2013-05-21 07:28 am (UTC)Oh, I know. :-) And of course, you're totally right - they should never have been able to fly under the radar on this issue for so long, and Clark certainly wouldn't have made the school football team without a medical. I'm trying very hard to navigate the minefield of errors and ignored plot points left by TPTB, but there's only so much fixing I can do! Gawd, this show...*shakes head*
" :((((( But we'll still have "Orchestrato", right?:) Or you meant you'll be taking a break from writing in general?"
I'll still work on updates for Orchestrato and my other two WIPs until Orchestrato is done, which should be fairly soon. Then I'll take a general writing break to focus on some real life challenges. No telling how long that will be, but I do want to complete everything I have on the go as I've been working on all of them for over a year...up to three in some cases.
But don't despair...Orchestrato has a bit of a way to go yet! ;-)
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Date: 2013-05-21 08:00 am (UTC)I'm glad you're planning on updating Orchestrato! I need my Lex fix.:) And you deserve some rest after all the juggling of WIPs... I have no idea how you writers manage that!:D
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Date: 2013-05-20 12:41 am (UTC)Die, Lionel, die!"
My sentiments exactly. :-)
"On the other hand, no, please don't. You're much too entertaining a villain."
Hence my dilemma!
"Damn it, but that son of a bitch is relentless! Now what's Jonathan going to do?"
I wonder...?
"I WANT MORE!!!!!:D
Also, I honestly can't imagine how Clark and Chloe wuld be able to go into therapy without revealing Clark's secret... they will not be able to adequately describe their problems to the therapist. If Clark confesses that he raped Chloe, the therapist will wonder why Clark is not receiving any kind of punishment for it. The only way to tell the therapist the gist of their problem without revealing the secret would be to hide the fact that the rape actually occurred. And that would defeat the point of the therapy because Clark and Chloe will not be able to say the real reason they need it... unless they INVENT a reason that sounds plausible to warrant therapy sessions."
Hence the utter futility of the idea of therapy in the first place. Ouch. :-/
Thanks for the awesome comments, Sheliana!
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Date: 2013-05-19 01:40 pm (UTC)AWESOME new chapter sweets!
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Date: 2013-06-02 11:28 pm (UTC)Enjoy, and take your time with the updates - they'll be here when you're ready. :-)
Glad you like!