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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
2,085
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Forbidden Love
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.
Chapter Three
Lois was standing outside the prison trying to compose her self before she went inside. It was hard to be here because it was making what she was feeling on the inside all the more real. She was going to find some way to make Lionel Luthor pay for what he did to her cousin. She was even entertaining the thought of sneaking in with a gun and just blowing the stupid bastard’s head off. It would be short and sweet and he would be gone just like that. If Chloe could not be alive right now then he did not deserve to be breathing the air that she could be either. She knew she was not “God” but it sure was fun to pretend.
She put a couple drops of Clear Eyes into each eye and waited a few seconds for the clearing of the red to take effect. She could be a cold and evil sadistic bitch when the mood took her and today was one of those moods.
The doors were opened for her and she smiled at the handsome guard, “Lionel Luthor, please.”
“May I ask who you are Miss,” the guard asked kindly really liking how hot she was looking in that sweet outfit.
“Martha,” she smiled warmly, “Martha Kent.”
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Clark walked into the kitchen and looked at his mom, “I cleaned the barn.”
“You did,” Martha asked with surprise in her voice and a smile, “You usually keep it just like your room.”
“Messy,” Jonathan chuckled and then asked, “Did you fix the fence?”
Clark nodded and then caught a familiar fragrance, “Was Lois here?”
“Yes,” Martha said putting the fried chicken wings on the table wondering how he knew that, “About an hour ago, why?”
“I smell her,” he said while taking a seat at the table feeling out of place. He did not know how to act and it was frustrating him.
“She was wearing a lovely perfume,” Martha said and quickly turned off the burner so she could serve the mashed potatoes.
“What did she want,” Clark asked and Jonathan looked at her as she took a seat at the table with the two of them.
“She wanted to talk to you,” Martha said while sticking a fork into a thick slice of juicy red tomato, “About her cousin, Chloe.”
“Chloe,” Clark said with green eyes lighting up, “My best friend.”
“Yes,” Martha said with a smile and then suddenly frowned. In all the excitement she had forgotten to tell him that Chloe was dead. How was she going to tell him?
“I was reading some of her articles I found in the loft,” Clark said with a familiar smile that at one time could of lit up darken rooms, “So when I see her I’ll know her better.”
“Sweetheart,” Martha said and gently put a soft hand over his, “I should have told you sooner but everything just happened too fast.”
Jonathan put his hand over hers and Clark’s smile vanished as soon as it had come, “Tell me what?”
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” she said with tears gathering in her eyes because she had loved Chloe like a daughter, “Chloe died in an explosion while you were missing.”
“Explosion,” Clark asked in confusion. He knew what death was. That was when you went away forever and you never come back.
“She’s gone sweetheart,” Martha said as gently as she could to not upset him because of his new state.
“I don’t understand,” he said while looking from his mom to his dad, “What is explosion?”
Martha looked at Jonathan because she did not have the heart to explain it and he motioned for Clark to get up and follow him outside. She just sat there with tears in her eyes and quietly got up to follow them out.
Clark watched his dad get a container of something that smelled weird and a small stick from a box. Jonathan fixed a box up and poured the contents of the container in it and all over it and closed the lid. He struck the match and dropped it and he quickly moved back. Clark’s green eyes widened when the box caught fire and suddenly blew apart into even more flames.
“Chloe walked into her safe house, son,” Jonathan said walking up to him as Martha hugged her baby’s shoulder, “When it blew up like that box.”
“Why,” Clark asked in even more confusion as he pointed at the fire, “Why did it blow up?”
“Some say it was an accident,” Jonathan said with anger, “Others say it was deliberate.”
“She knew something,” Martha said squeezing his arm, “Something that was very dangerous sweetheart.”
“Then,” Clark said wrapping his alien mind around this information, “She was hurt on purpose.”
“Yes,” Jonathan whispered and all three turned back to watch the fire burn out.
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The door to his cell opened up and Lionel did not look pleased at all to see that he had been tricked. This young woman was definitely not the lovely Martha Kent.
“You’re not Martha Kent,” Lionel said turning from his bars back to his novel.
“No,” Lois said with a cold smile that was bleaker than the cell, “But her name opens lots of doors.”
Lionel snorted, “Doors that lead to danger.”
“I’m a big girl,” Lois said just standing there looking at him, “I can tie my shoes and even drink from big people glasses.”
“I can see that,” he said not liking this girl one little bit, “Who are you?”
“Lois,” she said with a smile looking directly into his eyes without blinking once, “Lois Lane.”
“Well Miss Lane,” he said stating to get annoyed and got up from his seat, “What do you want?”
“I just wanted to see for myself,” she said walking closer to the bars not taking her eyes off his or blinking at all, “What the fucking bastard looked like that killed my cousin.”
Realization hit and he frowned, “What happened to Miss Sullivan was a horrible accident.”
“Of course it was,” she said and suddenly reached through the bars lightning quick to snatch his ear and jerk for him to smack the front of his face against the bars, “And there was another horrible accident Mr. Luthor.”
He scrambled back which caused her to laugh, “Did that hurt?”
His eyes were venomous and he shouted for the guard as he touched the cut under his left eye from where he smacked the bar, “Good day Miss Lane.”
“I’m not done with you,” she said lowering her head so she looked even more ominous as her eyes burned into him, “Watch out for shadows Mr. Luthor.”
“Is that a threat,” he hissed just as the guard came in to escort her out.
She smiled as she took the guard playfully by the arm and blew a kiss at Lionel, “I never threat.”
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Excessive loud knocking could be heard when olive green eyes suddenly snapped open to slowly take in their surroundings with confusion. How in the hell had she gotten back to her apartment? Who the hell keeps knocking on the damn door and why the hell is she naked?
Lana got up and quickly wrapped the thin cotton sheet around her slender frame and made her way to the door. The knocking continued until she opened it up to see Jason standing there looking just as confused as she was.
“Where have you been,” he asked looking at her sweat covered face and wet hair, “You look like shit.”
She snorted at his honesty because that was exactly how she felt, “I have no idea how I got here.”
“Huh,” he asked even more confused.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said with a smile, “And I’ll meet you later for dinner.”
“Just call my cell,” he said and trotted off even more confused than before.
She closed the door and turned around to lean her back against its cold frame. She shook her head and then saw the charcoal outline of Isobel.
“What he hell,” she asked and made her way to the shower. This was just too confusing.
The hot water felt good even though she was hot as hell. Why was Paris so fucking hot in the summer?
The hot water fell across her face and the steam billowed around her as the sun poured through the window in beams. How the hell had she gotten back here? She had been at the church and after that her mind drew a blank.
She turned the water off and opened the curtain to dry off on the towel. She walked over to her mirror to see that her eyes looked lost and afraid. A whole day was missing from her life. She turned to the side and dropped the damn towel.
“What the hell,” she hissed in outrage when she saw the tattoo on the small of her back.
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Clark told his parents that he was going to go see Chloe’s grave. He told him that he would be careful with his powers that they had explained to him and tested to make sure that he was okay physically. It was weird to be able to lift a tractor, see through walls, run faster than a bullet, and shoot fire from your eyes. But most of all, he hated that stupid green rock. He was going to run even if he so much as caught a glimpse of green.
It was strange. He did not know Chloe and yet he did. Everything was missing and it hurt. How could he be sad for someone he couldn’t even remember?
He saw that box explode in his mind once more and wondered if she had felt pain. Did she cry out? Did she even have time to cry? Did it hurt?
He felt something wet on his cheek and realized that he was crying. He was crying for someone he couldn’t even remember. All he knew her from was the photo and the writings.
He came to a stop when he heard someone talking and realized that the voice belonged to Lois. He just stood there and listened as another tear fell from a green prison that had him locked away somewhere deep inside.
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“I’m sorry Chloe,” Lois said as she placed the flowers at the base of the grave where she was kneeling, “To tell you the truth, I didn’t even want to come because that would mean that this is really real.”
She reached out with a shaky finger and traced Chloe’s name on the sun warmed stone as the tears began to fall freely this time, “I feel so alone Chloe,” she whispered and looked back up at the name she was tracing, “But I’ll make your killer pay.”
“You’re not alone,” a sad voice said from behind her and she spun around to see that it was Green Eyes.
“Rude much,” she snarled angrily and then stopped when she saw that he was crying. He was actually biting his bottom lip looking as through he was about to bolt.
“I’m sorry,” she said and quickly wiped her eyes free of tears, “I forgot that you are her best friend.”
“Its okay,” he said looking down at the single rose in his hand, “I don’t remember.”
“Then why are you crying,” she asked with narrow eyes.
“Because I wondered if she felt pain,” he whispered as soft thunder echoed in the distance, “I hope she didn’t.”
Lois took a deep breath and cursed mentally when another tear fell. She shook her head and cleared her voice, “I’ll give you two your space.”
She walked by him and he slowly walked up to the grave and carefully laid the rose next to Lois’s humble flowers. They were pretty and he wondered if they had been Chloe’s favorite. He should of asked his mom if she knew what Chloe’s favorite were before he left the house.
“Hi Chloe,” he said looking at her name written in the cold stone, “Remember me?”
He had to smile at that and then immediately apologized for smiling and asking that, “Sorry,” he said half expecting to be hit by something, “I don’t remember me either but I hope you’re okay.”
He felt so stupid. She was dead so of course she was not okay. He didn’t know what to say and the thunder was getting closer. Thunder? He remembered that noise was called thunder. That’s what it was called.
“Chloe,” he whispered with a small smile, “From all moms told me, I must have loved you a lot.”
A drop of rain fell on his golden hand, “I just want you to know that even though I don’t remember…I do love you.”
Suddenly his eyes went funny and they widened in surprise. There was nobody down there in all that dirt. He spun around and almost lost his balance as he saw Lois walking through the gates.
He shouted, “Lois!”
She stopped and turned around just as lightning split the sky, “Yeah?”
He ran up to her with the goofiest grin she had ever seen in her life. Why in the hell was he grinning? He really had lost his damn mind when that lightning fried him.
“What is it,” she asked.
“Its Chloe,” he said practically glowing, “I think she’s alive.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.
Chapter Three
Lois was standing outside the prison trying to compose her self before she went inside. It was hard to be here because it was making what she was feeling on the inside all the more real. She was going to find some way to make Lionel Luthor pay for what he did to her cousin. She was even entertaining the thought of sneaking in with a gun and just blowing the stupid bastard’s head off. It would be short and sweet and he would be gone just like that. If Chloe could not be alive right now then he did not deserve to be breathing the air that she could be either. She knew she was not “God” but it sure was fun to pretend.
She put a couple drops of Clear Eyes into each eye and waited a few seconds for the clearing of the red to take effect. She could be a cold and evil sadistic bitch when the mood took her and today was one of those moods.
The doors were opened for her and she smiled at the handsome guard, “Lionel Luthor, please.”
“May I ask who you are Miss,” the guard asked kindly really liking how hot she was looking in that sweet outfit.
“Martha,” she smiled warmly, “Martha Kent.”
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Clark walked into the kitchen and looked at his mom, “I cleaned the barn.”
“You did,” Martha asked with surprise in her voice and a smile, “You usually keep it just like your room.”
“Messy,” Jonathan chuckled and then asked, “Did you fix the fence?”
Clark nodded and then caught a familiar fragrance, “Was Lois here?”
“Yes,” Martha said putting the fried chicken wings on the table wondering how he knew that, “About an hour ago, why?”
“I smell her,” he said while taking a seat at the table feeling out of place. He did not know how to act and it was frustrating him.
“She was wearing a lovely perfume,” Martha said and quickly turned off the burner so she could serve the mashed potatoes.
“What did she want,” Clark asked and Jonathan looked at her as she took a seat at the table with the two of them.
“She wanted to talk to you,” Martha said while sticking a fork into a thick slice of juicy red tomato, “About her cousin, Chloe.”
“Chloe,” Clark said with green eyes lighting up, “My best friend.”
“Yes,” Martha said with a smile and then suddenly frowned. In all the excitement she had forgotten to tell him that Chloe was dead. How was she going to tell him?
“I was reading some of her articles I found in the loft,” Clark said with a familiar smile that at one time could of lit up darken rooms, “So when I see her I’ll know her better.”
“Sweetheart,” Martha said and gently put a soft hand over his, “I should have told you sooner but everything just happened too fast.”
Jonathan put his hand over hers and Clark’s smile vanished as soon as it had come, “Tell me what?”
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” she said with tears gathering in her eyes because she had loved Chloe like a daughter, “Chloe died in an explosion while you were missing.”
“Explosion,” Clark asked in confusion. He knew what death was. That was when you went away forever and you never come back.
“She’s gone sweetheart,” Martha said as gently as she could to not upset him because of his new state.
“I don’t understand,” he said while looking from his mom to his dad, “What is explosion?”
Martha looked at Jonathan because she did not have the heart to explain it and he motioned for Clark to get up and follow him outside. She just sat there with tears in her eyes and quietly got up to follow them out.
Clark watched his dad get a container of something that smelled weird and a small stick from a box. Jonathan fixed a box up and poured the contents of the container in it and all over it and closed the lid. He struck the match and dropped it and he quickly moved back. Clark’s green eyes widened when the box caught fire and suddenly blew apart into even more flames.
“Chloe walked into her safe house, son,” Jonathan said walking up to him as Martha hugged her baby’s shoulder, “When it blew up like that box.”
“Why,” Clark asked in even more confusion as he pointed at the fire, “Why did it blow up?”
“Some say it was an accident,” Jonathan said with anger, “Others say it was deliberate.”
“She knew something,” Martha said squeezing his arm, “Something that was very dangerous sweetheart.”
“Then,” Clark said wrapping his alien mind around this information, “She was hurt on purpose.”
“Yes,” Jonathan whispered and all three turned back to watch the fire burn out.
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The door to his cell opened up and Lionel did not look pleased at all to see that he had been tricked. This young woman was definitely not the lovely Martha Kent.
“You’re not Martha Kent,” Lionel said turning from his bars back to his novel.
“No,” Lois said with a cold smile that was bleaker than the cell, “But her name opens lots of doors.”
Lionel snorted, “Doors that lead to danger.”
“I’m a big girl,” Lois said just standing there looking at him, “I can tie my shoes and even drink from big people glasses.”
“I can see that,” he said not liking this girl one little bit, “Who are you?”
“Lois,” she said with a smile looking directly into his eyes without blinking once, “Lois Lane.”
“Well Miss Lane,” he said stating to get annoyed and got up from his seat, “What do you want?”
“I just wanted to see for myself,” she said walking closer to the bars not taking her eyes off his or blinking at all, “What the fucking bastard looked like that killed my cousin.”
Realization hit and he frowned, “What happened to Miss Sullivan was a horrible accident.”
“Of course it was,” she said and suddenly reached through the bars lightning quick to snatch his ear and jerk for him to smack the front of his face against the bars, “And there was another horrible accident Mr. Luthor.”
He scrambled back which caused her to laugh, “Did that hurt?”
His eyes were venomous and he shouted for the guard as he touched the cut under his left eye from where he smacked the bar, “Good day Miss Lane.”
“I’m not done with you,” she said lowering her head so she looked even more ominous as her eyes burned into him, “Watch out for shadows Mr. Luthor.”
“Is that a threat,” he hissed just as the guard came in to escort her out.
She smiled as she took the guard playfully by the arm and blew a kiss at Lionel, “I never threat.”
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Excessive loud knocking could be heard when olive green eyes suddenly snapped open to slowly take in their surroundings with confusion. How in the hell had she gotten back to her apartment? Who the hell keeps knocking on the damn door and why the hell is she naked?
Lana got up and quickly wrapped the thin cotton sheet around her slender frame and made her way to the door. The knocking continued until she opened it up to see Jason standing there looking just as confused as she was.
“Where have you been,” he asked looking at her sweat covered face and wet hair, “You look like shit.”
She snorted at his honesty because that was exactly how she felt, “I have no idea how I got here.”
“Huh,” he asked even more confused.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said with a smile, “And I’ll meet you later for dinner.”
“Just call my cell,” he said and trotted off even more confused than before.
She closed the door and turned around to lean her back against its cold frame. She shook her head and then saw the charcoal outline of Isobel.
“What he hell,” she asked and made her way to the shower. This was just too confusing.
The hot water felt good even though she was hot as hell. Why was Paris so fucking hot in the summer?
The hot water fell across her face and the steam billowed around her as the sun poured through the window in beams. How the hell had she gotten back here? She had been at the church and after that her mind drew a blank.
She turned the water off and opened the curtain to dry off on the towel. She walked over to her mirror to see that her eyes looked lost and afraid. A whole day was missing from her life. She turned to the side and dropped the damn towel.
“What the hell,” she hissed in outrage when she saw the tattoo on the small of her back.
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Clark told his parents that he was going to go see Chloe’s grave. He told him that he would be careful with his powers that they had explained to him and tested to make sure that he was okay physically. It was weird to be able to lift a tractor, see through walls, run faster than a bullet, and shoot fire from your eyes. But most of all, he hated that stupid green rock. He was going to run even if he so much as caught a glimpse of green.
It was strange. He did not know Chloe and yet he did. Everything was missing and it hurt. How could he be sad for someone he couldn’t even remember?
He saw that box explode in his mind once more and wondered if she had felt pain. Did she cry out? Did she even have time to cry? Did it hurt?
He felt something wet on his cheek and realized that he was crying. He was crying for someone he couldn’t even remember. All he knew her from was the photo and the writings.
He came to a stop when he heard someone talking and realized that the voice belonged to Lois. He just stood there and listened as another tear fell from a green prison that had him locked away somewhere deep inside.
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“I’m sorry Chloe,” Lois said as she placed the flowers at the base of the grave where she was kneeling, “To tell you the truth, I didn’t even want to come because that would mean that this is really real.”
She reached out with a shaky finger and traced Chloe’s name on the sun warmed stone as the tears began to fall freely this time, “I feel so alone Chloe,” she whispered and looked back up at the name she was tracing, “But I’ll make your killer pay.”
“You’re not alone,” a sad voice said from behind her and she spun around to see that it was Green Eyes.
“Rude much,” she snarled angrily and then stopped when she saw that he was crying. He was actually biting his bottom lip looking as through he was about to bolt.
“I’m sorry,” she said and quickly wiped her eyes free of tears, “I forgot that you are her best friend.”
“Its okay,” he said looking down at the single rose in his hand, “I don’t remember.”
“Then why are you crying,” she asked with narrow eyes.
“Because I wondered if she felt pain,” he whispered as soft thunder echoed in the distance, “I hope she didn’t.”
Lois took a deep breath and cursed mentally when another tear fell. She shook her head and cleared her voice, “I’ll give you two your space.”
She walked by him and he slowly walked up to the grave and carefully laid the rose next to Lois’s humble flowers. They were pretty and he wondered if they had been Chloe’s favorite. He should of asked his mom if she knew what Chloe’s favorite were before he left the house.
“Hi Chloe,” he said looking at her name written in the cold stone, “Remember me?”
He had to smile at that and then immediately apologized for smiling and asking that, “Sorry,” he said half expecting to be hit by something, “I don’t remember me either but I hope you’re okay.”
He felt so stupid. She was dead so of course she was not okay. He didn’t know what to say and the thunder was getting closer. Thunder? He remembered that noise was called thunder. That’s what it was called.
“Chloe,” he whispered with a small smile, “From all moms told me, I must have loved you a lot.”
A drop of rain fell on his golden hand, “I just want you to know that even though I don’t remember…I do love you.”
Suddenly his eyes went funny and they widened in surprise. There was nobody down there in all that dirt. He spun around and almost lost his balance as he saw Lois walking through the gates.
He shouted, “Lois!”
She stopped and turned around just as lightning split the sky, “Yeah?”
He ran up to her with the goofiest grin she had ever seen in her life. Why in the hell was he grinning? He really had lost his damn mind when that lightning fried him.
“What is it,” she asked.
“Its Chloe,” he said practically glowing, “I think she’s alive.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.