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As it turned out, Dr Knox had an appointment much sooner than Chloe expected. Today, in fact. Today she would go and be cured from those horrible meteor rocks. No more healing and no more dying. After today, Chloe Sullivan would be normal again.

After today, Chloe might never remember those she loves again. She had made her peace with Clark. Her father she would remember. AC received a rambley message on his cell voice mail-

-I do love you, AC. I mean, how can't I? You're my best friend next to Clark and always there for me when I needed you ever since I found out about you guys. It's been weird, keeping our friendship a secret, but it's been worth every moment of it. Even when you told me that you love me. I want nothing more than to say that I could love you back in the same way, but right now, I... I can't. I'm still in love with Riley and I don't know how to turn those feelings off, if I ever can.

But please, don't let me forget you. Don't ever let me forget-

-that had been cut off. For the better, Chloe had thought. If she hadn't been, she was afraid of breaking down into tears. Those tears didn't come until she began to write her letter to Riley. Giving up Clark and AC and everyone else seemed to pale in comparison next to giving up her memories of him. But he deserved a normal girlfriend. She deserved a normal life.


I swear this isn't the break up letter you're looking for. We've done that dance once and, frankly, it sucked. I've hurt you in so many ways and, and just when we've started to be friends again, I'm going and ruining everything. And I'm sorry. If there was any alternative, I swear I'd take it. I swear I wouldn't do this.

But there isn't. And you seriously deserve so much better. You deserve a girlfriend that's normal. You deserve everything I couldn't give you, not then and not now.

After tonight, I might not remember you anymore. I might not even remember Milliways. If things had turned out differently between us, I would be begging you not to let me forget why we belong together. A part of me still wants to beg, but I won't do that to you.

Someone once said that if you loved something, you had to let it free. Consider this setting you free for good, Riley. If I don't remember you, don't remind me. Just forget about me, too.

I love you, though. And that, I promise, never to forget.


It was why she was standing here now, letter in hand. Chloe took a deep breath and placed it on Bar's counter. "Give this to Riley Poole, please?"

And with that, she had an appointment to face.

Date: 2008-09-24 07:01 am (UTC)
shortofcrazy: (frown)
From: [personal profile] shortofcrazy
When Riley Poole orders a bowl of Wheaties, he receives a letter.

"That's ... funny," he tells Bar, brandishing the letter, "this doesn't look like the breakfast of champions. In fact," he's opening it, "it looks like a bunch of paper with scratch--"

He spots the handwriting.


His face grows graver and graver, a touch pale, as he reads. He's holding it tightly enough that the edges of the paper crinkle in his hands.

Upon finishing, he stares at the name at the end for a long, long moment. Then he pulls his glasses off his nose, puts them on the bar, and stands up.

Riley really doesn't want to do this.

He bellows:

"Clark! Clark Kent!"

It's a relatively quiet morning. Pretty much every single person in the bar turns to stare, several clearly recognizing Clark's name; the woman -- built like a tank -- sitting at the next table has a finger in her ear and is glaring at him. Riley doesn't shrink back. (Point of fact: he pretends he doesn't notice her. Subtle yet important distinction.)

So Clark isn't currently in the bar proper. He's an alien with superpowers. If he's anywhere on the grounds, Riley figures, he heard that. And if he isn't--

Well, Riley's fresh out of ideas.
Edited Date: 2008-09-24 07:02 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-09-25 03:01 am (UTC)
hero_farmboy: (caught in the headlights)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
Clark isn't currently in the bar proper. He's upstairs, having taken a bit of a break from life at home. Lana, Kara and J'onn all in the same place is stressful. And Chloe... well, that's another thing entirely and he's still not thrilled about it. At all.

Put all that together and Clark's not really listening to what's going on around him. He's here to get away, after all. However, there are certain things - voices, heartbeats, words - that get through no matter what. His own name is one of them.

It doesn't take him long to recognize who it is, either.

"Riley? What's wrong?" Because, yes, he is standing right behind you now, Mr. Poole.

Date: 2008-09-25 04:05 am (UTC)
shortofcrazy: (extremely doubtful)
From: [personal profile] shortofcrazy
Riley hasn't spoken to Clark in close to a year; the last time was well before -- well. And since then, he hasn't exactly been dying to seek the guy out.

(Besides the couple of times when he wanted nothing more than to open the door to Milliways, storm in, and punch Clark Kent in that damn square jaw. Irrational, yes, would-be-useless, yes. It wouldn't have accomplished anything. Riley would have been far more likely to tickle Clark or break his hand than to actually hurt him. Maybe the door knew this, when it stubbornly didn't open, and the worst of the urge passed.


Riley wheels around, his shoulders stuff. "Hey," he says, short and clipped. "So I just got something that basically sounds like a suicide note. What the hell," he's gesturing with the letter held tightly in one hand, Chloe's handwriting covering one side, "is going on?"

Date: 2008-09-25 02:25 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
Clark hasn't been eager to bother Riley, either. If only because he's had no idea how to deal with the situation. But Riley called him, so this must be something important and...

"...suicide note? What do you mean suicide note?" That was so not in the plan Chloe told him.

Date: 2008-09-25 02:26 pm (UTC)
shortofcrazy: (time to be a grownup)
From: [personal profile] shortofcrazy
Privacy be damned; Riley hands him the letter.

There's something distressingly final about it; that's what he's picking up on.

Date: 2008-09-25 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
Clark takes the letter gingerly, giving Riley a brief, worried glance before he starts to read.

It's possible the part of the letter that disturbs Clark is completely different than what Riley's concerned about.

"Wait a minute, this says 'tonight'. When did she write this?"

Date: 2008-09-27 07:51 am (UTC)
shortofcrazy: (seriously?)
From: [personal profile] shortofcrazy
He throws up his hands. "I don't know! Bar just gave it to me when I asked for cereal."

He is thinking, though. He says, at first more to himself and his shoes than to Clark, "When was I last--" He looks at Clark. "I was here two days ago; it had to have been since then."

Date: 2008-09-28 12:13 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
"It wasn't supposed to be until next week," Clark says angrily, staring at the letter again. And it's more to himself than it is to Riley.

"I have to go keep an eye on her, if I'm not too late."

Date: 2008-09-28 01:23 am (UTC)
shortofcrazy: (extremely doubtful)
From: [personal profile] shortofcrazy
"Too late for what?" Riley says, and he has the helpless, inescapable feeling of being completely and utterly clueless. " 'Next wee'-- Is Chloe okay?"

Date: 2008-09-28 01:34 am (UTC)
hero_farmboy: (clark doesn't like the sound of this)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
"She's--" Clark doesn't know what to say, how to answer that. Does he think Chloe's okay? No. And Chloe doesn't either, but she thinks she will be. Clark isn't so sure on that one.

He also doesn't know how much Chloe wants Riley to know about this. From the letter, it's not everything.

"I'm going to make sure she is." That, at least, he can do, whether she remembers him or not.

Date: 2008-09-28 01:37 am (UTC)
shortofcrazy: (really serious)
From: [personal profile] shortofcrazy
There's a lot of stuff Riley could say; things he could demand to know.

In the end, all he says is, "Take care of her," his expression uncharacteristically even (with frustration and with worry).

Date: 2008-09-28 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
"I will." Clark hands the letter back to Riley and then gives him a nod, before disappearing. This time, it's back to Smallville.

Date: 2008-09-28 07:24 pm (UTC)
shortofcrazy: (somber)
From: [personal profile] shortofcrazy
Riley opens his mouth to ask another question -- but Clark's gone.

"Y'know what?" he says to the Bar, after a long moment of watching the door. "Forget the Wheaties." He shrugs on his jacket, shoves his hands in his pockets, and heads for the door.

But not before giving the letter one last hesitant glance, folding it, and slipping it into his back pocket.
Edited Date: 2008-09-28 07:24 pm (UTC)


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