torched_reporter: (mom)
It seems like something out of a dream. She can barely remember it, but the reminder of her nocturnal activities whisper to the fringes of her conscious mind. Chloe turns in the bed, hugging her pillow closer to her head. Her eyes remain close and, for a moment, she whimpers for Riley. There’s no one to hold in this bed in Smallville. There isn’t anyone to make these nightmares go away.

It’s dark and she’s driving down an abandoned road. Cornfields flock either side. The moon isn’t out. There is a car up ahead. She’s heading straight for it. The man on the car is on a cell phone. It’s black, it’s fancy: it’s clearly the car of a rich man. She’s in a truck, a big truck that she can’t remember ever purchasing. But it doesn’t matter how she obtained it. She has a goal ahead.

The game of chicken lasts until the very last moment. She won’t move from the tracks. The other car has no choice but to swerve off the road. It spins out of control into a muddy bank. Cornstalks are broken. With an even louder squeal, she stops the truck next to the crashed car. She walks out, slow and determined. Her boots prevent any slipping in the mud.

When she comes to a stop, it’s in front of the crashed car. She peers in through the driver’s side window. A bald head glimmers in the lights. She knows this man. It’s her target. He asks her what she wants and she ignores him. Using the butt of a flashlight, she smashes the window. The target is showered with glass but only has a moment to realize it. The flashlight head is now used to knock him unconscious.

There. That’s what she came for. A small device in the pocket of her jacket. It’s what she needs. She smiles, staring at the unconscious man.

“Thanks Lex.”

The dream is over. When she wakes up, Chloe cannot recall any of it. She yawns, blinking sleepily. It is morning and she’s supposed to meet Clark for coffee. After another yawn, and a stretch, she rolls out of bed. Eyes narrow in on a pair of muddy boots on the floor. She can’t remember how they got there – they’re certainly not Lois’.

Chloe walks over, forgetting all about coffee with Clark. There’s something more going on right now. And she has no idea what. In the end, she chalks it up to being a meteor freak. Because life can’t be normal now that she is one. It can never, ever be normal again – no matter how much Clark or Riley beg to differ. So when Clark finds her, she doesn’t want to discuss it any more than they have to. Even when he promises that she doesn’t have to go through this alone, Chloe can’t find any relief.

***

It turns out her dream isn’t a dream. En route to the Planet, Clark and Chloe drive by a hauntingly familiar accident. There’s a Mercedes sticking out from the mud and a squadron of police surrounding it. She makes Clark listen in on a conversation with Lex: he was attacked last night and his flash drive was stolen. It’s already sounding familiar to Chloe. Clark finding her button by the wreck is only icing on the cake.

That’s the point where Clark decides the Planet might not be safe. Whatever’s going on, he wants Chloe in an environment where he can keep a better eye on her. Chloe protests, but ultimately, loses the battle when she finds the missing flash key in her purse. It’s a silent ride back to the apartment. She’s too caught up in her worries. Something is going on with her and she has no idea what. Is it her ability manifesting or is she being controlled or worse: is she starting to lose all control of her own mind? The silence is overwhelming.

The answer even more so. The flash key contains just one file: a profile of a krypto-freak capable of controlling the minds of other krypto-freaks. It explains the blackouts. Chloe isn’t going crazy, she’s only being controlled. But it’s the photograph of the individual that frightens her the most. Tears well up in her eyes and she hugs herself, staring at the familiar face.

It’s her mother, the catatonic Moira Sullivan.

***

Chloe doesn’t understand why she was turned away from visiting her mother at the mental institution until she watches the videotape Clark had stolen. In it, she sees herself attacking a doctor when she finds out her mother has been transferred. It’s another dream memory that has become all too real. But the message is clear. Her mother is sending out an SOS. Lex has her and isn’t above using her to accomplish his twisted goals.

***

She has to get out of Smallville. The message rings soundly in her head. Leave Smallville, leave Smallville. She has no other choice in the matter. And when Clark tries to stop her, she pulls out a chunk of kryptonite to hold him back.

It’s a terrible dream.

But when she wakes up this time, it isn’t in her bed. It’s in a cell with Moira gently stroking her hair. Chloe’s eyes widen and she smiles tentatively. “Mom? Mom!

The smile becomes a full out beam when Moira responds: “Chloe. You're even more beautiful than I remember.”

There are tears in Chloe’s eyes and she wraps her mother in a tight hug. She’s overwhelmed with joy. And overwhelmed with all the possibilities. Her mom can finally meet Clark, and Riley, and hear all about how she’s started her dream job at the Planet. But more than that: Chloe Sullivan can have her mom back.

“I can't believe you're awake and you're talking,” Chloe whispers as she chokes back sobs. “I thought I'd never get to speak to you again.”

***

They escape. Through Moira’s krypto-freak mind control and Clark’s last minute rescue, they escape. Clark contracts Ollie and gets immediate permission to bring Moira over to his Metropolis apartment. A thank you for shutting down yet another 33.1 facility. But Chloe doesn’t care. There’s only one thing that she can care about now: the fact that her mother is alive and well and talking. The smile can’t go away. The smile won’t go away.

She doesn’t want to leave the apartment, even for a second. But rumbling stomachs win out. Clark stays behind to keep an eye on Moira, and to contact Oliver about finding her mother a safe place to stay in Star City. When she returns, Chloe instantly regrets ever leaving. She glances at Clark and then looks over at her mother. Moira is quiet, staring out the window.

Hesitantly, Chloe approaches and places an arm on her mother’s shoulder. “Mom? Mom?”

Moira’s gaze flickers over to Chloe. It’s clear that there’s something wrong. She doesn’t seem stable anymore. At all. Each word becomes an effort: “I…I wanted to see a blue sky. One last time.”

Lex is going to pay.
torched_reporter: (confused)
It seems like something out of a dream. She can barely remember it, but the reminder of her nocturnal activities whisper to the fringes of her conscious mind. Chloe turns in the bed, hugging her pillow closer to her head. Her eyes remain close and, for a moment, she whimpers for Riley. There’s no one to hold in this bed in Smallville. There isn’t anyone to make these nightmares go away.

It’s dark and she’s driving down an abandoned road. Cornfields flock either side. The moon isn’t out. There is a car up ahead. She’s heading straight for it. The man on the car is on a cell phone. It’s black, it’s fancy: it’s clearly the car of a rich man. She’s in a truck, a big truck that she can’t remember ever purchasing. But it doesn’t matter how she obtained it. She has a goal ahead.

The game of chicken lasts until the very last moment. She won’t move from the tracks. The other car has no choice but to swerve off the road. It spins out of control into a muddy bank. Cornstalks are broken. With an even louder squeal, she stops the truck next to the crashed car. She walks out, slow and determined. Her boots prevent any slipping in the mud.

When she comes to a stop, it’s in front of the crashed car. She peers in through the driver’s side window. A bald head glimmers in the lights. She knows this man. It’s her target. He asks her what she wants and she ignores him. Using the butt of a flashlight, she smashes the window. The target is showered with glass but only has a moment to realize it. The flashlight head is now used to knock him unconscious.

There. That’s what she came for. A small device in the pocket of her jacket. It’s what she needs. She smiles, staring at the unconscious man.

“Thanks Lex.”

The dream is over. When she wakes up, Chloe cannot recall any of it. She yawns, blinking sleepily. It is morning and she’s supposed to meet Clark for coffee. After another yawn, and a stretch, she rolls out of bed. Eyes narrow in on a pair of muddy boots on the floor. She can’t remember how they got there – they’re certainly not Lois’.

Chloe walks over, forgetting all about coffee with Clark. There’s something more going on right now. And she has no idea what.
torched_reporter: (best friends forever)
Clark*: *Fell*. Sort of. And then she kissed me. All her fault.
Chloe: Come one, Clark. I thought we were through with all this hiding stuff.
Clark: I'm serious!
Chloe: So who initiated the groping?
Clark: Like I said, she kissed me. I just =, you know, had to steady her else she'd fall off me completely... I mean...
Chloe: So you did.
Clark: I AM NOT TO BE BLAMED.
Chloe: Hey, there's nothing wrong with it! Alien or not, you are a guy.
Clark: Exactly.
Clark: It would totally be rude to ask her to stop.
Chloe: Right. Because that's totally the reasoning behind it, huh?
Clark: Absolutely.
Chloe: It's nothing to be ashamed of, Clark.



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torched_reporter: (desperate)
She had heard it in the early morning from the Planet. Dr. Bethany had died of a heart attack last night. A little more digging and she quickly found signs of the Luthor cover-up mobile. Lana had apparently been there; a statement had been taken. Tobias had relocated to Star City for a corona transplant.

All in all, everyone was okay again.

Except for her.

Chloe still hadn't told Riley what was going on. She had fallen asleep after crying her eyes out. When she woke up - in the middle of the night, Riley still fast asleep on her bed - she had found herself unable to sleep again.

She had relocated to the living room. Sat on the couch and only moved after the phone call from the Planet. She has been there ever since.
torched_reporter: (best friends forever)
The drive to the Daily Planet didn't take long. With more traffic heading out of Metropolis for the weekend rather than in, there was no stop and sit traffic. There was little to keep Chloe from pulling up (rather hastily) in the garage, eager to get to work.

Five minutes later and she's at her computer, already typing away.
torched_reporter: (snoopy reporter)
She had expected to get very little sleep last night given Lana's bachelorette party. But instead of a night on the town, they had gone bowling. Okay, no big deal. It was fun even, despite Chloe's skepticism at first.

And then, probably as ought to be expected in Smallville, everything took a turn for the worse.

"I'm serious, Clark," Chloe insists as she pulls him from the Talon towards her car. "Daniel Kim was abducted right in front of my very eyes."
torched_reporter: (the justice league)
After last night's excitement, Chloe had planned on sleeping in. That possibility had been interrupted when Lois had come home from Ollie's early in the morning - and slammed the door so loudly that Chloe bolted upward in bed.

So they broke up. Chloe couldn't say she was surprised. After spending last night helping Oliver Queen and his crew, she saw how dedicated he was to this. It was a worthy cause and one, if the circumstances had been different, Chloe might have whole-heartedly signed up for. But she knew better. Her life, right now, was here in Smallville: helping Clark and visiting Riley in a bar at the end of the universe.

New plans for the day: cheer up Lois. But five minutes in, Chloe had received a phone call. Team meeting time. Hastily, Chloe apologized to Lois as she came up with a last minute excuse ("The Planet's short staffed - I'm so sorry, Lois. Later, okay?"). As soon as she left the apartment, a smile appeared on her face. She was a part of a team.



"Okay, thanks," Chloe tells Suzanne in business before hanging up. She had checked the buzz on the web earlier in the morning, but it never hurt to double check. Grinning, Chloe closed the cellphone between her hands as she walked into the barn. "So the Daily Planet is running with the story that a gas explosion destroyed the "vacant"--"

--she points in A.C. and Vic's direction as she walks over to some hay stacks by the stairs--

"--Luthorcorp building down by the docks."
torched_reporter: (computer girl)
In the time it takes Clark to interview the boys, Chloe has arrived at the Daily Planet to do more research on 33.1. She sits at her desk, typing away in a fury. She almost doesn't notice him come in.

"Took you long enough," Chloe states at the familiar whoosh of air. Papers go flying and empty coffee cups fall to the floor. She rolls her eyes at the mess. "What did you find out?"
torched_reporter: (cousins)
It hadn't exactly been a what Chloe would consider a long day at the Planet. Actually, she had been kind of eager to get home and do her own work on recent Luthorcorp break-ins.

What Chloe didn't expect, though, was to see the table practically covered with clothing. She dropped her purse by the door before closing it behind her loudly. And Lois wasn't anywhere in sight. She was almost worried over whatever it was her cousin was up to.

"Um, Lois?"

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