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She had left her note, she had made her phone calls, and she had said her goodbyes. Everything was set for her visit with Dr Knox. And, surprisingly, Chloe didn't feel nervous at all.

As she waited to be seen by the doctor, she flipped idly through a magazine in the small waiting room. There wasn't much else to do now.
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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.
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It had been her secret project for the past few weeks. No one knew about it, not Ollie and his gang, not Clark, not Lois, not Riley - no one. She had chosen to spend more time in Milliways working on this project than take a chance she may be caught at home or in the Planet office.

People at Milliways knew how to respect secrets. Even Bart Allen did when he was there.

But now, it seemed that all her searching was coming to a head. This man, this Dr Curtis Knox (ironically enough), apparently possesses a cure to the mutations caused by the kryptonite.

An actual, real cure.

It had almost seemed to good to be true when Chloe had ran into Sasha while hanging out at the mall with Jimmy. But her follow up research seemed to confirm it. Brain surgery to remove the infections and the powers. No fear of growing crazy, no fears of ever hurting herself or someone she loved.

No more fear of dying.

Of course, like everything, a cure came with a cost. But if you asked Chloe, potential memory loss was worth it. So what if she couldn't remember Riley or AC or Clark ever again? They could be around to remind her. Or she could start over, or...

"I'm a meteor freak," she told him. Dr Knox seemed a nice enough man in person. Calming, intelligent, clearly a neurosurgeon. Chloe took a deep breath and nodded. It was now or never. "And...I want to be cured."

He nodded, the soft smile on his face reassuring. "Then you've come to the right place, Miss Sullivan."


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Chloe Sullivan

December 2008



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