torched_reporter: (serious)
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.
torched_reporter: (pleeeeease)
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.

Riley,

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.

Chloe.


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.
torched_reporter: (thoughtful)
It seemed odd to Chloe that out of all of the places she could have come to think, she picked her office in the Planet. It would have been one thing if she was researching a lead, but this was a personal letter she had to write - write, not even type.

She owed him that much. After all the crap she had put him through, after realizing just how much she was still in love with him, she owed him.

They had come here once, on one of their first dates. It had been a silly idea and they had spent the time looking up his existence in her Earth. There had been a Riley Poole discovered. It had bothered her then. Now, Chloe didn't know what to make of it.

She sighed and stared at the blank piece of paper in front of her.

It was a letter she had no idea how to start.
torched_reporter: (serious)
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."
torched_reporter: (ahaha no)
She hadn't understood the weird look Clark gave her when he had caught her. Okay, so what if falling six stories wasn't exactly in the plan for the night? Right before she fell, Chloe had been able to knock the assailant out cold in the process. Which meant Jimmy was safe, which totally the important part.

He had responded flatly to her comment about his timing though, and when she had mouthed him a thank you before cutting Jimmy off with a kiss, he had only given her another confused look.

Eventually, Jimmy did let her go. It only took a good five kisses and fifteen reassurances that everything was alright. As much as she wanted to call Clark out on his weird behavior, she had other things to do first. Namely: visit Lana.

And discover that, yet again, she had another secret to keep.
torched_reporter: (really really happy now)
Okay, so maybe next time Chloe decides to bring a friend home from Milliways, she shouldn't do it in the middle of morning rush hour. Even on a Sunday, the Talon is hopping. It is (in Chloe's opinion, anyway) the only place in all of Smallville where you can get a decent cup of joe.

The girls get a slight glare from Tom the cook the as they walk into the kitchen from Milliways. Chloe immediately makes a u-turn and the doors flap again as she leads Eirene inside the Talon proper.

Finally letting go of the other girl's arm, Chloe gestures grandiosely to the room. "This? Is the Talon. Lex's only decent businesses enterprise. I live upstairs with my cousin Lois, who's thankfully out shopping right now. Which means we have plenty of time to concoct a cover up story and figure out what you want to do with your time here."

Before Eirene has a chance to really get a good look of the room, Chloe's pulling her in the direction of the stairs. Getting rid of that bag is totally her first priority today.
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: (sleeping)
Clark was right. She really did need more sleep. As tempting as coffee sounded, all the excitement and fear and worry of the past twenty-four hours had taken their toll. And she'd be safe, with Riley right next to her and Clark a phone call away.

It's safe and warm in the bed. Riley's still asleep when she slips in under the orange comforter. He rolls towards her and Chloe smiles softly. She rests her head against him and yawns. Eyes closed and she's asleep:

Sleep well needed after the worst night of her life.
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: (omgwtfbbq)
Look up information on Dr Bethany. Yeah, check. Chloe can do that, no matter how much she wants to be out there in Metropolis with Clark. Rather than making the drive all the way back to the Planet, she makes the shorter trip back to the apartment. Quickly stopping in the Talon to get a cup of coffee (there are benefits to being the Maid of Honor of the owner's fiancee), she heads upstairs to begin.

Her laptop is exactly where she had left it earlier in the day: on the kitchen table surrounded by a stack of papers and books. Lois hasn't been home yet. That's okay. It's probably better that her cousin remains uninvolved. Chloe takes one more sip from her mug before placing it on the table next to the computer. It's time to get to work.

She's barely five minutes in to an internet search when a gloved hand covers her mouth. She tries to scream. She tries to flail and fight. But there isn't much she can do against the chloroform soaked cloth against her lips. Despite her will to stay awake, Chloe winds up knocked out rather quickly.


When she does wake up again, Chloe finds herself unable to move. Petrified, she looks from the corner of her eye. Her legs and arms are strapped in and there are individuals in blue scrubs, face masks, and gloves all around her. She can't make out where she is. She can't make out who they are. Underneath the silvery cloth further strapping her in place across her breasts and from hips to ankles, she's exposed and naked. Chloe tries to move, at least squirm. She can't.

As much as she wants to scream, the only noise that comes out are clenched little distressed noises. Her mouth is being held open by something (what Chloe can't see), but she can feel the tubes running out from her mouth. The room darkens and a green laser (a scanner of some sort?) begins to move across her torso. Even when voices come into hearing, Chloe finds herself still too freaked to pay attention.

"Blood iron levels?"

"225."

"Copper, cadmium, and chloride all high."

"The clock is ticking. Let's not waste time."

"Erythrocyte and leukocyte counts confirmed. Initializing full-body spectral scan."

The scan narrows on her stomach. That much Chloe can see. But what she can't see bothers her more. There isn't any Clark here to save the day. She's alone with these mad scientists and she can't think of any way to escape. She groans again, wishing it could be more of a scream.

"Scanning in progress. Vertical asymptote at "X." Preparing for DNA extraction."

"Proceed."

Unfortunately, sometimes you really do have to be careful for what you wish for. Her eyes widen even more (if possible) when an over-sized needle is raised over her abdomen. The moment it pierces the skin, Chloe finally screams.


***


That must have been some dream. She yawns, slowly coming to conscious. Chloe turns on her side and yawns again, blinking sleepily. There's a weird metallic taste in her mouth, but it's ignored. That nagging unsettling feeling is ignored too. Definitely some dream, a nightmare Chloe hopes she doesn't remember.

And then she does remember.

Clark never contacted her before she went to bed. She needs to call him. But first? A quick shower and a cup of coffee. Right now, Tobias Rice isn't going anywhere.
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: (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: (smitten)
There is something to be said about the sort of place where you can wind up celebrating a holiday months before you otherwise would back home. Not that this day of 'omg love and romance' is Chloe's favorite holiday or anything like that. Far from it; all those Valentine's Days in the past had been, well, very sucky as she would watch Clark moon over Lana yet again.

But right now, Chloe Sullivan is optimistic. Optimistic that today is going to set forth a new trend, one filled of non-sucky Valentine's Days from here on out. So, she's dressed nicely today, wearing a pretty pink (even if she hates pink) blouse and a brown courdary skirt, putting in the extra effort to make her hair more wavy than normal today too.

No, really, she's not trying to impress him. Seriously! Come on, like she'd ever do a thing like that.

But right now, she is sitting at a small table, playing with an envelope in her hands as she waits for Riley to show up.

Hopefully, he'll show up soon.
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