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Long story short: straw that broke the camels back which resulted in the camel thinking she was just a burden on everyone and everything and shouldn't be around.

(aka this)





I really, really, really am sorry for any worry/anger/misconceptions/hurt that I may have caused. Really.
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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.

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.

Meme

Sep. 14th, 2008 04:07 pm
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Pass a Secret Note Meme
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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.
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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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So, I don't know anyone who doesn't feel like they aren't getting enough feedback. So... let's give some. What do you like about my pup? What do you think could be improved? What things about them do you not understand that you'd like elaborated on?


Go for it. I need reasons to play her more and play her better, I think.
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1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.

[ooc: Comments are not really screened, but each conversation is private.]
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Apparently I've been tripled tagged or something? Guys, seriously, don't you have work to do?

Rules of the Game:

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

B) Tag people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.


1. How has LJ changed your life?
How about not?

2. What is your greatest fear?
Not being loved.

3. What will your dream wedding be like?
It's never going to happen.

4. What is the city of your dreams and why?
Metropolis. Do I seriously have to list my reasons?

5. Are you an introvert or extrovert?
Extrovert.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Being loved.

7. Do you trust easily?
Not anymore.

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Been there, done that. It's so not worth the pain.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
Yes.

10. What is your best quality?
Biting wit and intellect.

11. Is being tagged fun?
Some of us are actually doing work, you know.

12. How do you see yourself?
Reporter.

13. Who are currently the most important people to you?
My parents, Lois, Clark, AC, Bart, Ollie, Vic. Riley.

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
One: loyal friend.
Two: seeeeriously needs to lay off those energy drinks.
Three: the sort that kind of gives the best hugs in the world.

15. Would you rather be single & rich or married but poor?
Neither.

16. How many children do you want to have, if any?
Yeah. Also not going to happen.

17. What's better: to give or to receive?
Giving.

18. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
Going to go with AC's answer here. The one that loved me back.

19. Would you have 100% safe sex with a stranger for $10,000,000?
Prooooobably not.

20. What were your parents going to name you if you'd been born the opposite gender?
Charles.



Happy now, guys?
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Sometimes, Smallville is a good place to live. Because in Smallville distractions come easily. In Smallville, you have phantoms in disguise as your best friend. In Smallville, your other best friend dies. You couldn’t save her because you could only save one person at a time.

And because of that, you die.

Sometimes, Smallville is a terrific place to live. Because in the last few months, Chloe has been so busy that she hasn’t had time to think about certain places. Or certain people. Sure, one of them just won’t stay out of her life, being so stupidly nonchalant about everything that she just wants to scream. And another tried to stop by, but hey, it's surprisingly easy to say no to a goddess. But that last one?

He’s easy to avoid.

That place you first met is easy to avoid.

Everything about him, every single stupid reminder is stuffed in a box. Your cousin owed you, whether she knew it or not, and was more than willing to deposit it for you. It’s safe in Clark’s loft. He’ll never go looking for it. No one will.

You’ll never have to see it. You’ll never want to because the slate has been wiped clean.

You died.

You can never be that girl you were before. She’s dead in so many ways. And it’s better like that.

Chloe Sullivan, ace reporter. Capable of helping your best friend find his long lost cousin without so much of a wince. Capable of healing. And absolutely determined to help Ollie and his crew bring down Lex Luthor and Level 33.1.

You don’t have time for heartbreak.

You died.

The world will never be the same again.

So maybe, you think, typing up your latest scoop and trying desperately to ignore the fact that your cousin now works here too, it's time to go back.

Your last sanctuary has been broken. You died. You're a genuine meteor freak and who knows how much longer you have left to live.

Time to start over.
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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.
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Everything has an ending.

And when a place that was your haven isn't anymore, it's time to leave.

There's nothing left here anymore. Chloe had stayed since the fight, trying to convince herself otherwise. Vainly hoping that Riley would forgive her. But he hasn't. She knows he never will.

It's time to move on. Make a clean break and start over. No Riley, no Clark, nothing but her vendetta against Lex. It'll make for a short life. But it'll make for a successful life.

When she walks out of Milliways this time, the door closes with an audible click. Tears flow down her face. Meteor freaks don't get happy endings after all.
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There’s nothing left to lose.

Her father is away right now, safe in Gotham on a business trip, and her mother safe in the private institute funded by Queen Industries. Clark and Ollie and his boys can protect Lois. Lex would never hurt Lana. And Riley is completely out of the picture. As for Clark… well, it isn’t as if Lex doesn’t already have issues against the farmboy. So, it’s safe now when the only life at risk is her own.

She sits at her desk in the lower levels of the Daily Planet. The desk lamp is dimmed and all the other lights are off. By now, most of the employees have been at home for hours. Only the few dedicated - or crazy - reporters and editors remain, each locked up in their respective worlds of news and bylines. It’s not the first time Chloe Sullivan has stayed late at the Planet. The emptiness doesn’t bother her.

The keys click away as she types furiously. She knows this is going to be the story of the century as much as she knows that she won’t be around to see its effects. Lex never got near her back up information storage, hidden safely in Clark’s barn. He might have confiscated some things, but not enough to wipe the slate clean.

Luthorcorp Crimes Against Humanity: Luthor Heir Continues Nazi Tradition of Human Experimentation the headline reads. Her name follows. And below that comes a detailed expose on Level 33.1. It’s everything she’s ever heard or read about the place. Interviews, photographs, illegally obtained files – all of it. It’s all there. She makes sure to mention a Justice League, the group of masked crusaders Lex’s PR people have given a bad spin on. She tries to correct that: these men are the good guys, working to free those unwilling meteor infected or otherwise enhanced individuals.

She talks about the army of super soldiers. She talks about all the numerous doctors and institutions Lex has bribed. Statistics, accounting sheets that don’t add up, interviews with those few brave employees that stepped forward. She has them all. She even has her own memories of being one of Lex’s victims. Tonight she’s going to finish the article she started to write those couple of weeks ago.

When it’s done, she reads it over and smiles. It’s the best piece she’s ever written. She knows just by looking at it that it’s Pulitzer winning material. And she knows that she’ll never be around to see it.

Luthors don’t joke.

Before logging off, she sends off an email. It’s to Clark and it’s an apology. She tells him that she’ll always love him, that she knows he’ll make even more of a difference in the world than she has. And in the very end, she asks him to watch over her family and Riley – to make sure they live the happy and long lives they deserve. She asks him to tell Riley that she really did love him. It’s the closest thing to a suicide note she ever wrote.

Then, it’s upstairs to her editor’s office, right before the clock strikes dawn. He thinks she’s crazy. Calls her insane. She promises that she knows what she’s doing. It’s an article that’s been in the works for a long time. She has the necessary protection. That part’s the lie. Her arguments, and the too good to be true article her editor has in his hands, win out. The presses are stopped and the cover story is replaced.

This time, when the bomb goes off, Chloe is standing right above it and proudly looking at her cover story making headline.

There are no regrets in the end.

[based on milliways bar.
words: 619]
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Make your own list

Things I’ll never get to tell you:

Your corny jokes aren’t really funny, but I laugh because you’re the one saying them.
The way you look when you wake up in the morning is the most endearing sight I’ve ever seen.
You can blow away all that money from the finder’s fee and I’d just hug you and laugh.
I was planning on being the one to propose.
I’ve never wanted kids, but when I look at you, I think it might not be so bad.
You were the best thing to ever happen to me.

But you’re safer without me in your life. Now I won’t ever have the chance to hurt you because I’m a freak.


In the end, I don't know if Clark really was worth it.


[ooc: based on milliways bar]
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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.
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Make a list of things that inspire you.

Okay, so in no particular order:

1. Perry White's Pulitzer winning article that landed Morgan Edge in jail.

2. My parents. Okay, I know it's corny and probably predictable, but seriously? Since my mom left, Dad's done everything possible to be a good parent to me. And Mom? She gave up her life to protect people. How can I not be inspired by people like that?

3. Clark Kent. He might call me his hero, but he'll always be mine.

4. The very first article I ever wrote. I was eight, in the second grade, and decided that my book report had to be a literature critique. It was my first A+, too!

5. Coffee. I can't start my day without it.

6. The Daily Planet. That paper has produced more Pulitzer winning reporters than any other in existence. It's known world wide and anyone who's anyone knows it's the paper to turn to for your up to the minute news fix.
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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.
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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.
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Make a list of things you've never grown out of.

1. Reading the Daily Planet every morning. I’ve been doing it since I was old enough to read, actually.

2. Coffee. It’s my life’s blood.

3. Clark Kent.

4. Writing. If I’m going to win the Pulitzer by the time I’m twenty-seven, I can’t ever stop practicing.

5. Researching anything weird. Agent Mulder will always totally be my idol.

6. Father’s Day brunches with Dad. It’s been our thing ever since Mom left.

7. Being a city girl: eight years in Smallville hasn’t changed that yet. I doubt it ever will.
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