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[30 Jan 2007|10:28pm]

clarkxkent
[ mood | thoughtful ]

I wake up the next morning, a bit surprised at the warmth in my arms. I smile when the night before comes back to me and I realize it's Chloe. I pull her close to me and rest my head on top of hers. She's so beautiful in the morning light, and then I remember that she's not just in my bed. She's carrying my baby.

I'm going to be a father.

I don't know if it's going to sink in yet... I don't think I quite believe it yet...

But it's true. And it makes me happy. I don't know what's going to happen, but I hope that I'm half the father that my father was. The father that raised me. I hope I'm half that man.

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Truths and Realities [23 Jan 2007|02:27am]

reporter_chloe
[ mood | distressed ]

The inevitable truth came banging down on my head a few days later, when I took a trip to the doctor.

The appointment was awkward, the exam was uncomfortable, and I was extremely pained, in more ways than one.

But I got what I went in search of, as always.

The truth. The cold, hard truth.

And that cold, hard truth... is that I'm carrying my alien best friend's baby.

I freaked out the moment the doctor told me I was pregnant, and kept asking over and over again if everything seemed normal to him, even had him run and ultrasound to be sure. He says everything's fine, and when I saw something on the little screen... I bawled like a baby. I'm carrying the child of the man I love. Now I only worry what's going to happen when I finally tell him... everything.

But right now, I can't even think of that. I still don't think he's ready... and he's still not mentioned remembering much other than the fact we kissed.

I'm trying to ignore my gut as I head up to the front door of the Kent house. He's alone for a couple days, his mom having gone off... somewhere or another for Senator stuff. He called me over to hang out a while... here's hoping I don't spill my guts again.

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[21 Jan 2007|11:07pm]

clarkxkent
I move Chloe to the couch and run to the kitchen to wet a dishcloth with cold water. I bring it back to the livingroom and put it on her forehead, then take her hand. "Chloe, I'm sorry," I say, feeling terrible for having upset her.

I brush my lips across her cheek and whisper, "Chloe... I'm sorry... Please don't be angry..."
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Fears And Confessions [20 Jan 2007|12:42am]

reporter_chloe
[ mood | worried ]

It's been about three weeks since that day... the day Clark and I fought, he remembered kissing me, and we kissed in front of the Planet.

In that few weeks, a lot has happened. Or it seems like a lot.

A ghost took over my body, and I tried to kill myself. Almost killed someone else. And then... I did something I never thought I'd do. I went and saw my mother.

Seeing her was a shock to my system, but it helped me. More than even Clark knew. And I'd bumped into him in the parking lot afterward. Apparently, he'd followed me there, to make sure I was all right. He had no idea, but I'd really needed him in that moment, and I'm glad he'd showed up.

The next thing that ended up happening was that a new super-powered being showed up in town. Or, well... he was super-powered by design. Long story.

And at the same time, I was trying so hard to remain friendly toward Lana, the one who'd broken the heart of the man I love. She complained to me yet again about she and Clark breaking up, and then tossed it in my face that he'd refused to sleep with her for months. If she only knew...

The afternoon that the super-powered being crashed into our lives, something else crashed into mine. Something... strange. Or well... not strange... but something that made me worry. And I'm still worrying about it.

I'd be talking to Lana at the Planet, and I'd suddenly gotten sick. More than just sick... I'd suddenly felt the urge to throw up the entire contents of my stomach. And when I'd gone to the bathroom... I had.

I sensed something was up, but didn't think anything of it... until it started happening every couple days. And then I started to panic.

It's now been almost three months since that night I shared with Clark. And right now, honestly, I'm terrified of what should be impossible.

I'm terrified that I'm carrying my alien best friend's baby.

After getting sick right after lunch, I decide to take the rest of the day off, and I head to Smallville to see him. I haven't seen him in probably two days, and have only talked to him by phone... and honestly, that's a little odd. And the last time I saw him, he kissed me again, in a different way than he has the several times he's kissed me the past few weeks. Yeah... I'm spazzing over a few random kisses... but that's just me.

When I get there, I discover the house unlocked, and him alone, sleeping peacefully on the couch. He's so beautiful, I can't disturb him, but I can't help but sit and watch him.

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[15 Jan 2007|11:56pm]

clarkxkent
I tried to forget that night, but I just couldn't. I'd try to ask Chloe about it, hoping that talking it over with her will help me forget it and get on with everything, but everytime I start to ask her about it, she starts talking about something else. The Planet, or anything else but that.

But this morning, when I woke up, it was really strange. All of the sudden, it was like I was beginning to have memories of that one night... I remembered being sick and being with Chloe, and that we kissed... It's strange, but I wonder if that's why she won't talk about it.

I know what I have to do. I'm going to find her and ask her about it... She has to tell me. I have to know.
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The Deepest Of Secrets, The Darkest Of Pain [02 Jan 2007|09:37pm]

reporter_chloe
[ mood | discontent ]

I sigh as I make my way through the dark cemetary. The night air is cold, and it's giving me a major case of the chills, which really isn't good because I've forgotten my coat.

I rub my arms, trying to make the goosebumps go away, and am suddenly reminded of a night not too unlike this... one that I should have forgotten, one that should maybe have never even happened in the first place.

I bite my bottom lip nervously, and it all comes flooding back to me.

It had been a cold December night, shortly before Christmas. I'd been minding my own business, working on my homework, when I'd suddenly gotten a phone call from Clark. That didn't exactly surprise me. "What do you want now?" I'd teased, seeing as how he always came to me when he needed something. His response is what did surprise me... and scare me. He was short of breath, and sounded as if he'd been crying. He told me that something was wrong, that he was sick, and needed my help. He'd tried to come to me, but... he'd collapsed. Of course, I spazzed, because, well... those kinds of things just don't happen to Clark. Unless Kryptonite is involved. Which I asked him about. He said he'd been digging in yard... or something stupid like that, I can't remember exactly... and he'd suddenly dug up what looked like a meteor rock... except that it was this weird blue color. I asked where he was, and the next thing I knew, I was attempting to haul his abnormally large self into my little car.

When I'd gotten him back to mine and Lana's dorm room, I was stunned to discover that he was running a fever. A very high one, at that. And he was sweating like a pig. As the next few hours passed, he seemed to get worse, and was kind of starting to imagine things, but begged me not to call his parents. For once, I was glad Lana was not around, and knew she probably wouldn't be for a few days, since she'd gone on a little mini-trip with her Aunt Nell. The Kryptonite wasn't anywhere around, and it was still making him sick, and I felt helpless. I had no idea what to do. But I figured it wouldn't kill him... I mean... it couldn't if it was nowhere near him, right? I just assumed that maybe with this form, it would take some time for the effects to wear off. I remember holding him as he fell asleep, trying to find some way to soothe him, and thinking, at least I had this. I could comfort him in some way, and that was comforting to me.

And hours later, I found myself stunned again. But for entirely different reasons. I awoke in the middle of the night, and immediately raised an eyebrow when I noticed that Clark had worked his way out of his shirt in his sleep. Some tiny little minuscule part of me was tempted to have a peep under the covers... and when I did, more shock. Extremely naked best friend. In my bed. I was freaking out a little, and freaked out a little more when I heard him mumbling my name in his sleep. Ooookay... why was he dreaming about me? I figured it'd be best to wake him up, mainly to see if he was feeling better, and when I did, he told me he was... and turned about fifteen shades of red when I told him he'd sleep-stripped. I recall telling him I'd give him some privacy for him to put his clothes back on, and started to roll out of the bed, but... he stopped me. And he thanked me for taking care of him. I told him that I figured I owed him for all the times he'd saved my life. And then, suddenly, his hand was on my face, and I... I couldn't help myself. The way he was looking at me, the way he'd spoken to me... I kissed him. And what more... he kissed me back. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, because he'd been so sick, and weak, but... I just couldn't stop myself. And then we... well, something we'd come so close to doing before, we actually did. Nice little surprise. It was everything I'd ever dreamed of, and more. But the next morning, when I woke up, he wasn't in the bed, and when he came back in the room from the dorm showers down the hall, he didn't remember anything. He remembered being sick, but that's all. My heart snapped into about a million pieces.

He didn't remember. My best friend had made love to me, and he didn't even remember.

My chin quivers and I fight tears as I continue through the graveyard.

I've fought so hard not to say anything. I know it would destroy him if he knew he'd cheated on Lana. And now... with Lana out of his life and his father gone, it'd be that much worse. So I stay quiet, as much as it hurts me. I sacrifice myself for him, like I've done so many times before, and I suffer in his place.

I stop in my tracks when I spot him, kneeling in front of his father's grave. When his mother told me that she couldn't find him, I knew that he would be here. Gut instinct.

I walk over and kneel next to him, touching his shoulder. "Clark..." I whisper softly. "I knew I'd find you here."

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The Deepest Of Secrets, The Darkest Of Pain [07 Jun 2006|09:57pm]

reporter_chloe
[ mood | discontent ]

I sigh as I make my way through the dark cemetary. The night air is cold, and it's giving me a major case of the chills, which really isn't good because I've forgotten my coat.

I rub my arms, trying to make the goosebumps go away, and am suddenly reminded of a night not too unlike this... one that I should have forgotten, one that should maybe have never even happened in the first place.

I bite my bottom lip nervously, and it all comes flooding back to me.

It had been a cold December night, shortly before Christmas. I'd been minding my own business, working on my homework, when I'd suddenly gotten a phone call from Clark. That didn't exactly surprise me. "What do you want now?" I'd teased, seeing as how he always came to me when he needed something. His response is what did surprise me... and scare me. He was short of breath, and sounded as if he'd been crying. He told me that something was wrong, that he was sick, and needed my help. He'd tried to come to me, but... he'd collapsed. Of course, I spazzed, because, well... those kinds of things just don't happen to Clark. Unless Kryptonite is involved. Which I asked him about. He said he'd been digging in yard... or something stupid like that, I can't remember exactly... and he'd suddenly dug up what looked like a meteor rock... except that it was this weird blue color. I asked where he was, and the next thing I knew, I was attempting to haul his abnormally large self into my little car.

When I'd gotten him back to mine and Lana's dorm room, I was stunned to discover that he was running a fever. A very high one, at that. And he was sweating like a pig. As the next few hours passed, he seemed to get worse, and was kind of starting to imagine things, but begged me not to call his parents. For once, I was glad Lana was not around, and knew she probably wouldn't be for a few days, since she'd gone on a little mini-trip with her Aunt Nell. The Kryptonite wasn't anywhere around, and it was still making him sick, and I felt helpless. I had no idea what to do. But I figured it wouldn't kill him... I mean... it couldn't if it was nowhere near him, right? I just assumed that maybe with this form, it would take some time for the effects to wear off. I remember holding him as he fell asleep, trying to find some way to soothe him, and thinking, at least I had this. I could comfort him in some way, and that was comforting to me.

And hours later, I found myself stunned again. But for entirely different reasons. I awoke in the middle of the night, and immediately raised an eyebrow when I noticed that Clark had worked his way out of his shirt in his sleep. Some tiny little minuscule part of me was tempted to have a peep under the covers... and when I did, more shock. Extremely naked best friend. In my bed. I was freaking out a little, and freaked out a little more when I heard him mumbling my name in his sleep. Ooookay... why was he dreaming about me? I figured it'd be best to wake him up, mainly to see if he was feeling better, and when I did, he told me he was... and turned about fifteen shades of red when I told him he'd sleep-stripped. I recall telling him I'd give him some privacy for him to put his clothes back on, and started to roll out of the bed, but... he stopped me. And he thanked me for taking care of him. I told him that I figured I owed him for all the times he'd saved my life. And then, suddenly, his hand was on my face, and I... I couldn't help myself. The way he was looking at me, the way he'd spoken to me... I kissed him. And what more... he kissed me back. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, because he'd been so sick, and weak, but... I just couldn't stop myself. And then we... well, something we'd come so close to doing before, we actually did. Nice little surprise. It was everything I'd ever dreamed of, and more. But the next morning, when I woke up, he wasn't in the bed, and when he came back in the room from the dorm showers down the hall, he didn't remember anything. He remembered being sick, but that's all. My heart snapped into about a million pieces.

He didn't remember. My best friend had made love to me, and he didn't even remember.

My chin quivers and I fight tears as I continue through the graveyard.

I've fought so hard not to say anything. I know it would destroy him if he knew he'd cheated on Lana. And now... with Lana out of his life and his father gone, it'd be that much worse. So I stay quiet, as much as it hurts me. I sacrifice myself for him, like I've done so many times before, and I suffer in his place.

I stop in my tracks when I spot him, kneeling in front of his father's grave. When his mother told me that she couldn't find him, I knew that he would be here. Gut instinct.

I walk over and kneel next to him, touching his shoulder. "Clark..." I whisper softly. "I knew I'd find you here."

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