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Truth by Butifulyletdown (PG-13)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Chloe/Clark
Length: one-shot
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butifulyletdown
Author Website: http://butifulyletdown.livejournal.com/12756.html
Why this must be read:butifulyletdown writes wonderfully lyrical prose and deeply reflective works that let one get into the thoughts of both Chloe and Clark. It's a nice change of pace from the show, which often leaves one guessing to motives. This fic is about rebuilding a life after such destruction has been wrought upon it and how it can be done with one's best friend or maybe something more at your side.
He finds her in the living room, sitting on the sofa silently staring at the blank TV screen. Her hair has grown past her shoulders in the weeks following her exorcism. She likes to refer to it as her exorcism, when she feigns her amusement. In truth, it wasn’t an exorcism. In truth, it was a total brainwash. But she likes to pretend she was possessed; likes to pretend she wasn’t in control of her actions. At least to everyone that's in on the secret, but doesn’t know the full of extent of the incident. She likes to pretend... and he allows it.
She knows it wasn’t her fault. She knows that she’s the victim. She should know... yet she can’t help but feel responsible. Chloe has always been a seeker of the truth; always sought for the answers. And even in the chaos that is now her life - to hide and bury the truth from herself is unfathomable. It always comes back to the truth, to what she knows.
This is what she ponders on as she stares listlessly at the blank screen. This is what she’s been thinking about every time Clark’s found her. When she's sitting at the kitchen counter boring holes into her hands. Or laying in bed blinking in the dark at the ceiling. Even laying in the grass of the Kent farm with Shelby watching the clouds idly drift by. This is what she thinks about... what she tries to remember. The truth.
The truth, as painful as it is to face, is that it was her. Clark tries to deny it, argues against it, but this is what Chloe knows. Though her actions were influenced and her choices were impaired. It was still her. Still Chloe. Even though her will was being eaten away and her mind was being altered to fit Brainiac’s objective... it was still her. Little playing pieces moved around in her mind to fit logic, to make sense as if her mind was a board game, until finally it was match and set. And in the end Brainiac had the check mate.
Even now, it is she who has to deal with the fall out. It’s still Chloe who has to pick up the pieces of a life that took only 6 months to be destroyed.
Truth
Pairing: Chloe/Clark
Length: one-shot
Author on LJ:
butifulyletdownAuthor Website: http://butifulyletdown.livejournal.com/12756.html
Why this must be read:
butifulyletdown writes wonderfully lyrical prose and deeply reflective works that let one get into the thoughts of both Chloe and Clark. It's a nice change of pace from the show, which often leaves one guessing to motives. This fic is about rebuilding a life after such destruction has been wrought upon it and how it can be done with one's best friend or maybe something more at your side.He finds her in the living room, sitting on the sofa silently staring at the blank TV screen. Her hair has grown past her shoulders in the weeks following her exorcism. She likes to refer to it as her exorcism, when she feigns her amusement. In truth, it wasn’t an exorcism. In truth, it was a total brainwash. But she likes to pretend she was possessed; likes to pretend she wasn’t in control of her actions. At least to everyone that's in on the secret, but doesn’t know the full of extent of the incident. She likes to pretend... and he allows it.
She knows it wasn’t her fault. She knows that she’s the victim. She should know... yet she can’t help but feel responsible. Chloe has always been a seeker of the truth; always sought for the answers. And even in the chaos that is now her life - to hide and bury the truth from herself is unfathomable. It always comes back to the truth, to what she knows.
This is what she ponders on as she stares listlessly at the blank screen. This is what she’s been thinking about every time Clark’s found her. When she's sitting at the kitchen counter boring holes into her hands. Or laying in bed blinking in the dark at the ceiling. Even laying in the grass of the Kent farm with Shelby watching the clouds idly drift by. This is what she thinks about... what she tries to remember. The truth.
The truth, as painful as it is to face, is that it was her. Clark tries to deny it, argues against it, but this is what Chloe knows. Though her actions were influenced and her choices were impaired. It was still her. Still Chloe. Even though her will was being eaten away and her mind was being altered to fit Brainiac’s objective... it was still her. Little playing pieces moved around in her mind to fit logic, to make sense as if her mind was a board game, until finally it was match and set. And in the end Brainiac had the check mate.
Even now, it is she who has to deal with the fall out. It’s still Chloe who has to pick up the pieces of a life that took only 6 months to be destroyed.
Truth