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crack_van2009-08-21 09:02 am
Wounded Heart by BabyDee1 (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Chloe
Length: 50,000+
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babydee1
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Why this must be read: In Abyss, Clark has the Fortress take Chloe's memories of all things Kryptonian, including his secret. In Legion, she gets all of her memories back, but doesn't remember what Clark had done. This story wonders what would have happened if she did remember. I absolutely love the scene in which Chloe confronts Clark with what he did, and I can only wish that the writers of the show were this good. Chloe doesn't let Clark off the hook, and she says things to him that so many of us wished had been written for her. Beyond that, something about the first four chapters (not including the prologue) just blew me away. I can't say to much or it'll ruin the impact, just don't stop reading. You won't regret it.
The rest of the story is just as wonderful, and the author does get us to a believable happy ending. The journey isn't a short one though, and there is much angst and drama along the way. Most characters from the show make an appearance at one time or another, even some that we haven't seen for a while. I hope you'll stroll on over to enjoy the ride ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
babydee1 takes you on. It starts out very bumpy, but it does start to smooth out until all bumps are eventually gone.
November 2008
“Anything you wanna tell me, Clark?”
Clark looked at Chloe, her words echoing those spoken by Lex years ago. Lex had unearthed incriminating evidence against Lionel Luthor, his father, which implicated him in the murder of his own parents several years earlier. Not to be outdone, Lionel had orchestrated a series of events that resulted in controversial electric shock therapy being carried out on Lex against his will. Lex had survived, but his knowledge of his father’s crimes had been wiped from his memory – along with Lex’s knowledge of Clark’s secret. Clark had gone to see Lex at the mansion to surreptitiously see what, if anything, he remembered about Clark’s abilities. Unfortunately, Clark possessed the world’s worst poker face, and Lex had wondered what he had been hiding.
As he faced Chloe, her eyes inquiring, Clark was faced with a familiar decision: to tell the truth, or a lie. Chloe had recently been taken over by the Brain Interactive Construct, otherwise known as Brainiac, a Kryptonian supercomputer. It had taken a team of intergalactic time travellers with some pretty impressive abilities to collectively rid her of the Brainiac infection and preserve her life. Before this, Clark had made the decision to try and save Chloe himself by taking her to the rebuilt Fortress of Solitude and beseeching Jor-El, his biological father, to erase all Chloe’s memories of his Kryptonian heritage from her brain. Now that she was back to normal, all her knowledge of his abilities appeared intact, but he knew he’d be in serious trouble if she ever found out how he’d tinkered with her memories.
Now they were standing in the loft of Clark’s barn where not too long ago Chloe had pledged her hand to Jimmy Olsen, right before a huge monster had crashed the wedding and literally ripped Jimmy’s guts out before abducting the bride. With the help of the Legion, Clark had cleaned the place up and made all the necessary repairs. As he faced Chloe, he was fully aware that if she ever knew he’d messed with her mind, their friendship would be damaged almost irreparably. Still, a small voice in the back of his brain nagged him to be honest with her. This is your chance to confess, buddy, he told himself. Do the right thing.
Clark finally spoke. “I’m just glad that you’re okay,” he said hesitantly. “We were all worried about you.”
Coward, he heard the voice in his head jeer.
Chloe raised an eyebrow and regarded him coolly. “That’s it?”
Clark nodded. “That’s it.”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded slowly, a resolute expression on her face. Suddenly she smiled sweetly. “Could you excuse me for a second?”
Chloe turned on her heel and strode purposefully towards the chest of drawers in the corner of the loft. Clark watched as she riffled through the top drawer and carefully removed an object which she cradled in her palm. Fascinated, he watched as she turned around and walked toward him, that serene smile still on her face.
And before he could blink, she pulled her arm back, swung it in an arc and whacked him across his face with all the might her tiny five-foot-three frame could muster.
To Clark’s utter surprise and shock, his head reeled and stars flashed behind his closed eyelids as his head reverberated in pain. He staggered and fell backward, convinced his jaw had become unhinged. Unused to the unpleasant sensation of pain, he howled, raising his hand to cradle the side of his smarting face.
“Dammit, Chloe!” he roared, blinking at where she stood glaring at him wringing her arm to try and shake off the pain of the impact. “What the hell did you do that for?”
She scowled at him coldly. “I believe that’s my line,” she growled, still rubbing her wrist.
“Could you quit being cryptic for a second?” he complained as he gingerly prodded his throbbing jaw. “It may have escaped your notice, but I’m in pain here.”
“Only half as much pain as you should be in,” she retorted. “I originally planned on kicking you in the short and curlies, so thank your lucky stars my better nature prevailed.”
By now, a familiar sting of nausea had started to wash through his limbs in addition to the ache in his abused jaw. “Chloe,” he pleaded, “Could you put the GreenK away now…please?”
Chloe regarded him stonily for a second, and then turned back toward the dresser and replaced the glowing meteor rock back in its lead-lined box and snapped the lid shut. Relief flooded through Clark as the nausea subsided and the sting in his jaw eased. He slowly rose to his feet.
“Thank you. Now can you please tell me what this is about?”
Chloe glared at him, a steely expression in her hazel eyes that scared the bejeezus out of him. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear Brainiac was still in there.
She shook her head slightly, as if in disbelief. “How could you?” she asked hoarsely.
Clark, free of the pain, started to get annoyed. “I’m not a mind-reader, Chloe!” he yelled. “How could I what?”
Some of her fury dimmed, and he noticed a flash of hurt in here eyes. “How could you erase my knowledge of your secret?” she said in a low voice.
His eyes widened as realisation dawned. “Oh, shit…” he murmured.
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I wish there were fics where Clark didn't let other characters off the hook though. Being the one everyone blames for everything and not being able to counteract must be really frustrating.
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