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December 18, 2007:

Chloe wasn't a hundred percent certain, but she was almost positive that when she found Lois, she was going to strangle the crap out of her.

She loved her cousin, she really did. But when Lois did stupid things like go off to investigate a LutherCorp plant on her own without any kind of backup, Chloe almost always felt the temporary need for a violent reaction. Of course, it never took long for her anger to turn into worry. The fact that Lois had stopped answering her cell phone made the worry come a lot faster this time around. The fact that Chloe hadn't gone with her when it was clear that Lois was going to investigate the facility where her friend had died mixed that worry with a big helping of guilt. And the fact that by the time Chloe found Lois, she was dead in one of the basement hallways just made her heart stop.

After that, everything was kind of a blur. Chloe knelt down next to Lois, pulling her shirt up to see what was causing all her bleeding, and found a long, deep knife wound. She tried to apply pressure to make the bleeding stop. She checked for Lois' pulse. She shook her and yelled at her and tried to get her to wake up, but nothing worked. Chloe's breath hitched as she started crying, and she was only dimly aware when one of her tears hit Lois' forehead. But she didn't miss the bright overdone, highly CGIed light of doom that came from where the tear had fallen, expanding until it covered them both, and Chloe didn't know how, but she could have sworn that she saw Lois start to breathe again before everything went black.


December 19, 2007:

Chloe was terrified of dark, enclosed spaces. Being buried alive once upon a time had a way of doing that to a person. So, when she woke up, delirious, alone, and in the dark, she did the first thing that came to mind - she started screaming for help. This was exactly the kind of situation in which her big dumb alien always came to the rescue, and deep down, she trusted him not to let her down now. Sure enough, somewhere in the middle of her kicking and yelling, she heard a slamming noise, and finally felt a rush of fresh air as Clark yanked her out into the open.

"Oh god, thank you," Chloe said, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "What the hell happened?" She pulled back just enough to look around at her surroundings. "Am I in a morgue?"

Clark looked nervous, and reached for Chloe again. "Come on, let's get you out of here."

"Clark! Why am I--" Chloe cut herself off when she looked down and realized that a) she was wearing nothing but a sheet, and b) the sheet was rapidly slipping down. She yanked it up with quite a bit of force before looking back at Clark. "Why am I in a morgue?"

"Chloe, I don't really know exactly what happened. But you're alive now, and that's what matters."

"No, what matters is that I was put into a morgue!" Chloe replied. "I died?"

"Yeah, you did," Clark said, sighing. "Like I said, I don't know what happened. You were already out when I found you and Lois."

Chloe's eyes widened as she remembered what happened. "Oh my god, Lois."

"She's fine," Clark assured her. "But then, I guess you'd know that better than anyone."

"Turn around," Chloe said, waiting for Clark to do so before hopping off of the table and wrapping the sheet around herself. She was still trying to process exactly what might have happened when Clark spoke up again.

"She showed me her stab wound. The one that didn't leave a mark on her. Do you have any idea how that happened?"

"Yeah, I think I do," Chloe said, coming up beside him. "I think I did it." She was expecting concern, but instead, she found Clark smiling.

"Did you heal her? Is that..." He leaned in and dropped his voice a little. "Do you think that's your meteor power?"

"Maybe?" Chloe told him about the tears, and the light, and everything she could remember, until he was staring at her.

"Wow. That's awesome," he said, still grinning.

Chloe glared at him. "Clark, I cried on Lois, and it brought her back from the dead and killed me. In what universe is that awesome?"

Clark frowned and started to stammer. "I just meant--in the general sense of--because of what you did and--"

"Yeah, okay, you'll have plenty of time to refine your statement after you get me back to my apartment."

"Whoa, wait a second," Clark said. "Chloe, you just woke up from being dead. Don't you think you should at least have your blood pressure checked or something?"

"And let the doctors figure out what happened and turn me into a lab rat? Not a chance." Chloe looked around for anything that had her name on it, and discovered a clipboard on a nearby table, with her death certificate. Moving past the sick feeling in her stomach, Chloe ripped the sheet away from the rest and crumpled it in her hand. "I need the Clark Express to get me the hell out of here, now."

To his credit, Clark had been friends with Chloe long enough that he seemed to know when to not argue with her. Instead of protesting again, he wrapped the sheet tighter around her, and picked her up, running out of the hospital to take her home.


[Some dialogue was borrowed from Smallville, and timelines have been played with in order to deal with the fact that this took me so long to finish. *facepalm* Contains spoilers for the current season of Smallville, not that anyone else watches 'cause y'all are smart...ahem. OOC comments are like pie. *g*]
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