Post-episode fic
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chloesullivan(OOC: Because she demanded it, again. I'm pretty sure this will continue to happen until the season finale. Post-episode fic, not linking to anyone in particular, just allowing Chloe to be angsty. This turned out a lot longer and a lot more babbly than I expected.)
He had killed again. It'd been weeks since he had asked her to help him and she had managed to calm him down every single time since. Except tonight.
The first time she had seen him close to becoming the monster was just a couple of days after he showed up; Clark had been over, insisting Chloe came to the farm for dinner, or at least let him buy her a cup of coffee. She hated lying to him, she especially hated looking him in the eye and lying to him, so she told him half truths, told him she hadn't been sleeping, that her body was starting to protest and that she would get some rest and then go over to the farm. That much was true.
What wasn't true was the part where she told him she had been doing Watchtower work, "keeping myself busy, not dealing with everything that's been going on, it's what I do best." She had even managed to fake a smile for his sake. But the truth was, she couldn't sleep because every time she laid in bed, all she could think of was Davis; Davis breaking out of the basement, Davis killing everyone who got in his way, Davis making his way to the farm, Davis getting to a sleeping Clark, Davis murdering Clark violently and her being too late to do anything about it. She tried to keep herself awake.
Davis had told her it was harder to control himself around Clark, especially when Clark was around her. So that night, she had walked Clark to the door, made sure he was outside and locked the Talon's main doors firmly behind him. Not that that would stop Clark, or Davis, but that was the excuse she had given Clark for coming down the stairs. And then, as soon as Clark was gone, she rushed to the basement.
That was when she saw him, his eyes were glowing bright red, he was shaking, fists and jaw clenched tightly as he breathed loudly, staring up at the door from the middle of the stairs. Thank God he had managed to stop himself from taking those last few steps. Chloe was scared but Clark was already safe and now she could help Davis.
"It's okay, he's gone." Her voice was shaky when she said the words and walked down until her eyes were in the same level as his. She touched his face and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was Davis, not the monster anymore. It worked. That was also the first time she noticed how scared Davis was. How frustrated he was with not being able to control himself. How much he hated himself for still being alive and endangering everyone. He held on to her so tightly, she could barely breathe. She held him back, trying to comfort him as well as she could.
That was when she decided she was doing this to protect Clark, but she would also do anything she could to comfort Davis. That was also when she kissed him.
--
They had been talking a lot about how to prevent this from happening, Chloe had been working from home as much as she could and whenever she had to go to Isis for whatever reason, she called Davis every 15 minutes to check in.
And then there was the day he called her.
Chloe had to go to Metropolis for the day, Lois needed help with something and had been complaining Chloe had abandoned her. She had to keep up pretenses so Chloe endured a day of girl time; shopping, eating, chasing stories and pretending nothing was wrong. When she was driving back to Smallville, she got his call. Clark, again, had stopped by to drop some documents for Chloe to look into when she got back, some things he needed help with. She froze when she heard Davis' voice. Much deeper, harsher than normal. She knew Davis was barely holding on, keeping the monster from taking control and going after Clark. She talked to him all the way back, he had calmed down once Clark left, but she still found him shaking and at the very top of the stairs when she got home.
She was so relieved, so proud of him for being strong, for controlling himself, for doing the right thing. She felt like she could trust him and that maybe, if they kept doing things this way, it would be okay. She would always be there for him when he needed her and no one else would be hurt.
That was when he got out of the basement and came up to her apartment with her.
--
Tonight though, things had changed. He had killed again. She couldn't blame him, she had never considered the possibility before, she hadn't though about his reaction if she was in danger and she knew there was no way it could have been any different.
She was scared again, all hope for making this work vanished as she took out the trash bags with completely unrecognizable remains of Davis' latest victim. She had allowed herself to believe that things would be okay, that they could make it work. Truth was, as long as she and Davis were around people, he could kill. As long as her life could be in danger, he could kill. As long as they were anywhere near Clark, he could kill.
And that was why she had forced herself to lie to Clark, to push him away even more. To tell him she needed space. As much as it hurt, as much as she was screaming inside, as much as she wanted nothing more than to tell him everything and let him comfort her before she broke down completely, she could never be that selfish. She had agreed to help Davis control himself, to keep Clark safe and that was exactly what she was going to do. But for that to happen, things had to change, they couldn't stay here, they couldn't risk Clark's safety like this anymore.
Once she calmed herself down and washed her face, Chloe picked up the food and headed towards the basement. Davis was waiting for her, not shaking this time, the killing earlier had made it easier for him to control himself while Clark was around. He had already apologized so many times, and she had done her best to reassure him.
She watched as he carried the hot tray downstairs; he had cleaned things up, not wanting her to see any of it. Chloe watched as he placed the food on the small table they had eaten dinner all the nights before he started coming to her apartment for the night. She followed him and sat down across from him, shaking her head when he offered to serve her. Food was the last thing she wanted right now.
"I think we need a new plan." She said quietly.
He had killed again. It'd been weeks since he had asked her to help him and she had managed to calm him down every single time since. Except tonight.
The first time she had seen him close to becoming the monster was just a couple of days after he showed up; Clark had been over, insisting Chloe came to the farm for dinner, or at least let him buy her a cup of coffee. She hated lying to him, she especially hated looking him in the eye and lying to him, so she told him half truths, told him she hadn't been sleeping, that her body was starting to protest and that she would get some rest and then go over to the farm. That much was true.
What wasn't true was the part where she told him she had been doing Watchtower work, "keeping myself busy, not dealing with everything that's been going on, it's what I do best." She had even managed to fake a smile for his sake. But the truth was, she couldn't sleep because every time she laid in bed, all she could think of was Davis; Davis breaking out of the basement, Davis killing everyone who got in his way, Davis making his way to the farm, Davis getting to a sleeping Clark, Davis murdering Clark violently and her being too late to do anything about it. She tried to keep herself awake.
Davis had told her it was harder to control himself around Clark, especially when Clark was around her. So that night, she had walked Clark to the door, made sure he was outside and locked the Talon's main doors firmly behind him. Not that that would stop Clark, or Davis, but that was the excuse she had given Clark for coming down the stairs. And then, as soon as Clark was gone, she rushed to the basement.
That was when she saw him, his eyes were glowing bright red, he was shaking, fists and jaw clenched tightly as he breathed loudly, staring up at the door from the middle of the stairs. Thank God he had managed to stop himself from taking those last few steps. Chloe was scared but Clark was already safe and now she could help Davis.
"It's okay, he's gone." Her voice was shaky when she said the words and walked down until her eyes were in the same level as his. She touched his face and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was Davis, not the monster anymore. It worked. That was also the first time she noticed how scared Davis was. How frustrated he was with not being able to control himself. How much he hated himself for still being alive and endangering everyone. He held on to her so tightly, she could barely breathe. She held him back, trying to comfort him as well as she could.
That was when she decided she was doing this to protect Clark, but she would also do anything she could to comfort Davis. That was also when she kissed him.
--
They had been talking a lot about how to prevent this from happening, Chloe had been working from home as much as she could and whenever she had to go to Isis for whatever reason, she called Davis every 15 minutes to check in.
And then there was the day he called her.
Chloe had to go to Metropolis for the day, Lois needed help with something and had been complaining Chloe had abandoned her. She had to keep up pretenses so Chloe endured a day of girl time; shopping, eating, chasing stories and pretending nothing was wrong. When she was driving back to Smallville, she got his call. Clark, again, had stopped by to drop some documents for Chloe to look into when she got back, some things he needed help with. She froze when she heard Davis' voice. Much deeper, harsher than normal. She knew Davis was barely holding on, keeping the monster from taking control and going after Clark. She talked to him all the way back, he had calmed down once Clark left, but she still found him shaking and at the very top of the stairs when she got home.
She was so relieved, so proud of him for being strong, for controlling himself, for doing the right thing. She felt like she could trust him and that maybe, if they kept doing things this way, it would be okay. She would always be there for him when he needed her and no one else would be hurt.
That was when he got out of the basement and came up to her apartment with her.
--
Tonight though, things had changed. He had killed again. She couldn't blame him, she had never considered the possibility before, she hadn't though about his reaction if she was in danger and she knew there was no way it could have been any different.
She was scared again, all hope for making this work vanished as she took out the trash bags with completely unrecognizable remains of Davis' latest victim. She had allowed herself to believe that things would be okay, that they could make it work. Truth was, as long as she and Davis were around people, he could kill. As long as her life could be in danger, he could kill. As long as they were anywhere near Clark, he could kill.
And that was why she had forced herself to lie to Clark, to push him away even more. To tell him she needed space. As much as it hurt, as much as she was screaming inside, as much as she wanted nothing more than to tell him everything and let him comfort her before she broke down completely, she could never be that selfish. She had agreed to help Davis control himself, to keep Clark safe and that was exactly what she was going to do. But for that to happen, things had to change, they couldn't stay here, they couldn't risk Clark's safety like this anymore.
Once she calmed herself down and washed her face, Chloe picked up the food and headed towards the basement. Davis was waiting for her, not shaking this time, the killing earlier had made it easier for him to control himself while Clark was around. He had already apologized so many times, and she had done her best to reassure him.
She watched as he carried the hot tray downstairs; he had cleaned things up, not wanting her to see any of it. Chloe watched as he placed the food on the small table they had eaten dinner all the nights before he started coming to her apartment for the night. She followed him and sat down across from him, shaking her head when he offered to serve her. Food was the last thing she wanted right now.
"I think we need a new plan." She said quietly.
