Title: Number Five
Characters: Chloe, Clark, The Kents, The Sullivans, Lana
Fandoms: Smallville/I Am Number Four
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: It'd started with the telekinesis, and considering that it was her
whom he'd used it to save, Chloe discovered the truth about her best friend. He was one of nine children sent to earth from the Planet Lorien to save them from its destruction. He was Number Five, and she has her own connections to Lorien.
A/N2: Takes place after
the movie. So spoilers
A/N2: AU Smallville. Clark is from Lorien, not Krypton.
A/N3: This is a chloe/clark friendship
There was silence in the Kent house later that night. Chloe had escaped the abandoned home her mother was squatting in while in Smallville, and had immediately called Clark, letting the worried teenager know that she was fine and needed to be picked up. A bruised yet fine Clark Kent had arrived in his father's truck, and after informing her that Max Hopkins had been knocked unconscious and taken to Belle Reeve by the police, Clark had remained silence as she told him all that'd happened to her after her disappearance. He continued silent once they reached his home and she told his parents about her mother and what she'd told her. Especially about the soon arrival of the Mogadorians, who must have found some way to track down Clark.
"We need to leave Smallville while we still have the chance." Jonathan stood, determination on his every feature. "If these things know that Clark is in Smallville then we need to go somewhere far away from here-buy him some more time."
Martha looked around her house, eyes filling with tears, but she nodded in complete agreement.
"We can't just can't run." Clark stood.
"What is the other option?" Jonathan frowned, turning on his son. "You're not strong enough, and I refuse to lose you!"
"Nothing else matters as long as you're alive and safe." Martha agreed wholeheartedly.
"This is our home!" Clark argued, looking from his father to his mother ad then back. "This has been your family land for decades!"
"And it'll still be around for decades to come." Jonathan placed his hand on Clark's shoulder. "Once this battle is over, we can come back, start over once more, together."
Clark looked up at his, face so conflicted and guilty.
It was obvious that he was blaming himself for what was happening.
For his family having to uproot and leave their home.
"The day we took you from your guardian's care, and promised to protect and raise you as our own, we knew this could be a possibility." Martha explained, smiling tenderly at her son. "And we happily accepted it, and you. For us this is no sacrifice."
Clark looked between his parents before hugging them tightly, voice hoarse. "I was so blessed to have you two as parents."
"No son." Jonathan Kent shook his head, hugging Clark and Martha tightly. "We're the blessed ones."
Chloe looked away, feeling choked and imposing.
She got up and slipped out through the back, hugging herself as she gazed up at the stars in the heavens.
This was a lot to process in one night.
Funny thing was that the Mogadorians were the least of her mental anguishes right now.
The top was her mother, and that worrisome certainty that she had concerning Chloe leaving Smallville.
Chloe wanted to leave.
But on her own terms.
She wanted to go to Metropolis, study at Met U, and then work at the Daily Planet, where her father had once told her as a child, that they published truth and promoted justice.
Until his time came Chloe had no problem helping Clark along the way, but this wasn't her fight.
No matter what her mother said.
And with Clark's second Legacy coming into play, enhanced speed, it was only time before any others he might have manifested, and he'd be closer to being prepared to join the others and defeat the Mogadorians.
Chloe wouldn't be needed.
If Moira could be trusted, Numbers Six and Four had a way of tracking Clark and would find him-even if he left with Martha and Jonathan.
This was the best thing for all of them.
With no Clark here to come after, the Mogadorians would never know of her and her future Matehood, and she'd be safe.
And really, poor Clark.
Just as soon as the girl of his dreams finally gets her eyes opened to him, he has to leave for only the heavens knew how long.
That was rough.
Chloe sympathized with him.
"You didn't need to leave, you know."
She jerked, surprised to see Clark by her side. "You scared me."
"Reading the stars?" He asked conversationally, hands in his pockets, looking up at the heavens as well. "What do they tell you?"
She sent him a sideways glance before returning her gaze upwards. "That you're destined for far greater things than just living on a farm. That you're a warrior. And that despite everything seeming like the end of the world, you're going to be okay." She smiled, hugging herself tighter. "That you're going to help save the Earth."
Clark was silent, looking up, before gulping, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke. "They only twinkle when I talk to them."
Chuckling, Chloe leaned her forehead against his arm. "That's because you don't listen hard enough."
They stood there in silence, looking up at the night sky, listening to the sound of Martha and Jonathan Kent preparing what they'd need to leave. Jonathan's voice was a low hum that could be heard but not understood, on the phone, talking to Farmer Henry next door, obviously asking him to keep an eye on the place while they were gone. Martha could be heard lugging around empty suitcases from the basement, trying to figure out what was needed and what could be left behind. They'd have to travel light, travel fast, and couldn't let sentimentality be a weight to slow them down and give their enemies the time needed to creep up behind them and thrust a knife through Clark's heart.
"I hate this." Clark whispered. "Lana finally noticed me tonight. After-after what happened with Max it was like she couldn't take her eyes off of me-she even kissed my cheek in thanks. And I find out that she's my Mate, the only person I'm ever going to love...and I have to leave her so that she's safe."
"Number Four had to do the same thing...according to my mother." Chloe reminded.
She'd told Clark and his parents about the Mates...and yet had failed to inform them about her mother's declaration that she herself had both Lorien blood in her veins, and a Garde as a Mate. She also had failed to tell them about her mother's warning that she needed to leave Smallville-that the woman had obviously wanted her to leave when Clark and his parents left-maybe even had wanted her to leave with them.
Chloe couldn't do that to her father.
She'd seen what her mother's abandoning him had done to him, and she'd never put him through something similar.
She'd prefer to die before hurting the wonderful man who'd always put her first.
"And you...you're like a sister for me." Clark frowned, still unable to look away from the skies. "You're my best friend, Chloe. You're my only friend."
"I'll be fine, and so will you." Chloe threaded her fingers through his and squeezed tightly. "Even if you and your parents leave, Numbers Four and Six will find you, and you'll be amongst others of your kind, who can train you better than I ever could."
"Don't knock your training." Clark glared down at her. "The control I know I learnt thanks to you."
She smiled up at him, teary-eyed.
"Don't cry." He looked away, clearing his throat and blinking rapidly, betraying the fact that he was close to them as well.
"I'm not crying." She whispered, hiding her face in his sleeve so he couldn't see the silent tears making their way down her cheek.
The door opened behind them, and then there was a pause, and it closed softly once more.
"So..." Chloe whispered into his now damp sleeve. "A new Legacy, huh? Speed. That's cool."
"Useful." Clark murmured.
"Wish I could have busted your nuts running after stuff."
He chuckled hoarsely. "You have no heart."
"You're just a crybaby." She countered, pulling away and sniffling, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "I was making a man out of you. Or trying, at least."
They both chuckled.
Clark finally turned to her and sighed, pulling his chain from around his neck. "I want you to have this."
She frowned, lifting her hand to halt his movement as he tried to place it around her neck. "No. That's your protective charm."
"If your mother can be trusted, Six and Four being together has nullified it, and we're all free game." Clark replied.
"Exactly. If she can be trusted! If!" Chloe pushed back on his hand. "She could be lying! She could be an agent for the Mogadorians! I will not-!"
Clark batted away her hands and lowered the chain down over her head, resting his mark, that of Number Five, against her chest. "You've given me so much, Chloe. Your time, your trust, and you've trained me as best as a teenaged human girl could train a male teenaged alien. You've been there to listen to me whine and complain, and after slapping me up the side of my head you've encouraged me and got me through everything. You've helped me on the path to becoming Number Five...so please...accept this without drama."
She wanted to give him drama, but she realized that this was his goodbye gift, and that they didn't know what might happen. They might never see each other again. They-they could die.
So instead of fighting it, Chloe closed her fist around the pendant on her chest and burst out into tears, throwing herself at her best friend and hugging him tightly.
Clark hugged her back, sniffling.
"I don't have anything to give you." She whispered against his chest.
He hugged her tighter. "You've already given me everything, Chlo."
And dammit, that just made her cry harder.
This night sucked.