An Exceptional Young Woman--Part 12/23
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bluesuedeshoesTitle: An Exceptional Young Woman
Category: Smallville
Rating: Teen/PG13
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Warnings: AU, barely detectable OOC
Summary: Chloe gets thrown out of Smallville High, landing her in boarding school, or more specifically, the sister school to Excelsior Academy. What will she think when she meets the young Oliver Queen?
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Chapter dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gabrielladusult: hope your day wasn't too awful!
--12--
When Chloe woke the next morning, it took a moment to orient herself to where she was. When she finally remembered, the smile on her face was a mile wide.
She spent the morning fussing over her dad until he had to go to work. Truth be told, Chloe and her dad had never been that close. She was independent to the core, and he was a middle-aged man who had no idea how to relate to a teenage girl. The fact of the matter remained, however, that she loved him, and yesterday's events had made her appreciate him that much more. Not to mention she'd missed him.
After he left for work, Chloe returned Claire's calls and assured her that everything was okay, and that she would be back at school within the next couple of days." After that she spent a few hours just relishing being in her own home again...which quickly got dull. When had she gotten so used to St. Joan's and the ever-present Claire and Diana?
Either way, her boredom eventually led her led her over to the Kent Farm, where she knew Mr. Kent would be working in the barn, probably working on a broken tractor or that old motorcycle of his if he was taking a break. Mrs. Kent would be in the kitchen, probably baking something incredible that she was bound to offer Chloe a taste of.
The Kents almost felt closer to Chloe as family than her own father, if she were honest. She knew she was always welcome there, and she knew they loved her as one of their own. Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, Chloe was aware of a slight pang of hurt. After overhearing their conversation the other day, it had become evident that Clark was hiding something, and something big. She had been Clark's best friend for years, and it hurt that whatever it was was something he felt he couldn't tell her about.
She shoved the thought from her mind as she knocked on the door frame and called through the screen door, "Mrs. Kent?"
The woman in question appeared within moments, folding an apron in her hands, and smiled happily when she saw Chloe. "Chloe," she beamed. "Good to see you. Can I do something for you?"
Chloe shrugged. "My Dad's at work and Clark and the others are at school, so I came to see if you would keep me company." She smiled hopefully.
"Of course," she said genuinely, ushering Chloe toward the kitchen. "I'm about to put a pie together. Why don't you help me peel the apples?"
With the promise of a slice when it came out of the oven? Yeah she would.
Minutes later the two women were huddled together, peelers going steadily away at the gold-tinted, reddish apples that had that appealing suggestion of having just been plucked from the tree.
"So how is school?" Martha was asking.
"It's...intense. I thought algebra was bad at Smallville high, but it's nothing to the class I'm in at St. Joan's. I don't know how Clark does it," she shook her head.
"He's certainly something else," Martha said in that tone that only mother's get when they speak of their children. "He told me you're in some sort of school play?"
Chloe nodded. "Yeah, I'm required to take a fine art, and I got landed in drama class. Next thing I know my friend Claire's roped me into auditioning for The Tempest."
"Oh, I love that play," Martha sighed wistfully. "I really enjoyed studying Shakespeare when I was at school."
"Really? I didn't know that?"
"Oh, yes, I loved classic literature, and Shakespeare is so thrilling. Even while speaking in rhymes his characters are so...real. You know?"
Chloe nodded. "I'm starting to." She thought involuntarily of running lines with Oliver the other day and the way he'd held her so steadily. She was quite certain it was the only time he'd ever interacted with her without trying to make a move on her, and that moment had successfully made him more attractive to her than anything else he'd done.
....Not, of course, that she was attracted to Oliver Queen.
Martha studied Chloe's facial expressions with a raised eyebrow. "So which part are you playing?"
"Miranda."
She looked impressed. "Congratulations, Chloe. Who knew you were such a talented actress?"
Chloe shrugged dismissively. "Oliver says I'm just a really good liar."
"Oh? And who is this Oliver to make such an accusation?"
Chloe took an especially violent swipe at the apple in her hands--a fact which did not escape Martha's attention--"He's this...guy."
Martha chuckled. "Ah. One of those."
"Yeah," Chloe said, narrowly missing her thumb with her next swipe. "He's really arrogant and annoying and he drives me crazy."
"That's the best kind."
"And he's playing Ferdinand, so there's no escaping him!" Chloe said frustratedly, not hearing Martha.
"How terrible."
"It is! He's just awful and he's really good at everything and it's so annoying!"
"I see. What does he think of you?"
Chloe scoffed, having entirely forgotten her apple now. "Who knows? He claims he likes me. He flirts with me like he isn't capable of behaving like a normal person, but I have my suspicions that it's just because I won't go out with him and that for some reason fascinates him. It's ridiculous."
Martha suppressed a smile. "So go out with him."
"What?" Chloe looked around at Martha wildly, wondering if she'd lost her mind.
"Well, if your theory is right, it will mean that as soon as you say yes he'll lose interest."
"But if I'm wrong it means that he'll never leave me alone!" Chloe countered.
"But if you're wrong do you want him to leave you alone?"
"Yes," she said automatically, but that nagging voice in the back of her mind that had grown louder and louder as of late begged to differ. Did she want him to leave her alone? Wouldn't life be awfully dull with his constant attempts to win her affections?
Martha raised her eyebrows and returned to peeling her apple. "I see. Well," she glanced at the apples, "that should do it. I'm going to start rolling out the dough."
She pulled a lump of dough covered in plastic wrap and set in on the counter while Chloe took a seat on one of the bar stools to watch.
"So why don't you like him?"
"Like I said, he's really arrogant."
Martha shrugged. "So was Jonathan when he was young. You know, a lot of times there's a lot more to the cocky ones than you realize. What else don't you like about him?"
Chloe's impulse was to say that he was a bully, but she bit it back. If she were truly being honest, ever since his...apology...Oliver had clearly laid off on Lex and Duncan. He still wasn't the nicest person to them that he could be, but even she had said he didn't have to be their best friends...just leave them alone. And he was more or less doing that, as far as she could tell. She made a face. "He just comes on so strong. It gets old after like five seconds."
"Maybe he's just trying to impress you. I'll bet if he thought it were working he'd tone it down," she added with a sly smile.
"Not this guy," Chloe shook her head adamantly. "You have to know him."
"Maybe," Martha said.
"He's just so...ugh!" Chloe fought to find a word to describe Oliver. "I mean, he's really shallow. Actually, he's not. He just acts like it, and that might be worse."
"What makes you say he's not?"
"He...he has moments where he's really genuine, and it always throws me for a loop because it's like 'where the heck did that come from?' you know? I mean, he's clearly capable of being sincere and decent, but he chooses not to be."
"Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he's gotten so used to being a certain way around his friends that it's habit now, and he finds it hard to turn it off when he's around you."
Chloe made a noncommittal noise, not really believing her.
"Maybe you should give him a chance. He might surprise you."
Chloe pursed her lips. "Or he might prove me right."
"Either way you'd know for sure," she said, finishing mixing together the pie's filling. She checked the clock. "Have you had lunch? It's a little late, but I'm starving."
"I thought you'd never ask," Chloe groaned happily, flopping on the counter gratefully. "I forgot how bad my dad is about stocking the fridge."
Martha grinned and poured the filling in the pie. "Here, you fix the top crust and I'll put together some sandwiches from last night's roast. Jonathan will probably be in any moment for lunch himself."
Chloe obligingly hopped off the stool and pulled the pie to her, pinching shut the crust slowly while Martha put together three sandwiches.
Suddenly Clark appeared in the doorway. His attention was focused outside as he walked through the door. "Dad still working on the tractor? I'll have to take a look for him. I just ran home for lunch. I forgot mine," he finished, looking at his mother.
Martha looked wide-eyed in Chloe's direction.
Chloe was frowning, looking at the clock and mentally calculating the distance between the Kent Farm and Smallville High.
"Chloe!" Clark stammered in surprise.
"You ran home?" she asked incredulously. "Isn't that a couple of miles?"
Clark opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "I--meant I grabbed I ride. My next class was canceled, so I had some extra time."
Chloe stared at him and his thinly veiled excuse. "Uh huh."
"So...what are you doing here?" he changed the subject quickly.
"Your mom and I were baking a pie."
"Sweet," Clark said, glancing at the concoction that Martha was just now putting in the oven.
"And," Martha continued, "we were talking about this Oliver boy Chloe is friends with at school."
Clark raised a confused eyebrow. "I thought you hated him. You're always complaining about him."
At this Martha looked undeniably amused about something.
"I am...and I do hate him," Chloe said grumpily.
"And that's how it starts," Martha chuckled.
Clark looked at her warily. "You're kidding, right?"
Martha shrugged and went back to putting together sandwiches. She handed Clark the lunch he had forgotten that morning. "You should get going back to school if you want to make it in time," she said pointedly, though Chloe suspected the statement was specifically for her benefit.
"Right. Yeah," Clark agreed immediately. He glanced at Chloe. "Good to see you, Chlo. I'll see you later."
Chloe waved amusedly. "Bye, Clark."
When he was gone, Chloe and Martha enjoyed their lunch of cold roast sandwiches, joined shortly by a grease-covered Jonathan Kent.
"Chloe," he greeted her genially. "What a pleasant surprise. How are you this afternoon?" he asked, heading over to the sink to wash his hands. Martha walked up to him and pecked him on the lips.
"Pretty good," Chloe said pleasantly. "It's nice to be back in Smallville. St. Joan's has its moments, but there's just something about being home."
"I can understand that," he said, shrugging out of his jacket.
"So does Clark stop by for lunch often?" Chloe asked. Jonathan gave Martha a questioning look.
"Clark came home because he forgot his lunch," she explained thinly.
"Ah," Jonathan said, cottoning on. "No...not often. I would think he doesn't normally have time."
"Hmm."
The Kents exchanged a significant look that Chloe pretended not to notice. She wondered how many years she'd gone without noticing how obvious it was that the Kent's had a secret. Maybe it had just taken being separated from it for a while to remove her so she was more alert.
"Well, anyway," Jonathan said, sitting down to take a bite of the sandwich waiting for him, "how is school going? Doing all right in your classes?"
"Pretty well."
"Chloe's got the lead in the school play," Martha said with a hint of pride on Chloe's behalf.
"Does she?" Jonathan looked impressed. "Conrgratulations. That's fantastic. Is it going well?"
"As well as can be expected," Chloe said grimly.
"She doesn't much care for her leading man," Martha explained, an amused expression on her face.
Her husband raised his brow. "Oh?"
"He's really arrogant and self-absorbed," Chloe said, taking a particularly vigorous bite of her sandwich.
Jonathan chuckled. "Didn't you say that to one of your girlfriends about me after we first met?"
Martha nodded, smiling. "Mmhmm, and she told you and then said that you took it as a good sign that you were getting under my skin."
Chloe stared at them in horror. "I do not--"
"No one said you did, sweetheart," Martha assured her calmly before putting her empty plate in the dishwasher.
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Later in the afternoon, Chloe had come out to the barn with Mr. Kent to talk to him while he finished working on the tractor. They talked football mostly, Jonathan about the Smallville team, and Chloe about Excelcior's. Occasionally Jonathan referred to his days as a football player.
When he finally fixed it, he had the blasted machine halfway out of the barn before it got stuck in the mud. Chloe was busy behind it, pushing and shoving alongside Jonathan, getting herself covered in mud as she did so when she heard Clark's voice, "Here, dad, I got that," and all of a sudden the entire machine lifted off the ground several feet in the air and moved over several more feet. Chloe looked around to the opposite side of the tractor just in time to see Clark setting it down.
He looked up in time to see her, clearly not having realized she was on the other side of the tractor. Jonathan had his face buried in his hands. Clark was gaping in horror, and Chloe was wide-eyed.
"Holy Sh--"
Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three; Chapter Four; Chapter Five; Chapter Six; Chapter Seven; Chapter Eight; Chapter Nine; Chapter Ten; Chapter Eleven; Chapter Twelve ; Chapter Thirteen; Chapter Fourteen; Chapter Fifteen; Chapter Sixteen; Chapter Seventeen; Chapter Eighteen; Chapter Nineteen; Chapter Twenty; Chapter Twenty-One; Chapter Twenty-Two; Chapter Twenty-Three; Epilogue
Category: Smallville
Rating: Teen/PG13
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Warnings: AU, barely detectable OOC
Summary: Chloe gets thrown out of Smallville High, landing her in boarding school, or more specifically, the sister school to Excelsior Academy. What will she think when she meets the young Oliver Queen?
banner by sarcastic_fina
Chapter dedicated to
gabrielladusult: hope your day wasn't too awful!--12--
When Chloe woke the next morning, it took a moment to orient herself to where she was. When she finally remembered, the smile on her face was a mile wide.
She spent the morning fussing over her dad until he had to go to work. Truth be told, Chloe and her dad had never been that close. She was independent to the core, and he was a middle-aged man who had no idea how to relate to a teenage girl. The fact of the matter remained, however, that she loved him, and yesterday's events had made her appreciate him that much more. Not to mention she'd missed him.
After he left for work, Chloe returned Claire's calls and assured her that everything was okay, and that she would be back at school within the next couple of days." After that she spent a few hours just relishing being in her own home again...which quickly got dull. When had she gotten so used to St. Joan's and the ever-present Claire and Diana?
Either way, her boredom eventually led her led her over to the Kent Farm, where she knew Mr. Kent would be working in the barn, probably working on a broken tractor or that old motorcycle of his if he was taking a break. Mrs. Kent would be in the kitchen, probably baking something incredible that she was bound to offer Chloe a taste of.
The Kents almost felt closer to Chloe as family than her own father, if she were honest. She knew she was always welcome there, and she knew they loved her as one of their own. Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, Chloe was aware of a slight pang of hurt. After overhearing their conversation the other day, it had become evident that Clark was hiding something, and something big. She had been Clark's best friend for years, and it hurt that whatever it was was something he felt he couldn't tell her about.
She shoved the thought from her mind as she knocked on the door frame and called through the screen door, "Mrs. Kent?"
The woman in question appeared within moments, folding an apron in her hands, and smiled happily when she saw Chloe. "Chloe," she beamed. "Good to see you. Can I do something for you?"
Chloe shrugged. "My Dad's at work and Clark and the others are at school, so I came to see if you would keep me company." She smiled hopefully.
"Of course," she said genuinely, ushering Chloe toward the kitchen. "I'm about to put a pie together. Why don't you help me peel the apples?"
With the promise of a slice when it came out of the oven? Yeah she would.
Minutes later the two women were huddled together, peelers going steadily away at the gold-tinted, reddish apples that had that appealing suggestion of having just been plucked from the tree.
"So how is school?" Martha was asking.
"It's...intense. I thought algebra was bad at Smallville high, but it's nothing to the class I'm in at St. Joan's. I don't know how Clark does it," she shook her head.
"He's certainly something else," Martha said in that tone that only mother's get when they speak of their children. "He told me you're in some sort of school play?"
Chloe nodded. "Yeah, I'm required to take a fine art, and I got landed in drama class. Next thing I know my friend Claire's roped me into auditioning for The Tempest."
"Oh, I love that play," Martha sighed wistfully. "I really enjoyed studying Shakespeare when I was at school."
"Really? I didn't know that?"
"Oh, yes, I loved classic literature, and Shakespeare is so thrilling. Even while speaking in rhymes his characters are so...real. You know?"
Chloe nodded. "I'm starting to." She thought involuntarily of running lines with Oliver the other day and the way he'd held her so steadily. She was quite certain it was the only time he'd ever interacted with her without trying to make a move on her, and that moment had successfully made him more attractive to her than anything else he'd done.
....Not, of course, that she was attracted to Oliver Queen.
Martha studied Chloe's facial expressions with a raised eyebrow. "So which part are you playing?"
"Miranda."
She looked impressed. "Congratulations, Chloe. Who knew you were such a talented actress?"
Chloe shrugged dismissively. "Oliver says I'm just a really good liar."
"Oh? And who is this Oliver to make such an accusation?"
Chloe took an especially violent swipe at the apple in her hands--a fact which did not escape Martha's attention--"He's this...guy."
Martha chuckled. "Ah. One of those."
"Yeah," Chloe said, narrowly missing her thumb with her next swipe. "He's really arrogant and annoying and he drives me crazy."
"That's the best kind."
"And he's playing Ferdinand, so there's no escaping him!" Chloe said frustratedly, not hearing Martha.
"How terrible."
"It is! He's just awful and he's really good at everything and it's so annoying!"
"I see. What does he think of you?"
Chloe scoffed, having entirely forgotten her apple now. "Who knows? He claims he likes me. He flirts with me like he isn't capable of behaving like a normal person, but I have my suspicions that it's just because I won't go out with him and that for some reason fascinates him. It's ridiculous."
Martha suppressed a smile. "So go out with him."
"What?" Chloe looked around at Martha wildly, wondering if she'd lost her mind.
"Well, if your theory is right, it will mean that as soon as you say yes he'll lose interest."
"But if I'm wrong it means that he'll never leave me alone!" Chloe countered.
"But if you're wrong do you want him to leave you alone?"
"Yes," she said automatically, but that nagging voice in the back of her mind that had grown louder and louder as of late begged to differ. Did she want him to leave her alone? Wouldn't life be awfully dull with his constant attempts to win her affections?
Martha raised her eyebrows and returned to peeling her apple. "I see. Well," she glanced at the apples, "that should do it. I'm going to start rolling out the dough."
She pulled a lump of dough covered in plastic wrap and set in on the counter while Chloe took a seat on one of the bar stools to watch.
"So why don't you like him?"
"Like I said, he's really arrogant."
Martha shrugged. "So was Jonathan when he was young. You know, a lot of times there's a lot more to the cocky ones than you realize. What else don't you like about him?"
Chloe's impulse was to say that he was a bully, but she bit it back. If she were truly being honest, ever since his...apology...Oliver had clearly laid off on Lex and Duncan. He still wasn't the nicest person to them that he could be, but even she had said he didn't have to be their best friends...just leave them alone. And he was more or less doing that, as far as she could tell. She made a face. "He just comes on so strong. It gets old after like five seconds."
"Maybe he's just trying to impress you. I'll bet if he thought it were working he'd tone it down," she added with a sly smile.
"Not this guy," Chloe shook her head adamantly. "You have to know him."
"Maybe," Martha said.
"He's just so...ugh!" Chloe fought to find a word to describe Oliver. "I mean, he's really shallow. Actually, he's not. He just acts like it, and that might be worse."
"What makes you say he's not?"
"He...he has moments where he's really genuine, and it always throws me for a loop because it's like 'where the heck did that come from?' you know? I mean, he's clearly capable of being sincere and decent, but he chooses not to be."
"Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he's gotten so used to being a certain way around his friends that it's habit now, and he finds it hard to turn it off when he's around you."
Chloe made a noncommittal noise, not really believing her.
"Maybe you should give him a chance. He might surprise you."
Chloe pursed her lips. "Or he might prove me right."
"Either way you'd know for sure," she said, finishing mixing together the pie's filling. She checked the clock. "Have you had lunch? It's a little late, but I'm starving."
"I thought you'd never ask," Chloe groaned happily, flopping on the counter gratefully. "I forgot how bad my dad is about stocking the fridge."
Martha grinned and poured the filling in the pie. "Here, you fix the top crust and I'll put together some sandwiches from last night's roast. Jonathan will probably be in any moment for lunch himself."
Chloe obligingly hopped off the stool and pulled the pie to her, pinching shut the crust slowly while Martha put together three sandwiches.
Suddenly Clark appeared in the doorway. His attention was focused outside as he walked through the door. "Dad still working on the tractor? I'll have to take a look for him. I just ran home for lunch. I forgot mine," he finished, looking at his mother.
Martha looked wide-eyed in Chloe's direction.
Chloe was frowning, looking at the clock and mentally calculating the distance between the Kent Farm and Smallville High.
"Chloe!" Clark stammered in surprise.
"You ran home?" she asked incredulously. "Isn't that a couple of miles?"
Clark opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "I--meant I grabbed I ride. My next class was canceled, so I had some extra time."
Chloe stared at him and his thinly veiled excuse. "Uh huh."
"So...what are you doing here?" he changed the subject quickly.
"Your mom and I were baking a pie."
"Sweet," Clark said, glancing at the concoction that Martha was just now putting in the oven.
"And," Martha continued, "we were talking about this Oliver boy Chloe is friends with at school."
Clark raised a confused eyebrow. "I thought you hated him. You're always complaining about him."
At this Martha looked undeniably amused about something.
"I am...and I do hate him," Chloe said grumpily.
"And that's how it starts," Martha chuckled.
Clark looked at her warily. "You're kidding, right?"
Martha shrugged and went back to putting together sandwiches. She handed Clark the lunch he had forgotten that morning. "You should get going back to school if you want to make it in time," she said pointedly, though Chloe suspected the statement was specifically for her benefit.
"Right. Yeah," Clark agreed immediately. He glanced at Chloe. "Good to see you, Chlo. I'll see you later."
Chloe waved amusedly. "Bye, Clark."
When he was gone, Chloe and Martha enjoyed their lunch of cold roast sandwiches, joined shortly by a grease-covered Jonathan Kent.
"Chloe," he greeted her genially. "What a pleasant surprise. How are you this afternoon?" he asked, heading over to the sink to wash his hands. Martha walked up to him and pecked him on the lips.
"Pretty good," Chloe said pleasantly. "It's nice to be back in Smallville. St. Joan's has its moments, but there's just something about being home."
"I can understand that," he said, shrugging out of his jacket.
"So does Clark stop by for lunch often?" Chloe asked. Jonathan gave Martha a questioning look.
"Clark came home because he forgot his lunch," she explained thinly.
"Ah," Jonathan said, cottoning on. "No...not often. I would think he doesn't normally have time."
"Hmm."
The Kents exchanged a significant look that Chloe pretended not to notice. She wondered how many years she'd gone without noticing how obvious it was that the Kent's had a secret. Maybe it had just taken being separated from it for a while to remove her so she was more alert.
"Well, anyway," Jonathan said, sitting down to take a bite of the sandwich waiting for him, "how is school going? Doing all right in your classes?"
"Pretty well."
"Chloe's got the lead in the school play," Martha said with a hint of pride on Chloe's behalf.
"Does she?" Jonathan looked impressed. "Conrgratulations. That's fantastic. Is it going well?"
"As well as can be expected," Chloe said grimly.
"She doesn't much care for her leading man," Martha explained, an amused expression on her face.
Her husband raised his brow. "Oh?"
"He's really arrogant and self-absorbed," Chloe said, taking a particularly vigorous bite of her sandwich.
Jonathan chuckled. "Didn't you say that to one of your girlfriends about me after we first met?"
Martha nodded, smiling. "Mmhmm, and she told you and then said that you took it as a good sign that you were getting under my skin."
Chloe stared at them in horror. "I do not--"
"No one said you did, sweetheart," Martha assured her calmly before putting her empty plate in the dishwasher.
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Later in the afternoon, Chloe had come out to the barn with Mr. Kent to talk to him while he finished working on the tractor. They talked football mostly, Jonathan about the Smallville team, and Chloe about Excelcior's. Occasionally Jonathan referred to his days as a football player.
When he finally fixed it, he had the blasted machine halfway out of the barn before it got stuck in the mud. Chloe was busy behind it, pushing and shoving alongside Jonathan, getting herself covered in mud as she did so when she heard Clark's voice, "Here, dad, I got that," and all of a sudden the entire machine lifted off the ground several feet in the air and moved over several more feet. Chloe looked around to the opposite side of the tractor just in time to see Clark setting it down.
He looked up in time to see her, clearly not having realized she was on the other side of the tractor. Jonathan had his face buried in his hands. Clark was gaping in horror, and Chloe was wide-eyed.
"Holy Sh--"
Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three; Chapter Four; Chapter Five; Chapter Six; Chapter Seven; Chapter Eight; Chapter Nine; Chapter Ten; Chapter Eleven; Chapter Twelve ; Chapter Thirteen; Chapter Fourteen; Chapter Fifteen; Chapter Sixteen; Chapter Seventeen; Chapter Eighteen; Chapter Nineteen; Chapter Twenty; Chapter Twenty-One; Chapter Twenty-Two; Chapter Twenty-Three; Epilogue
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Date: 2010-09-17 02:05 am (UTC)You are so spoiling us with these frequent updates. Love it.
Secondly, I love the Chloe/Martha chat. It was so cute.
And the cliffhanger? WTF?
Some Kents have got some 'splainin' to do.
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Date: 2010-09-17 02:42 am (UTC)Chloe's interaction with the Kents was great!
Leave it to Clark to give himself away.
Can't wait for your next update.
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Date: 2010-09-17 02:46 am (UTC)I loved the sort of motherly convo Martha had with Chloe about Oliver. It was so entertaining to read, and I liked how Martha got Chloe thinking, and even defending him a bit, in terms of revising and editing what exactly she assigned to him as faults. He still annoys her, but she's starting to ponder why that is exactly. It'd be fun if she took Martha's advice and decided to go out with him, (purely as a test of his real interest, of course), only to be left surprised.
I haven't watched the show in so long, I don't even remember exactly how Chloe found out about Clark's power - so whether this is canon or not - I enjoyed the "holy sh--!" factor of that reveal.
Also, mmm, pie.
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Date: 2010-09-17 02:58 am (UTC)Keep it up!
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Date: 2010-09-17 03:46 am (UTC)You get the sense that the lady doth protest too much when it comes to Chloe and her feelings for Oliver.
I'm reviewing both chappies and they were awesome. It was nice to have Oliver calling her going nuts as he is genuinely worried about what had happened to her. All i could truly say to that was, awwww.
And now Chloe knows all about Clark! Can't wait to see what happens next!
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Date: 2010-09-17 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-17 05:15 am (UTC)Can't wait for what happens next!
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Date: 2010-09-17 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-17 10:22 am (UTC)Can't wait to read more!
XOXO
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Date: 2010-09-17 10:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-17 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-17 11:04 pm (UTC)And does Clark have a brain? After the blunder at lunch didn't he think it might be prudent to see if Chloe was still on the premises before throwing his powers around willy nilly?
I'm eager for all this to be resolved so we can return to Ollie and the many mysteries at Excelsior and St. Joan's.
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Date: 2010-09-19 02:51 am (UTC)LOvE ur story!!!!!
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Date: 2010-09-19 04:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-27 09:03 am (UTC)