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Jason and Chloe's Story	By : daciavu73 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 2781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Smallville, no money is made on the fics I write. I just like to play with the characters for entertainment.

Chapter List
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Chloe awoke slowly the next morning, the sun shining through the blinds, bathing her face in light. She blinked and realized there was a heavy arm over her waist, and a warm body behind her.
She turned over carefully, finding Jason sound asleep. Remembering everything from the night before regarding his injuries, she turned to face him and felt his left shoulder, realizing there was no bandage and no injury. The scrapes and bruises she had seen on his face, neck, chest and arms were completely gone as well as her hands ran over him, making sure he was indeed intact and well.
Jason groaned as he was pulled out of his dreams. He reached up and grabbed her wandering hand, placed it against his heart as he opened his eyes slowly, meeting hers and smiling.
"Good morning,." Jason murmured
"How did-..?" Chloe's sentence trailed off as her confusion warred with jubilation that he was really and truly alright.
He pushed up onto his elbow, keeping her hand against his heart and shrugged, running his fingertips over the back of her hand. "I don't know. I could ask you the same question. I was shot in the shoulder, I had scrapes and bruises all over my entire body, even my old rotator cuff injury from playing football was aggravated... and now I'm completely healed and I haven't a clue as to how that happened. I am supposed to be dead. And you..." he wagged a finger at her, "I woke up to find you passed out on top of me. I thought for sure you were dead."
He hugged her to him and murmured, "Don't ever scare me like that again Chloe."
Before Chloe could say anything further, her cell phone rang, the ringtone warring with the vibration as her purse danced off of the end table on the other side of the room, falling to the floor. Wondering who would be calling her, she got up, pulled her cell phone out of her purse and saw on the display that Lana was calling her.
"Lana?" Chloe answered, flicking a puzzled look in Jason's direction. Jason raised an eyebrow as he tried to listen to Chloe's side of the conversation.
'Wait, Lana, back up. What was that about Genevieve?"
Chloe pressed a button on her cell phone that put Lana's voice on loudspeaker.
"I killed her Chloe..."
Jason's eyes widened, until he heard Lana say, "Well actually, Isabell killed her."
Chloe made sure to have the mouthpiece close to her mouth as she replied, "Isobel? As in evil 16th century witch hell bent on destroying the Teague bloodline?"
Jason sat on the edge of the bed, listening and trying to be quiet. He didn't want Lana to know he was hearing anything.
"That's the one!" Lana said nervously. Lana began speaking quietly like she didn't want someone to overhear her. Chloe sat next to Jason as Lana continued, "I'm freaking out Chlo'. Lex thinks he can get me off with self-defense. She was waiting in my apartment when I got home and she pulled a gun on me! I kicked it out of her hand, we fought…... and she was choking me Chloe. Then, I remember nothing else until I was straddling her dead body, having stabbed her in the heart. Oh My God! Jason will kill me! I never meant to kill her Chlo'. I would never do that. Knock her out maybe, but not kill her."
"Lana, slow down. It sounds like Lex is right. It sounds like a cut and dried case of self-defense to me."
"Look, Lex will be back any minute, so you might not hear from me for a while….."
Lana was suddenly disconnected and at the click, Chloe asked, "Lana?". Then she checked the display and saw she wasn't there any longer.
Chloe called back, thinking maybe Lana's call simply dropped. But she immediately got Lana's voicemail. She left a message to call her back and disconnected.
"My mother's dead?" Jason asked in wonder, still in shock over the news. He jumped up suddenly and told Chloe, "I gotta get out of here. I mean, if Isobel doesn't find me, I have two Luthors that want me dead too."
"Wait, Jason, why would they want you dead? I mean, Lionel's scum but why would he shoot you?"
"Why did he kill his parents, Chloe? Why did he try to have you killed before you testified against him? I'm a threat, that's why. He and my Mom were... competitors, I guess you can say. You really don't want to tangle with them."
"Jason, one thing I can say for Lionel Luthor, he's not stupid. What were he and your mother competing for?"
"Look, Chloe... there's this big deal about some stones of knowledge that both my mom and Lionel Luthor have been after for years. My mother took those stories so seriously, and trained me to take them just as seriously, that it was an obsession for her. It's all she thought about. Well, as far as I'm concerned, she's dead now and I finally don't give a fucking shit. I want out. Lionel Luthor can have them all for all I care. The stones are his. Just leave me the hell alone."
"What are you talking about, Jason? Lionel didn't kill your mother." She shook her head. "I don't understand why he would want you dead…it just…it doesn't make sense!"
Jason was up and grabbing a duffel bag, packing his clothes as quick as possible, He didn't want to pull Chloe into his drama. After what he did at the cabin, Lionel will want his head on a platter, but Chloe did not need to know those details regarding what kind of monster his mother trained him to be. So using football strategy, he went on the offensive. He slammed some clothes on the bed and towered over Chloe, hoping she'll let it go. "Does he really need a reason Chloe? He's Lionel fucking Luthor okay? He shot me! You saw the bullet wound! And if I know Lionel the way I think I do, next time he won't miss!"
He turned away on a curse, and continued shoving socks and boxers into his duffel, while Chloe struggled to put two and two together. Despite her journalistic instincts, she just couldn't get the situation to add up. "But…" He looked at her and she had to clamp down on the instinctual rush of fear at the expression on his face. "Why would he shoot you? What would make him see you as a threat?" In her mind, Jason was a normal college student – not usually someone Lionel would earmark as a threat.
"The stones, Chloe! He assumes I'm just as obsessed as my mother."
"So he chose to kill you instead of your mother? That's crazy, Jason! It just doesn't sound like Lionel."
"Chloe, forget it, alright? Just let it go."
"But..."
"Damn it Chloe! I said let it go!"
He saw the hurt flash in her eyes and bit the inside of his mouth to keep back the frustrated sigh. He couldn't back-pedal on her right now. If he began apologizing, she'd question him. About more than just the stupid, fucking stones.
He would rather her hurting than to have the events in his past revealed to her. There were things in his past that he didn't want to touch her. She was too good, too special to carry those around with her.
Chloe sniffed, then with her chin up, she gritted out, "Fine! Have a nice life!" and began to grab her purse and head for the door.
"Chloe... wait." Jason stopped what he was doing and walked toward her. She was at the door, her hand on the knob and she stopped, not turning around. She heard him sigh.
"Chloe," he said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder, he said, "I want to keep you safe. The less you know the better." He turned her to face him. When he saw the tears of hurt in her eyes, he hugged her. She was stiff in his arms at first, but then relaxed and hugged him back, breathing in and out shakily.
"Where will you go?" Chloe asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.
"It's probably best that you don't know that, either. Until I get this whole mess straightened out, we really shouldn't be talking to each other."
"But-..."
At that moment he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her with all the pent up emotion he had, effectively shutting her up. After several seconds, he finally eased away from her, placed his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes, "I'll never forget you, Chloe Sullivan. You saved my life. I don't know how, but I guess in a way... I kind of see you as my personal guardian angel. However you did it, I'm thankful."
Chloe gulped, and worked her words out of her tight throat. "So this is it?"
Jason nodded, "I'm sorry Chlo'. Maybe one day I can come back, but don't wait for me, okay? And remember what I said." He kissed her again lightly, cradling her head in his hands, "You deserve a guy that wants you as much as you want him. And if he gets you, he'll be the luckiest guy on the planet."
With a final kiss, quick kiss, he grabbed his duffel bag, slung it over his shoulder, looked around at the stuff he'd probably have to leave behind and sighed. He really liked the life he'd been building here, he thought. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you need a ride home before I leave?"
"No... I drove myself."
Sighing in resignation, Chloe met Jason's eyes. In determination, she said, "Since I'll probably never see you again, I'll give you something more to remember me."
She pulled his head down and kissed him. She heard the thunk of the duffel bag hitting the floor, and felt his arms encircle her, pulling her close as he kissed her back. He tore himself away with a groan, swooped up his bag and strode purposefully from the apartment, leaving her staring after him…. And avoiding the temptation to turn back and stay with her..
They didn't know that it would be eight years before their paths would cross again.
The End
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