monsters, sex and other phobias

Reccing Notes: This is a drabble (prompt: mile high) of mine that grew. It needed to be written. Partially because I wanted to see Davis with a Chloe that wasn't lightswitched into the Jimmy relationship.
Post-Vessel, this! Chloe dated Clark instead- which lead to her being relationship paranoid when he didn't get over his Lana-issues. Hence, single Chloe. And some obstacles. Most of S8 till Abyss happened like in the show- Plastique, Prey, Abyss minus the 'prospective' wedding. Clark mind-wiped Chloe and she didn't get those memories back.

So Chloe's on an airplane, trying to get away from her intimacy issues. Tess is trying to get Davis to kill all these people on this plane. Lois is the devil on Chloe's shoulder.

by vagrantdream at her/my journal
3065 words, nc-17, abyss


“If you want the whole truth, it’ll turn me into a sex fiend.”


The plane had hit thirty-seven thousand feet some miles back. Lois would be proud.

“How much of that water—Davis—the…”

Chloe slumped over the men’s sink on Flight 3478, conscious of little more than the breath coming in shirt, hot puffs on the back of her neck and the searing, erratic heat of him inside her.

It was decidedly strange that no one was pounding down the doors yet to find them in this particular compromising position. Chloe’s vision fogged, the mirror image reflecting red eyes. Davis’s arms wrapped a little more forcefully over her waist, like he needed her just a shade closer than humanly possible.

He was many things to her- intense, naively sweet guy who listened and had feelings for her, the guy she always ran away from because there had to be a catch somewhere. And now…He got a mouthful of blond hair in his mouth when he leaned over her, pushed it away from her neck. They needed to find out … “Davis…”

He let her fingers curl around his bigger ones on the sink-top, squeezed lightly. Returning his grip, Chloe let out a breath. She began again… voice faltering as his mouth closed over her shoulder and the real pressure began to build.
Trust me.
Chloe’s knuckles went white on the counter. She actually had desires to fulfill. Given some of them though; they might not get out of here without needing to be carted out.


Three Hours Earlier

Lois had told her that the only person more repressed than she was…was…no one. In comparison to Lois, maybe. Chloe hadn’t ever conducted her most intimate sexual relations on a Ferris wheel, or case and point, or while mile-high like in rock songs, but it did not mean she was stunted.

Chloe had one one-night-stand and a failed pseudo-relationship with Clark in her past. His remnant card-carrying for Lana had burned her, but when they’d finally broken it up she’d moved onto her own life. Focused herself onto her work. She couldn’t handle the dating scene like Lois could. Unfortunately for her, Lois didn’t believe her.

“You don’t get that excuse either. What about dimples?”
Davis had kissed her the first time after they’d effectively determined he wasn’t some crazy-psycho serial killer. Suffice to say; when he stopped enough for her to talk about it, she’d high-tailed out of there, into Lois’s apartment, with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.
Problem was; she liked Davis too much. Actually having sex was the death-knell of any of her truly good relationships. If he was perfect and then called out another woman’s name…or…

“You realize this is glued-to-your-hip-Davis right? I rest my case. You’re phobic.” Lois had said, then declared she needed a vacation (all cleared with her bosses before hand). She’d handed her a pre-bought ticket with a cattish grin on her face... and Lois was just getting to good at offers Chloe couldn’t refuse. (Lois had been the only one to support it. Clark hadn’t, she didn’t know why.)

After her first half margarita, Chloe effectively determined the life of a high roller wasn’t all that good even if that crushed ice looked like a work of art. Chloe was starting to feel queasy. Maybe she could take a dose of Vicodin so she could actually sleep her vacation away.

Then she saw him. Davis was out of uniform. His face was wet from splashing water over it to stay awake after a long shift… Why in the world would he be on just this flight? Davis had an eerie talent for appearing just when she needed him. But Chloe didn’t believe in coincidence. He’d seen her anyway and…

“Davis?!”

After a little investigation, turned out he was getting sent to receive some award or the other by Lex’s minion Tess Mercer at the Daily Planet in particular. Lois.

But there was no thinking of that when Davis actually looked like he needed someone to lean on. He was very much himself, but crouching across from her he looked drained in the greenish halogen lights.

“You look like you could use some sleep.”

“It’s not on work hours, so...”

“First class seats are better for sleeping.” Chloe petted the seat beside her. “Far be it for me why I ended up with two.”

Maybe it was because she wanted to prove she wasn’t phobic. His eyes still had that searching, needy look she’d seen last time and she’d genuinely missed talking to him. She hugged him hello, and that was normal. She had done that with Clark once upon a time.

“You said you needed space…”

“Don’t be silly, sit down. Save me from myself.” Chloe scooted over to make space of him, noticed his thumb and fore-finger rubbing unconsciously against her shirt when he let her go.

“Margarita?”

Davis shook his head.

“I’ve never seen you drink.” Chloe ventured.

“One of my foster fathers drank.” He said simply. “I saw what it did.” Chloe was at a loss for words besides ‘I’m sorry’. Gabe wouldn’t have won dad of the year but…he’d never been anything more than broken up and caught in himself. Chloe didn’t know the right words to say.

Davis stopped for a moment. “If you want the whole truth, it’ll turn me into a sex fiend.”

“I’m not an assignment for the Star, so it’s all off the record. Even if you join the mile-high club, I won’t take interviews.”

“Paparazzi and personal stalker, all in one, who would have thunk it?” His hick accent was good as hick accents went, and she would’ve been grinning at any other time.
Davis just looked at her in a way that made her temporarily redirect her glance to the cube of ice in his water. Cross her legs back together.

It was disturbing how easy things were with him, how much…he touched her. Davis ended up leaning on her for a little. It almost felt like some part of him was straining toward her, like he needed the contact. He’d missed out on a lot, growing up.

Then, they talked more, or Davis mostly talked and asked her revealing questions while she interjected short bits of dialogue that all seemed to have a double meaning.

So of course, she was miffed when he went to the bathroom and didn’t come out for a half-hour. To be honest about it, she was stewing. Because she was just sitting there with all that emotion he’d put into her and her embarrassing thoughts while he hid. He shouldn’t have had the right.

Chloe pounded on the men’s bathroom door, regardless of the looks she got. He didn’t say go away. But all her outrage melted away at the sight of him.

Davis’s mouth was bleeding. And instead of looking like he was fighting to stay awake this time it looked like he’d been dazed by a hard blow. His eyes were all red around the corners

“Chloe, I can’t leave. I think…something’s happening to me”

“I’m guessing that means you didn’t hurt yourself. “ She didn’t need to ask that or when his illness started happening. He’d told her everything about the second day they’d met.

“They have nurses on this plane. We need to get you one…”

His hand closed over her wrist. Like a cuff. “No nurses.” His eyes bore into hers in panic. “Don’t go.”

So she didn’t. “We should wash that,” she said then, braced her hand on his bicep as she dabbed wadded up tissue at his jaw. He was the paramedic and he didn’t need her to do it, but it made him feel better. It made her feel better.

Chloe finally maneuvered him between her and the sink just so he would be unlikely to fall. Davis was usually the one asking the questions. It had helped her to talk about her memory loss to him, before he’d saved her…

“Davis, how did this start?”

“I just...” His breathing came shallow, and he was making this gasping noise like she imagined a trapped animal would. She had to shake him a little, rub low on his back, feeling a queasy fear in the pit of her stomach. He was so tense she thought he was going to hit the ground like a board.

“Davis…”

She worked a leg between his just in case, hell even if he crushed her. But Davis actually seemed to wake up at that.
“…I’m not going to lose you because we ignore a potent fact. Just trust me.”

His eyes were almost glowing red, and Chloe wondered if maybe it was some genetic condition she hadn’t heard about. None of it ended up mattering because seconds later he pulled her up on the counter and she couldn’t tell what was wrong with his eyes.

Davis was a contradictory vision, blood smeared over the back of his hand, eyes hot and soft. Oh, she wanted him.
“We won’t ignore it.” he whispered. Chloe suspected he was talking about something entirely different than she was.

There was nothing pleading about this Davis; he thought he was dying in the next minute and he had to make up for it somehow. He didn’t warn her with short flickers of his eyes. Just pressed her unsteady hands over his galloping heartbeat. It was easy-this. His mouth ravaged hers and when her head hit the mirror she was a little too stunned to do anything except to let her lips move against his.

About the time her lungs started to feel ready to explode, Davis let off just a little, long enough for her scrambled thoughts to stumble along drunkenly. It wasn’t diabetes…or…

Her arms had somehow gotten a chokehold around his neck. The taste of him was metal-sweet in her mouth. He’d kissed her. She’d done more than accept. She needed him to be alright.

“What we’re doing now can’t cure you.” Chloe’s voice came out frustrated and fearful. “I’d be perfectly up for continuing this at a later time…”

“But it is this.” Davis repeated. That’s how she’d muddledly explained their relationship. A ‘this’ that wasn’t supposed to be ‘this’.

“You could die if you don’t get looked after and we’ll never get the chance….”

“I meant what I said.” Davis smiled when he was probably bleeding out all his vital organs. “I need to get something right before then.”

Chloe just didn’t know what she could say to that. The red on her fingers traced a messy stroke on his jaw. Her face went hot and cold to know where this could go. It felt wrong to run from someone who could be critically ill. Make this reckless decision day.

“O—okay .”

His hands trailed impatiently on the corner of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. Behind her where the buttons held her like a straight jacket. Davis’s mouth latched right back onto hers, forcing her mouth open even if it was just to breathe.
“Davis…I…”

His fingers went decidedly south, ripping the clasp off her skirt. It was only when they were inside her that her breath had to catch up with her brain. That that particular barrier had been breached and it was never going back to the way it was. He wasn’t touching her, he was touchingtouching her, fingers tracing a delicate wet line that made her gasp. He kissed her deep and slow so the sound softened in her throat. She could almost relax. Safe, Slow. Too slow. He seemed to wait until her eyes squeezed shut. More, a second finger, a third… and then she saw his eyes sinuously, frighteningly encouraging, hitting those secret places just she was supposed to know about. God, he wanted to know, didn’t he?
He’s a quiet one isn’t he? Lois had asked. It’s always those.

Someone could walk in at any time. Chloe’s wrists twisted on themselves, buttons popping off the restraining sleeves in a chaotic spray. She could touch him now. So she run a hand along his side- past the sudden, explosive heat of his skin- below- liking the small (not exactly) helpless noises he made when the fumbling brush of her fingers curled around him. Davis bit lightly at her neck. Stopped her hand over the zipper on his jeans. Breathed out slow and convulsively. When she touched him, sometimes, in ways, decidedly less physical than this, it looked as if he could fall apart.

Before she knew it she was on her back, bundled coat awkwardly bunched under her neck. It took just a tad more of frantic tearing and then he was just there, fingers sliding away with a wet sound. There was no time to cross-reference hand and…was that cock size? She just felt warm, and it felt…not painful. A little awkward at first, to take him in, like she was being pulled in places she shouldn’t have been.

But then Davis wasn’t exactly moving and there was something so different about his eyes than the rest of him. They narrowed with a kind of fascinated intensity she had never been able to put into words. She felt completely safe this way. They’d fit. She braced her hands on his arm, pushed up in a small, experimental shift. In a moment nothing became something. He pushed himself into her in a deep desperate movement. Again. Again. Warmth and heat slowly started to spread from the inside of her, wet sauna-like heat under her skin and the soft-rough way he moved.

She found his shoulder by instinct, digging into the soft cloth and hard skin underneath, as her breath just stopped coming for a second. Small explosions warred behind her eyes and she curled her thumbs into his skin, the brunt over now. Maybe this could be easy. She wanted nothing more to go limp but he grasped her hips until her mouth opened to a round, ragged ended oh. And still, it must have been instinct too as she tilted to him in a need to ride some of the tension out. She was gasping for good now, not a clumsy memory from the past, his name wasn’t so very frightening after all.

“Hmmm… love you.” He didn’t say these things lightly. Not once. Part of Chloe could have exploded for the warmth of it. All the other part could think of was more embarrassing things like Closer. Closer. I want to fuck you like an animal. That’s what he felt like he should do. But she needed more.

Chloe pulled up on his arms, teeth scraping against his ear, whispered. It should have been something deliciously dirty. It was not-so-surprisingly not. This was just exactly right. His mouth moved against hers, moist contact, and she tightened her legs around his hips convulsively. He was getting close to something. She couldn’t feel more than the unbearably needy stirrings in her; felt like he was under her skin for good.

He came deeper and yet deeper into her, the smooth tempo falling apart. This was a critical moment. This was the point…Davis shook over her, breath coming out in short exhales, a drowning man surfacing. She was limp, some feeling like a current racing through her. He finished, firm short strokes into her, movements wetly softening under her skin. His arms came around her and she heard Davis in the deafening echo of her heartbeat in her chest.


“This is strange,” Chloe said, once she had herself together enough to do more than curl herself against him in a cooling arrangement of limbs.

“Excuse me?” Davis blinked owlishly at her.

“Your mouth is not bleeding.” Chloe wasn’t Lana; she was painfully aware than her vagina would not save lives.

Davis seemed more like himself, too, but his eyes were still dark and the smile on his mouth was more than a little amused. “It was all there, right?”

“Oh yeah.” Chloe clapped her hand over her mouth, subtle. “But you’re not about to pass out. I saw you. You couldn’t have been messing with me- if you’re just in a temporary remission…”

“Maybe this is one of the times we rely on faith.” Davis’s arm braced under her hair. His eyes were normal, which made decidedly no sense if he had some sort of genetic disorder or eye sensitivity to the light. “I’m different, Chloe.”

Chloe cocked her head, an elusive memory stirring. Different? “You will need to get hydrated, though.” She insisted. “You will, won’t you? We can stop out somewhere in New York, get you checked out…”

“Or you could...” She whacked at his shoulder and somehow he’d wormed her hand under him.

“Umm…hmm. Kiss me.” Davis pressed his lips to hers, shortly, helping her settle one half of her jacket to her back when she forgot she wanted it. He just could have done this from the start. They’d have never left Isis. Would have saved Lois a plane ticket.

They could have made a strange picture, her kneeling on the stale smelling floor, trying to examine him in the men’s bathroom, no less. Davis brushed her hair out of her face and seemed not to even notice he was naked. Not awkward about it. She, on the other hand…

Chloe leaned up to the tap, palmed water across her flushed cheeks. Davis was humming, getting their clothes together and when they sat back down again she knew she was going to hide her face in his chest. Then they were going to talk about feelings some more and she was going to move her Ben and Jerry’s into his refrigerator. She was through with running. The prospect was very pleasant. So pleasant that she didn’t need to look back in the mirror that much.

Then it hit her. Of course! There were two kinds of ice. The kind in his glass had been cubed, perfect if someone wanted to slip the everyday hero some kind of frozen Mickey to cause a scandal or…

She couldn’t imagine anyone who would want to cause Davis harm.

“Hey, beautiful.” He whispered a little roughly, arm coming around her waist. Chloe relaxed into his grip, head leaning back into his shoulder, only-slightly-guiltily appreciating the image.

Chloe looked in mirror again, caught. She swallowed. Watched the condensation drip off it as Davis set the glass of water on the counter.

long time coming

Reccing Notes: You know what I think is awesome? All that simmering emotion in the Abyss kiss. You know what else? Seeing Chloe examine her feelings about it HONESTLY-with a twist.

by keeperofthestars at squeeka quack
1158 words, pg/pg-13, abyss


There was nothing spontaneous about the kiss.
Save your soul…

There was nothing spontaneous about the kiss.

It didn’t just happen.

And as Davis touched her face, ran his thumb over the curve of her cheekbone, Chloe realized she knew that more clearly than she knew her own name. Staring up into his deep brown eyes, the blonde realized that this moment had been a long time coming.

From the first time she’d seen him, walking through a cloud of billowing smoke, to every time after, they’d been moving closer and closer to this point. Everything between them had been leading up to this moment.

Standing so close to him, breathing in his scent, Chloe realized that at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to press her lips against his. There were no thoughts of Jimmy, of their engagement or their impending nuptials.

There was just Davis Bloom.

Davis with his mysterious past. Davis who looked at her in a way her fiancé never did. Or ever could. Davis whom she had some sort of connection too. Whom she was drawn to despite her best efforts to erase him from her mind.

When he leaned forward, Chloe felt herself move as well. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts; there was just the promise of Davis’ lips finally, blissfully, against her own.

The distance between them was shorter than she’d thought, and before she knew it, their lips were pressed together. Her eyes had fallen shut as she desperately tried to take in everything she could before the inevitable happened.

His lips were firm against hers, but somehow, his kiss was still soft. And the hand that had stroked her cheek had slid around to the back of her neck. The tips of his fingers, slightly calloused, were like a soothing balm against her skin.

But most of all, Chloe was blown away by just how perfect, how right kissing Davis felt.

Never once had Jimmy kissed her like that, been able to make her feel like that.

And there it was - the inevitable.

Jimmy Olsen.

Reality had hit her all too soon. And the moment she thought of her fiancé, he was all she could think about. Behind her closed eyes, his face was the only thing she could see. Specifically, his sweet, kind face as he beamed at her proposal acceptance.

But no matter how much she loved Jimmy, because she really did, she didn’t love him the way she’d loved Clark. Didn’t love him the way she thought she could love Davis.

Despite her feelings, despite how Davis made her feel, this just wasn’t right. She couldn’t, wouldn’t do that to her fiancé.

Far too soon, she broke their kiss. From the look on his face, Chloe knew that the abruptness had shocked Davis. And the stunned look on his handsome features was almost too much for her to handle.

Instead of looking at him, Chloe stared at the ground as she pushed a few hairs out of her eyes. With her thoughts gathered, she lifted her eyes to his. “Ok, stop. Umh. This connection, Davis, it was, it was never this.” Unable to look at him, she turned away.

Even as the words had spilled out of her mouth, Chloe knew they were a lie.


Before you’re too far gone…

She should have just climbed on her bike then and there. She should have driven out of the alley as quickly as she possibly could.

But she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

“I understand.” Davis’ voice was hesitant, but it wasn’t apologetic. Chloe’s heart begged her to turn, to face him. But her mind told her no.

“But I am not ready to let you go.” The honesty, pure and simple, caused her to turn around. When she did, her eyes went directly to his. There was no shame, no embarrassment.

On his part.

Or hers.

“I will wait for as long as it takes.” As he spoke, Davis gently shook his head, as if to emphasize his words. And even though what he was saying touched her, it was the heartbreaking honesty in his eyes that held her captive. Looking into them, Chloe felt as if she could see the very depths of his soul.

She’d never once looked into Jimmy’s eyes like that.

And she was beginning to wonder if she ever would.

Or if she even wanted too.

“You know where to find me.” Davis didn’t wait for her to respond. Didn’t wait for her too acknowledge him in any way. Instead, he just turned and walked down the alleyway.

He’d just laid his heart on the table before her, and all Chloe could do was watch him walk away.


Before nothing can be done…

As Davis’ steps took him further and further down the alley, Chloe felt her heart begin to pound. With each beat, she felt the organ slam against her ribs. She couldn’t help but think that this was what dying of a broken heart must feel like.

The next thing she knew, her bright yellow helmet slipped from her grasp. Before it could hit the ground, before its plastic-y thud could echo through the alleyway, she was running.

Towards Davis.

Away from Jimmy.

Away from what was sure to be a safe and happy life.

There was no such guarantee with the man she was running towards. There was no real guarantee of anything with Davis Bloom. But the short kiss she’d shared with him felt more right than all of her fiancé’s kisses combined.

“Davis, I-” Her voice was desperate, pleading. And Chloe knew she’d said everything with those two words.

There was no going back.

When he turned around, Davis didn’t look surprised or relieved. No, his deep eyes were full of determination as he took the few steps that would close the distance between Chloe and himself.

The moment his hands were on her face, Chloe crushed her mouth against his, twisting the front of his jacket in her fists.

The kiss was painful. Vicious.

He was claiming her, marking her, as his own. And Chloe gave herself freely.

His fingers twisted through her short, blonde hair. Hers stayed balled up in his jacket, as if she were afraid to let him go. The moment, though harsh and unrelenting, was so fragile. Chloe felt, if she were to let him go, for a fraction of a second, that Davis would be gone. Forever. And now that she had him, she couldn’t lose him.

Jimmy was the furthest thing from her mind.

Jimmy. As soon as Chloe realized she wasn’t thinking of him, he was all she could think about.

Once again, the inevitable had some all too soon.

And just as quickly as her daydream, fantasy, whatever it was, had began, it was over.

There was no Davis. He was gone. Back to wherever he’d been before finding her in the alley way.

Her helmet was still in her hands, and she hadn’t moved an inch.

As she climbed onto her bike, Chloe’s chest began to tighten painfully. She tried to tell herself it was just heartburn. And not heartbreak. But as she revved the bike into gear and sped down the highway back to Smallville, to Jimmy, a few stray tears slid down her cheeks.

beauty's beast (part two)

Reccing Notes: I just couldn't leave you hanging. Our story continues-Chloe and Davis get ready for the baby, but being them, they get mixed up in a lot of trouble. Some truths about Davis are revealed which you will never guess. Tess is actually horribly villainous and the end of this will have you ringing your hands.

This is devastating in the way Doomsday should have been. Heartbreaking they-are-so-epic devastating.

by norrific at fanfiction.net
43868 words (no that was not a typo either!), pg-13 to r/m at times, plastique and abyss then veering of in a better direction



God only knows what he would do to anyone who tried to keep him from her.

Happy to lay here, just happy to be here—Paperweight, Schuyler Fisk

“Hey, baby, hurry up. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, is on.” In her usual Sunday afternoon lounge wear of one of Davis shirts, Chloe was perched on the couch steadily working her way through a bag of jelly beans.

It was probably Chloe's favorite time of the week. It was the wind down time, where it was just the two of them. Friday nights they spent with Lois, being dragged out to whatever activity struck her cousin's fancy. Saturdays were spent cleaning or running errands; in all likelihood some combination thereof. But Sundays were their day to do nothing.

They had a deal where their cells stayed off until noon. It was typically the only day that Lois-having spent Saturday night out until the wee hours- slept the day away and therefore didn't come over, so they got to spend time alone. And more often then not that time was spent napping in front of the television.

A television, she suddenly realized, she couldn't see due to the books he had piled high on the coffee table. With an impatient huff she leaned forward on the couch to stack the books neatly on the floor, since both her end tables had their own stacks. The man had every book on pregnancies, parenting, babies, and baby names ever printed. Mike told her he even had a few in their rig and his locker at work. And she could admit it was cute, when she wasn't tripping over one of his books at three in the morning on her way to the bathroom.

“Tell me again why I'm always the one cleaning the shower.”

“Because I'm pregnant and the fumes aren't good for the baby.”

Davis nodded as he dropped into the corner of the couch. “I was doing it long before you were pregnant so try again.”

“How about the fact that you won't let me complete any task that evolves bending over?” She tossed out as she lay at the opposite end of the couch so she could place her feet in Davis' lap. “Remember the one time I cleaned the tub.”

The thoughtful frown that was marring his dark features quickly gave way to an appreciative smirk. He remembered walking pass the bathroom, a quick glance inside revealing her bent over the lip of the tub. The way her movements caused his t-shirt to ride up her back leaving her butt completely uncovered. He'd have been insane to let an opportunity like that go by. “Oh yeah. But I wouldn't say any task.”

“Making the bed.”

“That has less to do with you being bent over and everything to do with you being by the bed.”

“Loading and unloading the dishwasher.”

“You bend at the waist so that's more your fault.”

“Tying my shoes, babe.”

“With the low cut tops you wear, you can only expect so much from me.” With a wicked grin, he reached over for her bag of candy, only for her to hold it out of his reach.

“Hold on, have you washed that bleached smell off your hands.”

“Of course,” But he could tell she was skeptical. “You don't believe me. Well, then why don't you smell for yourself.”

Chloe saw his intentions but wasn't fast enough to get away from the hands he rubbed all over her face. “Davis, stop.” She kicked her feet out, but her blows had no impact on him. Admittedly, the fact that she was laughing didn't help her cause either. “Alright, I believe you. Here, take the bag.”

With a triumphant grin, Davis sat back with the bag of candy. “Are you trying to imply that you don't like my hands on you?”

“I'm indifferent.” She teased before shifting around so that she could cuddle into his side. As always his arms came around her. He flicked open the last few buttons of her shirt, pushing the two sides apart to expose her rounded belly. He was always touching her belly now. “Can't say the same for you.”

“So says the clingy sleeper.”

“You sleep inside me every night, yet I'm the clingy sleeper.”

Leaning down, Davis pressed a kiss to her neck. “And I love you anyway.”

Rolling her eyes, Chloe said nothing as she placed her hand over the one he had laid on her stomach. There was no point arguing with him, maybe she did cling. But she was a very tactile person, always had been. Being a little handsie, even in her sleep, wasn't something she exactly had control over.

“Speaking of sleeping, you were up awfully early this morning.”

As if to confirm his statement, Chloe yawned. “Lois. She somehow managed to call, text, and e-mail me all at the same time. In true Lois fashion she tripped over a lead last night. The vault at another bank was broken into and another guard was murdered.”

Davis listened as she went over the information her cousin sent to her, what she thought it all meant, and how she was planning on following up. She was practically vibrating with excitement, a reaction she often had when working on a story. He was sure that if he were to tilt her face up her eyes would be bright and a smile would be lighting up her face. And he was happy for her. He just wished the story didn't involve what looked to be a gang of bank robbing murderers.

“They're looking for something, something very specific. I just need to figure out what it is before they find it. Lois and I have a meeting with a few managers tomorrow, so we'll be driving in together.”

“Okay.”

Chloe had noticed the way his entire body seemed to tense up. He wouldn't ask her not to go, wouldn't demand she take him with her. But the words would be there, just on the tip of his tongue. And he'd worry and he'd fret until he knew she was safe. “I'll be careful, baby, I promise.”

“I know. It's just, you know, we have that appointment tomorrow.”

Chloe's grin nearly split her face. “We'll be done way before then.” She turned so that she could look up at him. “You really don't care what we're having.”

“As long as it's not a violent little exoskeleton." Reaching out, he brushed a few strands of her hair behind his ear. "I just want a healthy kid, boy or girl doesn't matter.”

It crossed her mind to pick up one of the baby name books that he bought. He said the baby's sex didn't matter, but pages he marked gave his preference away. And no matter how cool he wanted to act, she knew he was just as excited as she was. He was practically driving her insane with his need to start buying...things. Often times when they went out it seemed like he was picking up things at random. Like buying stuff for the baby would make it more real. He'd been the same way about her stomach; obsessing over it, worrying the hell out of her, until he finally noticed a bulge.

The day she'd gone to pick out a few maternity clothes she could have slapped him. He was like a damn kid in a candy store. At one point he even pulled up her top as if the other women there had never seen a pregnant belly before. But he'd been all goofy grin and dimples that it was hard to stay mad at him. Not to mention that he was getting so excited about the baby, she didn't want anything to detract from that.

“Though, I will say this.” He settled her into his side again. “This kid has your smile I'm so screwed.”

---

“Chloe have you seen my wallet?”

“In the drawer next to the bed.” Chloe answered absently as she balanced herself on the dresser so she could pull on her shoe.

As usual it was a hectic Monday morning for them. They both overslept the alarm. Got completely sidetracked in the shower, which prompted Chloe to again suggest they maybe shower separately on Mondays-a suggestion Davis pretended not to hear. And then got into a ridiculous argument over who was responsible for the basket full of clean clothes that needed to be put away. It was a normal Monday morning for them. And one day, Chloe vowed, they'd actually get one right.

“Did you charge my phone last night?” Chloe asked as she rushed out of the room.

“Yeah, it's in the kitchen. Hey, I'll be by to pick you up at twelve, that should give us plenty of time to get to your appointment.”

When Chloe came back she was carrying two tall travel mugs. “Where'd you say my phone was?”

Davis had to bite back a grin when she handed him his mug. “In the kitchen.” She muttered a curse as she stalked back out of the bedroom, this time he followed her. “And don't forget that's your only cup of coffee today. Okay?” He noticed her hesitate, before reluctantly nodding her consent. Lowering her coffee intake was one of his hard fought battles. Though she swore he cheated by finally getting her to agree when she was dozing off to sleep. “ I gotta go. Are you sure your cousin is picking you up?”

“Positive.” It was just that Lois' Monday mornings made theirs look like a well oiled machine. “The apartment in Lois' building, we have an appointment to go by there after I get off of work. Put it in your phone so you don't forget, please.”

“Yeah.” His hand was on the doorknob when he realized what he nearly forgot. Setting his coffee mug aside, he dropped his backpack on his way across the room to pull Chloe into his arms. Her little sigh going straight through him.

Chloe laughed when she felt him trying to ease her blazer off her shoulders “Davis, stop. Come on, you're going to be late.”

“I'm already late.” But he settled the blazer back into place before burying his face in her neck for a moment. “Alright. I love you.” And with one last lingering kiss he was gone.

Chloe and Lois had barely walked through the doors of The Planet's bullpen when Tess was sending them back out. It appeared that their blurry vigilante had been up and out early. It was a lot of leg work, a little unnecessary bitching from Lois, and a few painful interviews. But it seemed as if they finally caught a break.

“Hey, you're Davis' wife, right?”

Chloe frowned at the young uniformed officer approaching her. “Yeah.”

“Paul Seay.” He offered a hand.

“Seay. Oh, your Mike's brother.” The conversation began leisurely enough. He'd known Davis for a few years, considered him a good friend. He'd been at their wedding, but understood that she had other things on her mind and why she didn't remember him. It seemed they may have gone to school together before she moved to Smallville. And wasn't that just funny.

Chloe was a skilled enough journalist to lead him back to where she wanted. They talked about the-she couldn't get around saying it-RBB sightings. She gave him a little of the information she and Lois dug up, which was less than it looked. Told him as much. And then gently coaxed him into offering his help.

“The traffic camera footage.” Lois could barely contain her excitement as she and Chloe rushed back into The Planet. “The traffic camera footage that we were told repeatedly we could not have.”

“I told you, Lo, it's all in how you talk to people.” Which was only partially true. Yes, on several occasions their investigation had been impeded by her cousin's....well abrasiveness; but it had been more than that. Someone in the police department was blocking them and she only hoped Paul could get them the files before they were found out.

“All that they have.” Lois shook her head in disbelief. “Including the ones from Davis' attack.”

“Up to and including.”

“It might not be anything.” It wasn't that Lois was trying to be a killjoy. And she was speaking more to herself than she was to her cousin. But she had to come down. Better now than when they got the footage and found that there was nothing they could use on them.

“I know.” And she also knew what her cousin was trying to do. “But it's something. Something more than crappy cellphone video. Look, I don't want to go to Tess with this. I don't want to say anything to anyone until we know what we've got.”

“Okay, the killer of dreams stays in the dark until further notice. Fine with me.”

Chloe laughed but said nothing, just glad to get her cousin to acquiescent so easily. Besides, whatever she could have said was drowned out by the round of applause that suddenly erupted. Standing just inside the door was a very confused looking Davis. “Why are they-”

Lois' grin was positively evil. “Well ever since your little pronouncement everyone figures your boy's...well endowed...with serious staying power.” It didn't help that she accidentally, and it seriously was an accident, let slip information about her little cousin's sex life.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "That was weeks ago. How are they still on that?"

"Because you left for lunch yesterday and came back glowing with a different outfit on." Lois' grin was pure evil. "Your own fault, cousin."

“What did you tell them?”

Lois blanched. “Nothing....why would I....how did you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“What's he doing here anyway?”

“Doctor's appointment.”

Lois jumped off her cousin's desk. “Oh my God, is today the day we find out what we're having.”

“You're not going.” Chloe knew how her cousin's mind worked. “You'll be the first person I call, but you are not going. Lois, we're allowed to have something to ourselves. Besides, you have to wait for Paul.”

There was nothing she could do to keep the pout from forming, but she understood what her cousin was saying. It sucked, but she understood. “Fine. But I'm the first call, cuz. Promise.”

“Promise. Look, I have to get my husband out of here before someone tells him...whatever the hell it was you told everybody.”

“No, cuz, you told everybody. I just sort of...confirmed a few things.” Lois laughed when Chloe shot her a dirty look over her shoulder.

---

“You're awfully quiet.”

“Just overwhelmed.” Without taking his eyes off the road, Davis reached over and covered Chloe's hand with his. “We saw our baby today.”

Maybe that was part of it. But she knew him, knew it was more than that. Her husband had an image in his head. After the doctor confirmed that their baby was healthy and everything was as it should be, she saw the excitement take over. It surprised her that he didn't actually start bouncing on his feet. And then she noticed the change, he was happy, of course he was still very happy. But he had set his hopes.

“I liked the name.”

Davis shouldn't have been surprised. This was Chloe and she was the best at what she did. But he couldn't help the color that rose on his cheeks. “It was just something I was thinking about. You really liked it?”

“Anna Vivien Bloome. It's beautiful. And something about it, I don't know, it sounds like you. I can see the little girl with that name; your dark hair-”

“Your eyes.” He added quickly. “And she'd do that funny thing with her eyebrows like you do.”

Chloe laughed. He really had thought about this. “Your nose, your dimples. She'd even make your woobie faces.”

Honestly affronted, Davis frowned. “I don't have a woobie face.”

The fact that he was indeed making the face right now made it even funnier. “She'd have a pout that would just destroy you. Our daughter is going to have you wrapped around her little finger. She's just not going to be our first born.” This time she placed his hand flat over her stomach. “This is your son. We're going to have a son.”

“We're going to have a son.” He repeated. Rolling the phrase over and over again in his head until a smile spread across his face. “I'm going to have a son.” And he'd get to do all the things with his son that no one ever took the time to do with him. Watch as a part of himself grew to be a man, a whole man. “He's going to be better then me.”

It was the way he said. The unmistakable pride in his eye, the conviction in his voice, that had the tears flowing down her cheeks. Despite the tears, her smile was wide. “He's going to be better than both of us.”

--

Existence, after losing her, would be hell—Wuthering Heights

The call didn't come through the operator on the radio. But on his cell, from a very controlled Clark Kent. He hit the lights and sped recklessly through the busy city streets towards The Metropolis Center of Science. The problem was that the closer he got to his destination, the more congested the streets got. And when he realized that getting through would be a problem, the door became a casualty of his fear.

Davis had never run so hard or so fast in his life. He cut through an ally, bulldozed his way through a chain linked fence and would have probably ran through the crowd of people and barricades if someone hadn't grabbed his arm.

“Davis,” Oliver wasn't sure if Davis could hear him or if he was even seeing him, but he had to stop him before he did something stupid.

Unfortunately, Davis didn't see Oliver Queen. He saw the man who loaded an arrow and shot it at him. His hands were at the man's throat before he could utter another word. “What did you do with my wife?”

“Hey,” Cyborg pulled Davis off of Oliver, tried to restrain him, but was pushed off as if he weighed no more than a feather.

Aquaman and Impulse both rushed in only to be tossed aside as well. Recognizing a bad idea when it was presented to her, Black Canary stayed back even as the boys all got back to their feet ready rush in again.

“Wait.” Oliver stepped forward, pulling off his hood and glasses. “Everybody just wait. Davis,” He recognized the shock and the anger on the other man's face. Knew he needed to act quickly before things got worse. “Look, I know that there is nothing I could say right now to make up for what we did to you.”

“No, no. Not we.” Dinah stepped forward. “Them. I had nothing to do with that.”

“Dinah?” It was the voice that Davis recognized, having heard it a lot these pass few weeks. He scanned the other men, the smaller of the four pulling off his hood and glasses. “Bart? You-” The tightening in his chest started. His mind unable to keep up with what was going on. “Where's Chloe?”

“She's in there.” Oliver pointed to the building across the street. “We found out she was in there and just like you we rushed down here to get her out.”

“Why should I believe you?” Davis demanded, his voice rumbling with his anger. “You tried to kill me. You've been at our house.” He pointed an accusing finger at Bart. “Chloe believed you were like a brother to her, was that a lie. Were you just trying to figure out what I am. You didn't have to take her, you didn't have to do this.”

“I swear to you, Davis, we'd never do anything to hurt Chloe.” Bart stressed

“That didn't involve trying to kill her husband.”

Oliver sent Dinah an exasperated look. “That's not really necessary.” Before he could say anything else Clark whooshed in. “Thank God. What's it look like?”

“Chloe and Lois are in there.” But it was clear that everyone already knew that. “They were fine...considering.” There was a collective sigh of relief.

“Someone better tell me what the hell is going on or I swear to God-” The beast was closer then it had been in a long time. “Chloe...the baby....Lois....” Davis knew he had to pull it together, that he'd be no good to Chloe if the monster took control. “My whole family is in there.”

“We're going to get them out, Davis.” Oliver promised. “What else could you get Clark?”

“There's about twenty people holding them, I'd say four or five of them have abilities. I recognized one as the girl Chloe took in after that bus explosion; Bette.”

“Are you...are you meteor infected?” His mind played through all his encounters he had with Clark since they first met. The night of Oliver's party when he grabbed the farm boy's wrist, the pressure he applied. His and Chloe's reception, when he put Clark's arm through the bar, and finally the push/pull episode just a few months ago. He'd nearly put Clark through that building and had nearly gone through one himself. “Or are you...are you like me.”

“That depends. What are you?”

“Clark?” Oliver warned.

“No,” Clark shook Oliver off. “They let everyone but Chloe and Lois out of there. How do we know that whatever is going on doesn't involve him in someway? How do we know that this isn't all happening because of him?”

“Because I haven't done anything.” Davis took his frustration out on the building behind him.

“No one's saying you did.” AC started, only to rethink his statement. “Okay, the rest of us aren't. But, you just put a hole through a brick building. You asked Clark if he was meteor infected or is he was like you. What did you mean?”

Davis resented having to go over this, especially now. But, if Clark was right, and this was because of him. He had to tell the truth. “For as long as I could remember I had these blackouts. I didn't know what caused them, the doctors couldn't explain it either. I had my last one months ago. I remembered being outside Isis and the next thing I knew I was inside. Apparently I have this...thing inside me. Do you remember when you and Lois disappeared?” He asked Clark, who nodded. “I found Lois at the hospital. She said...she said she was my mother. That I was created from....Kryptonian matter....she told me I was created for destruction. Then she stabbed me, put a metal pole right through my chest. Whatever kills me...makes me stronger.”

“You've been lying.” Clark grabbed Davis by the throat. “I knew you were dangerous. You allowed Chloe to stick up for you, knowing you've been lying to her all this time.”

“She knows.” Davis pushed Clark away. “Chloe knows everything I know. I've never lied to her.”

“You told her what you are?” Clark asked in disbelief.

“I told her first about the blackouts, about what I thought was happening. I told her what Lois had told me. She's seen...she's seen my beast. She knows the worst of me.” And still she loved him, married him, carried his child. And now when she needed him most, he was in an alley having a pointless conversation with the people who tried to kill him. “There's no reason for them to be after me. No one, other than Chloe, knows what I am. This thing hasn't even been out in nearly a year.”

“Since you and Chloe started seeing each other.” Victor concluded.

Davis nodded. “Why would they even think to look for me?”

“Because you're not the only one.” Oliver gave Clark a pointed look. “But you were already half-way to figuring that out.”

Davis looked at Clark. “You're-”

“Kryptonian. I came down in the first meteor shower. Same as you.” He saw the question before it could fully form on Davis' lips. Clark shook his head. “No. Chloe doesn't know.”

“Chloe doesn't remember.” Dinah shot out.

“We can't get into that, right now.” Oliver cut off the subject before it could end the only way he knew it could. “We need a plan.”

“You need to let me go in there. Just let me go in there and get my wife. My family.”

“We're going to get her, we're going to get them both out.” Oliver assured him. “We'll figure out what these guys want later, right now I think the most important thing is to get Lois and Chloe out of there safely.” He noticed the looks his team was giving him. “Hey, I recognize when some things are more important than the mission. Come on, we need to get out of this alley before someone sees us.”

The team dispersed, leaving Clark and Davis standing there. “Davis,” It was probably the first time he ever spoke the man's name without contempt lacing his words. “Come on. We'll figure this out. We'll get her back.”

Davis nodded before allowing Clark to superspeed him to the league's temporary set up.

The league's temporary set-up was actually the top floor of the building they'd been hiding behind. And at any other time Davis may have been impressed with what they did with the room in the limited time they had.

“Alright. Let's try to go through this step by step.” Oliver began. “Why were Lois and Chloe at the science center?”

“They were working on a story.” Davis told them.

“Chloe and Lois were tracking the Red-Blue Blur.” Clark interrupted. “Why would they be doing that there.”

Davis shook his head. “Chloe realized that the people who were responsible for the break-ins were looking for something very specific. Which lead her into checking the owners of the vaults that were broken in to.”

“And they all belonged to the MCS.” Oliver concluded.

“Yeah, apparently they kept their stuff in vaults all over the city. Chloe figured it was some kind of precaution to keep them from getting wiped out at one time.”

“Oh, no.” This came from a decidedly pale Clark. “The MCS was opening a new exhibit on the meteor showers. I covered the story for The Planet. They were boasting about finding a few artifacts and they had this mock up of the Kawatche caves. And all this new stuff on Naman and....and...” He looked at Davis. “Segeeth.”

“And Chloe being Chloe and this being Metropolis, connected the Red-Blue Blur with the meteors.” Oliver observed.

“So just to put things in perspective.” Dinah began. “Chloe and Lois were looking into the break-ins that seemed to some way be tied into the MCS, who just happen to be opening a new exhibit on the meteor shower that brought Chloe's husband and best friend here.”

Oliver couldn't help the curling of his lips. “She wasn't lying when she said she was a magnet for the weird and unexplained.”

“Boy, when Chloelicous said I wasn't her type, she was serious.” Bart mumbled dejectedly.

“So they are after us.” Davis concluded. “She kept having this nightmare that something or someone was after me, I told her it was nothing. But she was convinced...”

Clark remembered Chloe's panic, how clingy she became, and her absolute certainty that she was going to lose Davis. “She was convinced that you were going to be taken from her. She knew, somehow she knew.”

“Maybe,” AC began. “She found something out before she lost her memory. It would explain why she was freaking out the way she was.”

Before anyone could respond, Clark's cell went off. Pulling it from his pocket, his face registered his shock at the name he saw. “It's Chloe. Chloe!”

“Clark?” He knew that tone of voice. It was the one Chloe used when she was trying not to let on how upset she really was. And it was comforting, even as it was annoying. “Clark, Lois and I are inside the MCS. Clark you can't-”

“We know. And don't worry, Chlo. We're going to get you out of there.”

Davis could hear her voice, the nerves, the fear. He rushed towards Clark, trying to get the phone from the taller man. “I need to talk to her.”

“Oh God, is that Davis?” Her tears could be heard over the phone. “Clark, please, don't let him...you have to take care of him, Clark...I have to go, promise me, Clark...please....”

“Chlo? Chloe?” Clark realized he was shouting into the phone.

Davis knew she was no longer on the other line, but found himself grabbing the phone from Clark's hand. “Chloe, baby. Son of a bitch!” Davis' first punch took out a brick pillar, but Clark restrained him before he could destroy anything else.

“It's not going to do any good to bring this building down around our heads.” Victor spoke calmly. Which was a feat since Davis' eyes were flashing red. “Davis, you have got to keep it together. Chloe needs you to keep it together.”

“She was so scared.”

“We just need to remember that Lois is with her. And there's nothing that the two of them can't get through together.” Oliver tried to smile. “And out here they have a league of superheroes and two indestructible aliens. We'll get them out, Davis. We're the good guys. And the good guys always win."

Actually, there is cause for alarm. It just won't do any good—Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“This is pointless. Why can't we just go at them head-on?”

“Because the boss told us to do it this way.”

“Well the boss has been off about a lot of things lately.”

They were just kids. The thought repeated itself over and over again in Chloe's head. A group of scared kids, at one time a couple of them had been her kids, obviously in way over their heads. And her biggest worry was that the more afraid they became, the more reckless they would become.

“I don't understand why they had you call Clark.” Lois whispered.

“Makes two of us.” But there was something dancing at the corner of her memory. But whenever she tried to latch on, it passed right through her fingers.

“What are you two whispering about?” The young man-the one the others called Neutron-demanded.

“Nothing.” Chloe answered before her cousin could say anything to make the situation worse. “She asked me how I was, that's all.”

“Well if your boy doesn't get here soon, your health is not going to be an issue.” He turned an accusing glare on Bette. “What's the deal Plastique? You said this guy would rush in here, you said this would be an easy job.”

“You need to calm down.” But Bette's heart was pounding uncontrollably. “He'll be here. But the boss said-”

“Shut up about what the boss said!”

“Everybody just calm down or I'll put you down.”

“I'm not afraid of you Livewire.” He advanced dangerously.

Livewire's hands glowed. “You should be.”

Parasite, who'd been disturbingly quietly, leaned against a suspended foam meteor. “We're not being terribly productive here kids.”

“Look, Chloe.” Bette knelt down so that she could look Chloe in the eye. “We don't want to hurt you. We just want Clark.”

“Why?”

“You know why? And the boss thinks that if we get Clark, we can lure out the other one.”

“Other one what?” Lois demanded.

“The other Kryptonian.” Neutron shouted. “Don't you get it, there's no need to play stupid anymore. We know your boy Kent is an alien.”

“But he wasn't the only one to come down in that meteor shower.” Bette continued to explain calmly to Chloe. Not one of them recognizing the shock on their captives faces. “Our boss has reason to believe that there was another one.”

Clark. They wanted Clark. Chloe hoped they couldn't see the frantic nerves dancing in her eyes. They wanted Clark because he was a super powered alien and they were using her because she knew he was a super powered alien. But how did she know that? Because I've seen it, Chloe thought. Saw with her own eyes when he plucked a car out of the air like it was nothing.

That's why she'd been reluctant to move out of Smallville. That's why Jimmy felt she was keeping something from him. That's why the friendship she'd been building with Lex fell apart so completely. This secret, Clark's secret, was a large part of the person she became. How could she have forgotten something like that? It was Clark's secret that allowed her to accept Davis so readily.

Davis. Chloe could feel the air backing up in her lungs. Oh God, Davis. They wanted the other Kryptonian. And she'd known this as well. She'd hacked the Luthor Corp files, again. She found information on some 'school' as it had been called. As well as the information that lead her to the two Kryptonian theory. She realized what Tess had wanted. And she'd been close, thought she had been so close, to finding a way to free Davis from his beast. But it had all been gone. Her mind completely devoid of everything she found, all the information on Krypton that she knew, gone as if it had never been there in the first place.

And now they were using her, to get to Clark, in order to get to Davis. If she weren't so afraid, she'd laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Because it meant that they weren't aware of Davis, just his existence. Unfortunately for them odds were they were going to get both Kryptonians. And one of them was going to be a lot more then they could handle.

“Bette, listen to me. You don't want to do this.”

“I have to do this.”

“No you don't." Chloe tried to address them all. "None of you do. You're being lied to. Don't you realize that there is something more going on here then what you're being told.”

“Shut her up, Plastique.” Neutron advanced. “Shut her up or I will.”

“No, Chloe, you don't get it. Clark is a savior and all my boss wants is to get him to realize it. We're doing something good here.”

“By breaking into banks and killing people.” Lois demanded.

“Look, that was out of our control.” Neutron insisted. "We weren't responsible for those."

“Lois.” Knowing when she was looking at someone who was on the brink and this Neutron kid was definitely on the brink, Chloe censored her cousin. “Bette, please, I'm pregnant. I can't be in a situation like this.” Especially when her husband would likely be spiking out and busting through walls any minute now. “Let us go.”

“I'm sorry, Chloe.” And Bette genuinely appeared to be sorry. “But I can't go against the boss.”

Chloe nodded. “Okay, but...just let me call my husband. I have to let him know that I'm okay. Please.”

“You already talked to him. And you nearly ruined everything.”

Chloe looked at Neutron, the kid seemed to be in a permanent state of near freak out. “Clark? Clark's not my husband.” And if the looks exchanged between the group was anything to go by, none of them were aware of this fact. “I'm married to Davis Bloome. Bette, you met him. The EMT who helped you.”

Parasite seemed to finally take interest in what was going on. “Plastique?”

“I wasn't the one who was suppose to be tailing her.” Bette, like the rest of her teammates, turned to Neutron.

“Tall broody dark haired guy. All I had was a half-ass description.” Neutron defended.

“It doesn't matter,” Bette reasoned. “The guy took a fireball in the back for her, I'm sure he'll come speeding in here. Nothings changed.”

“It has if he wanted her and she married someone else.” Livewire argued.

“Clark and I have been friends for....he's my best friend.” Chloe tried to explain. “That's it. But my husband, he'll be worried about me. Please.” Neutron, Chloe could tell, was decidedly against this idea. Parasite was unreadable, Livewire was wavering, and Bette appeared to be her best choice. “Just to let him know I'm alright.”

“Come on, guys.” Bette began. “She's pregnant, the guy's probably worried sick. What could it hurt?”

“I say let her call.” Parasite surprised everyone by speaking up.

Livewire nodded, approaching Chloe with the phone they took from her earlier.

“No,” Neutron objected. “This is a bad idea.”

“Your outvoted, Neutron.” Parasite turned to Chloe. “Let her call her husband.”

Chloe knew when there was something left off the end of a statement. And the look Parasite was giving her was more than a little discomforting, but at the moment she wasn't concerned with anything but getting Davis on the phone. She dialed the number quickly, Davis picked up mid-way through the first ring. “Davis.”

“Chloe, baby. Oh my God, baby, are you okay? Is Lois, okay?”

There was a growl in his voice, but she heard more Davis then the beast. “We're fine. We're all fine. Davis, I need you-” To stay away. To keep the beast at bay. To come get her. To make everything alright. “I need you to be okay.” She really hoped he knew what she was saying. Hoping that her voice would help to calm him.

“Don't worry about me. Everything is going to be okay, Chloe, I promise.”

She could hear the tears in his voice and it broke something inside of her. “I love you.” Chloe could barely breathe over her sobs and realized her words may have just been incoherent babbling. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. It's going to be okay, Chloe. I swear it will.”

Chloe could do no more than cry into the phone as Davis continued to whisper soothing words to her. At the moment all she wanted to do was curl around the phone and just listen to his voice.

Lois fought back her own tears. She'd never seen her cousin so torn up. She didn't know what Davis was saying, it didn't seem to matter, because she doubted her cousin was actually hearing the words. At a certain point, Chloe seemed to become hysterical, emphatically shaking her head as if he could see her. It actually surprised her that Chloe was allowed to talk to her husband for as long as she was. But eventually, Chloe's sobs seemed to subside, and she hung up the phone without it having to be pried from her hands.

Lois was never good in tense situations. Her go-getter personality-which was often mistaken for being a pain in the ass-did not lend itself to sitting around quietly waiting for others to fix the situation. Especially when the situation involved herself and her very pregnant cousin being held by a group of unbalanced teenagers. “I hate to be a buzz kill.”

“Oh sweet Jesus.” Closing her eyes, Chloe sent up a silent prayer that her cousin would suddenly be struck mute.

“You tripped the silent alarms when you came in. This place is surrounded by the police and the media. And let's say your little meteor baby theory is true, what do you expect Clark to do; walk up to the barricades and announce that he's got the situation under control because he's the alien savior you all are looking for and then waltz right in here.” Lois kept her mind on the matter at hand and decided not to dwell on the fact that Clark may or may not be from another planet. Because at this point the lunatics holding them hostage believed it and they were her main concern at this point. “And the other...what did you call it Kryptonian, how exactly are you planning on luring him out.” At their blank looks, Lois rolled her eyes. "Please tell me we're not honestly working on Clark making an announcement and hoping that it gets out to number 2. And if so, to what end?"

"Lois is right," Chloe quickly latched on to her cousins line of thought. "On the off chance that you lure out this supposed other Kryptonian, what then. Are they suppose to kiss and be family? Or is your boss expecting something else to happen?"

Livewire, who seemed to be the most level headed of the group, turned to face Lois. “What do you mean?”

“If the two Kryptonians decide not to play happy families then what." Lois tossed out, only to continue to receive blank looks. "Was this a seek and destroy or a bag and tag? What's the exit strategy geniuses?”

It hit Chloe and Lois at nearly the same moment that there was no exit plan. Which-when they considered the group holding them captive-was major cause for worry.

“They have no idea how they're getting out of here.” Lois mumbled so only Chloe could hear.

“Caught that, too, huh.”

“I'm beginning to get the impression that we may be getting screwed with here.” An already amped up Neutron began to pace the floor.

“I'm beginning to think your right.”

Bette looked at the other members of her team. “How can you guys say something like that? The boss kept us out of prison.”

“The boss,” Livewire came forward. “Sent us in here with some half baked plan of finding two aliens that managed to avoid detection from the American government. Is that really what you want to think? Because I can tell you right now that was not the plan.”

“Livewire's right.” Neutron latched onto that almost immediately. “There's something gnarly about this whole thing. Come on, Plastique, you've got to realize that.”

Seeing that Bette wasn't quite sure what to think, Chloe saw an opportunity to try to talk their way out of this. “Your smarter then this, Bette. Your boss, whoever that is, is using you. Bring Clark here, to lure the other Krpytonian. Why? This boss of yours is setting up for something-”

“And setting you bunch of nimrods up to deal with the fall out when two alien beings meet in a battle royal.”

Chloe dropped her head in her hands. No one could make matters worse the way her cousin could.

---

You should have loved a god; I am but dust—Richard Aldington

It was an odd situation, Dinah thought as she glanced around at the men in the room. A week ago-actually it was more like earlier today-she was still adamant that she'd never spend another moment with the league of heroes. She'd been slowly rebuilding her relationship with Chloe, she could see that there had been a spark of recognition in her old friend. And she got to know Davis a bit, mainly through Chloe.

The woman was so disgustingly in love with her own husband that Dinah briefly reconsidered their friendship. But then she called in the middle of one of their arguments, something about the baby's room and whatever the hell a lightsaber mobile was, and for Dinah it had been hysterical. Chloe had been clearly making a point of ignoring him, every once in a while an insult would be tossed out then Chloe would go back to talking to her as if nothing was wrong. She especially appreciated the 'Dinah, did you know my husband was a dumbass' comments. She was practically howling by the time Davis grabbed the phone, told her his wife needed a spanking and a nap to ease her foul mood before promptly hanging up the phone.

It had been Bart that called her, telling her that Chloe was in trouble. What had her turning up in full Canary gear was the fact that he wasn't calling as a team member, but as a friend. The boys had beat her there, all of them itching to get their Watchtower back. By the time Davis showed up, she was prepared for things to slip completely out of control.

The other boys might not have guessed, but Dinah was very aware of the fact that AC was quite simply in love with Chloe. It wasn't like with Bart, that open lust and infatuation. No, for dolphin boy it had been a quiet yearning. After the word, or email as it were, got out that the wedding to Jimmy was off, Dinah thought she'd never seen AC so happy. She knew he planned to take Chloe to Hawaii hoping she'd start to see him as more than a friend and teammate. The night of Oliver's benefit, the last time she'd seen any of them, poor Aquaman was hit with a one-two punch. Not only was Chloe in love with someone else, she had no memory of their friendship.

And now here they all were. AC trying not to belay the fear that was so like Davis', or so he thought. Maybe she had as well. But then Davis had gotten Chloe's phone call. When he slid down the wall, all but folded into himself, and battling back tears Dinah realized none of them were going through what he was. Which was why none of them said anything when he walked away from them, it was understood that he needed a few moments alone.

“You okay with playing watchtower, AC?”

Even though everyone was itching to 'storm the castle' as it were, the team realized that it was in the best interest of Chloe and Lois to form an actual plan. Clark, with Bart's help, had rushed over to the clock tower and grabbed a few things so they could set up a visual of the MCS. Before they went in they needed to be sure that Clark's initial assessment was accurate as well as set up eyes on the outside to be sure no one entered the building after them. The whole set up only took moments, but for a group of friends and heroes it seemed like forever.

“Don't worry, I've got you guys covered.”

“Oliver.” Clark stepped forward hesitantly. “Do you really think its a good idea to take Davis in with us?”

“For this plan to work,” Oliver nodded. “Yes I do. But more importantly he's fast, he's strong, and he can protect Chloe and Lois without getting hurt. It's like taking another you in there.”

“Another me with a uncontrollable beast inside.”

“That he hasn't let loose.” Dinah argued. “And it seems to me that if ever he was going to snap and well...beast out, now would be the time.”

“That's his wife.” Bart, who was the only one in the room who actually spent any real time with Chloe and Davis, spoke firmly.

Victor nodded. “We can't keep him out. It wouldn't be right.”

From his corner of the room, Davis could hear but decided to ignore the meeting that took place not far from him. His hand kept going to the package held inside his jacket. It was one of the first things he ordered for the baby, one of the things he ordered without telling Chloe because for the longest time she wouldn't let him buy anything. Picked it up....no more than an hour ago. It seemed to him like a lifetime had passed.

Davis waited until the others seemed to begin their own preparations before approaching AC. “Hey, can I, uh, I need you to hold on to something for me.”

AC hesitated. He hated this man; not for what he was but what he had. And maybe it wasn't really hate, more of a burning resentment. One he was aware he needed to battle through at a time like this. “Sure, dude.” He tried to make his tone as casual as possible. “But you should know this get up doesn't really lend itself to pockets.”

Davis' lips curled slightly. “It's just,” He pulled a package from the inside of his jacket. “Make sure Chloe gets this.”

Catching the tone, AC frowned. He really didn't like the way Davis made that statement. “Davis?”

“It's not like that. I just...if something happens to the jacket this...” He looked down at the package he was holding. Davis had already opened it, he'd been too excited to wait when the store called and told him it was in. And he wanted to make sure it got to Chloe, wanted more than anything to see the smile that would light her face. “I just want to make sure nothing happens to it.”

No, AC thought as he watched Davis go back to his corner of the room, he really didn't like what he saw in the other man's eyes.

---

“Ow.” Lois flinched at the tight twisting in her side. She turned accusing eyes on her cousin, but was quickly silenced.

“It'll be okay, Lois, just breathe through the pain.” Despite, or maybe because, of the discomfort in her lower back and stomach Chloe's voice was full of anxiousness.

It took a moment but Lois eventually caught on, doubling over and moaning in pain.

“What's wrong with her!” Neutron demanded.

“Nothing.” Chloe's eyes were full of hatred. “She'll be fine once she takes her inhaler. Lois do you have your inhaler?”

Realizing she was experiencing the wrong symptoms, Lois clutched her chest and began wheezing. She shook her head, making sure to angle herself so that the others couldn't really see her. It was hard to keep the smile off of her face. She couldn't believe she missed that look in her cousin's eye, but it was good to see it there now. There was something else there as well. Chloe was good at hiding what she felt. But Lois knew her cousin, she knew when there was something wrong.

“Oh God,” Chloe began to look around frantically. “She always does this. Why do you always do this?” The tears began to fall heavily. “Just hold on, Lo, okay. Please just hold on.”

“She can't die.” Neutron began to pace frantically. “Those guards...we didn't have anything to do with that. But if she dies...”

“Calm down, Neutron.” Parasite seemed to be finding the whole situation terribly funny. “Kids.” This was said to Chloe, as if the whole thing was a cute little event.

“He's right, Parasite.” Livewire began to eye Lois warily. “This is gone a little far. Kent is obviously not showing up. We have to get out of this.”

“It's been what, an hour.” Parasite rolled his eyes. “You guys are such wusses.”

“Chloe's husband.” Bette announced suddenly. “He's an EMT.”

“No.” Chloe voiced her objection. “Please.”

“I like this idea.” Parasite seemed to become giddy at the prospect. “Get the husband in here. And once he is, Mrs. EMT is going to make another phone call. Let's see her try to warn her alien buddy when those nice men over there are holding a gun to her honey's head.”

---

“Why didn't you leave?”

Davis had been sitting quietly under a window flipping through pictures on his phone when Clark's voice suddenly pulled him back. “What?”

“After you found out what you were, why didn't you just go away somewhere? Why did you have to drag Chloe into your life?”

A lot of the pictures Davis had on his phone of Chloe, she'd been unaware of him taking. Pictures of her staring intently at her laptop, smiling after her first sip of coffee in the morning, taking a nap on the couch, looking through the baby clothes she finally allowed him to start buying; all the little moments he learned early to never take for granted.

“It's the way she says my name. Like...like...like it's an endearment. I love her. The day I met her...I heard her voice, I saw her, and....I loved her.” Davis ran his hand roughly through his hair. For as long as he lived, he'd never forget that instant, that one moment in time, when he looked through a cloud of smoke and destruction and pain and saw only Chloe. He thought she was an angel. Knew that she was everything. “I thought....I just wanted to be a part of her life, thought I could live happily the rest of my life just being near her. Then she said my name.” He ignored the tears that slipped down his cheek.

“Chloe has a way,” Clark began slowly. “She's special. And she has a way of making the people around her feel special.”

“The first time she saw...the first time she saw the beast...my beast...” He paused, because all he remembered from that night was waking up surrounded by her scent, seeing her eyes, and feeling for the first time in his life like he was safe. “She saw me. She never stopped seeing me. Never stopped saying my name in that way she has.”

That, Clark knew, was Chloe. She loved whole heartedly, completely. Better than anyone he knew that.

“I told her I didn't think we should be together. That she was better off moving in with Lois. I wanted her to have a chance at a normal life.” But she told him, she didn't want a life that didn't include him. “I told her to leave because I wasn't strong enough to do it. I wasn't strong enough to walk away from her. But I am now.”

“What are you talking about, Davis?”

“My biggest fear was that one day this thing would completely take over. That Davis Bloome would cease to exist and there would just be this monster left.” His fingers danced over the screen of his phone, over a picture of Chloe's sleeping face. “There's a good chance, Clark, that when I go in there when I see what they've been doing to her....this beast....if that happens....” His eyes met Clark's. “You can't let that happen.”

“What are you asking me, Davis?”

Davis stood until he and Clark were eye to eye. A feeling of pain and loss ran through him so strongly he nearly fell to his knees. But he remained standing, stood firmly in his decision. “I think you know.”

---

Parasite began to bounce on the balls of his feet. “And here's hubby now.” He shot a wide grin over his shoulder at Chloe. “He's very stoic, you should be proud.” His laugh was a little manic. “He really is a broody looking son of bitch isn't he?”

The discomfort had worked it's way up into a cramping, causing Chloe to shift her position. “You should see him when he's pissed.”

“What is he going to do, grow bangs and pout? Neutron, open the door for our new guest.”

“Davis Bloome, I presume.” Parasite was quick to jump into Davis' path the moment the EMT stepped into the center.

“You might want to stay out of my way.” Davis mumbled as he pushed past the mouthy kid to make his way towards Chloe and Lois. He knew he had to make his way to Lois, but he couldn't keep his eyes off his wife, and fought as best he could not to drop in front of her and gather her in his arms. “How many times do we have to tell you about that inhaler, Lois?” He crouched in front of her. He pulled a small oxygen tank out of his bag, attached a mask, and settled it on her face. “Make sure to hold it like this.” He brought both of Lois' hands up to the side of her face, making sure the plugs he put in her ears were covered.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Chloe reached out to grab her husband and pull him into her arms.

Davis could feel the trembling wracking her system and tried his best to soothe her. “It's okay. It'll be okay.” His words were murmured softly against her ear. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“Davis.” Chloe's words were muffled against his neck. “There's something wrong. It hurts...it hurts so much.”

His hands had already been running over her body, he felt the tension in her stomach, moving his hands lower they came away sticky and wet. At the sight of blood, Davis' eyes flashed red. “Chloe. Call Clark.”

Not realizing what he was walking into, Parasite leaned over Davis' shoulder. “You see, that's all we've been trying to get her to do.” He started to hand the cellphone back to Chloe.

Davis felt the pounding in his heart. Wanted nothing more than to turn around and rip the bastards head off his shoulders. “Chloe.” He voice was an animalistic growl. Taking the cell, he crushed it. “Call Clark. Now.”

---

“That's Chloe.”

The words were barely out of Clark's mouth before he was grabbing Black Canary and speeding into the MCS. It would seem as though no time passed at all between Chloe speaking Clark's name and Canary's piercing scream. Cyborg and Impulse moved in immediately. The Green Arrow ziplined through a window but stayed up top, moving quickly adding to the confusion taking place below.

As planned, Clark moved directly to Chloe and Lois who were being covered by Davis. The back of Davis' jacket was in shreds, a sign of the damage he protected the cousins from.

“She's bleeding, Clark.”

Clark could barely recognize Davis' voice, when the other man turned he could see that his eyes were red. There was a rippling under his skin, but Chloe was clinging to him absolutely certain that she would be protected.

“Get her out of here, Clark. Get them both out.”

Making sure to cradle Chloe safely, Clark settled Lois over his shoulder and sped both girls out of the building. Ignoring Chloe's cries for her husband, he didn't stop until he reached the hospital.

---

We do not remember days; we remember moments—Cesare Pavese

Nothing seemed to settle down. Clark stayed at the hospital, he had the entire league in his ear telling him the situation was covered and he needed to stay with Chloe. They rushed Chloe immediately into a procedure room, neither Clark or Lois had been allowed to go with her. He chalked it up to worry for Chloe that kept Lois from firing questions at him. He'd never seen her so quiet, never knew her to be so still.

Lois wanted to be badgering Clark. She wanted to be pacing the hall and bugging the hell out of anyone for answers on her cousin. She wanted to be back at the MCS standing out front with Chloe covering their story. Lois wanted to be anywhere doing anything other than where she was doing what she was doing.

“She wants Davis here.” Lois spoke the words softly. “That's what she needs.”

“He's going to get here.” Clark spoke the words as if trying to convince them both. “I realize now that nothing is more important to Davis then Chloe and the baby. He's going to be here.”

They fell into another silence, both glancing up anxiously at the sound of footsteps only to be disappointed repeatedly when no one stopped in front of them. The fight at the MCS was still going on, the noise in Clark's ear was more like a buzzing for all his concentration was focused on Chloe.

“He's the other Kryptonian, isn't he. What you are...Davis is too.” Clark didn't have to answer, Lois had seen the change in Davis' eyes, heard the growl in his voice, and had seen what was done to his back when Clark threw her over his shoulder. “Only Chloe.”

“Boyscout.” The Green Arrow's voice sounded in Clark's ear. “You need to get your ass back here. Now.”

“Lois.”

“Go, Clark.” She waved a hand at him absently. Too much had gone on today, too much in such a short period of time; Lois couldn't be bothered to hear more. “Just go.”

It was long after Clark left that a doctor approached Lois. “You're here with Mrs. Bloome. I'm Doctor Morrison.” His eyes scanned the room. “Where is Mr. Bloome?”

Lois quickly jumped to her feet. “He's on his way. Can I see Chloe? Is she okay?”

“I'm sorry. Mr. Bloome is the next of kin and we can only speak with him.”

“Like hell. You have five seconds to tell me what's going on or I swear to God I'll bring this entire hospital down around your ears.”

“Sister?”

“Cousin.” Lois' lips curled in a sad wavering smile. “She threaten to walk out of here, didn't she?”

“She vowed that I'd regret the day I ever decided to practice medicine. But I promise the decision to sedate her came long before that.”

Lois gave a watery laugh. “Thank you.”

Dr. Morrison nodded. “Right this way.”

---

Chloe hated vacuuming. She hated in a very personal way, in the same way she resented doing the wash. It was just one of those never ending things that seemed so pointless but had to be done. But she hated even more that she was dragging while Davis was already finished with both bathrooms and was starting on the kitchen while she was still pushing the stupid vacuum around the room that would soon become the nursery.

In all fairness, Davis had offered to clean the whole apartment, even though she was the one who insisted the place needed be cleaned-despite the manager assuring them it had already been cleaned-before they moved in. But as far as the actual moving would go, she wouldn't be helping much, or at all since Davis made her promise to go out with Lois while he had Mike and his brother and Bart help him. So she cleaned because she wanted to have some part in moving into their new apartment that didn't include giving him directions while he rearranged the furniture.

The problem was he was having her vacuum. What was worse he had her vacuuming wood floors. And Chloe did not believe in vacuuming wood floors, like just did not believe in vacuuming wood floors the same way she didn't believe the legal drinking age should be twenty-one as opposed to eighteen. So with her earbuds in she set about the vacuuming the same way she went about everything else; just because she didn't like it didn't mean she wouldn't do a good job.

The good thing was Davis was in a disturbingly cheerful mood. And she was grateful because he'd been down right pissy the last week or so. It was the first time he really got upset with her, even to the point of not speaking to her. But she stood her ground. His unrelenting need to buy...well anything that was remotely baby related was ridiculous. As was his want to buy an apartment with three bedrooms so there'd be room for a second baby when the first wasn't even fully developed.

Of course she had wanted the bigger apartment as well, she was thinking more office then second nursery but it was besides the point. That being a matter of what they could afford. She understood that he had quite a bit of savings-working since he was fifteen and living with the barest of essentials until they met. Just as she knew that the savings expanded when they combined their accounts after they were married. But he handed Lois a check for a nice sum of money for the wedding-over her objections.

So when he tried to dip into the savings to pay for an apartment they frankly did not need, well she put her foot down. And was rewarded with a sulking husband, who refused to see her logic on saving until they could buy a house. She kind of resented that he wouldn't speak to her but would climb in the bed and slide into her like he hadn't pouted through dinner. But she couldn't blame him, it wasn't really his fault he didn't know how to have a proper relationship fight. And she didn't have the heart-or the lack of sense-to tell him that bringing her to orgasm only once in the shower wasn't exactly a punishment; a conclusion she came to after complaining to her cousin who responded by calling her a depraved ingrate.

That, however, was all behind him because while she was silently cursing the fact that she was stuck vacuuming, Davis was moving happily around the apartment with a large grin on his face and singing along with his iPod. He came into the room and wrapped his arms around her waist, she could see his lips forming the words of whatever he was singing but she couldn't hear him-which was why he was singing-then she felt those words against her neck when he buried his face there. It was a quick moment, a little thing he always did when they cleaned as if to assure himself that she was there, before he started to back out of the room. The baby had moved.

It was a situation that was funny to everyone who wasn't her husband. The baby was at his most active during the day, but whenever Davis was around all movement stopped. He had yet to feel his son move and it was driving him crazy. “Davis!”

“What!”

“The baby,”

“What!”

Realizing they were shouting at one another like two idiots Chloe yanked both their earphones out. “The baby, the baby moved.”

“Really,” He grinned wildly as he dropped to his knees so he could press his cheek and his hands to her belly. “Are you sure it was the baby and not like gas or something?”

They remained that way until her back began to ache and he lead her down to Lois' apartment so she could sit down. He remained at her feet, not moving when Lois came in and asked what the hell they were doing or when Lois walked back out mentioning something about a date or when Chloe got bored and dozed off. She didn't know how long she was out, but when she eased back into consciousness he was still there, speaking softly to her belly, so she kept her eyes close.

“ 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you tell China and Africa meet, And the rivers jump over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street'. That's a W.H. Auden poem. Well a couple of lines from one anyway.”

She knew he'd been speaking for quite a while now, something Davis was not often want to do. But there was a bit of a rasp to his voice, yet she knew he'd continue to talk until he felt his child move.

“But it's my promise to you, kid. Never a day will go by that you won't know that your father loves you more than anything in the world. Okay.”

And she felt the movement again, that little light fluttering that was greater then anything she ever felt before. Chloe said nothing as she took in Davis' beaming face and thought maybe she wouldn't hold such ill feelings toward vacuuming any longer.

---

“What's going on?” Clark demanded the second he came back into the MCS.

The room was an absolute wreck. All of the armed men were lined up on their stomachs on the floor, hands held behind them with plastic wrist straps. Cyborg was guarding the others, what looked like an electric field surrounded them.

“Destroyer is gone.” Even through the voice modifier, the anxiety in The Green Arrow's voice was obvious. “There was a shape shifter and a leech. He grabbed Impulse, but thanks to Destroyer he couldn't drain him. But it was enough for him to grab the shape shifter and take off.”

“What does that have to do with Destroyer?”

“He threatened Chloe.” Canary informed him.

Clark didn't need to hear anymore. The second the leech took off, Davis wouldn't have been too far behind. Davis, Clark knew, would kill the kid. The beast would see to it. “I have to find him.”

“We sent Impulse out.”

“And it was pointless.” Impulse sped back into the building, a very sick looking girl in his arms. “The leech dropped her somewhere along the way. But him and Destroyer were long gone.”

“I can find them.” I will find them, Clark vowed silently. He couldn't allow Davis to kill this kid. He'd given his word to both Davis and Chloe. And now he knew exactly what it was they had been asking of him. Chloe wanted Clark to keep Davis from loosing himself that way. And Davis wanted Clark to destroy him when he crossed that line. Different things, but to the same end. Both Chloe and Davis realized that there were certain things they wouldn't be able to bounce back from.

“Aquaman and Canary get to Watchtower.” Green Arrow ordered. “Cyborg and Impulse make sure our special friends get to their new home safely. Let the cops sort out the rest of them. Boyscout and I will find Destroyer.”

“I'm already gone.” Aquaman's voice confirmed.

“If you decide you need us.” Impulse gave a quick grin as he lifted the shape shifter again. “Give a holler.” Then he was gone.

Cyborg lifted Plastique and Neutron effortlessly. “When we're done, we're going to head to Watchtower. Unless we hear otherwise from you.”

Canary waited for the others to leave before approaching Boyscout and Arrow. “If I find out the three of you did something stupid...”She let the threat hang before running towards the back of the building.

---

"What about Samuel?"

"Sam Bloome? Doesn't it sound kind of like-"

"Yeah. Joseph?"

"Maybe. I like Rueben."

The bed was covered in books. Chloe set propped up against the headboard, several pillows tucked behind her back. Davis was at the closet, ironing his uniform for work the next day. His iPod was docked and Staind's So Far Away was playing through the apartment.

“I don't understand why you don't want him to have your name.”

Davis moved his shoulders restlessly. He didn't really want to have this conversation, but he knew his wife and understood that he wouldn't be able to avoid it. “Because,”

“Because what? Davis.” She waited until he looked up from the ironing board. “Come here. Talk to me.”

It took him longer then it should have. But he went through the motions of laying his uniform over the back of a chair, breaking down the board, and setting the iron aside to cool as if in slow motion. She waited him out. He didn't expect her to do otherwise. He sat on her side of the bed so that they were hip to hip. “It's just, sometimes, and maybe more the closer we get to the baby being born...sometimes...I feel like I...I feel like I don't really exist. Like Davis Bloome doesn't exist. Sometimes, it's almost like I can hear it-the beast, you know-in my head. Telling me that I'm just a mask, a cover, nothing more than a camouflage. A shell. And when I can block those thoughts,” When he was with her, when she looked at him and made him real. “I can't escape the fact that my name...it's a throwaway, Chloe. Just a label slapped on me, could have just as well been pulled out of a hat.”

“Is that why you suggested I keep my last name?”

In a move that he no longer seemed able to control, Davis' hand went to her belly and he gave a brief nod. “A suggestion you ignored. I just want our kid to have a name that means something.”

Chloe pulled on his hand until she could frame his face in her hands. “I'm looking at you. I married you. I love you. Everything about you is real, Davis. If you were just a cover...what would stop the beast from taking control.”

And that was his greatest fear. The beast, it wanted her. Craved her the way a man would crave a woman. And there were times when they made love, Davis could hear the beast whispering inside his head. Demanding that he take more of her, take her faster, harder. Take her in ways her body would in no way be able to handle. It drove home the fact that the beast was there at all times, but when the beast was in control Davis Bloome ceased to exist. “I can't allow it to take over. I can't allow it to get near you.”

“And that's what makes you real. What you feel for me, for our son, that's what makes you real, Davis. A shell couldn't love us the way you do.”

Closing the distance between them, Davis pressed his lips to hers. He didn't tell her-didn't know if he ever would-that she made him real. That he didn't truly exist before her. And that without her, he wouldn't want to.

“And if you don't want our son to be Davis Bloome Jr. I understand. But just for the record, no matter how it came about, for our son the name Davis Bloome will mean something. Because it's his father's name.” She waited for that statement to sink in before pulling back and picking up one of the many books spread out around them. “Now are you going to help me narrow down these choices or what?”

Davis grinned as he took the book and laid out besides her on the bed. She was right. A shell couldn't love her the way he did. A shell couldn't know the fear that paralyzed him at just the thought of losing her.

---

“The baby's in the NICU.” Lois explained to AC and Dinah in as calm a voice as she could manage. “They say Chloe went into...Dr. Morrison called it preterm labor. They couldn't slow it down or stop it, so they delivered him.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Dinah asked hesitantly. It had to be asked. But she didn't know if she was prepared for the answer.”

“Dr. Gibson, she's the doctor from the NI, she said his chances were good. Better than most...” When she could no longer control the tears, Lois allowed herself to be pulled against AC for support. She hadn't seen him yet, they wouldn't allow her to see him yet. Lois considered arguing, but it occurred to her that Chloe hadn't seen him either. And it didn't seem right to Lois for her to see the baby before his parents.

“And Chloe?”

“She's out. After the baby was delivered, she lost consciousness...Dr. Morrison said it's a combination of blood loss and exhaustion...”

They continued to talk in low tones. But then talking became too much and they found they had to be doing. Paced the corridors, made unnecessary trips to the cafeteria. Eventually Chloe was admitted and moved to a private room. Lois found an area safe to use her cell so she could call her Uncle Gabe and the General, before going back and parking herself besides her cousin's bed. Dinah decided to pass herself off as Lucy Lane and head down to the NICU to see if she could get anymore information. AC went to Chloe and Davis' apartment to retrieve the bag Lois swore Chloe would need once she was awake.

Bart and Victor showed up just as AC arrived back at the hospital. Dinah arrived back outside Chloe's room just as the boys did.

“They not buy you as Lucy?” AC gave a teasing grin.

“No, they believed I was her. They still wouldn't give me any information. They also told me they were sick of being threatened by the women in this family. So...Anything?”

“They're off line, man.” Bart's voice was a low whisper. “Like way off. When we couldn't get them on the comm, we headed straight here.”

“I hate to say this-”

“Dude. Then don't.”

Dinah cut AC a dirty look before continuing with her line of thought. “But how do we know they didn't just walk right into another trap?”

Victor nodded, because he'd thought of that as well. “Because they cut communication. None of the comms were destroyed, the signal didn't go off like it would if they were forced to disconnect. Whatever the three of them are doing, they don't want us to know about it.”

Lois stepped out of Chloe's room and came down the hall towards the group of heroes. “The doctor will be back out in a minute. Chloe's waking up and I need good news to give her.” But she could see from their faces that they had none. “Please guys, help me. What am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to tell her that her husband is missing?”

---

There is a pleasure sure, in being mad, which none but madmen know—John Dryden

Davis never lost sight of his target. At first the little bastard tried speeding away, he didn't count on Davis being able to keep up with him. Nor did it occur to him that Bart's body was made to handle that kind of speed, while his was not, and he could not keep up the pace. So he tried the shape shifting. Weaving in and out of pedestrian traffic in an attempt to get lost. An attempt that failed spectacularly.

There was no denying that this was a hunt. And everything about Davis' body seemed to be built for this. He could hear the erratic beat of the kid's heart, smell the fear emanating from every pore, and could see the shifting whenever he took on another visage. At some point the beast and the man merged, both hunting the same man to different ends.

It did not escape Davis' notice when they fled Metropolis and subsequently Kansas as well. He felt the tug, knew it was Chloe trying to pull him back. The kid was out of Kansas, away from Chloe, that's all that mattered. But whenever that thought began to sway him, the beast would push forward and knock it away: He can always come back. You have to make sure he doesn't come back. Then he'd think of his son, his fear and concern growing as he considered the things that could have caused Chloe's bleeding. End this, the beast would whisper, End this and you can get back to them. So he'd push forward with determination. Lying to himself that when this was all over he could go back to them.

Davis knew there was no going back. Not from where he was headed.

---

The fact that she could recognize that she was in a hospital before she fully regained consciousness no longer bothered Chloe as it once did. It was no less a depressing discovery then the first time, but it was nothing she could change now. Her life, thus far, had been a series of unfortunate accidents and near death experiences.

Davis once mused how it was funny that they met in one of the few catastrophes in Metropolis that she had not been involved in.

“It's a good thing, because if I remember correctly I was looking pretty good.” She'd given him a wide teasing grin. “You might not have noticed me if I was one of the bruised and bloodied injured.”

At that point his eyes had become shades darker and as intense as she'd ever seen them. For long moments he said nothing, just looking at her with those wonderful brown eyes. Then his lips curled, the smile working it's way slowly to his eyes. “Yes I would have.”

It was a moment she'd likely never forget. Because she'd loved him then, loved him even though he was not her husband, on that night he hadn't even been her boyfriend. But she loved him. And realized that she had loved him from the moment she laid eyes on him. So in that moment she understood-despite the fact that she had been engaged to Jimmy-that there was nothing in the world that could make her give up Davis.

Maybe that was why she no longer held regrets. Everything in her life, every tear, every hospital stay lead her to Davis. Didn't mean she'd be happy to never see the inside of a hospital for as long as she lived. Those first few moments always sucked. The poking and the prodding by the well-meaning but none-the-less annoying techs. Then the doctors flashing lights in her eyes and asking questions her fuddled mind couldn't exactly wrap itself around.

When she first started to wake up, she recognized her cousin's....presence, she figured was the right term. And she tried to stop her from shooting out of the room to get the doctor, but Lois was out the door before Chloe could even think to form the words. When the doctor came in she got to experience the ever fun 'Charlie Brown and the Adult' conversation. And it seemed her mind slid away again in defense.

It was funny that her memory had been clearer when she first came to consciousness than it was after the short nap. A lot of what happened inside the science center was fuzzy, the entire trip to the hospital was a blur. She remembered being in a procedure room, the doctor was concerned about the baby. Something about him being under stress...the labor starting...being unable to stop it. It seemed like such a terrible nightmare. But just as before she realized at once that she was in the hospital and Lois was beside her. She was able to turn her head, to see her cousin's tear stained face. And Chloe hoped to God it wasn't as bad as Lois' tears made it out to be.

“Davis?” The word was a whisper from her lips. “Where is...is he with the baby....is he with Declan?”

Lois gave a watery smile. “Declan? I thought that would be the name you guys chose.”

Chloe knew her cousin well enough to know that she was stalling. “Lo. Lois, where...Davis...the baby...where are they?”

---

The kid wasn't nearly as smart as he thought he was. Davis had been following him long enough to realize the boy had no idea what he was doing. He tried running again, so Davis ran after him. It wasn't long before he had to stop. Davis wanted to explain to him that whatever Bart was, which was clearly different from himself and Clark or the other meteor types, his body was equipped to handle the speed at which he could move. The meteor infected-like the one he was chasing-could not maintain it. But Davis said nothing, because he also knew that the body could get so run down the brain's ability to function correctly falters as well.

And as expected, the bastard made a mistake.

The forethought wasn't there, the survival instinct not as sharp as it otherwise would have been, and he turned a corner to find himself alone in an alley with no way out of it.

The two of them squared off. Parasite knew it would be dangerous, but he took a chance and tried using the speed he absorbed. It was a futile effort as Davis reached out and grabbed him before he could get out of the alley, tossed him back in as if he were weightless. Parasite tried pumping himself up a bit more, tried again, but found himself in the same position as before.

“You try that one more time your heart is going to explode.” Davis warned.

Which to Parasite sounded a whole hell of lot better then being ripped to shreds. “Shouldn't you be getting back to the wife. With the way she was bleeding it would be prudent for you to get back there. Who knows, her and the kid might have bit it if you wait too much longer.”

Davis took one step forward, but somehow managed to hold himself in check. “Who sent you after them?”

“Yeah, I'm going to tell you that.” Parasite wasn't feeling as cavalier as he spoke, but he needed to buy himself some time. Let his body work up the energy to try to get out of the alley again. “And here I thought you tracked me down because I threatened to end Mrs. EMT.”

“Who sent you?” Davis asked again slowly.

“I hope your girl's okay. The kid...I don't care either way. But Chloe,” He gave a lecherous smirk. “Mmm. When the people I work for get their hands on you and the farm boy, I think they'll reward me by letting me go back.” He shifted until Davis was staring at a reflection of himself. “As you. Give your girl the ride of her life. Maybe I'll knock her up again, raise a couple little parasites. But not right off...wanna give that body a thorough work out first. Is she a screamer? I bet she is.”

Davis gave a pained laughed. He didn't even remember moving, didn't remember giving his body the order, but he was standing in front of Parasite. “That was...that was absolutely the wrong answer.” He grabbed the kid's collar, pushed off on his knees, and sent them both airborne.

---

“Mrs. Bloome.” Dr. Gibson walked into the room as Chloe was struggling to push her way out of the bed. “I'm Dr. Gibson, I've been seeing to your son. Little,” She checked the chart she carried, gave a pleased smile. “Declan. I'm always happy when we can stop referring to them as 'baby boy/girl surname'.” She glanced at Lois and Dinah. “I don't know if you want your cousins here for this.”

Chloe waved that away absently. “How is he?” She asked anxiously.

“We'll get to that but right now, I'd like to ask you a few questions. How would you say your pregnancy was, any problems? Did you experience a lot of stress recently?”

Not seeing how these questions were more pressing then the one regarding her son's heath, Chloe's response was quick and biting. “You mean aside from being held hostage at gun point for over an hour.”

Dr. Gibson nodded patiently. “Yes, we were watching that develop on the news this morning. I'm glad to see you and your cousin made it out of there. You're both reporters for The Daily Planet aren't you. I've been following your reports on the Red-Blue Blur. I'm sure that's pretty stressful work. I don't think I've ever met a journalist who wasn't playing chicken with a deadline.”

“Doctor!” Nerves shot, patience snapped, Chloe bit out the word harshly. “I'm going to ask you a very simple question. And feel free to talk to me like I'm two. Is my baby going to be okay?”

“Declan was born at thirty-four weeks. Making him pre-term. But you've been under a bit of stress recently. Which in this case was a good thing because your body released hormones that helped to prepare his lungs before birth. Many pre-term babies have heart, lung, and liver difficulties.” Dr. Gibson could see the three women gearing up, so she quickly pushed forward. “Little Declan, he...he was a normal preemie. Small, 4 pounds six ounces. We placed him in an incubator, he was having trouble breathing on his own, he was jaundiced, and his heartbeat...well it was cause for concern.”

Chloe felt both Lois and Dinah's arms come around her and desperately fought the urge to shrug them off. She wanted out of this room, to run as fast and as hard as she could to her baby. She wanted to take him in her arms, hold him, love him just so he'd know he wasn't alone. But God, he'd already been alone for so long. And struggling. Her baby was hooked up to machines and tubes and without his parents. She couldn't stand it.

“But, I'm going to be honest with you Mrs. Bloome, I've never seen anything like it. In just a few short hours we've taken him off the ventilators, off the heart monitors, even off from under the lamps. A turn around such as this..... it's simply remarkable.”

And the thought came to Chloe and flew out of Lois and Dinah's mouths so quickly, she nearly giggled. “He didn't get bigger did he?”

Dr. Gibson gave an encouraging smile. “No, he hasn't grown any. Actually he's unable to latch at the moment.”

“He's on a feeding tube?” It shouldn't have been something to concern her so greatly. The news she just received, the first bit of good news she received in the last twenty-four hours, should have been enough.

“That's also very common. Mrs. Bloome, your son...he's a very strong little boy.”

“I want to see him.” Chloe pushed back the sheets, fully prepared to climb out of the bed, and walk to her son. And this time she did shrug off the other women's arms when they tried to stop her. “No, I want to see my son. Now.”

“And you will. As soon as we get a PCA in here to help you out of the bed.”

“I can get out of the bed on my own.” Which she did and would have gone straight down had her cousin not been there to catch her and help her back into the bed.

“We'll get you in to see Declan shortly.” Dr. Gibson promised before leaving the three women alone.

Chloe sat on the side of the bed, wondered if she could talk her cousin into her walking her down to the NICU. “I hate to ask a really stupid question, but did anyone try their cells. Davis, we bought an emergency phone...for when I went into labor. He'll answer that one.” The tears came on so suddenly, so strongly, she was helpless to stop them. “He has to be here, Lo.” Her cousin's arms came around her and she sobbed helplessly onto Lois' shoulder. “I need him. I don't think...I'm not strong enough...I can't do this without him.”

---

“I don't know about this, Clark.” Bundled up in layers of arctic wear, Oliver cursed the fact that the sunglasses he wore did nothing to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun on the brilliantly white snow. “How would Davis even know about this place?”

“It's the last remaining piece of our heritage. He may not have been aware of it, but Davis knows about it.” Clark glanced around the fortress. “Besides, we've looked everywhere else.”

Oliver nodded. He allowed Clark to take the lead on this, which is why he'd left his arrow gear behind and came dressed in his civvies. Clark believed that Davis needed friends, people who loved Chloe, and not heroes. Oliver hoped to God he was right.

“I still would have liked to bring the comms. I wouldn't imagine this place has the best reception. How are we suppose to tell him Chloe and the baby's okay if we don't even know?” Oliver was going to say more, but Davis suddenly appeared inside the fortress, leaving his question unanswered.

“What is this place?” Davis' eyes wandered the room. “I was thinking I needed a place to clear my head. I just needed a few minutes. Then I saw this place.” His gaze finally landed on the two other men. “How did you get here?”

He looked....calm, Clark noted, but that wasn't near as comforting as it should have been. “It's a part of Krypton. It's something of home, Davis. Our home.”

Davis shook his head, taking in what he could only describe as shards of ice shooting from the snow. “Chloe's my home.”

That was good, Oliver thought. He was still thinking of Chloe, still enough of himself to recognize what Chloe was to him. “Chloe's the reason we're here, Davis.”

Davis backed away, as if distance would stop the words from coming out of Oliver's mouth. His hold was still too tentative. He couldn't hear about them yet. Any word, either way, could push him. And there were still things he needed to do.

“Where's the kid, Davis? What are you doing here?”

Davis looked to Clark. “Someone sent them after her. They went after her, to get to us. And they won't stop, they'll keep coming. She'll never be safe. Not until we find whoever it is and stop them.”

“Where is he? What did you do to him?” Clark asked again slowly.

“He's a hothead, Clark. What's the best thing to do with hotheads?”

“You buried him in the snow.” Oliver couldn't help but to sound a little impressed but quickly sobered up when Clark shot him a disapproving look.

“Not completely. I need him to talk, right.”

Clark was gone and back before anyone could stop him. A bruised, bloodied, and shivering Parasite was left at his feet. “This isn't right, Davis. This isn't you.”

“I am whatever I have to be to keep her safe.”

“Does that include a murderer?” Davis barely flinched at the word, but Clark noticed that the other man wasn't as cold as he thought he was. At least not yet. “And if he doesn't talk. You going to start on the other ones. Where do you draw the line?”

“I didn't cross the line.” Davis growled, moving forward menacingly. “They did that by taking my wife. And I'll make him talk.”

“Dead men can't talk.”

“But men who don't want to die do.”

That, Oliver thought, was a damn good point. But said nothing as Clark and Davis continued to circle each other, Clark making sure to stay between Davis and Parasite.

“And if he doesn't, will you kill him.” When he didn't respond, Clark shook his head emphatically. “You can't do this, Davis. You can't go back to her, not after that.”

“I can't go back to her anyway, Clark. She'll never be safe; from me or anyone who'd want to come after me. So, I'll make him talk. Then I'll find whoever started this. And I'll end it.”

“It'll never end, Davis. I thought the same way you did. I thought, I'd be able to live a normal life. But there is always someone out there, someone who wants to destroy me. And willing to use the people I love to do it.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. This was absolutely no way to talk Davis out of doing whatever he was thinking of doing. “What are you going to do after, Davis? Are you going to go away?”

“She's better off without me. You both know she's better off without me. I'm a monster. A thing. Look at what I've done, what I'm going to do. I'm not good enough for her. I never will be. The best thing I could do for her and the baby...is leave.”

Oliver didn't know what do with Davis now. His eyes were red, a sure sign that the beast was close to the surface. But tears were flowing from those eyes. Oliver didn't think monsters could cry. “Davis, what you're doing here...it doesn't make you a monster. It makes you human. Your wife and child were threatened...protecting them, doing whatever you have to to protect them...there's nothing monstrous about that.”

“Davis,” Clark began in a low, calm voice. “When I spoke to Chloe earlier...she was in that place, she was scared, we both could hear how scared she was. And despite that...the one thing she asked me, the thing that was more important to her than anything, was to make sure you didn't do exactly what it is you're doing now.”

A few very tense moments seemed to pass, but Davis eventually seemed to back down. No longer circling Clark and all but collapsing against one of the consoles. His eyes were a watery brown when he looked up at Clark. “Get him out of here. Just go.”

Clark was getting ready to scoop Parasite up and do just that when he realized that Davis was not moving. “You're coming, too, Davis. You can't do this to her. You can't leave her like this.”

“Clark...you don't know what it's like to have this thing inside you. It's never not there. I can hear it in my head. Sometimes, I want her....I want to take her in a way I know...” Images flashed in Davis' head. Images of holding Chloe down, forcing his way inside of her, taking her whether she was ready for him or not. Her tears and cries of pain, like music to his ears, spurring him on. Driving him to pound into her harder, faster... “It wants her...and I think, sometimes, it hates her. Because it wants me to hurt her. Sometimes, it's like it wants me to destroy her.” He was openly sobbing now. “I don't want to leave her. I love her so much. Sometimes it's like I can't breathe for loving her. But I can't...I can't be with her, if this thing could get out and hurt her.”

“Did it ever occur to you that that's what the monster wants?” Oliver asked. “You said yourself that the beast hasn't come out the entire time you've been with Chloe. Even today, what you felt for her kept it locked away. The beast might be driving you away from her in order to take control. Because it's clear that the controlling influence in your life is Chloe.”

“She needs you, Davis. She's in trouble and she needs you.”

Realizing that Davis needed that one extra push, Oliver moved until he was kneeling in front of the other man. “Did you choose a name? For the baby.”

Davis rubbed his hands roughly through his hair. “Declan. Declan Mathew Bloome.”

“Declan.” Oliver repeated. “It's Gaelic, right? Means full of goodness. And Mathew?”

“Gift of God.” Davis answered. “It was perfect. We liked the names and we looked them up...we couldn't believe how perfect they were.”

“Can you leave?” Clark asked. “Can you leave without seeing how perfect he is?”

---

The little boy made for me in the stars—Nelly Furtado

For two days Chloe hung around Isis until well past midnight, but Davis never showed. She called, it was embarrassing how often she called him, but he never answered. When she was no longer able to stand it, Chloe went to his apartment. She didn't know how long she stood outside his door, banging her fist against the wood and likely drawing the ire of all his neighbors, until he seemed to have had enough. The door cracked open a few inches, she stepped inside to see him walking away. She closed the door at her back, noticing the ridiculous number of locks running down the frame. And as she latched them all, she understood what it was she was doing.

The apartment was sparse. There was a large black sofa, an end table, books piled on every available surface, and a large flat screen. Following his path, she found herself in his bedroom; which consisted of nothing more than a rather large bed and a lounge chair. He was sitting on the side of the bed with his back to her, Chloe could see the sweat soaking through the shirt, the tension in his shoulders, and the way his hands shook when he lifted them to his face.

“Hey.”

“You shouldn't be here, Chloe.”

Chloe heard the fear in his voice and took a step closer to him. “I was worried. I've been calling.”

“I know. And there was a reason I didn't answer.” Davis just wanted her to go away. He wanted her as far away from himself as possible. “Go away, Chloe. Please.”

Maybe it was genetic, and considering Lois never did as she was told either, Chloe figured odds were that it was, but she walked around the bed until she was kneeling in front of him. Placing her hand on his cheek, she turned his face towards her, and nearly drew away when she looked into his blood red irises. Then in a blink, the red was gone, and she was once again looking into melting brown eyes. “Davis.”

That was all it took and instantly Davis broke down, crying helplessly in her arms.

“You don't have to go through this alone.” She whispered against his ear, tears falling from her own eyes. “Let me help you. Please.”

How could he ask that of her? How could he ask her to be around him, when the things he thought of doing to her turned his own stomach? “I can't...I've been handling it.”

“How? By locking yourself inside this apartment.”

And listening to her voice messages, picturing her, and drawing on his feelings for her. “It's been working.”

“Davis,” She said his name softly, brushing the tears off his cheeks. “I hate to break it to you, but I saw that thing. A couple of locks is not going to keep it inside this apartment.” When he looked up at her, brow knit in confusion, she suddenly realized he didn't fully understand what was happening to him. “You don't...What do you think is happening?”

“I black out. And I hurt people.”

“No,” Well, yes, but it wasn't exactly like that. “Remember how you told me, you felt like you had this darkness inside of you.” Not like he could actually forget something like that. “It's more than a darkness.” She began to describe what she'd seen in the alley two nights before. As she spoke he began to increase the distance between them until he stood well on the other side of the room.

“I really am a monster.” And he didn't know if that was suppose to make him feel better or worse. At this moment he just felt empty.

“You're not a monster.”

“Yes, I am. You saw it yourself. And you knew it was me.” He couldn't bring himself to look at her. “You knew I was a monster.”

“No, Davis. Not like that.” She couldn't explain it. How could she explain that she looked at that monster and saw him? How could she explain that she'd seen that thing in her nightmares? That there were times when she thought of him and saw a monster instead of a man. How could she tell him that without making him feel worse?

Her feelings lately had been so complicated, so conflicted. When she thought of him, sometimes she felt like a computer analyzing a program, but lately she'd been feeling that way with everything. Then she was with him, near him, and she felt like herself again. Felt human again. Her feelings for him were so clear, while everything else in her life seemed to be shrouded in fog. And therein lied the problem. He shouldn't make sense when nothing else in her life did. “I knew you.”

She could break him, Davis knew. In no time at all, she could own all of him, and make of him whatever she wanted. “Doesn't change anything. Actually it just reinforces the fact that you need to get as far away from me as possible.”

“I can help you.”

“How?”

Okay, he had a point there. She had no idea how she could help him, only that it's what she did. She was a helper, a fixer. “I want to help you.”

He turned towards her then. In his whole life, no one had ever wanted to help him. “Why?”

Because helping him was something she could grab a hold of. Because he looked at her like no one ever had and she didn't want to lose that. Because he was worth saving. She said none of that as she moved to stand in front him, placing a tentative hand on his chest. The muscles beneath her hand tensed and flexed, she didn't understand how he could feel so solid yet look at her with such aching vulnerability. “Let me help you.”

Tears gathered in his eyes. Reaching out, his fingers brushed lightly over her cheek. “I think maybe you might be the only one who can.”

---

He was so small. Chloe couldn't think past how tiny her little boy looked. He was laying on his back, the diaper he wore seemed to swallow him whole. There was a tube running from his nose, the tape used to hold it in place seemed to take up his whole face. She counted each rise and fall of his tiny chest. Her fingers itched to touch the dark hair covering his head. He was just so small. She imagined Davis would be able to cup him in the palm of his hands.

“You ready.”

Chloe nodded absently as she pushed open the door and walked gingerly into the room with the help of the aide.

“Mrs. Bloome, I'm Debra, the nurse who's been taking care of Declan. If you'll just give us a minute we were going to remove the feeding tube.”

“But,” Chloe glanced nervously between her son and the nurse. “What if he still can't latch?”

“Well, that wasn't our main concern. We tend to use the G-tube with preemies because of their weak lungs. You know what it's like to eat when you've got a stuffy nose, right.” The nurse gave Chloe a kind smile. “We just want to make things as easy for them as possible. But Declan's been doing just fine off the vents, we really don't think he'll have any problems feeding.”

Chloe nodded. “They didn't tell me...How long before I can...” Before she could touch him, pick him up, hold him against her so that she could feel each breath he took.

“This won't take long at all. If you want to have a seat, we'll bring him right over.”

To Chloe it seemed like forever. And she watched, made herself watch, as the tube was slid from his nose. He cried, of course he would, to Chloe it seemed like the worse thing in the world. She wanted to take this from him, take on any pain or discomfort he'd ever feel.

“Okay, little boy.” The nurse cooed softly. “There's someone here very anxious to meet you.”

Chloe held her arms out, the smile spreading easily across her lips as she finally felt the weight of her son in her arms. She thought most of the weight was probably the blankets, but didn't dwell on it. Because he was real and he was solid and he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in her life.

“The lactation nurse will be down shortly to help you with the breast feeding. I'm just going to be right over there if you need me.”

Chloe nodded absently, unable to look away from her baby. He had Davis' mouth. Dr. Gibson said she might not be able to see either herself or Davis in their baby, at least not yet. But Chloe had spent so much time running her fingers over her husband's face, she could recognize his features blindfolded. And seeing her baby's mouth drawn up in a pout identical to his father's brought the tears to her eyes.

“Hi.” She whispered softly, hating the tears for obstructing her view of him. “Hi, son.”

She'd made her living in words. While she'd been pregnant, she never ran out of words for her unborn son. She never ran out of words period. But as she looked down at the tiny beautiful miracle in her arms, there were no words. There was no way to express the depth of emotion she felt. All she could do was hold him close, press her lips to his brow and whisper words that didn't seem to truly encompass what was inside her, but fell from her lips none the less. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” And she continued on repeatedly, because at the moment they were the only words that mattered.

---

“I just don't feel right about this. It's your bed.” Already more comfortable in his apartment then she should be, Chloe tossed her jacket carelessly into his chair. “You haven't slept in your own bed for a week.”

He'd been standing at the door when she arrived, grabbing at the frame as if to restrain himself. When he saw her, he went heavily into her arms, allowing Chloe to lead him back into his bedroom. She eased them both into the bed, pulling Davis' body towards her until his head rested on her stomach. They lay that way for long moments, her fingers gently brushing through his hair, waiting for the trembling to stop.

As usual, Chloe had started to drift off. And as usual Davis climbed off the bed, fully prepared to spend another night on the couch. But this time, Chloe stopped him before he could leave the room.

“Neither have you.” Davis smiled as he handed Chloe one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers. “It's my bed. I can have anyone in it I want.”

The jealousy was unexpected-and unwarranted since she had no claim to him-but it didn't seem as if she could help it. She couldn't stand the thought of another woman sharing his bed, she couldn't stand the thought of another woman sharing anything with him. “If it's all the same to you, I'd rather take the couch.”

“Chloe, please. It's a brand new bed, I've barely slept in it myself. Fresh, clean sheets. I want you in my bed.” Only just realizing what he said, Davis' immediately began to back track. “That's not...I didn't mean...”

Chloe smiled despite the fact that her face had flushed a bright red. “Yeah, I know.” Didn't change the fact that her mind had gone to that place anyway. “Okay.” It seemed to be enough and without another word they began to changed into their pajamas.

Despite telling herself she shouldn't, Chloe watched as he stripped off his uniform. As she began to change into the clothes he'd given her, she wondered on the level of comfort they already shared. There was an easiness with him that she'd only ever had with Clark. But there was also an intimacy she couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried. “It's a big bed.”

It took a few moments for her words to really sink in, but when they did, Davis immediately began to shake his head. “I don't...I, uh,...I really don't think that's a good idea.”

“We're adults.”

“You're getting married.”

“It won't be like that.”

It would be for Davis. Everything with Chloe, at least for him, was more than it should have been. He'd even gone out and made her a key, but didn't know how she would react if he were to give it to her. Despite the fact that she was only with him to try to find a way to help him, though it seemed she needed to do no more than be with him. But it had been the best week of his life.

It didn't matter that his body was going through an obscenely painful transformation; Chloe being with him eased the pain, soothed the beast, and when he woke up in the morning, he woke up to Chloe in his bed. For just a few moments he could pretend that she was his. Davis thought he'd suffer anything for her. “I just don't think it would be right.”

“It's not right that you have to sleep on the couch in your own home. We're friends, Davis. Friends can share a bed.”

He didn't think they could if one friend was pathetically in love with the other. Davis figured sharing a bed with Chloe and not being able to touch her or hold her, would be a kind of hell for him. But she was looking at him so expectantly. Looking at him as if she wanted him close. How could he deny her anything? “I guess. But, Chloe, are you sure?”

What I am, Chloe thought as she made an effort not to stare at his bare chest, is clearly insane. “It's not that big of a deal. We'll sleep, that's all.” And to prove to herself that it was indeed no big deal, she climbed into the bed and under the covers.

For a few moments, Davis stood at the foot of the bed looking everywhere but at the woman laying between his sheets. “I should probably get cable.”

He mumbled the statement so softly, Chloe just barely caught it. “What?”

“Uh, if you want, I could have the cable set up in here so you know...”

“You don't have to rearrange your whole apartment for me.” Realizing that he would probably stand there all night, Chloe shoved back the sheets on the other side of the bed.

“It wouldn't be that big of a deal,” He pulled the sheets back up, before lowering himself on top of them. “My partner Mike's been ragging on me to get cable.”

It was such a proper thing to do, laying on top of the covers. Assuring that things between them remained purely innocent. It was so sweet...so....just so Davis, that for a moment she didn't catch what he said. “Wait, you don't have cable?”

Reaching up, Davis switched off the light so that they lay together in the dark. He felt the bed shift, knew she was facing him now. “Nope.”

“But, but how do you watch Mad Men or Pushing Daisies or Monk or True Blood or anything on HBO.”

Davis wished he hadn't turned the light off. The way her voice had hitched he could only imagine how cute she looked in her indignation “I don't.”

“I thought you were a hockey fan.”

“I watch the game at Mike's.”

“But you have that big ass TV.” Chloe frowned in the dark, really wishing she could see him clearly. “You're not one of those video game guys. Big television just for the console.”

“I do have a Wii I won at work. The X-Box I bought. But I didn't get the TV just for that, I got it for my movies.”

“Oh,” She relaxed back onto the bed. “What movies?”

“Star Wars.”

Chloe waited and waited. And when several moments passed, she realized that he was actually done with his list. “Star Wars. That's it.”

“Well, you know, there's the originals which I transferred to DVD. Then the special editions. And then he went and added all that stuff; Jabba to New Hope and young Anakin to Jedi. And you know, the three new movies.” Even in the dark he could feel her eyes on him.

“Oh my God, you are a serious fanboy.” And just when she thought he couldn't get any cuter. “Wanted to be Luke when you grew up?”

“Of course. I wanted to believe that there was something greater for me.” He gave a bitter laugh. “Wanted to be Luke and turned out to be Anakin. Can't have everything I guess.”

“Honestly, I never saw the new ones. Well, I saw them, I just didn't pay attention to any of the parts that Ewan McGregor wasn't in. But I do know that whatever bad Anakin did, whatever he became, he turned it all around for his son.”

“Well, I don't have a son.” And frankly he didn't think he wanted a son or any child if there was a chance it would suffer the same fate as him.

“Then find something else, anything else worth fighting for. Until we figure this thing out, you just have to hold on.” She didn't know when she reached out and laced her fingers through his, but she didn't pull away when his gripped tightened. “I promise you we'll figure this out. I just need you to promise me you'll hang on.”

Davis turned his head and was surprised that he could see her; the way her lips curled in just a hint of a smile, her sleepy heavy-lidded eyes, and she was just so pretty it was all he could do to keep from pulling her into his arms. “I promise.” He'd do anything for her.

---

They encountered Bart outside of Met. General. Apparently the young speedster had gotten more then enough rest after a quick nap and was now burning off excess energy. It seemed that Oliver wanted to lecture him for speeding around the hospital so flagrantly, but it was late..or early, and he didn't have the energy to deal with a hyper Bart at the moment. And realizing that a lecture from the boss wasn't coming, Bart stopped.

“They're good.” His grin was from ear to ear. “I don't know all the medical jargon, Vic probably does. I just know they're good.” In his excitement, he seemed to begin to vibrate, and took off again to burn more energy.

The hospital was quiet when they walked in. Better then anyone, Davis knew the stillness of a hospital at four in the morning. Several of the nurses and aides glanced up at them, but said nothing. Having worked more than his share of midnight shifts, Davis understood their less then chipper moods. Four am, on third shift, was the worse hour in the world. Any other time he would sympathize with them, but at them moment his thoughts were elsewhere.

Oliver had called, arranged for Chloe to be moved into a private room in what Davis often thought of as the V.I.P section of the hospital. When they stepped on the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor he wondered if they'd be asked to show the balance of their bank accounts before they'd be allowed on the floor. But the only thing they were asked to show were their licenses and what their relationship was to Chloe.

“I'm her husband.” Davis spoke softly but it still seemed as if his voice carried around the halls.

The guard at the desk looked up with a smile as he handed Davis back his license. “Congratulations. You get the special badge.”

It didn't take long before Davis was handed a badge with his picture on it, written above his photo were the words: New Daddy. He gave the guard a sad smile and the words near broke his heart. “Thanks.”

The guard looked at Clark and Oliver. “And I guess you two would be more cousins?”

“Actually,” Oliver flashed a charming grin. “We're the brothers. I'm hers.” He nodded towards Clark. “And he's his.”

“Yeah right.” The guard looked down to the two licenses he held. He didn't really care, but the girl was the only one on the unit, and he'd received instructions that she could continue to have visitors as long as they passed security. The badges were part of the hospital's policy, but the security measures for this particular patient had been set up by one of her 'cousins'. You'd think Michelle Obama had given birth the way the hospital was bending over backwards for... “Oliver Queen. That's your sister.” Well that explained things.

“Yup, and if you'll just excuse us.” Taking his license and badge Oliver turned from the desk and started up the hall after Davis, pulling Clark along with them.

They came across the waiting room first. Dinah, the only one who seemed remotely comfortable, lay on a couch with a pillow under her head and a sheet tucked up to her chin. It seemed like AC had pulled two chairs together, his head lay on a pillow against the wall, his own sheet wrapped around his shoulders. And Victor was sitting straight up in a chair, head tilted slightly back, and like the others sound asleep.

Before they could approach them, a nurse stepped in their way. “Excuse me.” Her eyes quickly scanned the three faces before dropping to their badges, then settling on Davis' face. “Mr. Bloome. I'm sure you would like an update before you go in.”

Davis nodded. What good was he to them? What good was he, when he couldn't even be there for his family at a time like this. As the nurse spoke, Davis became more convinced that he was making the right choice. They could have died. He could have lost them both. And instead of being where he was suppose to be, he was out breaking every promise he made to Chloe.

This would be his punishment, his hell. To carry the images of Chloe and Declan, knowing that he could never see them again. Seeing them one last time was more than he deserved. They were more than he deserved.

“You have a very strong family, Mr. Bloome. You're a very lucky man.”

“I am.” Davis agreed softly.

“You can go right in whenever you're ready.” She indicated a door just down the hall where Chloe and Declan slept. “But try not to disturb them too much. They need their rest.” And with that she walked away.

“I should...”

“Go ahead.” As uncomfortable as AC looked, Oliver couldn't wait to situate himself in the same position. Having gotten Davis to the hospital, Oliver figured his work was done and planned on sleeping as long as he could in two hospital chairs pulled together.

Davis looked to Clark, who gave him an encouraging nod before dropping into a chair in the waiting room. Going to Chloe's room door, he eased it open slowly, stepping inside as quietly as he could. Lois was sleeping on the couch, he knew she would be there. Knew she would always be there for Chloe. And it seemed as though he wasn't as quiet as he thought as her eyes opened the moment he stepped into the room.

“You don't have to get up.” He whispered, but Lois was already getting up and crossing the room towards him.

“Thank God, you're okay.” Lois' arms went around him tightly. “She knew you'd come back to her. I did to.” When she pulled back, her eyes were wet with tears. “I'm going to go give Uncle Gabe and the General another call, see what their ETA is. Congratulations, daddy.” She gave him a quick squeeze before moving out of the room.

Davis stood where he was a moment. Chloe lay on her side, even sleeping she looked completely exhausted, there was faint bruising under her eyes. Her cheeks drawn and pale. And still she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He noticed that she had one arm stretched out and realized she was reaching towards the clear bassinet beside the bed. And Davis felt as if someone had knocked all the air out of his lungs.

Slowly, as if in a fog, he approached the bassinet. He was so small, was the first clear thought Davis had as he looked upon his son for the first time. The blue blanket he was wrapped in, seemed to swallow him whole. The knit cap on his head had been rolled up several times and was still too big. His fist tucked under his chin and his tiny face relaxed in sleep.

Davis understood that his son was premature, understood in clinical terms the characteristics of most preemies. But this wasn't most preemies. This was his son. His little boy. And he was every bit as beautiful as his mother.

With shaking hands, he lifted Declan out of the bassinet. And he fit, fit so perfectly in the his hands. Oh God, how could he have left? What was he thinking, leaving before he saw this face? Before he knew what it felt like to hold his son. His beautiful boy.

“Declan.” He whispered the name softly. “Hello, Declan. I'm your daddy.” He smiled when his son's response was a tiny yawn. Davis knew what his son's odds should have been. Knew that his boy should have been on vents and monitors and G-tubes. “But you're strong. Stronger then I'll ever be.” Which was why he had to leave. To give his son a chance; a chance to continue to thrive and grow. “It's because I love you and your mommy so much. More than anything in this world.”

Davis looked over at the bed, making sure Chloe was still sound asleep. If she knew...he wouldn't be able to walk away from her if she were awake. He should lay Declan back in his bassinet, ease back out of the room and go before Chloe began to stir. Then he looked back down at his son and he wanted just a few more minutes.

“I'm your daddy, Declan.” He repeated as if imprinting those words in his son's memory. “I'm your daddy. And I think I've been waiting my whole life for you.”

Cradling his son to his body, Davis slid the bassinet away so he could pull the plush rocking chair close to the bed. Settling in, he reached for Chloe's hand. Even in sleep her fingers naturally linked with his. He just needed this moment, just this moment with them. Then he'd leave. Of course he would. But for now, as he held his family close, he was content. Content to do nothing more than watch his son's face until the sun came up.

---

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same—Wuthering Heights

The chances of actually getting a good nights sleep in a hospital were, at least in Chloe's experience, none existent. Between the stiff sheets, the unfamiliar surroundings, and the constant prodding managing more than fifteen minutes was a feat. But even the idea of fifteen minutes were shot when Chloe couldn't go two minutes without waking up to make sure Declan was still breathing, still had all ten fingers, all ten toes, just...still there. It wasn't until she felt the warmth of Davis' hand around hers that she was finally able to relax. He'd make sure no one ran off with their baby while she slept.

Even still, it seemed by the time she settled in the Sun began to shine brightly through the windows. And she didn't know what devil bird was perched outside her window, but she was sure it needed to be stopped. Her discontent was short lived however when she rolled over to the sight of her family. It was a rare opportunity for her to watch Davis sleep, as he usually woke at obscenely early hours, but it was one of her favorite things. To see that softness, that peace on his features. And now holding their son in his arms, she'd never seen him more beautiful.

It seemed like she'd been waiting forever for this moment. To see Davis with their baby and Declan appeared even smaller in his daddy's arms. She wanted this moment, wanted to hold it inside herself, to never forget it.

“Hey,” Lois peeked her head inside the room. “How you feeling, cuz?”

Chloe smiled at her family. “Looking at them...I couldn't even begin to tell you.”

“Uncle Gabe and the General have landed. I'm going to pick them up, then I'll be back.”

“Lo, do me a favor?”

“Anything.” Lois promised immediately.

“Go home. Sleep, eat.” Chloe continued quickly before her cousin could argue. “I'm not saying stay away. Yesterday wasn't exactly a walk in the park for you either. Go rest. Make our fathers and cousins and brothers get some rest. Unfortunately, we'll still be here later.”

Lois wanted to argue, wanted to stay as close to her cousin as she could. But Chloe had her family now, and she thought maybe they deserved to spend some more time together before everyone else intruded. “Okay. I'll herd everyone out, but we'll be back.” She started to back out of the room, before she came back. “I love you, Chlo.”

Chloe smiled. “I love you, too, Lo.”

Alone with her guys again, Chloe reached over to hit play on her i-Pod before settling back into sleep.

It was the sound of Declan's crying that pulled Chloe from her light nap. When she opened her eyes she saw that Davis was still asleep in the chair besides the bed, Declan cradled lovingly in his arms. If it wasn't for her baby's crying, and the fullness of her breasts that wasn't exactly comfortable, she may have been happy just to lay in bed and watch them. But in addition to his crying, Declan's little fists were pumping away.

Just as Chloe was starting to climb from the bed, there was a knock at her door. The young woman wore the same blue scrubs as the other nurses and a bright smile. “No need to get up. I'm Lisa, your nurse.

“I think maybe I should...” Chloe eyed her husband warily. He was a possessive sleeper and the odds that he would just hand Declan over were slim and none.

“Just get yourself situated and I'll hand him to you.” Lisa went to ease the baby from his father's arms, but the task wasn't as easy as it seemed. “Daddy's got you pretty tight, huh, little guy.” She tried again and this time would have sworn she'd been growled at.

“Here,” Chloe eased off the bed. “Let me.” When the nurse gave way to her, Chloe leaned down until her cheek was pressed to Davis'. “It's time for Declan to eat, baby.” Davis' hold slackened enough for her to take Declan into her arms. She noticed Davis' eyes start to flutter, so she brushed her lips over both closed lids. “Go back to sleep.” She whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I guess that's one way to do it.” Lisa smiled before helping Chloe get settled back into the bed. “You need any help?”

“No, I got it.” Declan had his father's appetite, she learned quickly. It was becoming abundantly clear that he was going to be his father's son in every way.

“I spoke to one of your brothers and your brother in law before they left, they wanted you to know they wouldn't stay gone long. The little guy is lucky, they grow 'em big on both sides of his family.”

It took Chloe a few minutes, being an only child and marrying a man who literally fell from the sky. And it always took her mind a little time to work it's way out of a fog after a nap, which is why she wasn't so quick on the uptake. She'd been the one to list Bart as her brother, but he wasn't very tall. It was as she was considering this that the light dawned. Clark and Oliver. “Of the three of them, Davis is the runt. And I think Declan's going to look just like his daddy.”

“I can think of worse fates. It seems that you have everything under control. I'll be back shortly. But if you need anything, we're just a call light away.”

And with Lisa's exit, Chloe was once again left alone with her family and the sounds of Nelly Furtado's 'Childhood Dreams' coming from her i-Pod.

Chloe smiled down at her baby in her arms. “What could I possibly need when I have both my guys with me, now.” When she had everything she wanted, more than she thought she'd ever have

“Don't tell your daddy this, because your Aunt Lois and I gave him a pretty hard time about his books.” Chloe began to speak softly to her son. “But the book I read, said that it was a bad idea for us to hold you while you slept. It was repeated in the parenting classes we took, too. And between the two of us, I'm glad your daddy was the one to toss that aside first. He's more for rules then I am.” Declan's eyes slit open briefly then, as if wanting to get a look at his rule breaking mommy.

“Hi, son. How did you like spending time with daddy? I know I slept better with him here. Like everything would be okay because he was with us.” She glanced over at her husband, who was now curled up in the chair. The man she loved unconditionally, maybe even unreasonably, perhaps foolishly. And despite all logic, she loved him even more so now that he'd given her her baby.

“I'm going to need your help, Declan. I know your daddy, I know him better then even he knows I do. We had a pretty rough day, yesterday. Believe it or not, I've been through worse. But your daddy, your daddy's not going to believe it. And he's going to want to take this all in on himself. But we're not going to let that happen, are we, son? We're not going to lose him, not even to himself.”

Noting the time, she shifted her son so that he could nurse off the other breast. And he seemed more interested in continuing his meal than anything she had to say. “It's in your best interest to work with me, kiddo. Because when your daddy gets depressed, he gets very hard to live with. Epic brooder he is. I think it's an alien thing because Clark is a damn good brooder himself. Not as woobie as your daddy, but still impressive. Which means odds are you're going to be a brooder, too.”

Chloe felt the fluttering in her belly, the same she felt the day she married Davis. That rush, that impatience, that excitement to start her life. She couldn't wait to watch Declan grow. To see his smile, hear his voice, watch his personality develop. She wanted out of this hospital bed, out of the hospital. She wanted to take her son home, so they could begin their life.

She couldn't wait to see that wonder on Davis' face when their son, she was sure, would grow to look more like him with each passing day. He confided in her once that he had no pictures of himself before the age of twelve. That no one ever cared enough to take his picture. Told her he had no idea what he looked like as a baby and therefore wouldn't know if his son looked like he did or not. It bothered him, he tried to act like it was no big deal, and that he was fine with their son favoring her more than him. But she was glad that Declan looked like his daddy. Glad that Davis would be able to look at their son and see himself.

“We're a family now, Declan.” And for a few moments yesterday she thought she lost them both. A few moments where she experienced a pain that was beyond description. “I won't lose either of you. Not for anything in the world.”

---

The music worked it's way into Davis' subconscious. Knew that no other song would have gotten to him as quickly, as completely as this one did. His iPod had been a gift from Chloe, she told him aside from his cell and of course his computer, it was the most important electronic device he could own. She'd set everything up for him, being that he was not nearly as tech savvy as she.

When she first started to stay the night with him, he'd always backed off, let her play her music because it was important to him that she was comfortable. Chloe being the smart girl she was, figured out that he wasn't enjoying her musical selections. But it may have been the first time he'd known her to be less than considerate, as she never offered to allow him to play his music. Actually, she'd taken one look at the first few songs he'd gotten off itunes and told him she wouldn't be able to take his music. It was the reason they cleaned with their earbuds in, why they'd worked out a system at night.

Once he lost all his music and called her to come help him retrieve it. Being Chloe, she couldn't help but keep up a running commentary regarding his taste.

“There, you're up and running again.”

Davis leaned over the back of her chair. “Thanks, Chloe. Really. Do you know what happened?”

“Well, the last song you downloaded was from Limp Bizkit, so I can only assume your iPod objected.”

“Funny.” It wasn't until he turned his head that he realized how close they were.

Chloe could feel his breath fluttering against her ear and was surprised by how hard it was to keep from turning her head. Her lungs began to work furiously as her heart rate picked up speed. She knew she was blushing, wondered if he could feel the heat radiating off of her. Needing a distraction she focused all her attention on the computer. “ 'Falling Slowly'. You bought this.”

“Yeah.” To keep from burying his face in her hair, Davis turned back to the computer as well. “You know it.”

“I have it.” Chloe turned to him then, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You really do tune out when I play my music don't you.”

“I...uh...” He moved his shoulders restlessly. “Yeah. I can't...I can't take it.”

“You have Johnny Cash, Wu Tang Clan, and The Beatles on here. An eclectic collection like that, you should be able to listen to anything.”

“I thought so, too. Then I heard the crap you listen to.”

“You're adorable. So, how does a guy who's not interested in any movie not made by George Lucas get turned on to a nice little song from a little seen movie.”

“A friend from work thought I should try new things, she brought it over one night-”

“I get it.” Chloe snapped out impatiently as she collected her things before leaving without another word to him.

It had occured to him that she might have been jealous, that she didn't like to hear about him with other women. But he couldn't allow himself to get his hopes up. Couldn't allow himself to believe that he could ever be some part of her. Then she gave him more of her than he ever thought he'd deserve.

It was a few nights later that he had a particularly bad nightmare; he dreamed that the man was just as vicious as the monster. That even free of the beast he could and would hurt her. He'd woke with a start, scrambling out of the bed and as far from her as he possibly could.

“Davis.” Chloe called softly from the bed, she could just make out his silhouette in the corner. “Davis, what's wrong?”

“You have to leave, Chloe. You have to leave and never come back.”

Use to this refrain, she ran her hands tiredly over her face. “Tell me. And you know I can wait you out, so you might as well tell me. Was it another nightmare?”

Though she couldn't see him, Davis nodded. “I killed you.”

“Davis,” Chloe gave a tired sigh as she reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. “I told you...that monster...it's not you.”

At her words, he pushed himself further into the corner before sliding down the wall. The images from his nightmare still fresh in his mind. The way she looked at him, at him, the fear, the disgust. But worse, the knowing. Like she'd been waiting on him to snap and become the monster. “You don't understand, Chloe. I killed you. Not that thing...but me.”

“Come here, Davis. Please.”

It took a few moments, but he could see that she was holding her hand out to him. Nothing about the way she was looking at him now was like she had in his dream. She was looking at him now with the same openness and trust she always had and something else he'd been too afraid to name. Slowly, Davis got to his feet and made his way to the bed.

When it seemed he would stay at the foot of the bed, Chloe clicked the lamp off before moving down the bed to sit beside him. There were a lot of things she could have said to him at the moment. She knew how much he feared the thing inside of him hurting her, of hurting her himself. She couldn't know what he was feeling at this moment, but she understood. Understood him enough to know how deeply the nightmare wounded him.

There were a lot of things Chloe could have said to Davis in that moment, but knowing he wouldn't really hear her, she said nothing. Instead she placed a gentle hand on his cheek and turned his head until he was looking at her. At the moment Chloe was glad for the darkness, she didn't think she could take looking at him. Couldn't take the sadness she knew would be in his eyes. Glad she couldn't see whatever had registered in his eyes as she leaned in close and pressed her lips to his.

For a moment Davis thought he might still be dreaming, but the reality of the situation hit him rather quickly. No dream could compare to the reality of Chloe; the softness of her lips, the warmth of her skin, and the sweetness of her kiss. He should have pulled away, God knows he should have pulled away. But how could he? How could he pull away from the one thing he wanted more than his next breath.

He came alive in that moment. He felt like a raw nerve in her arms, becoming aware-a part-of the world around him, and all because she kissed him. Thought he could hear the beating of her heart, smell the alluring scent of her arousal, and when he slanted his eyes open would have sworn he saw her even in the dark.

Yes, he'd come alive in that moment. And as she lowered them both to the bed, with the one song they both agreed on floating softly through the room, he became hopelessly, completely, and utterly hers.

---

Despite his intent to leave his family, when Davis opened his eyes to find himself alone in the hospital room panic at having lost them had him springing up from the chair. The room was empty; bassinet gone, bed made, the couch straightened out. Almost as if none of them had been there in the first place. When he bolted out of the chair, it went careening into the wall behind him. He yanked open the door to find a empty waiting room.

It was like a bad dream. Like hell. Or what he imagined hell would be like. He hadn't even been aware of shouting Chloe's name like an idiot until the security guard came rushing around the corner.

“Mr. Bloome-”

“Where are they? They were there and now-”

“Davis.”

He thought she looked like an angel. She was standing just outside her hospital door wrapped in a soft white robe. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and she was looking at him for all the world like he'd lost his mind. Davis started to say something, started to explain. But in that moment he realized he hadn't held her since Clark sped her and Lois out of the MCS the day before.

Chloe's mind was running along the same line as Davis', so that when he came towards her and lifted her off her feet, her arms locked tightly around his neck. She noticed the guard shake his head and walk away from them. But she didn't care. Burying her face in his neck, Chloe could care less about the scene they were making.

“I woke up and you were gone.” Davis breathed into her hair, felt like he was breathing for the first time in a long time. “You were both gone.”

“I needed to take a shower,” Chloe explained softly to him as she rubbed her hands over his back in an attempt to soothe his trembling “You were sleep, so the nurse took Declan down to the nursery.”

It was then he realized her hair was still wet. Actually, she was still wet. Noticing the cooler air in the corridor, Davis pushed open the door at her back and carried Chloe back into the room. He had every intention of putting her to bed so she wouldn't catch a chill.

Chloe thought about letting Davis put her to bed, letting him take care of her this way. She thought maybe he'd allow her to pull him into the bed with her. She could soothe him, comfort him, talk to him until his fears were assuaged. But she'd been doing that from the start of their relationship. And it seemed to her that she wasn't doing much more than distracting him. She needed him to see, to understand, that when she said forever. She meant it. “Davis, don't. Stop. Put me down.”

“What?” The panic hadn't fully subsided yet. And instead of setting her down like she asked, he held her closer. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” It was that wounded look on his face, those sad dark eyes, that had her momentarily wavering in her decision. But she had to do this. For him, for herself. More importantly for Declan. “I need to talk to you. And I don't want to do that lying in bed.”

Davis recognized that tone. It was the controlled, reasonable, tone she used. It was the tone that said she had something very well thought out to tell him, but the name calling was imminent. So, he set her down besides the bed and moved to the far corner of the room.

He's pulling away, Chloe thought as she watched Davis turn in on himself. Already he was trying to pull away from her. Convincing himself that he deserved her anger and all the loud mean words she would likely be shouting soon. And he did, but not for the reasons he thought.

Giving herself time to collect her thoughts, Chloe reached for the envelope she stored inside the beside table. “AC gave this to me yesterday. He said you wanted me to have it.” She pulled out the small light blue romper and matching knit cap. “I figured you had this special made, Star Wars isn't really a major presence in newborn attire. This is what you wanted to bring Declan home in, isn't it?”

It was a rhetorical question and he understood that it was in his best interest to remain quiet. She was gearing up. He thought it was for the best that she hate him.

“You gave this to AC. You gave him some lame ass excuse about not wanting it damaged. Do you think I'm an idiot? That I wouldn't know where your head was at when you gave this to him.” She threw the empty envelope at him. “How did you even think this would work?”

“I didn't have a plan, really. Not until I went after that little bastard.” Davis felt the anger, the rage come back strong as ever. “Then I figured...I figured when I didn't come back....”

“What?” He was struggling, Chloe could see that he was struggling with his anger, his rage. She was angry, too. But she couldn't hold him, couldn't comfort him, not yet. “You figured I'd just think you were dead. Did you really think I wouldn't know? That I wouldn't know if I lost you. That I wouldn't feel that.”

“You didn't.” Davis shot back. “Because you did lose me, Chloe. You lost me the second I found out you were in trouble. I was gone, willing to break every promise I ever made to you.”

“But you didn't.” She knew he wouldn't. She never lost him, no matter how angry he became. No matter the things he may have wanted to do, she'd never lost him to that thing inside him.

“Yes, I did. You don't know what I did to that kid, what I would have continued to do if Clark and Oliver hadn't shown up.”

“You wouldn't have done anything. If you had lost it, really lost it, Clark and Oliver showing up would have meant nothing.”

“Then why did you send them, why did you ask Clark to stop me if you didn't think he could.”

“I asked Clark to stop you from doing this!” Chloe waved her arms around the room.

Before Davis could respond, Lois poked her head into the room. “Hey, we're back. I'm going to take our Dads down to see Declan, okay.”

Chloe could tell from her cousin's tone that she was very much aware of the atmosphere she'd stepped into. But she wasn't in the mood to pretend things were okay, so she gave Lois a curt nod. Not even bothering to wait until the door was closed before continuing on her rant. “I knew, I knew, you'd take this all in on yourself. That you'd blame yourself, that you'd think this was your fault.”

“It is my fault. They held you in that place because they were looking for me.”

“No, jackass, they held me in that place because they wanted Clark.”

It was in that moment that Clark stuck his head in the door. “Hey. I can hear you.”

“And?” Chloe tossed back. “You could hear us in China. Shut the door.”

“The police are out here, too.” Clark tried to stress this point. “They want to talk to you. Both of you.”

“Well, they're just going to have to wait. Now get out!”

In all the time he'd known Chloe, Davis didn't think he'd ever seen her this upset. No, upset was the wrong word. Actually, he thought as he eyed her warily, she'd moved passed pissed. “Chloe, I think maybe you should calm down.” And that was the absolute wrong thing to say as steam seemed to shoot from her ears.

“Calm down. Calm down! I just found out my husband tried to leave me. What about this situation makes you think I can be calm? Through sickness and in health, Davis. That's what you promised. Do you think this is the first precarious position I've ever been in?”

“Precarious? Chloe, there were men...with guns...pointed at you.”

“So what? I've been buried alive.”

“So....” Davis honestly could not believe she was trying to brush this off like it was no big deal. “Chloe, I could have lost you yesterday.”

“And your response to that was to leave me.”

“I was trying to protect you. That's all I ever want to do. If anything were to happen to you or Declan-”

“How can you prevent anything from happening to Declan and I if you're not with us?” Chloe countered. And just the thought of it, of not having the rest of her life with him twisted something inside of her painfully. And it had her dropping heavily onto the bed. “Do you remember what you said to me on our wedding day? Do you remember you said, 'Please, Chloe, please don't ever let me go'. Do you remember that?”

Feeling that twisting in his chest, that tightening of his throat, he rapidly blinked back the tears in his eyes. She looked so small, so defeated, and it broke his heart. Knew that if he opened his mouth, if he tried to speak, he'd just end up crying. So he said nothing, simply nodded.

“I promised you forever.” And she meant it. She may get tired, angry. She may get horribly frustrated with him. But she'd never let him go. “I feel like...like, I've been holding on to you with both hands and you've been fighting me every step of the way.”

Davis realized the truth in her statement. He'd been pushing her away, or at least trying to, from that first night. “But you never let me go.”

“One of us should keep our promises.” She noticed the way he flinched at that. He wasn't as closed off as he liked to think. Chloe knew her husband. Knew the right things to say to get him to where she needed. “Where are you going?”

It was the last thing he expected to hear. And the words were like a punch in the gut. “I don't know. Haven't really thought about it.”

“I guess you haven't thought much past the when and the how far away.” Nerves fluttered in her belly. She wanted to play this correctly. But it wasn't easy to be so nonchalant when she wanted nothing more than to grab him and beg him to never leave. “Will you let me know where you end up, so I can have some place to send the papers.”

Davis frowned. “What papers?”

“The divorce papers. You didn't think I'd stay married to a man who I couldn't actually be with, did you?”

It was the first time he could ever remember being angry, really and truly angry, and not feeling the beast pacing beneath the surface. What he felt now had nothing to do with the beast. The man was angry. No, the man was livid. “That's crazy. We took vows; for as long as we both shall live. That's what you said.”

“Yeah, well I think in order for that to hold we should be living together. Or at the very least in the same damn state. In my mind, divorce is pretty much implied in your actions.”

“Well, you're out of your damn mind because I'm not giving you a divorce.” He advanced on her. “You're my wife. And you're going to be my wife until the day I die.”

“You know,” Chloe continued to speak as if she hadn't even heard him. “I think, if you're gone for a few years, I won't even need you to sign the divorce papers.”

“We're not getting a divorce.” Davis managed through clenched teeth.

“Of course we are. You can live a free nomadic lifestyle. While I stay here, meet a normal guy and get remarried, get a new normal daddy for Declan, so that we can have a nice normal life?”

Davis had her off the bed before he even fully realized it. His hands were gripped tightly around her upper arms as he held her several inches off the ground. “I said no, damn it. I'm yours. Just like your mine. And Declan is ours.”

“You're the one bailing, Davis, not me.” She saw it then. She saw the realization, the understanding of what consequences his actions would have, finally wash over his features.

The hands that were locked around her arms shifted until she was cradled against his body. “I'm sorry. I just thought you'd be better, that you'd both be better off without me.”

“I need you, Davis. Declan needs you.” With her face buried in his shoulder Chloe began to cry softly. “You can't keep doing this. I can't be the only one holding on.”

As he held his sobbing wife, Davis realized what he'd been doing to her. He asked her, begged her to never let him go. And all the while the only one letting go was him. “I'm sorry, baby.”

Chloe shook her head as she pulled back so she could look into his eyes. “I don't need you to be sorry, Davis. I just need you to hold on to me.” Her arms tightened around his neck, lips moving softly against his ear as she whispered. “Hold on to us. And don't ever let go.”

---

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion—

Arthur Koestler

“Mr. Bloome you went missing for several hours after your wife was brought into the hospital.” Detective Martin Lewis was a thirty year man. He'd seen all the weird and unexplainable things Metropolis had to offer. He knew when a story wasn't adding up. “From my understanding you were allowed to go in because of an emergency situation, but you never came back out. Just turned up here at the hospital.”

“I told you, my wife was bleeding....

*************

Lois was in an opposite corner of the hospital talking to a detective who looked like she wanted to be anywhere, doing anything but what she was doing. “They didn't want to run the risk of a cop sneaking in...”

“They'd already killed a few security guards prior to this.” Detective Elizabeth Reed interrupted. “Why were they concerned with keeping your cousin alive?”

“I don't know, but I wasn't exactly going to argue with them about it either.” Lois ran her hands tiredly though her hair. She knew how to give half truths, knew how to say a lot without saying anything at all. And she knew this situation called for her to talk as much as possible without giving away any information. No one might have trusted her with their secrets, and she could admit to understanding their decisions, but vowed to never make them regret her knowing now. “I think they'd been following us. I don't know if you read the paper...”

***************

“It was just a hunch I had.” It had taken Chloe a few moments to figure out how she wanted to play this situation. And she knew it would have to be a hell of a performance, because nothing that happened from the moment she and Lois entered the MCS could be easily explained. And trying to gloss over two aliens and a league of costumed heroes was not the easiest thing in the world. “I thought if I could get ahead of the people behind the bank robberies, I could get ahead of the RBB. But I think these guys...they acted like I knew who the RBB was." Give him the idea, Chloe thought, let him write his own story.

“So you think they took you in an attempt to catch the RBB? That they'd been following you?”

*****************

“Why else would they be so concerned about Chloe's health or know who her husband was?” Lois tossed back.

*****************

“I went in to help my wife, before I knew it there was this whoosh of air and my wife was gone. One of the guys, I guess he figured the jig was up, grabbed me, knocked me out, and the next thing I remember is waking up in some alley in Edge city. I called Clark and Oliver to come get me.”

“Why didn't you call the police, Mr. Bloome?”

“I didn't think about it. All I thought about was my wife.”

******************

“I find it hard to believe that you've been working so long to track down this blur and when you're finally face to face-”

“I'd gone into premature labor, Detective. I was losing a lot of blood, I thought I was going to lose my son. I could have been face to face with Christ Himself and not have thought to ask him a single question.”

*****************

“First of all, it's a blur, hence the name. So I didn't see anything that wasn't blurry. And secondly, Chloe was losing a lot of blood. I wasn't a reporter in that moment, I wasn't anything but afraid for my cousin.”

---

Detective Lewis was lighting his cigarette the moment they cleared the hospital doors, taking in that first deep drag with pure pleasure. He knew they killed, but everyone had to die of something. And considering what he did and the city he did it in, well....he could think of worse ways to go.

“You think they were telling the truth.”

Lewis looked over to the fresh face young man beside him. Just got his shield and was as eager as a puppy. Lewis figured he'd wouldn't be on the job long, he wasn't ready for the things he would see in Metropolis.

“They all said the same thing.” Reed said as she eyed her partners cigarette, if he thought he was getting in a car with her with that thing lit he had another thing coming.

“Not really.” Lewis knew his partner was glaring at him, but it wasn't his fault she'd been struggling at kicking the habit. “They told different stories, but to the same end. Nothing to make us think they'd made up a story, just the facts as they saw them. And all their facts added up to each other.” Bringing the cigarette to his lips, he savored the last drag before pinching the end out between his thumb and forefinger.

“What are you thinking, Lew?”

“I'm thinking a lot of damage was done inside that building and not all of it by guns. Take the kid back to the station, lean on our guests a bit. I'm going to head back to the MCS.” This was Metropolis, Detective Lewis thought, there was always more to the story.

---

“So they're letting you guys go home tomorrow?”

Chloe gave an absent shrug, as she wasn't entirely sure they would be going home tomorrow. They'd come and taken Declan again, another check-up with the doctor. Told Chloe she needed to stay, needed as much rest as she could get, but Davis had gone down. But eventually he'd been sent back as well. Chloe tried not to worry, but her baby was somewhere having more tests done, and she couldn't be with him. She didn't know if there was a worse feeling in the world.

Davis paced the room. Arms folded across his chest as they usually were when he was worrying about something. Why couldn't they be calm about this? Everyone-the techs, the nurses, the doctors-assured them that Declan was just fine. That this last series of test was just to confirm what they already knew; that Declan was perfectly healthy to go home. They both knew that, understood that, but couldn't relax until they were given that final okay.

The day had been as emotionally draining as the one before had been physically exhausting. Her father had come in, cried over her, cried over his grandson, mentioned something about a gun that went over her head but Davis seemed to understand. Her uncle was every bit the General and ordered her to stop milking the whole 'giving birth' thing, and get out of bed so that she could start shaping her kid into a soldier. At least that's what she thought he said, she learned as a little girl that the best way to handle Sam Lane was to nod in agreement. Which she didn't have to do for long, as Martha had shown up and cut him off just as he was gearing up his pitch to enlist Davis.

Chloe didn't know what Clark had told his mother about Davis, but Martha had wrapped her arms around Davis and whispered something in his ear that had him pulling back with a look of utter surprise on his face. After that Davis seemed to fall for Martha, but then who didn't. She stayed for a few hours, then herded Gabe and Sam out of the room and back to the farm when the nurse came to take Declan. But not even Martha could get the others to budge.

“Knock, knock.” The door opened just as Lisa and a tech came in pushing Declan's bassinet. Davis was on them immediately, holding the door open. “Wow, I think there's more people here now than there was earlier.”

Bart just barely managed not to speed across the room, though he couldn't keep himself from practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Hey, can I hold the baby now?”

Davis looked at the hyper young man, then down to his small son. He knew Chloe thought of Bart as a brother and aside from Lois he'd been one of the first of Chloe's friends who didn't look at him like some sort of criminal. But the kid was practically vibrating.

“You might want to wait until after he eats.” Lisa started to lift Declan out of the bassinet, but Davis beat her to it. Carrying Declan to Chloe and placing him gently in his mother's arms. “Dr. Gibson will be up just as soon as the last test comes back. Which shouldn't be too long now.” She went to make a few notes on the computer, double checked to make sure the test hadn't come back during transport. “Alright, I'll just be down the hall if you need anything.”

Davis started to arrange the pillows for Chloe, until he glanced over and noticed Lois had no intention of relinquishing her spot on the bed. He knew her well enough to know that nothing he could say would budge her an inch. So instead he went around the bed and merely scooped her up as easily as he had his son before carrying her over to the couch to deposit her besides Dinah.

“I'd be pissed if that wasn't kind of hot.” Lois gripped as she repositioned herself.

“My wife is going to feed the baby.” Davis announced, only to receive blank looks from most everyone in the room. “She's breast feeding. Bart,” He shot a warning look to the speedster who's eyes simply lit up. “I will kill you. Everyone without breasts need to go. Now.”

Not at all doubting the threat in Davis' words all the guys immediately found something else they could be doing and quickly left the room. Lois and Dinah left as well, wanting to give the couple some time together.

"Here," Davis went back to the bed to help Chloe get situated. "Better. You need anything else?"

"Yes," Chloe smiled up at her husband. "You to stop pacing and relax." Placing her hand on his cheek, she urged him closer so she could press her lips to his brow. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He smiled down at his son, brushed his fingers over the dark curls sticking out of his cap. "We did this, baby."

"Yes we did." Chloe agreed.

"He's perfect." Just as she was, Davis thought. Declan was just as perfect as his mother. "I never thought I'd have anything so absolutely perfect."

---

“So, lactation nurse.” Bart finally looked up from the book he seemed absolutely absorbed in. Once Declan was feed and Chloe covered back up, Davis had let everyone back into the room. Bart had figured he, Lois, and Clark would pretty much set up camp at the hospital. He never would have guessed everyone else would as well. “That's an actual job.”

Victor frowned at his fellow hero. “You need a girlfriend.”

“Well I was working on that. Then tall, dark, and alien over there had to come in all- look at me with the dimples and soulful eyes and I can pick you up with one hand....”

“Really, Bart, I don't know if you're bitter or harboring a crush.” Dinah gave a playful smirk only to receive a glare in return.

Chloe gave a tired chuckle, she was trying to keep up with the multitude of conversations, but even for her it wasn't the easiest thing to do. It wasn't until they were all crowded inside the room, carrying on at least five different conversations, that she realized just how ridiculously large this room was. And her friends had taken complete advantage of it.

When Oliver stepped out of the bathroom, he held his hands up so that Davis could see them. “They're clean. Now can I hold him.”

“Have you ever held a baby before?” Davis eyed Oliver warily, folding in on himself as if to shield his son from the billionaire.

“Have you?” Oliver tossed backed. “You know, before this one.”

“Actually, I have. But even still, I made this one, so my experience doesn't matter.” He continued to hold Declan close, not in the least bit convinced it was safe for Oliver to hold the baby.

“This is ridiculous, you let Dinah hold him.”

“Chloe let Dinah hold him.” Davis corrected as he adjusted the knit cap on his son's head.

Oliver grinned, maybe he should have figured Davis for the over-protective type. And it's not that he could blame him, not really. The kid was so small, when Oliver first saw Declan, he appeared to be more blanket then baby. AC, Victor, and Clark had backed off, looking at the baby like he'd crumble if they so much as touched him. “What about Bart? You let him hold Declan.”

Davis gave Oliver a bland look. No one could really say Bart held the baby, when Chloe sat behind him practically holding them both. But at Oliver's statement, Bart began to grin broadly; proud that he'd been trusted to hold the baby when Oliver wasn't. “You just...you've never held a baby.”

As that argument continued to go on, and Bart figured it would never end, everyone moved on to other things. He stood from his chair, stretching, feeling that restless buzz. “Man, I'm starving. I'm going for food.”

Dinah glanced up from the laptop she was working at. “Where're you going?”

“Serious craving for meat, cheese, and bread. So I'm thinking Philly. Anybody want anything?”

It was the absolute wrong question for him to ask, as the others quickly began to shout out requests.

“Chinese.”

“Italian.”

“Pizza. Chicago style.”

“Corn beef sandwich from that place you found in Detroit.”

“I want Sushi, but not the lecture from fish stick. So, how about Cuban.”

“My mom said she was frying chicken.”

“Three of the largest cheese steaks they have. And Chloe made this chicken and rice thing the other night, there's some left over at the apartment.” Davis noticed the looks everyone was giving him. “I haven't ate in twenty-four hours.”

“You know what, scratch the Italian.” Lois decided. “Little cousin's chicken and rice for me, too.”

“Beautiful?”

“Ask my husband.” It was Chloe's turn to receive odd looks from their friends. “With the breast feeding there are certain things I'm not suppose to be eating. I didn't read any of the books or pay attention to the lactation nurse. He read all the books and hunted down the lactation nurse like she owed him money.” She was still receiving odd looks and decided not to justify any further. “Just bring back food and we'll figure it out.”

“Alright, gorgeous.” Leaning over the bed he kissed her cheek before disappearing out of the room.

“Hey, baby, I think Declan needs a diaper change.”

“So, you can't feed yourself and he can't change a diaper.” Lois gave a sleepy chuckle from her spot on the bed. “That can't be good for Declan's chances.”

Davis shot Lois a sarcastic smirk as he gently placed Declan back in the bassinet before going to help Chloe out of the bed. “I can change his diaper. It's just...he's so small and my hands are so big.”

“Yes they are.” Dinah mumbled appreciatively without looking up from her laptop.

“Watch it, Tweety.” Chloe warned as she smiled down at her son, whose fussing only increased as she began to strip him. Davis hovered just over her shoulder, when he braced his arms on either side of the bassinet he seemed to surround them both. Maybe it was hormones, her emotions running higher than normal, but she would have sworn it was warmer here, in the circle of his arms, than any place else.

Clark knew now wasn't the time, knew that he shouldn't make his problems Chloe's. She had a lot on her plate right now, concerns and things on her mind that had nothing to do with him. But Johnathon Kent had instilled his boy with a healthy sense of paranoia.

Now was not the time, this was not the place, to possibly piss Davis off. He still didn't have a good read on the other Kryptonian. On average, Davis seemed like a pretty mellow guy. But on more than one occasion Clark had seen him lose it when it came to Chloe. So Clark knew, he knew, now was not the time to press. Not after the day they had yesterday, not when everyone seemed determined to put it behind them. And despite everything that had gone on, Clark had never seen Chloe happier. But as was often with Clark...

“What did you guys say to the police?”

“That we were held hostage by a group of meteor infected kids in an attempt to lure out you and Davis.” Lois cracked her eyes open just in time to see Clark go deathly pale. “At least that's what I told them, it's anyone's guess what Chloe and Davis said.”

Chloe was slow to bundle Declan back up, as she picked up on Davis' near obsessive need to count his fingers and toes at every available opportunity. “Clark, do you really think I would have let slip something about you. Especially when it's not just you, I have Davis and quite possibly Declan to worry about now.” Considering his remarkable turnaround, Chloe was sure Declan had inherited more than just his father's dark hair and mouth. “I mean I may have forgotten what you were for a while, but I never lost my ability to spin a tale.” As she considered her last statement, a frown marred Chloe's brow. “I still can't figure out how I could have possibly forgotten something like that. Especially when so much of my life centered around it.”

It seemed to Chloe that all the air had been sucked from the room, as if everyone held their collective breaths. Even Lois picked up on the sudden change as her eyes popped open to take in the faces of those around her. Chloe knew the signs, knew what it meant when people wouldn't meet her eyes, when they started shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Or when everything about their face said 'I told you so', like Dinah's. More importantly, she knew the Clark Kent 'ruh roh' face. “What's going on?”

It was, Clark knew, now or never. At the moment it seemed more along the lines of 'lose Chloe now or lose her later'. She wouldn't know unless he told her, she wouldn't think him capable of it. Because she trusted him, always had. Though she may never again. She loved him, always thought the best of him. Funny how it wasn't until now that he realized that she was the best of him.

“I think,” Dinah began as she shut down her notebook and began to collect her things. “I'm going to go out and stretch my legs a bit.”

Even as the rest of the guys began making lame excuses and quickly escaping, Chloe looked at him with nothing more than confusion. Davis and Lois remained. And maybe that was right, maybe they deserved to hear what he had done. Maybe he owed them an explanation as well. “Chloe.” How was it that at the time he'd been so sure of his decision? He'd been absolutely positive that he'd done the right thing, done what was best for Chloe. But now, when he was faced with her reaction, he was anything but positive. Actually, he was sure he'd likely never been more wrong about anything in his life. “Chlo.”

The smile that curled her lips was hesitant and held more than a hint of nerves. “It can't really be all that bad can it, Clark?”

Left with no other choice, he told her all it. Going back to when Braniac infected her, then how she told him of the blank spots in her memory to Jimmy coming to him for help; he told her everything. When the trust in her eyes began to dim, his words faltered, but he continued on. Explaining how he'd thought of nothing but her well-being, her safety. But the more he talked, the less she believed him, the more he felt as if he was standing in front of a stranger.

Or maybe, Clark thought as he neared the end of his explanation, it was Chloe who felt as if she were looking at a stranger.

Chloe could have told him that it was precisely how she felt. It was the only clear feeling she had. She didn't know the man in front of her. This was not her friend. What kind of friend robbed someone of their memories, took away the things that made them who and what they were? He...violated her. And never would Chloe have thought Clark capable of something like that. Yet, he'd done it. Justified it. Making her think maybe she'd never known him at all.

“Chlo,” Clark didn't recognize the weak, wavering voice as his own. “Say something.”

What, Chloe thought. What could she possibly say? What was there to say? She felt something inside of her break.

“Chloe please.”

Chloe felt Davis' arms come around her. It may have been cowardice, but Chloe couldn't think about this. She didn't want to think about this. She wanted her husband and her son. She wanted to think about the doctor telling them all of Declan's test came back good. She wanted to think about putting Declan in the jumper Davis bought and taking him home. She didn't want to think about Clark. Because thinking about Clark made her angry. And at the moment too much had gone right for her to be angry. “I think you should leave, Clark.”

“But-”

“I don't want you here anymore.” She could be angry later. When she was able to fully work her mind around what he'd done. When she had Davis and Declan home and safe; when she was no longer an emotional mess. At the moment it was too much on top of so much already. The yelling would come, the anger was already there. But right now the hurt outweighed the anger. The hurt was hard to think around. “So, I think you should leave.”

Clark looked at Lois and Davis, who seemed to have nothing to offer him, and with one last pitiful look to Chloe left the room.

---

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend—William Blake

Days passed into weeks and Chloe had yet to speak one word about Clark's confession. After Clark had left her hospital room, Davis held his wife as she cried. And then watched as she pulled herself together. She said nothing to him, nothing to Lois, nothing to the JL as they slowly reentered the room. She didn't so much as utter Clark's name again. And he and Lois knew better than to broach the subject of her best friend.

Declan and Chloe had remained in the hospital an extra two nights, but both were given a clean bill of health when they were finally discharged.. And being new parents consumed Chloe and Davis' days. Which was good, gave them both little time to think of anything else. But there were times, during those rare quiet moments, that he saw the sadness creep over her features followed immediately by an intense anger. Then he'd watch as she'd resolutely push both emotions away.

It was hard for him not to push her to open up to him. She needed time, what Clark had done...well, Davis could only imagine Chloe needed a lot of time to come to terms with it. Even more, Davis wasn't sure he was the right person for her to talk to. Of course he knew what Clark had done was wrong, but he couldn't deny that a part of him understood where the farmboy was coming from. The mere existence of him and Clark in her life put Chloe in danger. The power they had, the damage they could do, was one thing. But as he found out, there were people out there who wished to capture them, to use them and their power against the world. And those people weren't against hurting Chloe to get them to come to heel.

Hadn't Davis been willing to do whatever he could to keep what he was from hurting her. It wasn't easy, living with the knowledge that by simply existing, he put the people he loved in danger. So he thought he knew where Clark's head was at when he erased Chloe's memories of his secret. He'd never say Clark was right, but he understood.

It was a hard place for Davis to be. Chloe was hurting and the only person who could help her now was the person who hurt her in the first place. But he wouldn't press for her to have the confrontation before she was ready. He thought maybe he'd feel better if he could shove his fist in Clark's face; just because he understood why Clark had done what he did, didn't mean he wasn't pissed.

It was such a violation of their friendship. Truth, Davis knew, for Chloe wasn't just required, it was demanded. She gave all of herself, took on the secrets of others and guarded them with her life, all she asked for in return was honesty. And what Clark did, Davis couldn't begin to imagine what that felt like.

Matters were further complicated when Detective Lewis showed up at their door to tell them the men responsible for holding Chloe and Lois captive were found dead in their prison cells not even a week after being transferred to the state facilities. It frightened Davis like nothing before, because it reinforced his belief of someone very powerful being behind what happened at the MCS. And it was for this reason the JL stayed close to Metropolis, Bart parking on their couch several nights a week.

Naturally Chloe argued, let everyone know she felt as though she were being watched all the time, and was very unhappy. But, Davis thought with a pained sigh, Chloe was unhappy with a lot of things lately. Namely him and any and all things he'd done recently. And he took it, took it because he knew that she was feeling out of control. Took it because he knew what was really bothering her. Took it because he thought it was better for her to let loose on him then to hold everything in on herself.

---

As the morning sun began to slip through the blinds and slant across the room, Chloe fought the urge to pull the sheets over her head. She didn't even know it was possible for the body to be this tired. But guilt had her pushing the comforter back. To say she spent most of the previous night behaving like an absolute bitch to Davis may have been a bit of an understatement.

He'd come in late from work, something that had been completely out of his control, but Chloe hadn't been willing to hear that. She'd been tired, sleep deprived, and pissed at Clark. Bart had avoided her the entire day, something she couldn't figure out how he managed without ever leaving the apartment. But the second Davis opened the door, Bart had gone out of it at a speed that had to surprise even himself.

So she took her foul mood out on her husband, lit in to him because she knew he'd take it. She thought she'd feel better if he yelled back, called her out on her behavior. But the bitchier she got, the sweeter he acted. Telling her to express a few bottles of milk while he got Declan ready for bed. Then he'd gone and drawn a bubble bath for her to which she responded by making it very clear that she did not want him to stay with her and then becoming indignant when he actually left her alone.

It didn't help that the hot bath was exactly what she needed as was the absolute peace and quiet. And when she went into the bedroom, he was there, leading her to the bed, and using those lovely hands of his to massage lotion into every inch of her body. She didn't fight him when he slipped his beloved Gretzky jersey over her head and cuddled her against him where she fell instantly and deeply to sleep.

Ten hours, Chloe thought as she looked at the clock beside the bed. She slept like the dead for close to ten hours. Davis' side of the bed was no longer warm, so she knew he'd been up for quite some time. It was hard for him to sleep in, even on his days off. But he especially like getting up early on his days off, so he could spend as much time as possible with Declan. And she believed he liked for her to sleep in on those days so that he could spend that time alone with his son.

He was a good father. A good husband. And he didn't deserve to come home from a sixteen hour day to a wife who decided to act like a complete asshole. The worse part was, if she were honest with herself, she had to admit that it wasn't just her behavior yesterday. She'd been giving him a hard time ever since they brought Declan home from the hospital.

First because he'd gone back to work. He'd taken a week and maybe that had been the problem as he spoiled her rotten while he'd been home. But then he'd gone back to work, pulling double shifts to make up for his time off. It upset her and she took pleasure in letting him know just how much so. Actually she took pleasure in letting him know when a lot of things upset her.

Even as the words left her mouth, Chloe knew she was out of line when she accused him of bringing the JL in to watch her because he no longer wanted to be bothered. She argued that she didn't want everyone hanging around; she told him she wanted nothing more than her husband and her son and time alone with both of them. Logically she understood his standpoint; twenty men responsible for holding her hostage turned up dead. He wasn't wiling to take any chances with her and Declan's safety. But Chloe hadn't let logic and reason stop her from yelling at him.

Sex became an issue. Or she made an issue out of him not being the least bit bothered by the fact that they couldn't have sex. Her emotions were still an absolute mess and on most days she felt painfully worn down and was sure she looked it; the combination of which convinced her that Davis no longer found her attractive. A claim she couldn't back up in the least, as his near compulsive need to touch her was still very much a part of their relationship. But she threw the accusation at him anyway, even going so far as to accuse him of cheating.

Maybe now she could smile about his reaction. Standing in the nursery, holding Declan, and looking at her as if she'd just turned all three faces of Eve. And his response had been the same one he'd been giving her recently; 'You're gonna have to tell me how to respond to that, Chloe.' She'd broken down in tears then, which was also happening a lot lately.

Chloe knew she was acting like a lunatic. More, she knew that Davis knew, hell everyone knew, she as acting like a complete loon. The only one who actually called her on her behavior was Lois; telling her it wasn't fair to take her anger out on Davis because she knew he would take it. And he was taking a lot. What was worse, he was taking it for no other reason than because Chloe found out the hard way that her best friend could still break her heart.

Decidedly shaking off that thought, Chloe concentrated on listening out for her guys. The apartment was so quiet, she wondered for a moment if she was actually alone. But immediately dismissed the idea, Davis never left without letting her know. Even when he had to wake her up to tell her, which was annoying but a comfort none-the-less.

There was more than a little reluctance in her movement when she climbed out of the bed. As she stepped into the bathroom, she couldn't really tell if Davis had taken his shower already as the man never left any room a mess. She often felt bad, as she had a habit of leaving things wherever she dropped them, leaving Davis to pick up behind her. This morning was no different as she dropped her toothbrush back into the holder, but left the cap off the toothpaste and tossed her washcloth carelessly into the basin.

As she made her way back into the bedroom, Chloe thought it may have been smarter for her to take advantage of having a bit of a lay in, but she could never pass up a chance to watch Davis and Declan together. It was times like this that she kind of regretted the fact that they'd moved. In the old apartment she'd have seen been able to see her husband and son, regardless of where they were, without having to leave the bed.

Chloe didn't bother stopping by the nursery, she was sure if they were there she'd have heard them. She didn't know how he moved that solid six foot frame around without making a sound, she especially didn't know how he kept Declan so quiet. Not that her son was much a crier, he was actually a very laid back baby. So her response to having a good baby and a good husband was to act like a raging bitch.

With a shake of her head, Chloe decided to make that up to them.

The kitchen was located at the end of the hall and that's where she could hear them. It was a small area, barely enough room for Chloe and Davis to move around in. But since they rotated cooking nights, it was unlikely they ever occupied the space at the same time. And there was hardly any counter space for Declan's chair, so Chloe wondered exactly how Davis managed it. But she found her answer as she rounded the corner.

Davis was in nothing more than a pair of gym shorts, but it was Saturday and he usually spent the weekend without a shirt. He held Declan up on his shoulder with one hand cupped behind the baby's head while his arm supported his body. With the other he went about fixing what, she was sure, was at least his third bowl of cereal. Declan had on a white onesie, a pair of shorts that looked a lot like Davis', and socks on his hands and feet. And his head was resting on his daddy's shoulder like it was the most comfortable place in the world.

Though she was sure he heard her coming up the hall, Chloe still rapt her knuckles against the wall. “Morning.”

Davis angled his head so that he was smiling at her over his shoulder. “Hey, good morning. You're suppose to be getting some sleep.”

“If I stayed in bed I wouldn't have been sleeping.” She moved until she was standing behind him. One arm wrapping around his waist and the other lifting so she could run her fingers lightly over Declan's dark hair. Her eyes drifting close as she rested her cheek against Davis' back. She could smell them both; loved the way Declan's soft powdery scent mixed with the clean earthy smell that always seemed to cling to Davis' skin. “Did Bart call?”

“Yeah, said he was going to try his luck in Vegas.” The grin tugged at the corners of Davis' lips. Admittedly, on a good day it was hard to keep pace with Bart, but he found himself enjoying having the speedster staying with them. Not only was Chloe safe with him, but he never failed to make her smile, and at this point Davis was willing to take all the help he could get. “You should be resting.”

“Don't want rest. I want my two guys.”

“How about this? You go get back in bed and Dec and I will join you. I'll even share my cereal.”

Her smile formed against his skin. “Lucky me.” But she lifted Declan out of Davis' arms and carried him back to the bedroom. Now that she was holding him, she could see the way the shorts bagged on him. He'd had a doctor's appointment a few days ago where they learned he was now a very solid 5lbs 8oz; both she and Davis seemed to hold their breath until Dr. Gibson informed them that he was gaining weight at a normal rate. But even so, the newborn clothes they bought were still a little big on him.

In the bedroom, she pulled the blankets down to the foot of the bed before climbing in. She spread the receiving blanket out so she could lay Declan on his back and stretched out beside him. “We're going to have to start labeling the mittens for your daddy.” She gave a wide smile when his eyes opened. “Hi, son. How are you this morning?” She continued to talk, rattling off nonsense that had Declan looking at her with the utmost seriousness.

“Alright, I come baring food.” Davis announced as he walked into the room carrying a service tray over his shoulder. “Now you can have yogurt and the crap you put in it or a bowl of the always awesome Fruity Pebbles.”

He was holding the box just under his chin, a wide smile gracing his face. “I don't know, I wouldn't want to finish off the box And God knows, that's an experience I don't want to relive.”

“Don't worry about it. New box. Also, if you prefer, I have Coco Pebbles.”

“Wow, you're sharing your Coco Pebbles.”

“Hey, I know how to treat my baby right.”

Chloe laughed, she didn't know where his playful mood came from, but as his eyes lit with his smile she couldn't say she cared. “You know you should really consider eating like a grown up. And I don't mean having a bowl of your big boy cereal, but an actual adult breakfast.”

“Adults eat Frosted Flakes for breakfast, but I only have half a box so you can't have any of that.”

“Baby, there's a cartoon tiger on the front of the box.”

“Says the woman who eats cookies in the shape of teddy bears. And do I even have to mention the gummy worms.”

“Shut up.” She went with the Fruity Pebbles, sharing most of her bowl with him. The man loved his cereal and she was only eating it to make him happy.

When Declan began to fuss, Davis ordered her to stay in bed while he went and got his bottle. After he was fed and burped, Davis settled Declan down between them again. She thought this was how they should spend every morning together. Chloe knew her anger with him going back to work had very little to do with her anger at Clark. She liked having Davis to herself. Between the league always being around, Bart camping on the couch, and his long hours; they spent very little time together.

Now they lay facing each other on the bed, feet tangled together, conversation flowing slowly and randomly. Chloe could feel his fingers in her hair, it was times like this she really loved how....large he was. The way he could hold her and Declan without it feeling as if he were smothering them. When that look of awe lighted Davis' features, she reached out to brush her fingers along his cheek. “Still not use to it, huh?”

“It's just...He's mine...We made him.” He placed his hand on Declan's back, feeling it rise and fall with each breath. “This living breathing person came from us. After....I didn't think I would ever be a father, you know. But here he is.”

Saying nothing, Chloe leaned over Declan so that she could press her mouth to his. Feeling that contact, that connection she'd been avoiding the past few weeks. “I'm sorry, Davis.”

A smile twitched at the corners of Davis' mouth. “Don't apologize for that.” He leaned in, wanting to prolong the kiss but Chloe pulled away with the shake of her head.

“Not for that. For the way I've been acting.” She could see him start to argue, considered letting him, but she had to get this out. It was only fair that she give what she'd have demanded from him. “You and I both know I've been acting like a jerk. And it hasn't been fair to you. I don't know how you've managed to resist smothering me with a pillow.”

“I love you.” He answered offhandedly, earning a small smile from his wife. “And I know where it was coming from.”

“Which makes it worse. I took everything out on you for no other reason then because I knew you'd take it.”

“Was it any different than me threatening to leave when I knew you wouldn't let me?”

“Yes. Because your road to bad behavior was paved with good intentions. Mine was paved with the intention of acting like a bitch.” She linked her fingers with his over Declan's back. “You never pushed me, never acted like what I was feeling wasn't a big deal. You never even told me to dismiss Clark out of my life.”

“I've never had relationships with people like the ones you have with your friends. But I know that a friendship like yours and Clark's...you can't just dismiss that. Your friends are important to you and what's important to you is important to me.” He slipped his hand from hers so that he could pull her closer. He wanted to close his eyes, to let the combined sounds of Chloe and Declan's heartbeats lull him to sleep. He had yet to tell Chloe that he could hear them; that on his late shifts when his body was tired and it was easier for the beast to take control that he'd search for the sound of Declan and Chloe's heartbeats. And no matter where in the city he was he'd hear them and it would push the beast back. “I can't tell you how to handle this, because it wasn't done to me. All I can do is be here for you and hope you work your way though it.”

“You think I should talk to Clark.”

Davis hesitated. He didn't want to press his luck, didn't want to say something that would set her off and have him going three steps back. But she asked and he never lied to her. “I think you need to. But not when it's best for me or for Clark or Lois or anyone else. You need to talk to Clark, but only when you're ready.”

“What if it takes me a year to be ready?”

“That depends.”

“On what.”

“On whether or not you're still acting like an asshole. Then I may be forced to smother you with a pillow.”

---

Clark didn't know how he was suppose to greet Davis and did nothing more than stand awkwardly on the other side of the threshold. Now that he knew exactly what Davis was, the man was a lot more threatening then Clark originally gave him credit for, especially when he factored in what he'd done to the man's wife. But it was kind of hard to be afraid of a man holding a baby in matching black newsboy caps.

For someone who'd always felt big and clumsy around women, Clark eyed the baby warily. He didn't understand how Davis could hold the kid so easily, almost absently; like he'd been holding babies his whole life. He wondered, as he often found himself doing know that he knew Davis was like him, if the other Kryptonian ever struggled with the same hang-ups he had. Clark could remember the near paralyzing fear he had of hurting Lana if things became too intense between them and wondered if Davis knew the same fear with Chloe.

There were so many things he wanted to talk to Davis about. So many questions he had. One of which was how he handled it when Chloe didn't speak to him. Because Clark had learned from Lois that the couple had gone through several periods in which Chloe refused to speak to her husband. And Clark wanted Davis to tell him how he handled it; because he didn't think he could go another day without his best friend in his life.

“Hey,” Clark shuffled his feet searching for something, anything, to say. “Pink?”

Davis looked down to himself, then over to his son with a frown. “Chloe,” He said her name with an impatient huff. “I told you this shirt was pink. You've got my son in a pink shirt.”

“It's not pink.” Chloe called from the back of the apartment. “It's a faded red.”

When Davis turned back to him, the question so clearly on his face he didn't have to ask, Clark nodded. “It's pink.”

“I'm not going to argue with her about this.” Davis turned back into the apartment.

Left with no other choice, Clark followed him inside. Watching as Davis put the baby's jacket on before placing him in the carseat. He thought it was kind of neat the way Davis made it all seem so routine; strapping the baby in, tucking a thin blanket around him, and then tossing another one over the seat itself. “You guys heading out.”

“Yeah.” Davis gave a shy grin. “Your mom called, she said she had a little time and wanted to have lunch with me and Dec. She's...”

Clark gave a proud grin. “I know.”

“Hey,” Chloe paused in the hallway. She studied the two men, wondered why she hadn't seen the similarities between them before. Wondered how different her husband would have been, how different Clark would have been, if the Kents had found both boys. “Shoes.” She held up a ridiculously small pair of Nike's Davis insisted on buying.

“Right.” Davis held out his hand, forcing her to make that step towards him. Towards Clark. It took a few moments, but she finally moved. Pressing herself to his side as he made quick work of tossing back blankets and covering his son's feet. “I think we're set.” He straightened up to smile down at her.

He was so excited that Chloe couldn't help but to smile back at him. After two months he was taking Declan out without her. She wondered if he would come back immediately after lunch with Martha or if he'd make a few stops so he could show off his son. When she considered that this was the same man who told everyone they met she was pregnant, Chloe went with the latter. Pushing his hat back off his face she leaned up on her toes to press a kiss to his mouth. Then she bent down, moving all the blankets he just straightened out, to kiss Declan as well. “Bye, son.”

Chloe had never understood how women could claim to be so exhausted by their children and then be so reluctant to allow someone to take them for a few hours. But as she watched Davis walk out the door, she felt a lance of grief so strong her breath caught. She never spent any time away from her baby and had to fight the urge to run after Davis and stop him from taking Declan now.

Clark noticed the way sorrow and panic flashed in Chloe's eyes. “You okay, Chlo.”

Chloe nodded, thought if she spoke she'd end up crying. Besides, it wasn't like she could explain it to him. That he'd even understand if she did. Not for the first time, she cursed her hormones and wondered when she'd get back to feeling sane.

The plan had been to speak to Clark calmly, reasonably. Of course she'd known the odds of that actually happening were slim to none, but she'd considered giving it her best. Even after her talk with Davis, it taken her a few weeks to get to this point. And when she finally felt she could speak to Clark rationally she called and invited him over. But Davis was barely out the door and her emotions had gone haywire again.

Clark thought about commenting on how big Declan had gotten since the last time he saw him. Thought about mentioning how much he was beginning to look like Davis. But held his tongue because he wasn't sure his comments were welcome. Held back because he thought he'd end up asking if he were still Declan's Godfather.

It was a question that had been running through his head for the past few weeks. A symbol of their friendship that he couldn't bare see destroyed. Because even before Declan was born, he and Chloe hadn't been spending a fair amount of time together. She had still been very much pissed off at him for the article he wrote about the attack on Davis. But none of that stopped her from approaching him at work, Clark could remember how he couldn't help but to smile as he watched his very pregnant best friend maneuver her way to his desk, and asked if he would be her son's Godfather.

It was only now that he realized she asked because no matter how angry she was with him, she still trusted him. Trusted him with what he knew was the most precious thing in the world to her: her child.

Clark had accepted, how could he not. But now he wondered if the offer was still on the table. Chloe no longer trusted him, he'd felt that bond between them snap like a physical thing. Had been walking around these last few weeks feeling as though a piece of deadly green rock had been shoved beneath his skin; too deep for him to pull out, too deep to even find.

He didn't know how to break the ice now. There relationship, what he'd done, was to meaningful to try small talk. So, Clark opened his mouth and what came out was the same thought that had gone through his head everyday since she put him out of her hospital room. “I can't lose you, Chloe.”

When she woke up this morning, she thought shed been ready for this. But as his sad broken words reached her ears, Chloe realized she was so very far from ready. “It's too late for that, Clark.” The anger was still there, coursing through every inch of her system. Making her feel like an animal caged and snarling to get out. “Our friendship, what we were....We'll never be that again. It's gone. I trusted you more than anyone. I trusted you with my husband, with my son. When it seems I couldn't even trust you with our friendship. Because when I needed you to protect it, when I needed you to make sure it stayed intact, you destroyed it. Ripped it apart so completely there aren't any pieces big enough to even put it together.”

It hurt in a way he couldn't even describe. Not just the words, but the way he could see she meant them. Thought maybe he'd drop to his knees and beg. Didn't think there was anything he wouldn't do to keep Chloe in his life. “I'm sorry.”

“I can't do anything with your sorries, Clark. My son is half Kryptonian and I wouldn't have known what that was. Because of you, I wouldn't have been able to explain to Declan who he was. I can remember now, after Davis told me what Lois said when she was possessed by his mother, being relieved because I thought we could come to you. That you would know what to do, how to help him. That neither of you would be alone anymore. But then it was all gone. And not only couldn't I help you any more. I couldn't help him either.”

Didn't he understand that kind of helplessness. Didn't he know what it was like to see someone he cared about slipping and not being able to help them. It happened with Lex. It happened with Lana. It was a terrible feeling, one he never would have wanted for her. “I know what I did was wrong.”

“Why?”

Clark frowned, thrown by the question. “Why? I don't-”

“Why was it wrong?” Chloe spoke to him as if he lacked the mental capacity to understand. It may have been cruel, but her anger would allow for nothing less that cruelty. “Tell me why you think what you did was wrong.”

That fact that he knew his answer would not be one she wanted to hear kept Clark from speaking. And if the way she looked at him was any indication, Chloe knew what he would say as well. But he couldn't deny that the fact that his actions caused a massive rift in his relationship with her was the main reason he regretted what he'd done.

She didn't need him to say it, she'd known Clark long enough, well enough, to know that he could be terribly selfish. That the odds were good he hadn't second guessed his decision until it started to effect him negatively. It didn't make him a bad person, didn't make him any different from a lot of people. But it didn't help his case with Chloe, either. “Do you even understand that what you did....” There were a lot of words she could have thrown out, ugly hurtful words that she had to battle back. “You violated me. You betrayed my trust. When you knew, you knew, that I wouldn't have agreed to that.”

“I wanted you to have a normal life.” Clark stressed. “I didn't want my secret to burden you.”

“That wasn't your decision to make.”

“I-”

“Stop it! Stop saying 'I'!” Chloe flung the words out at him. “It wasn't about what you wanted! How, in a decision such as this, did it never enter your brain to think about what I wanted. What I told you I wanted.”

Clark opened his mouth, but no words came out. Because he realized-and the realization was like a shard of kyptonite to the heart-that there was nothing he could say. There was no justification for what he did.

“You took something from me. You...” The loss was still fresh, the grief pushing aside the anger, and causing tears to cloud her vision. “Not just the League and the work I've done. Victor, AC, Dinah, Bart, and Ollie, they weren't just.....They're my friends, my family, and you took them from me.”

“I didn't know....I never thought...” And Clark knew that was the problem. He'd never stopped to think.

“Our friendship,” Chloe continued as if he never spoke. “You've been such a large part of my life...Davis once said that you and Lois were as much a part of me as the color of my eyes. And now I feel like I've lost a part of myself. Don't you see...when you took my memories...you took you away from me. And I'm not just talking about the knowledge of your secret or the things we did. But your actions, I never would have thought you capable of something like this. And now I feel like I never knew you at all. I didn't just lose my best friend...I feel like he never existed in the first place.” She turned away from him now, because she couldn't stand to see the pain etched in his features, the way the tears gathered in his eyes. “And I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you for that.”

When she wrapped her arms around her middle, as if trying to hold herself against the pain, Clark had to turn away. Crying just as openly as she was. He wanted to cross the room, to take her in his arms and hold her until the pain went away. But he wouldn't be welcome and it would probably hurt her more if he tried. Clark could never understand why it wasn't until the end, when too much damaged had been done, that people finally realized the importance of things.

It was Chloe that he treasured above all others. Yet it was Chloe that he hurt more than anyone. “I love you, Chlo.”

“I love you, too, Clark.” Chloe kept her back to him, but she doubted she'd be able to see him through the tears clouding her vision anyway. “That's what makes this all so much worse. I never stopped loving you. But I don't think I can be your friend anymore.” Because friendship required trust. “And I don't think I will ever be your friend again.” Because she didn't know if she would ever be able to trust him again.

Clark wondered if the pain he felt was what people meant when they talked about phantom limb pain. Because there was an ache where Chloe had once been. He turned to leave, thought that was the only thing left for him to do. That's when he saw the framed photos on the end table besides the couch; one was of Davis giving Declan what he assumed was his first bath. A thought occurred to him and he knew it wouldn't make everything better. But it was the least he could do. “I can help Davis.”

Chloe felt her pulse quicken, a jolt of hope so strong her breath caught before she could brace herself. “Don't. Please don't try to fix things this way.”

“I'm not.” Not really. Of course he wanted his friend back. But he wanted give her something, give her this one last thing. And to make Davis whole, so that he could protect her now that she no longer wanted Clark around. “Let me do this.”

“What is it that you want to do?”

“I can separate Davis from the beast.”

---

Love is my religion-I could die for it—John Keats

Doomsday. He'd been meant to kill Clark. Not to mention destroy any and all things in its path. His father-Zod-was bent on galactic domination and created a son who would make that goal easily achievable.

“So, let's say this happens.” Much to Chloe and Davis' consternation, Lois was walking Declan across the length of the room. “Chloe, you'd be princess of the galaxy. Making me like a duchess or whatever. Wow cuz, Davis is even a better get then that hottie prince from Sweden.”

Understanding and very much appreciating what it was her cousin was trying to do, Chloe smiled up at her. Sure she was walking Declan, something she and Davis expressly asked her not to do. But this was Lois and Chloe understood she rarely did what was asked of her. And when things were bleak, she managed to bring a smile to her cousins face. “Way to look to the bright side, Lo.”

“I think it's safe to say you are a great disappointment to your father.” Oliver smiled easily from behind his desk. “Not only did you not kill Clark, you married his best friend. I'm willing to bet you're out of the will now.”

As he stood in the JL headquarters surrounded by his family, league members, and some doctor Oliver hired, Davis wondered if everyone who ever had a prayer answered always felt so conflicted about the blessing they were receiving.

Clark thought he knew of a way to separate him from the monster inside of him; Doctor Hamilton confirmed that it was quite possible it could be done. And there was a time he would have jumped at the opportunity, not sparing a moments hesitation to be rid of the beast. But things were different now. And he wasn't sure he'd be able to explain to the others his apprehension.

“How different would I be?”

Dr. Hamilton's brow creased in confusion. “I'm not sure I understand what you mean.”

Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Davis would have started to fidget uncomfortably but was instantly soothed by the small hand that settled on the inside of his thigh. He couldn't look up at her, he didn't want her to see the conflict inside of him. “Right now I can pick Chloe and Declan up and carry them around at the same time-”

“It's not exactly an accomplishment, bro.” Bart grinned. “She barely weighed a buck and a quarter when she was pregnant.”

Davis laughed, he didn't have to be looking at her to know Chloe rolled her eyes at the comment. “The men who took her and Lois are dead, it took someone very powerful to pull off something like that. Right now, I can take anything. I can't be hurt, by anything, not even kryptonite.” He knew they understood the implications. No one in the room, not even Clark, could boast such a claim. “If the beast is gone, will the same still be true?”

“I can't give you a definitive answer on that Davis, I'm sorry. As I've stated earlier, I can't be entirely sure this can even be done.”

“You're going to have to be a lot clearer than that, doctor. This is my husband, I won't subject him to something that could hurt him.” Chloe felt Davis' fingers at the base of her skull, gently easing the tension there. “Why don't you think this could work for him?”

“Clark is Kal El. No matter the meteor rock, no matter what Jor El strips from him, it's still Clark. I don't think the same is true with Davis.”

“You're saying you don't think Davis is Doomsday.” Victor queried.

Chloe gave Davis' thigh a reassuring squeeze, knowing they were skirting the edge of one of his biggest fears.

Dr. Hamilton removed his glasses in an attempt to ease the pressure behind his eyes. “Davis, when was the last time you changed?”

“It's been about a year now, maybe a little over that.”

“What do you remember? Can you think of anything that would have brought on the change or a common factor anytime you've changed.”

“The last time....it was right after I met, Chloe. I went by Isis, I knew she helped meteor types. I knew she helped, thought maybe she could help me. There was a guy...I remember thinking that there were a lot of guys in her life; Clark, Jimmy, Oliver. I was jealous...”

“Angry?” Dr. Hamilton pushed, earning a nod from Davis. “I bet you changed a lot when you were angry or tired or afraid.” This statement got another nod from Davis. “It's easier for the beast to take control when you're in a weaker mental and physical state; because you don't have the strength to fight back. Faora told you that she and Zod wanted children but couldn't have them, correct?” He could see that no one was entirely sure where he was going with this, as everyone was giving him confused looks. “Would you say your mother loved you?”

“She put a pole through him.” Dinah reminded needlessly.

Davis knew Dinah had a point, but he couldn't forget the way Lois-Faora-looked at him. The way her arms had locked around him. “Yeah, she did. She loved me.”

“And Clark, from what you know of Zod, what about him says loving father who wanted a son that looked like him.” Even as he finished the question, Dr. Hamilton could see the realization come over Chloe's face.

“Oh my God.” Chloe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It had been so simple really. Right there for them to see. “Oh my God, I can't believe I didn't....it was right there...” She settled for laughter, pure joyous laughter as she flung her arms around Davis' neck. He was still confused, from the silence in the room, she figured everyone was still confused. “Don't you see. Faora and Zod, they wanted children. Faora wanted a son, one she could love, who would look like her husband. Zod wanted a son who could help in his quest for total domination. She said they sent you here as genetic matter...Krypton's most powerful life forms...she knew about the black outs....she wanted you to get stronger....she wanted her son to become the ultimate destroyer.”

It was Lois who latched on first. Remembering just in time that she had Declan in her arms and just barely managing to suppress her need to shout. “Oh! I see. I get it.”

Oliver turned to Clark and Davis with a bland expression. “Would those of us in the room who speak Sullivan-Lane care to translate?” But he only received confused shrugs from the two aliens.

Pulling back, Chloe graced Davis with a wide smile. “Davis, you're Faora's son. The beast is Zod's. You're not the same, you're brothers.”

It seemed as if everyone stopped breathing all at once when they turned to Dr. Hamilton. The doctor nodded, though he could see how the logic behind Chloe's statement began to occur to everyone. “That's what I was getting at, yes. Brothers; more then likely twins. Do you know what an autosite is?”

“Why don't you explain it for Vic?” Bart shot a smirk towards his unimpressed league member.

“Alright,” Dr. Hamilton walked behind Oliver's desk, displacing the young billionaire in order to use the computer, pulling up the large screen so he could illustrate his point to everyone. “Do we all know what parasitic twins are?”

“It's when a twin embryo fails to fully separate.” Davis answered. “Or when one twin actually absorbs the other.”

“Right. This occurs in monozygotic twin pregnancies. It seems to me that Davis and Doomsday are dizygotic-”

“Two separate eggs are fertilized.” Chloe explained to a very confused looking Bart. “Fraternal twins.” Seeming to understand that, Bart nodded in understanding before motioning Dr. Hamilton to continue.

“Like I was saying I believe Davis and Doomsday are dizygotic, but the same is true. It would seem to me that Davis enveloped and absorbed his twin. Now in cases of human, parasitic twins, the absorbed twin becomes a parasite, it's not fully formed and is completely dependant on the dominate twin for survival.”

“But we're not dealing with humans.” Lois voiced.

“I don't think they intended for you to share a body. Faora and Zod sent down two sons. But you, Davis, you evolved and adapted first; then you absorbed your brother. You were clearly the dominate twin, but your brother never stopped developing. It's likely that when Faora arrived and found you, she figured out what happened. That's why she asked about the blackouts; she'd have known that you and your brother would fight for control. She killed you to make you stronger, to ensure that you won.

The same would probably be true if Zod had found you first. Because you were the dominate twin he'd have had to weaken you, even as he strengthened the other.”

“I don't think I'm the dominate twin.” Davis mumbled. “It's...It's always there, I can hear it, him, whatever. Like it's whispering in my ear. But when the beast is in control...I'm not there.”

“I think you are.” Chloe disagreed. “That first night...I saw the beast, what it was doing to that poor guy. But when it looked up, when it looked at me, I saw it's eyes change. I saw your eyes. You were there, I think you're always there. Just not in the same way.”

Dr. Hamilton nodded his agreement. “So, you see, Davis and Clark may in fact both be Kryptonian, but it's clear they are not entirely the same. We use that black rock on Davis, there's no telling what might happen.”

“Like we could end up splitting Davis four different ways.” Oliver concluded.

“But it's worth a try isn't it?” AC asked when it looked like no one else would say anything. “Either way, the beast is no longer inside him.”

“Then it's out in the world.” Davis shook his head. “Free to come after Chloe.”

“Baby,” Chloe knew that he'd been avoiding her gaze. She didn't know what he was afraid of seeing when looked at her, but placing her hand on his cheek she turned his head until his gaze landed on hers. “You've suffered so much because of this beast inside of you. To be rid of it....I know how much you've always wanted that.”

“You and Declan are what I've always wanted.”

Lois didn't know if she'd ever seen anything as honest and true as the way Davis was looking at Chloe. When her cousin had called her, told her to meet them at the watchtower, she'd been excited. Thought she'd finally see that shadow in Davis' eyes lift; she never considered the decision would be this hard. Realized now that she should have, Chloe and Declan's safety would always be Davis' main priority.

Davis heaved a sigh, it was something he didn't want to repeat. Because he knew, despite what she might say, that it upset Chloe to hear. “My brother...Doomsday...it wants my wife. As long as it's inside me, I can control it.”

“But for how long?” Clark countered. “You can control it now. But this beast it's evolving, it's adapting, it's growing stronger.”

“That's what I don't get.” Oliver began. “How is he able to control it? Davis said the beast hasn't come out since he and Chloe's been together. During that whole thing at the MCS, his eyes would turn red, he'd growl but he'd never turn. He was angry then. How could he fight it back that way?”

“That, Mr. Queen, is actually very simply.” Dr. Hamilton pushed back from the desk. “Do you believe someone can die of a broken heart? Ah,” He smiled as Oliver's disbelieving look. “As a scientist I'm inclined to share your view. But how else do you explain a husband and wife-married for fifty years-passing within weeks, months, days of one another. I've seen people cling to life until they get that final okay from a loved one. Or until they say that last goodbye. Or simply out of spite. A mother possessing an inhuman strength to rescue their child. People have died from a broken heart, Mr. Queen. Just as any extreme emotion have caused people to do the impossible.”

“So,” Oliver frowned. “Love. That's it. There's not some remnant of Brainiac or meteor rock involved. He remained in control simply because he loves her.”

Dr. Hamilton made a restless movement with his shoulder. “Yes. Would it help if I told you he loves her a lot.”

“Everyone's a smart ass.” Oliver mumbled.

---

It was Lois who shoved Chloe and Davis into one of the back rooms. Telling everyone that the decision shouldn't be up to the league. Of course Oliver objected, arguing that Doomsday was a league concern and they should therefore have a say in what should be done about him. Lois wasn't hearing it and stood sentry in front of the door.

“They're going to suffer more then any of us if this goes bad. She didn't have to tell us at all, we should let them decide.”

“She's right, boss.” Bart made sure he was holding Declan as Chloe always instructed him. “Let them work this out, without having to deal with us.”

Oliver backed off, no one knew if it was because he saw Lois' point or realized he wasn't going to get by her without one hell off a fight.

---

“What are you thinking, Chloe?”

Chloe didn't turn to look at him, didn't want to see his disappointment when she answered him. “I'm scared, Davis.”

“Why?”

“Oh, a lot of different reasons.” The smile that graced her lips didn't quite reach her eyes. “I'm afraid that once you and the prodigal one are separated you won't need me any more. I like that you need me, I like that you have to hold me at night, that you can't talk to me without touching me.”

“And you think that's going to change if this works. Baby,” Approaching her, Davis wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her against him until her back pressed against his chest. “I will always need you. Don't you know that everything I am is because of you.”

“But it won't be the same. Every night your arms wrap around me so tight, that I become unaware of the world outside of you. I'd have never thought I'd come to need the feel of you inside of me to sleep, but I do, and now that the beast will be gone you probably won't need that anymore.”

Davis winced. “Ah...you have to promise not to get mad.”

Chloe frowned, having felt the way he tensed. “Why?”

“I, uh...I never said that I had to stay inside you at night to keep the beast away. The first time it happened you just kind of assumed and I let you.” When she pulled out of his arms, Davis moved quickly so she wouldn't be able to hit him. “Hey, you can't really be mad about that. It was more your fault than mine.”

“You said it made you feel safe.”

“It does.” His grin was quick, dimples flashing in an attempt to soothe the scowl from her face. “But that's more of a foster care thing then an evil twin trying to gain control thing. Besides, I figured you'd have clued in since I haven't been inside you since Dec was born.”

The grin worked and she held her hands out until he crossed the room to her again. Her arms went immediately around his waist, resting her head against the solid wall of his chest. Part of her wanted to lift his shirt off, so she could feel his skin against hers, feel the warmth he was always giving off. “You've ruined me, you know. The fact that your explanation makes me feel better is proof positive that you've ruined me for any other man.”

“It's a good thing I plan on never letting another man have you.” Effortlessly, he lifted her until she sat on top of the dresser. They were eye level now and Davis took advantage by pressing his brow to hers. “If I do this...I'll be one of the good guys. I'll have helped destroy the ultimate destroyer. I'll be a hero. Like Luke helping to rid the galaxy of the Emperor.”

Like Luke, Chloe thought with a sad smile, no longer like Anakin. No longer destined to destroy those he loved, but to help protect them. He needed this. Needed it because it's what he wanted before he ever wanted her. Needed it so that he could finally feel worthy of his son. Needed it so he could feel equal to the rest of the heroes in her life, a part of the group instead of like the monster they were waiting for him to become. She knew all these things to already be true, but he still had his doubts. As much as she feared for him to do this, she knew he had to.

“But I won't do it, if it'll upset you. Just tell me what you want, Chloe.”

“You.” Chloe didn't pull back, despite how close they were, she continued to look into his eyes. Her fingers came up to run gently over his face. “These eyes. This mouth. Your heart. Your body. Your love. I want forever with you. I-” The words were lost against his lips.

“It's already yours.” Davis whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “You have all of me, Chloe.”

With a contented sigh, Chloe's eyes fell close. “You're my hero. You were from the moment I saw you. I don't need you to be able to pick me up or throw me around or whatever it is you feel you need the beast to be able to do.” Taking his hand, she placed it over her heart. “It's yours. So you have to come back to me, Davis.”

“Did I ever tell you, I have a map of you inside me. That when the beast is trying to take over, it's parts of you that lead me back. That your smell, your touch, your taste, the sound of your voice: life lines that reach me when I feel like I'm too far gone to ever be found.” His eyes closed now as he pressed his cheek to hers. “I'll aways come back to you, Chloe. No matter how far away I am.”

---

“No.” Chloe crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to hear another word. “It's too dangerous.”

“It's the best place-” Clark began only to be cut off.

“Theoretically, yes. But there's a chance that you and Davis can both be sucked in.” She remembered the place Clark had once described to her, the desolate place that nearly destroyed him. The Phantom Zone. Hell. “Neither of you would be able to survive that place.” She couldn't lose them that way. Not that way. “There has to be another way.”

From behind his desk, Oliver pulled up a series of building semantics. “I have another way.”

---

“It's just so not fair.”

“Oh, my God is she still bitching about not having a code name.”

“How about Annoying?”

“Pain in the ass.”

“Hey, I got one: Mouth.”

Chloe laughed despite the death glare her cousin was sending her. “I think we have a winner. Good call, Impulse. Tunnels coming up on your right, Aquaman.”

“I'm going to snap that little bastard like twig when he gets back here.”

“You have to catch me first, Mouth.”

“Canary as soon as your last charge is set, head back to rendezvous.” She momentarily took her eyes off the screen so she could press a large kiss to her son's cheek. Lois was still walking him, Chloe swore her cousin would pay if she ended up having to pace the floor with her baby at two in the morning.

Lois watched her cousin with nothing short of awe. She didn't know how she could keep it all straight. She was watching all the screens, typing in information when needed, hacking the system, even keeping up little conversations on the side. Lois thought her brain would explode from all the information, but Chloe seemed as calm as could be.

“Cyborg, something happened with one of your charges: first floor, sector 2. Boyscout, Destroyer, I don't have eyes on you yet. What's the hold up? And what's that noise?”

“We were taking out a couple of walls, figured we may need the room. Eyes are up.”

“Gotcha, Boyscout. Impulse, you and Canary should be back at base by now.” There was a gust of wind at her back, Chloe didn't even bother turning around.

“We are back, Tower.” He leaned over her shoulder to kiss her cheek.

“Smart ass. Archer, what's your twenty?”

“On the move, Sidekick. ETA; fifteen seconds. Send in, Impulse.”

Chloe gave the younger man a nod and in seconds he was on the screen in front of her. “Aquaman? Cyborg?”

“All set, boss.”

“Five by Five, Tower.”

She watched as The Green Arrow propelled down from the ceiling. “Archer?”

“Let the show began.”

“Is the perimeter around Destroyer set.” She received confirmation from the league. “Alright.” It was on her word, but her voice seemed to catch in her throat, and nothing she could do could push it out. On the screen, Davis turned to look up at the camera, those dark eyes seeming to bore into hers. “Destroyer....”

Davis closed his eyes a moment, letting the sound of her voice wash over him. The next time he saw her, he'd be free. And the smile he flashed the camera expressed that. “I know.”

Chloe rolled her eyes, sure he saw himself as Han Solo in that moment. But it was enough to calm her racing her. Lois and Dinah were at her side, their eyes trained to the screen in front of them. Taking a deep breath, she let it out on a sigh. “Alright. Three. Two. One.”

It was Cyborg that had to shove the black rock against Davis' chest. Chloe had to force herself to watch as Davis began to struggle. The beast emerged and she would have sworn it turned back to latch onto Davis; the fight seemed to be between the two of them. Davis pushing away, the beast pulled him back.

Lois' breath caught at the first sight of the monster. Nothing she could have imagined would have prepared her for that. She'd have sworn it was at least twelve feet tall, five feet wide, spikes protruding from it's body. How were they suppose to fight that, she wondered? How in the name of God were they suppose to take something like that down?

“Canary, your charges. Now.”

The first explosion happened, rocking the ground beneath the remaining leagues feet, enough to knock Davis and the beast apart.

“Impulse. Aquaman. Get out. Now.” Archer shouted as he loaded his arrows, aiming them uselessly at the wall of monster before them.

Impulse and Aquaman arrived back at base. Impulse whooshing back out without a word to anyone. “Archer, stand down. Cyborg, take the floor out from beneath it.”

The beast went through the floor, but Chloe would have sworn her heart stopped when Clark and Davis jumped down after it.

“Arrow. Cyborg. Get out of here.”

“It's not down. Why the hell won't it stay down?”

Chloe could hear the sickening sound of fist meeting flesh, bodies meeting brick. She was unaware of Oliver, Victor, and Bart arriving back at the Tower. Couldn't feel everyone huddled behind her, watching the screen.

“Damn it, Boyscout.” Oliver growled. “Say something.”

Instead of hearing Clark's voice, they watched as he flew through the hole in the floor. His body colliding with the ceiling bringing half of it down with him.

“Set off the rest of the charges.” His voice was tight, broking no argument. He barely spared a glance at the camera. “Now.”

Oliver hesitated. The plan was to wait until the beast was down before setting off the final charges.

“Boyscout, behind you.”

“Destroyer! No!”

“I got it down. Set the charges, it's down.”

“You have to let go, Destroyer.”

“I will. Just get out of here, Boyscout. I don't know how much longer I can hold it. Bring the building down. Bring it down now.”

“No!” Chloe screamed, but Oliver had already given Dinah and Bart a nod. Five explosions in succession and the whole building came down, taking the camera out as well. She gripped the monitor, shaking it as if that would bring the image back. “Davis! Damn it, answer me. One of you better answer me now.”

“Impulse. Cyborg.” Oliver barely spoke their names before Bart was grabbing Victor and speeding him out the door. “Come back for me, Impulse.”

Over the comm they could hear Cyborg tearing through the wreckage. Impulse had already been back for the Green Arrow and was now speeding around trying to see if either alien had been blown away from the sight.

Time seemed to have stopped. Chloe could do nothing more than stare blankly at the screen. She didn't understand. This wasn't suppose to happen this way. This wasn't suppose....

“Boyscout! I found Boyscout!”

She felt the relief without really recognizing it. Clark was okay. She understood that Clark was okay. But there should be more. Why wasn't anyone saying anything else? The comm was silent. They should be talking. Clark should be telling them where Davis would be. Davis should be answering her. Why wouldn't Davis answer her?

Bart arrived back first with AC, shortly followed by Clark with Oliver and Victor. Chloe looked at them all with a frown. Why were they all back? Why would they just come back without Davis? None of them would look at her, none of them spoke a single word to her. She felt Lois' arms come around her shoulders as if she understood something Chloe didn't. She pushed her cousin aside, backing away from them all and their sorrowful looks she didn't understand.

“Chlo.”

It was Clark that spoke her name. Clark, who looked like hell, who looked at her with tear filled eyes. Clark who took a step towards her, only to have her taking one in retreat. “Where...”

“He's not-.”

“No.” Chloe shook her head, she felt the room closing in; the painful ringing in her ears. “I don't....”

“He was holding the beast down.” Clark explained, his voice thick with tears. “He had to make sure it stayed down.”

“No.” Chloe's words were firm, even as her world was snatched from under her. “No. I would feel it. I would know. He's not....”

“He didn't get out. He went straight down with the beast.” Through the floor of the factory, through to the hole in the earth made by the blasts from the charges AC set. “I'm sorry, Chlo. I'm so sorry.”

Chloe didn't know how she kept from hitting the ground when her legs disappeared from beneath her. Nor did she care as the scream tore it's way from her very soul. Burning her throat and lungs, so full of pain she couldn't ever imagine it stopping.

Lois went down with her cousin, holding the smaller woman as she screamed. Tears filled her eyes and she held her cousin tighter. The league stood around helplessly, no one spoke, no one moved. And Chloe continued to scream. There was no other sound in the room and Lois would have sworn no other sound in the world.

---

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next—Ursula K. LeGuin

“No.” Pushing away from her cousin, Chloe resolutely ignored the sympathetic looks of her friends as she went back to the computer console.

“Chloe.” Clark's voice was soft, patient, as he cautiously approached his friend. She looked...mad, he thought. Her face completely devoid of any color, eyes dark and haunted, he'd never seen her so torn up. “Chlo, what are you doing?”

Chloe continued to ignore him as she typed in commands. She placed her ear-piece back in, she would need it to hear Davis once she re-established communication with him. Her fingers flew over the keys, growing increasingly frustrated when each command was met with a dead end. “Why won't you work? Goddamn you! Work!”

“Chloe!” Lois wrapped her arms around her cousin, forcibly pulling her away from the console, Chloe fought her the entire way.

“Let me go! I have to make it work. He's out there somewhere, I have to find him.”

“He's gone, Chloe. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but Davis is gone.”

“No!” Fueled by rage, Chloe broke away from her cousin's arms. Backing away she stared at her friends accusingly. “He's not gone. He's out there-”

“Chlo-” Clark cut himself off, how could he say this without destroying her. “He couldn't have survived that. The blast, the fall....”

“I saw him charge that beast. He was still strong, he could have broken away at the last minute.”

“He held on.” Oliver spoke. “He would have held on to make sure the beast went down. You know your husband, Chloe. You know he would have made sure that thing was down for good.”

Chloe turned rage filled eyes on Oliver, who was he to tell her about her husband. “Then he could still-” But that was even worse then him being dead. For one horrible moment she thought of him still alive, but buried under tons of brick and mortar beneath the ocean floor. It was worse, the thought of him suffering so...she couldn't bare it.

Clark shook his head, he knew where that thought process would have lead her. They sent that beast to center of the earth. It had been Chloe's plan; creating the blasts, the trappings that would hold the beast even after the building came down on top of it. He didn't want to imagine Davis still being alive down there, couldn't stand for her to think of it either. “He couldn't have survived that.”

“Don't, Clark, don't. You don't understand, none of you understand.” The tears started again, but they wouldn't break her. Chloe swore that she would not break. “He's not gone because I would know.”

“It's too soon, Chlo.” Lois began in a reasonable tone, that even she had to admit was annoying.

Not hearing, refusing to hear, her cousin's words Chloe shook her head. “That wouldn't matter. What we have...the way he loves me, the way I love him....two people can't love that way and lose it and not know it.”

“And knowing the way he loves you,” Clark began. “Don't you think he'd come back to you if he could. Chloe,” He approached her now, his large hands framing her tear stained face. His alien body built to be indestructible, but looking at the pain etched across his best friends face hurt like nothing he'd ever experienced. “You were everything to him, Chlo. I saw it, we all saw how much he loved you. If he were still alive, there wouldn't be a force in this world or any other, strong enough to keep him from getting back to you and Declan.”

It hurt so much, it took her legs out from beneath her. Felt as if someone had reached into her chest to squeeze and twist her heart. “He can't be gone, Clark. He can't.”

She was weightless in his arms, her voice so small, so full of a pain he'd never be able to understand. “I'm sorry, Chlo. I'm so sorry.”

---

Lois remained quiet as she pushed open the door to Chloe and Davis' apartment. It was funny how the place that become more of a home to her than her own apartment was the last place she wanted to set foot in. Davis was everywhere she looked, how could it be any different for his wife.

“Is that suppose to be her real name?”

Lois frowned at the television screen. “I don't know. Maybe this would make more sense if we saw the first one.”

“But she's named after a dog. You know rich people. Any of the ones you know name their kid after a dog.” Davis' voice was so thoroughly confused it was beyond funny. “And aren't those dogs ugly.”

“There's not a dog cute enough for me to name my kid after.”

“What the hell are you two watching out there?” Chloe called from the bedroom where she'd been working at her laptop.

“High School Musical 2.”

“Oh sweet God.” Was Chloe's reply before she closed the bedroom door, effectively shutting out the rest of there conversation.

“And if you're going to name one kid after a dog why not go all the way and name the boy Doberman. ” Lois wondered.

“Or Malamute.”

“I'd totally name my kid Malamute.”

Lois bit back her tears as the random memory floated through her mind. No matter how often he pretended to be annoyed by her constant presence in their home, she could always count on Davis to indulge her in her more ridiculous thought processes. He'd actually gone out and rented the other two High School Musical movies because she told him she wouldn't rest until she figured out the name thing. He even agreed that the one kid kind of did look like a young Lex Luthor. Sometimes she felt as if she'd known Davis Bloome forever and now it seemed they had no time with him at all.

She braced for her cousin's reaction, prepared to catch the younger woman should she break down again. But it seemed she prepared for nothing as Chloe wandered through the apartment in what could only be described as a daze. She didn't take in her surroundings, Lois noted, she wouldn't be surprised if Chloe wasn't even aware of her location.

Dawn was starting to peek over the horizon, Lois would have sworn weeks had passed instead of just a single night. But wasn't this life, their lives. A moment, an instant really, and things were so drastically different. They had been laughing, teasing, looking forward to the future one minute. And now if felt as if they'd never laugh again.

God, she'd never seen anyone walk as Chloe did now; as if each step were a challenge she was just barely overcoming. Lois turned to take Declan's carrier from Dinah but the other woman only shook her head.

“I'll take care of Declan.” Dinah spoke softly. Just as Lois had, she looked around the apartment and saw Davis. Saw the happiness he shared with Chloe and Declan.

“He's like a week old. How many pictures could you have possibly taken?” Dinah asked as she held a stack of photos in her hand.

Davis gave a shy smile. “Those are just from Monday. But the ones I wanted to show you were from yesterday,” He suddenly became excited. “Now you can't tell from the pictures, but I really think he was trying to say Dada.”

“Dinah,” Chloe pulled Davis back down onto the couch before he could rush off to get more pictures. “Please excuse my husband; he's an absolute lunatic.” She transferred Declan into Davis' arms, effectively shifting his attention. “But you really should see the pictures from yesterday, he was making this face and he looked a lot like me.”

Davis waited until Chloe disappeared into the bedroom, before whispering conspiratorially to Dinah. “No matter what you see, agree with her. She's been in a mood lately and seeing herself in Dec really made her happy.”

“It's almost precious how whipped you are.” Dinah said with a playful smirk and as Davis continued to smile she realized she hadn't offended him in the least.

Dinah thought she should have been prepared for this. In her line of work, death was a constant threat. But even this was beyond her comprehension. Hadn't they all been together hours ago, laughing as they teased Lois, hadn't she watched as Davis grinned at his wife. Now Davis was gone, taking large parts of Chloe with him. “Take care of her.”

Glad that Dinah had come back with them instead of going out with the guys again, Lois nodded but hesitated. For so long she took pride in her roll as 'big' to Chloe's 'little' cousin. Taking care of Chloe was the one thing she never doubted herself capable of doing. They loved each other and their relationship was deeper and stronger then even the one with her own sister.

Maybe, Lois thought, it was because that even as she was taking care of Chloe, her little cousin was taking care of her as well. It was easy to stand strong when she knew that should she stumble, Chloe would be there to catch her.

Things were different now. Though Lois was grieving, though she needed a shoulder to cry on, Chloe needed all of her. She couldn't break because it would only bring her cousin down with her. She had to be strong for the both of them now. It was time she take care of her cousin the way she always said she would. And for the first time in her life, Lois didn't know if she was capable of it.

“Just be there for her.” Dinah spoke, seeing the conflict so clearly on Lois' face. “All we can do now is be here for her.”

“She's stronger then I am. Always has been.” Lois paused as she looked down the hall to where her cousin disappeared inside her bedroom. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“You can. You will. Because you don't have any other choice. She needs you, she needs all of us really, but you most of all.” Dinah reached out to give Lois' arm a reassuring squeeze before heading up the hall to the nursery.

Taking a deep breathe to collect herself, Lois headed towards the bedroom. Chloe was standing in the middle of the room, looking for all the world like she didn't know where she was. This had to be worse, Lois thought as her eyes swept the room. Davis' uniform was pressed and laid out on the chair in the corner, the latest book he'd been reading sat on the beside table and the gym shorts and T-shirt she knew he lounged in were folded at the foot of the bed. This room was filled with the small intimate things that made up their life together.

“I...” Chloe started, but it seemed as if the words had never fully formed in her head. Lost, afraid, she turned helpless eyes on her cousin.

“Oh, sweetie.” Lois was at her cousin's side immediately. “Come on, you need to get some rest.”

Not understanding how that could possible help the situation, but too tired to argue, Chloe allowed herself to be ushered to the bed.

Lois waited for Chloe to undress, but it was obvious the smaller woman had no intention of moving. Almost like she didn't know she was suppose to be doing something else. Kneeling, Lois began to strip her cousin, who was as pliant as a child. Not seeing Chloe's pajamas' anywhere, she took the pile of clothes to the closet to dump in the hamper. As she turned to search the dresser for something for Chloe to sleep in she saw that her cousin had pulled Davis' T-shirt on. Had to battle back a sob when Chloe lifted the material of the shirt to her face.

Without another word, Lois went back to the bed. Laying Chloe back until her head rested against the pillow. Now was not the time for platitudes. Things wouldn't be better in the morning. Lois didn't understand what Chloe was feeling. And it would never be okay. So Lois said nothing as she pulled the comforter across the bed to wrap around Chloe's shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before standing to leave the room.

“Lo? Stay with me?”

She sounded so small, Lois thought, like she'd been hollowed out. “Of course, sweetie.” Going back to the bed, she climbed in behind her cousin. Wrapping her arms around the smaller woman, holding tight as the sobs began to wrack her body.

Eventually Chloe fell into a restless sleep, yet tears continued to roll down her cheeks. She woke not even an hour later, back pressed against the headboard, and her arms wrapped around her knees.

“Chlo,” Lois called softly, her cousin didn't even turn her head in acknowledgment. “Sweetie, please lay back down.”

“I can't. Something comes next. But I don't know what. Why don't I know what to do next?”

“Grief comes next. You have to grieve, Chloe.”

She shook her head adamantly, as if ignoring Lois' statement would take away the truth of it. “I have to do what's next for Declan. I have son, he needs me. But I...I...Davis is...and I...” Her voice caught on fresh set of tears.

How was she suppose to do this? She had a little boy who would never know his father. Davis had waited his whole life for his son. And no matter what she told him, Declan would never fully understand just how much his daddy loved him. He'd never know the pride in Davis' eyes or the safety of his arms. She could tell him, tell him that his daddy loved him more than any one person had ever loved another. But it wouldn't be the same. He'd only have his daddy through her but it wouldn't be the same.

How was she suppose to continue on when it hurt just to breathe? How was she suppose to take care of Declan when she was just barely holding on to herself? “How am I suppose to live without him?”

Pushing herself up as well, Lois wrapped her arm around her cousin's shoulder. “You're going too far ahead, Chlo. Don't think about what's next, don't think about tomorrow and how you're going to get through it. I know it's overused, but just go a day at a time. Get through tonight, don't worry about tomorrow. Just get through tonight.”

---

The memorial service for Davis Bloome was held on a Wednesday in the same church in which he and Chloe pledged their lives to one another. There was no body; the story was that he and Chloe had accompanied Oliver Queen and Lois Lane on a couples weekend to Oliver's private island. There'd been some sort of earthquake while Davis and Oliver were out fishing. The boat overturned, Davis had managed to get Oliver safely onto the overturned vessel but was unable to hang on. So it was, Davis Bloome had died as he lived: a hero.

Chloe couldn't decipher one day from the next. Her father and Lana had come back; returning a few days before the memorial and staying for several days after. Although, on some level, she appreciated them being with her the grief she felt was too consuming to welcome their company. She didn't welcome anyone's company. But as her father and Lana shipped out, it was clear there was no getting rid of Lois.

Each morning was a challenge. Those first few moments when she was slowly pulled from sleep, before blinking her eyes open, were the worse. When her heart tricked her mind into believing he was still there. Then realization would hit and her heart would break all over again. She couldn't get out of bed, couldn't eat, she couldn't even speak without breaking down in tears. She missed him with every beat of her heart. Saw him every time she closed her eyes, inhaled him with every breath. He was always there. But not like he had been.

It was like she was being hunted by the ghost of Davis. Like he wasn't gone at all, only lost; just waiting on her to find him.

---

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?--Percy Bysshe Shelley

The depression was at it's worse at night. When she lay in the bed they shared, missing the feel of his arms around her. Missing the sound of his voice and quiet conversations they had before drifting off to sleep. She'd try to convince herself that things would be better in the morning. But the morning only brought out her anger.

It seemed that when she wasn't depressed, she was angry. At the league and Clark for not doing more for him. At herself for allowing him to walk out the door and into that damned warehouse. At God for taking him away from her. And at Davis himself for leaving her when he promised he never would.

It was hard to decide what was worse; the all encompassing depression that would have her thoughts drifting to desolate places. Places where feeling nothing was better then feeling as she did. Or the anger that would well up so violently inside her that she wanted beat her fists against anything until...until...

Chloe shuddered to think what she would have done if it wasn't for Declan. It was his face-that face so much like his father's-that pulled her mind from those dark places. She was helpless against his smile, his laugh. Looking into those wide trusting eyes, eyes that spoke of just how much he needed her, she hated herself for even the most fleeting thoughts of drifting away.

Davis had held on for her, battled a monster because of the love he felt for her. Chloe held on for her son. Clung to Declan when missing Davis became so unbearable she didn't know if she could take her next step. Her baby kept her busy. He required every second of her attention, every bit of her care.

With each passing day he became more active, more demanding, more...amazing. But there were still times, usually during Declan's naps when she'd be moving...taking care of all the things she couldn't do while Declan was awake, and...and then she'd just stop. Her mind blank because she didn't know what she was suppose to be doing, couldn't think of what came next. Just as the panic would begin to dance across her nerves, her baby would begin to stir, and she knew exactly what it was she was suppose to be doing.

It never stopped hurting, she never stopped missing Davis. But each day was a little easier then the one before.

Declan was nine months old when he spoke his first words. Chloe had not returned to work since Davis was separated from Doomsday. But since Tess Mercer had gone missing, things at The Planet had gone ape shit until Oliver stepped in. No one called it a hostile take over, with Lex and Tess both out of the picture many viewed it as a rescue. After asking Chloe for her opinion he hired Perry White as the Editor-n-Chief of The Daily Planet.

There was a time Chloe would have been excited by such a move, but she was finding it hard to get excited by anything outside of her little boy. He was the brightest light in her life and all that she lived for. She vowed never to let her sadness touch him, wanted nothing more then to see a smile on that little face which grew to resemble his father's with every passing day.

Declan's dark hair was beginning to curl, his wide quick smile caused his dimples to furrow deeply in his cheeks, and when he cried his face crumbled the same as Davis' had. The only difference was his eyes, the color, they continued to lighten; the green now only a shade darker then Chloe's. But the shape, the dark lashes that framed them, and the cute way they narrowed when he laughed was all was hard to miss Davis when he was in every part of their son.

There were still nights when she woke because she thought she felt the bed dip the way it did when Davis would creep out to go watch Declan sleep. She'd find herself stumbling into the nursery; the initial heartache she'd feel at not finding her husband would be quickly soothed by the hungry cries of her son. Every once in a while Declan would refuse to sleep in his crib and she'd have to settle him into bed with her. One night she thought she felt Davis' fingers in her hair only to wake up to feel her baby pumping off heat. He woke up only seconds after she did, screaming from the discomfort in his swollen gums. And whenever Declan laughed, that free belly laugh she loved so much, she swore she heard Davis' voice. But none of that compared to what she felt the first time Declan spoke.

He was in the walker one of the annoyingly perfect mother's at the Pediatrician's office told her he was much too young for. But as Declan tore through the apartment chasing Lois, Chloe was finding it hard to see any validity in the woman's words. Of course whenever she put him in it, she had to shift around all the furniture, a task that was hard to resent when Declan's laughter filled every corner of the apartment.

“Come on, Dec.” Lois called as she scooted past him. “Let's get mommy to play.”

For his part, Declan backed his walker all the way up the hall before whipping it around and following behind Lois as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Glad for the distraction, Chloe set her laptop aside to scoot forward on the couch. “Come here, son.” At the sound of her voice, Declan let out an excited squeal as he threw his arms up and doubled his efforts to propel the walker forward. The walker came to a slamming stop in front of the couch, Chloe had to pull her feet back to keep them from getting run over. “I think you've worn your Auntie out.”

Because her cousin had called it correctly, Lois dropped gratefully into a chair. “That kid has enough energy to put Bart to shame.”

Bart was probably Declan's favorite playmate; he loved the feel of the wind Bart kicked up when he ran. Loved the blur of colors his movements made. And more, he loved that he could run around the apartment far longer then anyone else before getting worn down.

“You're the one who started the game.” Chloe lifted Declan out of the walker to stand him on her lap, when she pursed her lips he obligingly leaned in to kiss her. “Thank you, son.” At this Declan leaned in again only to press his open mouth against her lips for a few moments, pulling back with a laugh that proudly show off four hard earned teeth. “God, you look just like your daddy.”

“Da-dee.” He seemed to be trying the word out, before deciding he liked it, and repeating it in a sing-song voice. “Da-dee, da-dee, da-dee!”

Chloe's breath caught in her throat as Declan continued to dance in her lap.

“Oh my God!” Lois sat up. “Did he just-”

Blinking away her tears, Chloe laughed along with her son as he continued to sing his new word. Something in her heart soared, that spark she hadn't felt since she lost Davis. It may have been trite, but she knew Davis heard him. Knew that wherever he was, his son's first words reached his ears.

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Consciousness returned slowly. And as he relunctantly came awake the sounds that woke him began to fade: the sing-song voice of a baby, a woman's laughter, and a something else he couldn't identify as anything more than a whooshing noise.

He tried to slip back into the darkness, slip back to the comfort of the woman and child. It was frustrating to hear them...feel them, but have no recollection of them. What was worse was that their images never fully formed in his head.

“It looks like he's finally coming around.”

“Go get the doctor. And get the boss.”

There were two voices; a man and a woman. Neither of the voices were familiar. But he was glad their clipped words cleared up one thing for him; he was in the hospital. Why or how he got there was anyone's guess. Because thinking about it gave him a headache, he tried to settle back into sleep. It seemed he was halfway gone when his eyelid was forced open and a light was shined into his eye.

“Do you know where you are?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to lodge in his throat.

“Can you tell me where you are?”

“Hospital.” His voice was husky and cracked from lack of use.

“Can you tell me your name?”

I was kind of hoping you could tell me, He thought wryly.

“Hey, little brother.”

Another face came into his line of sight. Brother? Something about that seemed right. Yeah, he had a brother. But he thought he might be bigger, wider. This person, with his smooth voice, cunning eyes and bald head...he just seemed wrong.

“Do you remember me?”

He shook his head.

“What do you remember?”

His eyes went to the doctor, his brow furrowed in concentration. He remembered...green eyes and a wide smile. A soft voice and warm comforting arms. Mother? Sister, maybe? No, he dismissed both as the feelings the woman invoked in him were about as far from familial as one could get. A woman...his woman...his... “Wife?”

She came forward almost reluctantly, her hand slid over his as she leaned over the bed. “Hi.”

His snatched his hand away. No, this was not the woman he was remembering. The eyes were wrong, the smile too sharp too guarded. The woman, whose full image he still couldn't get, but even the thought of her made him feel safe; he felt nothing looking at the woman before him. “No. Wrong. You're not...” The name was just on the tip of his tongue. His girl...his baby... “Ch-” He'd been so lost in his own thoughts he missed the look between his brother and doctor so therefore was unprepared for the darkness that claimed him once again.

“This isn't going to work.” Tess kept her eyes on the still figure in the bed, too afraid to look at the man across from her. “It's not going to work, he's not going to forget her.”

“I'm afraid she's right.” The doctor looked nervously from the man on the bed to the one standing opposite him. “It's been seven months and yes every time it takes him a bit longer to remember but he does eventually remember.”

“Not everything. Just her.” He spat the words out in obvious distaste

“Chloe.”

Lex Luthor glared down at the bed as Davis Bloome began to toss around restlessly. “Double his dosage, then. He wasn't even suppose to be up, what got him up.”

“He's an alien. He probably fought off the effects of the drug, like he's been doing” Tess tossed out but immediately regretted her flippant tone, but Lex merely gave her a bland look.

“Up the boy's exposure to the meteore rock, then send out a team for another eraser. Maybe two of them will be able to wipe him clean.” Lex turned to exit the room, pausing with his hand on the knob, but not turning around. “It would be in your best interest to make sure this works, Ms. Mercer. With that beast gone, Davis Bloome is my best bet at ruining Clark Kent and everyone he loves. If you can't find some way to make sure his memories stay gone, I'll find someone who can.”

Tess' jaw clenched. “Yes sir.”

“Good. The next time you call me down here, the results had better be more promising.”

“They will.” Tess watched him leave before her eyes traveled back to Davis as he seemed to settle down. Lex may have been blinded with rage, vengeance, and impatience now that his goal seemed so close. But she knew better. “Intensify the kid's exposure, bury him in that rock if you have to. Then get him up here. I have to see about another eraser.” Though none of it would matter. Davis would wake up, and he may forget for a little while. But eventually, he'd remember his wife. God only knows what he would do to anyone who tried to keep him from her.

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