SV fic: Not To Bury (Chloe, Davis)
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seriousficTitle: Not To Bury
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 810
Characters/Pairings: Chloe, Davis
Author’s Note: Spoilers for 8x22 Doomsday.
Summary: Chloe takes a look at the apocalypse.
It hurt to look at a lot of things these days. She couldn’t look at the Watchtower without thinking of Jimmy, which was the kind of pain she welcomed because it was better than the nothing she felt in-between. She couldn’t even drive through Smallville without feeling Clark’s footprints under her. And the Daily Planet was all Lois, still missing after all these months.
But Davis hurt most of all.
It hurt to look at him because it was like a lightswitch had been thrown. Just when she’d thought she’d saved him, she’d been denied. Or ruined it for herself, like she always did, trying to keep all the spinning plates in the air. Jimmy, Clark, Davis… always wanting what she couldn’t have, until she didn’t even know what she wanted anymore, just what she couldn’t get.
He’d been so peaceful after she’d pressed the black Kryptonite to his heart like a bandage, like a stake. Separated from Doomsday, he’d given her a look of pure relief. He’d felt it depart from him and his look had said it all. His usual gratefulness and love and warmth, pushing aside all doubt and guilt to leave only how he felt for her. But before he could even thank her (and what did he have to thank her for, she’d done it all for Clark, Clark who would thank her by leaving when she needed him most, spinning plates), the Beast came between them like it always did, then everything was black.
It’d let them live. Why? Was it Davis who’d amplified its rage? Without him, was the Beast halved? Or did it still have some mercy left for her, even without Davis inside it?
Then Jimmy had taken them to his wedding present, because maybe he wasn’t there every single hour of every single day, but he knew how to deliver on that one minute of that one hour of that one day when it hit her hardest. He knew her. He knew how to manipulate her. Something.
And Davis had slept. Peaceful, for once. She’d grown so used to his nightmares, the mix of rage and sorrow that he voiced, but he was so quiet. So quiet she’d forgotten he was even there. Told Jimmy she’d loved him. Watched him die, watched them both die.
And now he was back.
Even separated from the Beast, his body had still been Kryptonian. It had still held power and now that Kandor had burst, Zod had moved in like a parasite. And it was worse than ever because even in his last moments, even when the rage and the pain had been strongest in him, Davis had been angry and pathetic, out of control. Zod was wholly in control. He was casually cruel, superior, a psychopath, with a constant sneer like he knew something she didn’t.
Davis had moved like he was afraid of hurting someone, always careful, shying away from strangers towards the end. From everyone’s touch but hers. But Zod swaggered. He brushed people away and they broke.
“I like this body,” Zod said, in Davis’s voice, in his own darkly amused monotone. “Such pain in it. Such memories.” He reached for her, and Chloe felt his touch. She was wrong. Something could hurt worse than seeing Davis like this. “Such softness… warmth… love…” He pulled his fingers back. Licked their tips. “He truly cared for you. I can still feel his body yearning for you.” He cracked his neck. “It will pass.”
Chloe had gotten good at denying herself tears. “What happens now? You avenge Davis? Teach me a lesson?”
“Miss Sullivan, I thought I made this clear. Davis Bloome is dead. Even the faintest traces of him are fading from this body. I would no more feel the need to hurt you on his behalf than you would feel the need to punish your mother for sheltering you in her womb.”
Chloe felt her stomach moving inexorably downward. “What are you talking about?”
“You never felt anything for him, correct? Yet you let him think you did.”
“It was… it was the only way to keep Clark safe.”
Zod smiled. Sickening. “You manipulated him. Used him. Played him for a fool. And then, once he was no longer relevant to your concerns, you cast him aside.”
“Yes.” Chloe tasted salt and realized she wasn’t as good as holding back tears as she’d thought. “Yes, I did.”
“All this time spent with Kryptonians and you still don’t understand us. I didn’t come here to castigate you. I came here to praise you. You denied your emotions and embraced logic, cold and absolute. I think you’ll do very well in this new Kryptonian world.”
Chloe didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She didn’t even tell him he was wrong. Maybe Zod was right. She was getting good at denying her emotions.
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 810
Characters/Pairings: Chloe, Davis
Author’s Note: Spoilers for 8x22 Doomsday.
Summary: Chloe takes a look at the apocalypse.
It hurt to look at a lot of things these days. She couldn’t look at the Watchtower without thinking of Jimmy, which was the kind of pain she welcomed because it was better than the nothing she felt in-between. She couldn’t even drive through Smallville without feeling Clark’s footprints under her. And the Daily Planet was all Lois, still missing after all these months.
But Davis hurt most of all.
It hurt to look at him because it was like a lightswitch had been thrown. Just when she’d thought she’d saved him, she’d been denied. Or ruined it for herself, like she always did, trying to keep all the spinning plates in the air. Jimmy, Clark, Davis… always wanting what she couldn’t have, until she didn’t even know what she wanted anymore, just what she couldn’t get.
He’d been so peaceful after she’d pressed the black Kryptonite to his heart like a bandage, like a stake. Separated from Doomsday, he’d given her a look of pure relief. He’d felt it depart from him and his look had said it all. His usual gratefulness and love and warmth, pushing aside all doubt and guilt to leave only how he felt for her. But before he could even thank her (and what did he have to thank her for, she’d done it all for Clark, Clark who would thank her by leaving when she needed him most, spinning plates), the Beast came between them like it always did, then everything was black.
It’d let them live. Why? Was it Davis who’d amplified its rage? Without him, was the Beast halved? Or did it still have some mercy left for her, even without Davis inside it?
Then Jimmy had taken them to his wedding present, because maybe he wasn’t there every single hour of every single day, but he knew how to deliver on that one minute of that one hour of that one day when it hit her hardest. He knew her. He knew how to manipulate her. Something.
And Davis had slept. Peaceful, for once. She’d grown so used to his nightmares, the mix of rage and sorrow that he voiced, but he was so quiet. So quiet she’d forgotten he was even there. Told Jimmy she’d loved him. Watched him die, watched them both die.
And now he was back.
Even separated from the Beast, his body had still been Kryptonian. It had still held power and now that Kandor had burst, Zod had moved in like a parasite. And it was worse than ever because even in his last moments, even when the rage and the pain had been strongest in him, Davis had been angry and pathetic, out of control. Zod was wholly in control. He was casually cruel, superior, a psychopath, with a constant sneer like he knew something she didn’t.
Davis had moved like he was afraid of hurting someone, always careful, shying away from strangers towards the end. From everyone’s touch but hers. But Zod swaggered. He brushed people away and they broke.
“I like this body,” Zod said, in Davis’s voice, in his own darkly amused monotone. “Such pain in it. Such memories.” He reached for her, and Chloe felt his touch. She was wrong. Something could hurt worse than seeing Davis like this. “Such softness… warmth… love…” He pulled his fingers back. Licked their tips. “He truly cared for you. I can still feel his body yearning for you.” He cracked his neck. “It will pass.”
Chloe had gotten good at denying herself tears. “What happens now? You avenge Davis? Teach me a lesson?”
“Miss Sullivan, I thought I made this clear. Davis Bloome is dead. Even the faintest traces of him are fading from this body. I would no more feel the need to hurt you on his behalf than you would feel the need to punish your mother for sheltering you in her womb.”
Chloe felt her stomach moving inexorably downward. “What are you talking about?”
“You never felt anything for him, correct? Yet you let him think you did.”
“It was… it was the only way to keep Clark safe.”
Zod smiled. Sickening. “You manipulated him. Used him. Played him for a fool. And then, once he was no longer relevant to your concerns, you cast him aside.”
“Yes.” Chloe tasted salt and realized she wasn’t as good as holding back tears as she’d thought. “Yes, I did.”
“All this time spent with Kryptonians and you still don’t understand us. I didn’t come here to castigate you. I came here to praise you. You denied your emotions and embraced logic, cold and absolute. I think you’ll do very well in this new Kryptonian world.”
Chloe didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She didn’t even tell him he was wrong. Maybe Zod was right. She was getting good at denying her emotions.
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TY, TY, TY *huggles*
Date: 2009-05-15 09:45 pm (UTC)“I like this body,” Zod said, in Davis’s voice, in his own darkly amused monotone. “Such pain in it. Such memories.” He reached for her, and Chloe felt his touch. She was wrong. Something could hurt worse than seeing Davis like this. “Such softness… warmth… love…” He pulled his fingers back. Licked their tips. “He truly cared for you. I can still feel his body yearning for you.”
i hope zod tortures her w/ what she's done... i really do i hop he makes her feel nauseated, guilty and ashamed of leading davis on and making him believe that someone cared for him and was rooting for him...
Zod smiled. Sickening. “You manipulated him. Used him. Played him for a fool. And then, once he was no longer relevant to your concerns, you cast him aside.”
“Yes.” Chloe tasted salt and realized she wasn’t as good as holding back tears as she’d thought. “Yes, I did.”
“All this time spent with Kryptonians and you still don’t understand us. I didn’t come here to castigate you. I came here to praise you. You denied your emotions and embraced logic, cold and absolute. I think you’ll do very well in this new Kryptonian world.”
ooohhh i have a huge smile that refuses to leave my face right now...
Re: TY, TY, TY *huggles*
Date: 2009-05-16 04:51 am (UTC)ChloeI'm not calling her ChloeMrs. Olsen, but I didn't want to do some horrible revenge fantasy, so I just came up with the thing that would hurt worst while still being fun to read and now that I've got it out of my system, I can pretend that Doomsday never happened and get back to my epic Chloe/Davis AU. With extra VIGILANTE JUSTICE and ROUGH SEX.Re: TY, TY, TY *huggles*
Date: 2009-05-19 06:00 pm (UTC)THANK YOU
Date: 2009-05-15 10:12 pm (UTC)like madluv4mickbeth said, this is helping heal the pain that the SV finale left me in.
great writing! I hope you post more!
Re: THANK YOU
Date: 2009-05-19 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-15 10:31 pm (UTC)Hah. You thought Davis was a psychopath when he snapped at the end, Chloe? Meet daddy dearest.
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-16 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-15 11:50 pm (UTC)Great writing! Very poetic.
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 12:01 am (UTC)Very good story. I am waiting for many many fanfic to clean up the mess Smallville made. This did a fine job.
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:49 am (UTC)Fun in an EVEN MORE dirtybadwrong Chloomsday dub-con way. You know, total politically incorrect, Harlequin romance novel, bodice-ripping, body-ravishing, "well at first this seemed like a bad idea, but now that we're going at it, surprise sex FTW" kind of way.
Which I will never ever write, but when someone does write it, I'm going to leave a comment saying "I usually don't read dub-con, but..."
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Date: 2009-05-16 12:30 am (UTC)I can't believe Chloe. *shakes head*
Using Clark, Jimmy, Davis...what's up with her? What happened to my Chloe? *sighs*
Zod...now there's one scary bastard!
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:53 am (UTC)She's in the land of fanfic, where TPTB can't hurt her anymore and she has a big yard to run in and play in and frolic with Davis in...
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Date: 2009-05-16 12:36 am (UTC)That put aside: What an awesome and creepy way to rewrite what's happened. I love it! ^^
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:35 am (UTC)Davis had moved like he was afraid of hurting someone, always careful, shying away from strangers towards the end. From everyone’s touch but hers. But Zod swaggered. He brushed people away and they broke.
“I like this body,” Zod said, in Davis’s voice, in his own darkly amused monotone. “Such pain in it. Such memories.” He reached for her, and Chloe felt his touch. She was wrong. Something could hurt worse than seeing Davis like this. “Such softness… warmth… love…” He pulled his fingers back. Licked their tips. “He truly cared for you. I can still feel his body yearning for you.” He cracked his neck. “It will pass.”
Just all of this.
What the doctor ordered after doomsday, there's this contrast of what Davis was and what Zod is. (the emphasis on broke, very well placed) Viva Zod! may the world BURN! heh.
Also his 'praising' Chloe and cold restatement of everything would exactly be the sort of thing that could hit hardest. Yep. He needs to do that to show!bot Chloe until she sees what she's become.
canon!Chloe needs to hear that so bad. not that crapville would have the brains or guts to do it.
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:56 am (UTC)Bingo. And we should call her Mrs.Olsen!Chloe to distinguish her from the totally awesome Chloe who was there for eight seasons prior to that character assassination. Pass it on.
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Date: 2009-05-16 02:05 pm (UTC)It's ok Chloe you deserve it. See what happens when you deny your emotions. I like this because it shows that the whole denying emotions concept comes from evil guys like Zod saying emotions make you weak.
I like how she still saw Davis as someone who didn't have control, he wasn't some manipulative Psycho like Zod.
Excellent Job!
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 04:46 am (UTC)That was so satisfying.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:24 pm (UTC)