Chlark Fanfic: White Rose
Hola, peeps! How’s y’all doin’? :-)
Just dropping off a little Chlarky oneshot I’ve been working on for a while. Well, I say oneshot, but it sort of spawned itself into three chapters, and I figured y’all wouldn’t complain. ;-)
Story is being posted in honour of ellyfanfiction, whose wonderful work inspired me to try my hand at writing fanfic of my own. I meant to have it ready in time for your birthday, Elly, but life’s being rather hectic lately. Forgive me? *makes baleful eyes* :-\
Amazing banner by grlmonday Thank you Caina, for being inspired simply by the title alone to create this amazing masterpiece for me. I love it. *huggles* :-)
Ladies and gents, I give you White Rose: the ending that should have been. Enjoy!
Title: White Rose
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3,500 words
Warnings: A re-write of Episode 10.04 - Homecoming
Timeline: Season 10 (my version); sequel to The Perfect Gift and sixth installment of the Sacred Series
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark and Chloe attend their high school reunion, which happens to fall on Chloe’s birthday.
Feedback: Yes, please. :-)
Author’s Note: Since this story follows on directly from The Perfect Gift, all canon-SV from Season 6 onward is redundant. And since Clark is well on his way to a super destiny with the perfect woman, there’s no Brainiac in sight. (Yippee!)
Other stories in the series:
Comfort & Joy
Peach Bikini
Indelible
Incredible
The Perfect Gift (a.k.a. Five Times Clark Got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)
White Rose
Part 1
“Chloe, are you ready?” Clark called up the stairs.
“Almost,” she called back. “Just putting some finishing touches to my hair…”
He glanced at his watch and frowned. What was it with women and finishing touches?
“I’m sure you look beautiful, honey, but we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up,” he advised. “We are the chaperones, after all; we need to set a good example to the kids.”
“Well, excuse me for taking special care with my appearance,” she retorted. “I only want to make doubly sure you won’t go swanning off after some elusive brunette and leave me standing on the dancefloor again.”
“Chloe…” he sighed. “I didn’t know it at the time, but I am strictly a blonde man.” He paused. “And I’m sorry for abandoning you at the spring formal.”
“Forgiven and forgotten,” she said as she came down the stairs. “It was a long time ago - and you were saving a life, after all.”
He stared in surprise as she appeared, and a huge smile broke out on his face. She smiled back at him and gave him a little twirl.
“You like?”
He didn’t answer; all he could do was stare mutely at her. She was a vision of loveliness.
Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. “Is…is this…?”
“The same dress, yes,” she said, smoothing her hand over the fuchsia pink silk of her Spring Formal gown. “I had to let it out a few inches, though. I’ve changed a lot over the years,” she went on ruefully.
“You look exactly as you did ten years ago,” he said softly as she reached him. He took her hands, lifted them to his mouth and kissed the tips of her fingers. “Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Clark,” she replied, her eyes alight with happiness. “After the disaster with the tornado I wanted to toss it, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to let it go.”
Her pretty face clouded over, and he knew she was remembering the evening that had started off with such promise, and how much his desertion had hurt her.
But that was all in the past now. They’d gotten together and had now been dating for five years, and both of them couldn’t be happier.
“Besides,” she added with a warning look, “…we still have a dance to finish, mister.”
He nodded in agreement. “Indeed we do.”
She squeezed his hands and was about to let them go when he tightened his hold on her fingers. “Wait, there’s…something I want to give you.”
She blinked. “There is?”
“Well, it is your birthday, after all.”
She winced. “Ooh. Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I honestly don’t think there’s anything that could spiral out of control from this gift,” he replied confidently. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a gilded envelope. Chloe watched with curious eyes as he opened it and carefully extricated an item he’d carried with him for years.
As soon as she caught sight of it, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open in surprise.
“Is that..?”
“The white rose boutonnière that you pinned on me the day of the Spring Formal,” he confirmed, and handed it to her.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed. “You kept this?”
“I’ve kept everything you ever gave me, Chloe,” he replied with a smile. “Right down to my first ever red jacket.”
“Oh, my gosh,” she laughed, and brushed her thumb over the pressed white rose that had been preserved into a custom-made bookmark. “Is this silk?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he replied, pleased that she noticed. “Silk, with a paper-based backing. I had it hand-crafted in Japan.”
She stared in wonder at the work of art, then turned it over and gasped.
“There’s an inscription,” she observed.
He smiled. “Yes, there is.”
“The most sacred gift of all is love,” she read in a reverent whisper. “Yours always, Clark.”
He smiled. “I thought this would be a fitting day to present it to you, and that was even before I knew you’d be wearing this dress.”
“How did you manage to keep it all these years?” she asked in awe. She held the rose-embossed bookmark to her nose and sniffed, inhaling the slight fragrance that still clung to it.
“I saved in in my yearbook, on our Best Friends Forever page,” he replied with a warm smile. “Somehow, deep down, I knew that we’d be all that and more.”
He cupped her face in his hands. “A white rose is a representation of pure love; a love forged in innocence, as ours is.” He paused. “I love you, Chloe.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I love you, too,” she said, her voice wobbling.
“Hey, no crying,” he admonished, whipping a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing the corners of her eyes. “You’ll ruin your make-up, and we can’t have that. We’re running late as it is.”
She laughed, and he picked up her purse and handed it to her. “Here you go.”
She took it from him and slipped her white rose bookmark into it before closing it again.
“Thank you. Oh, and incidentally, I have something for you, too.” She opened her purse and lifted out a fresh white rose boutonnière. “It’s a new one,” she announced gleefully. “Perfect timing, don’t you think?”
He smiled. “Chloe, it’s your birthday. I’m supposed to be giving you gifts, not the other way around.”
“Yes, but we’ve since established that exchanging gifts on my birthday cancels out the birthday curse,” she pointed out as she pinned it carefully on his chest.
“True. And this isn’t all I have for you.”
Her brows rose. “There’s more?”
“Yes, but you’ll get it later. For now, we need to just enjoy our high school reunion whilst simultaneously chaperoning a roomful of horny teenagers.”
“And hoping and praying against the appearance of a freak tornado,” she added.
Clark frowned. He had special plans for tonight, plans that could not afford to go awry, and not even another tornado could stop them.
“Don’t jinx it,” he warned. He kissed her and gently patted her on the behind. “Let’s roll.”
***
Part II…
Just dropping off a little Chlarky oneshot I’ve been working on for a while. Well, I say oneshot, but it sort of spawned itself into three chapters, and I figured y’all wouldn’t complain. ;-)
Story is being posted in honour of ellyfanfiction, whose wonderful work inspired me to try my hand at writing fanfic of my own. I meant to have it ready in time for your birthday, Elly, but life’s being rather hectic lately. Forgive me? *makes baleful eyes* :-\
Amazing banner by grlmonday Thank you Caina, for being inspired simply by the title alone to create this amazing masterpiece for me. I love it. *huggles* :-)
Ladies and gents, I give you White Rose: the ending that should have been. Enjoy!
Title: White Rose
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3,500 words
Warnings: A re-write of Episode 10.04 - Homecoming
Timeline: Season 10 (my version); sequel to The Perfect Gift and sixth installment of the Sacred Series
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark and Chloe attend their high school reunion, which happens to fall on Chloe’s birthday.
Feedback: Yes, please. :-)
Author’s Note: Since this story follows on directly from The Perfect Gift, all canon-SV from Season 6 onward is redundant. And since Clark is well on his way to a super destiny with the perfect woman, there’s no Brainiac in sight. (Yippee!)
Other stories in the series:
Comfort & Joy
Peach Bikini
Indelible
Incredible
The Perfect Gift (a.k.a. Five Times Clark Got Chloe a Birthday Pressie)
White Rose
Part 1
“Chloe, are you ready?” Clark called up the stairs.
“Almost,” she called back. “Just putting some finishing touches to my hair…”
He glanced at his watch and frowned. What was it with women and finishing touches?
“I’m sure you look beautiful, honey, but we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up,” he advised. “We are the chaperones, after all; we need to set a good example to the kids.”
“Well, excuse me for taking special care with my appearance,” she retorted. “I only want to make doubly sure you won’t go swanning off after some elusive brunette and leave me standing on the dancefloor again.”
“Chloe…” he sighed. “I didn’t know it at the time, but I am strictly a blonde man.” He paused. “And I’m sorry for abandoning you at the spring formal.”
“Forgiven and forgotten,” she said as she came down the stairs. “It was a long time ago - and you were saving a life, after all.”
He stared in surprise as she appeared, and a huge smile broke out on his face. She smiled back at him and gave him a little twirl.
“You like?”
He didn’t answer; all he could do was stare mutely at her. She was a vision of loveliness.
Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. “Is…is this…?”
“The same dress, yes,” she said, smoothing her hand over the fuchsia pink silk of her Spring Formal gown. “I had to let it out a few inches, though. I’ve changed a lot over the years,” she went on ruefully.
“You look exactly as you did ten years ago,” he said softly as she reached him. He took her hands, lifted them to his mouth and kissed the tips of her fingers. “Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Clark,” she replied, her eyes alight with happiness. “After the disaster with the tornado I wanted to toss it, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to let it go.”
Her pretty face clouded over, and he knew she was remembering the evening that had started off with such promise, and how much his desertion had hurt her.
But that was all in the past now. They’d gotten together and had now been dating for five years, and both of them couldn’t be happier.
“Besides,” she added with a warning look, “…we still have a dance to finish, mister.”
He nodded in agreement. “Indeed we do.”
She squeezed his hands and was about to let them go when he tightened his hold on her fingers. “Wait, there’s…something I want to give you.”
She blinked. “There is?”
“Well, it is your birthday, after all.”
She winced. “Ooh. Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I honestly don’t think there’s anything that could spiral out of control from this gift,” he replied confidently. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a gilded envelope. Chloe watched with curious eyes as he opened it and carefully extricated an item he’d carried with him for years.
As soon as she caught sight of it, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open in surprise.
“Is that..?”
“The white rose boutonnière that you pinned on me the day of the Spring Formal,” he confirmed, and handed it to her.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed. “You kept this?”
“I’ve kept everything you ever gave me, Chloe,” he replied with a smile. “Right down to my first ever red jacket.”
“Oh, my gosh,” she laughed, and brushed her thumb over the pressed white rose that had been preserved into a custom-made bookmark. “Is this silk?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he replied, pleased that she noticed. “Silk, with a paper-based backing. I had it hand-crafted in Japan.”
She stared in wonder at the work of art, then turned it over and gasped.
“There’s an inscription,” she observed.
He smiled. “Yes, there is.”
“The most sacred gift of all is love,” she read in a reverent whisper. “Yours always, Clark.”
He smiled. “I thought this would be a fitting day to present it to you, and that was even before I knew you’d be wearing this dress.”
“How did you manage to keep it all these years?” she asked in awe. She held the rose-embossed bookmark to her nose and sniffed, inhaling the slight fragrance that still clung to it.
“I saved in in my yearbook, on our Best Friends Forever page,” he replied with a warm smile. “Somehow, deep down, I knew that we’d be all that and more.”
He cupped her face in his hands. “A white rose is a representation of pure love; a love forged in innocence, as ours is.” He paused. “I love you, Chloe.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I love you, too,” she said, her voice wobbling.
“Hey, no crying,” he admonished, whipping a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing the corners of her eyes. “You’ll ruin your make-up, and we can’t have that. We’re running late as it is.”
She laughed, and he picked up her purse and handed it to her. “Here you go.”
She took it from him and slipped her white rose bookmark into it before closing it again.
“Thank you. Oh, and incidentally, I have something for you, too.” She opened her purse and lifted out a fresh white rose boutonnière. “It’s a new one,” she announced gleefully. “Perfect timing, don’t you think?”
He smiled. “Chloe, it’s your birthday. I’m supposed to be giving you gifts, not the other way around.”
“Yes, but we’ve since established that exchanging gifts on my birthday cancels out the birthday curse,” she pointed out as she pinned it carefully on his chest.
“True. And this isn’t all I have for you.”
Her brows rose. “There’s more?”
“Yes, but you’ll get it later. For now, we need to just enjoy our high school reunion whilst simultaneously chaperoning a roomful of horny teenagers.”
“And hoping and praying against the appearance of a freak tornado,” she added.
Clark frowned. He had special plans for tonight, plans that could not afford to go awry, and not even another tornado could stop them.
“Don’t jinx it,” he warned. He kissed her and gently patted her on the behind. “Let’s roll.”
***
Part II…