Chlark Fanfic: Crisis, Prologue
I must be mad, starting a new story when I have three others on the go, but once I was presented with the idea, I couldn't resist writing it.
This is my take on Clark's Red K Summer. Be warned, it's not a happy-smiley fun story at. all. In fact, it's pretty much the darkest thing I've ever written.
Title: Crisis
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, non-con/rape, angst. Kal isn’t going to come off very nice in this story (see the warnings), so if you’re a fan of his, you might want to look away now.
Timeline: Season 2-3 (Exodus - Exile; Clark’s RedK Summer)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: A violent encounter between Chloe and Clark threatens to destroy their friendship forever.
Feedback: …is much appreciated. J
This is for ellyfanfiction , who wanted to get my take on Clark’s RedK Summer.
Author’s note:
Someone (I can’t remember who) said that every Chlark author should have a RedK Summer of Fun fic in their collection. I must confess, I’ve shied away from it because everyone else has covered it and done such a fantastic job that I didn’t think I’d be able to bring anything new to the table. I eventually came up with this, but by no means is it a fun story. It’s dark, angsty and thought-provoking, but I hope that if nothing else, it makes an interesting read.
Prologue
8:30pm, Saturday
Diane Warnock, the triage nurse at Smallville Medical Centre, glanced at the clock, willing the last thirty minutes of her shift to tick by faster. She’d been here since noon, and the afternoon shift was the worst of the lot because it pretty much took her away from her family for the entire day. She sighed and prepared her handover notes for the next person coming on duty, glancing at the clock again. 9:00pm couldn’t come fast enough for her.
There were ten minutes left of her shift, and Diane grabbed her coat and car keys. As soon as Rachel came in for the night shift, she would be out the door and on her way home.
She was closing the admissions book when the girl walked in. She was young, probably no more than sixteen, with short, choppy blonde hair that was far too bright a shade of platinum to be natural. And that was the only bright thing about her. Her face was downcast, and she had her arms wrapped around herself in a classic protective gesture.
Diane’s heart sank as the girl slowly approached her desk. She knew that demeanour anywhere, had seen it enough times to know what had happened.
“Good evening, dear,” she said, trying to sound pleasant without being too jolly. “Can I take your name, please?”
“My name is Chloe Sullivan,” she said quietly.
“And how can I help you today, Chloe?”
The girl, Chloe, swallowed, and then looked up at her with a bleak expression in her red-rimmed hazel green eyes. When she spoke, her answer was barely more than a whisper.
“I’ve just been raped.”
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Chapter 1...