Chloe moaned, a long, drawn out moan with hints of extreme
ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled back, eyelids partially closed. A
radiant flush stained her cheeks, and all Clark could do was
Chloe swallowed, then turned her happy gaze on him.
"Aren't you going to eat yours?" she asked, using her
chin to point toward the piece of pizza dangling in his hand.
Frankly, he had forgotten he had grabbed a slice. The way Chloe
had snatched the box from the delivery guy's hands had been
entertaining, and her mad dash back up to the loft in the barn had
been funny too. Her mad scramble to get the box open had been
downright hysterical. But when she had taken her first bite...all
thoughts had fled his brain.
After all, it's kind of hard to think when anyone makes those
kinds of noises. Especially over pizza.
"After your reaction, I'm afraid it won't live up to the
Chloe somehow managed to grin her trademark grin with her lips
closed and mouth full.
"So what next?" he asked before taking an impossibly
Chloe scanned the back of the DVD case, munching all the while
on...Clark looked carefully...her second piece of pizza.
"I think Pusher," she declared, popping the DVD into
Clark settled back on the couch with his second slice and
prepared himself. This is what he got for telling Chloe he'd never
watched The X-Files. A marathon. A very long marathon. With aliens
that definitely didn't look anything like him.
"This one isn't gory is it?" he asked.
Chloe shot him a look. "Can I help it that you have a weak
stomach? Jeez. And besides, what red-blooded male throws up during
"There were extenuating circumstances Chloe. I
was...sick." If you could call it that. The blame had been
put on the mayonnaise in Pete's mom's potato salad, but he was
pretty sure it was the very bright green relish that as at fault.
Relish should never glow like that. Too bad picking it out hadn't
helped much, aside from the admonishment from Pete's mother about
being a finicky eater.
She licked her fingers then dug into the pizza box again.
"Well, just so you know, this isn't nearly as gory as Jaws.
And there are much worse episodes. Believe me, I'm saving Home
until later. I don't want to get hit by projectile vomit on that
He took a moment to survey her as she flipped through the
features. It made sense to him that she was an X-Files fan.
Conspiracies, aliens, weird things that go bump in dark alleys.
But watching it with her this evening had been enlightening in
whole new ways. He hadn't seen the standard for Chloe: snark and
disbelief at Hollywood's gross inaccuracies. He also hadn't seen
absolute adoration for Fox Mulder, a guy that he swore could be
her father. You know, if he were real.
No, oddly enough he'd seen her argue with the TV, defend
rationale and science along with Scully, even get disgusted when
the traditional "aliens are bad" was trotted out.
It was starting to freak him out.
He polished off his third piece as the opening sequence
started. His hand went into the box at the same time as Chloe's,
and it was purely coincidence that he got his hand on the last
He looked at her. She looked at him. He tried not to cower,
because really, he shouldn't be scared of her, right?
"Clark, what did I tell you last time?" she asked,
"Never get between a Sullivan and her pizza."
"Good boy. Now..." and she looked at his hand with a
look that said if he didn't remove it in five seconds, she'd
remove it for him.
"But, you've had four pieces already. I've had three.
Logically, that's mine," he protested. "Plus I'm bigger.
It takes more food to sustain me."
Chloe gave him another look, this one even more ferocious.
"Don't make me hurt you Clark."
He grinned. "As if you could."
And he started to pick up the slice.
"I know things, Clark."
He hesitated and looked at her, worried.
"I know about third grade. The field trip to the
planetarium. A certain somebody had performance anxiety and
couldn't go to the bathroom with the other boys, so he tried to
hold it all day, but unfortunately, on the bus on the way
"How did you know that?" he asked in horror. That had
been horribly embarrassing, one of those moments he'd pushed to
the back of his mind and hoped to forget forever. It was something
that was closely guarded. His mother knew (because the teacher had
had to call her to pick him up), but she'd been very
understanding. That meant...
Chloe grinned a self-satisfied grin. "Like I said, I know
Two could play this game. "Pete told me you once owned a
Barbie. Malibu Barbie."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You believed in the Easter
Bunny until you were ten."
"You actually tried out for the cheerleading squad in
"You wore lipstick and eyeshadow for a week."
Clark glared. "That was on a dare from Pete."
She smirked. "Doesn't matter. You wore makeup and there
are pictures. It counts."
He huffed and thought of everything Pete had told him over the
last few years. "You had a Fabio poster."
"I did not!"
"Tall? Hunky? Blonde?"
"Try Nordic lamebrain. Dolph Lundgren is very different
Okay, that had taken a turn for the scary.
"Chloe, there are so many things wrong about you having a
poster of Dolph Lundgren. Besides the fact that, you know, it's Dolph
"He played He-Man. I was little."
"It's still lame."
He lifted the pizza toward his mouth. It was almost there
before Chloe's hand clamped on his wrist.
"You're an alien."
He coughed. It was infinitely better than jumping across the
room, having a panic attack or fainting, all things he really
wanted to do. Instead he quickly went for nonchalance.
"You're an alien. From another planet."
He grinned guardedly, trying to think of everything that she
could possibly mean by that.
"You mean like men being from Mars? By that logic you're
an alien too."
She grabbed the crust of the pizza and pulled as she said,
"No, I mean like you were born on another planet, shipped
here to earth in a space ship that came down along with the meteor
shower on a sunny October day several years ago. And you're really
strong, bullet proof, extremely fast, can somehow start fires and
hear things that you shouldn't be able to."
His mouth just hung open. Really, there were no words.
"And you're somehow connected with those markings in the
caves," she said matter of factly as the slice of pizza
dropped from his hand into hers.
She sat back, a satisfied smirk on her face as she chomped
down. Around a mouthful of pepperoni and sausage she spoke.
"Like I said. I know things."