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Obsession 24/31

Genre: Sequel, drama
Characters: Lois, Clark, Chloe, Bart, Lex, Oliver, Justice League, Batman
Fandoms: Smallville, Batman Begins, Dark Knight
Spoilers: Season Eight - From Episodes Committed
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the producers of Smallville and the writers of DC Comics etc, etc, etc
Feedback: Please, or evil Lex will be knocking on my door

Summary: A sequel to On Impulse where Lex has somehow managed to dodge the criminal conviction and now has his sights set on not only Chloe, who has some amazing new abilities, but also Clark. And now the gang has something else to worry about - Doomsday!

The prequel is hiding behind here trembling at Lex's evil power.

Chapter Twenty-Two is here laid up at Met Gen.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Clark arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. Oliver was already in the corridor, watching proceedings in a small room just off the emergency room.

“Ollie,” Clark said. “Emil just called J’onn. What happened?”

Oliver shook his head. “I don’t know. Bart was out on patrol. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him yet.”

“How could Bart get attacked?” Clark asked. “Unless ...”

“Unless what?”

“He broke up with Chloe tonight.”

“What?” Oliver appeared stunned.

“Yeah, I know,” Clark answered. “It was a surprise to me too.”

The two men looked up as the door opened and a man wearing horn-rimmed spectacles stepped out. He was about Oliver’s age, medium height and build, with olive skin and dark, curly hair.

“Oliver. And Clark?”

Clark nodded. “I presume you’re Emil. How is Bart?”

“Well, he took a beating, but I think he’ll be fine in a day or two. He’s lucky he has fast metabolism as it will speed up the healing process.”

“Can we talk to him?” Oliver asked.

“He’s resting. I think it’s best you wait until the morning.”

“Did he say what attacked him?”

“He wasn’t coherent, Clark. I’m sorry.”

“Well, did he say anything?”

“Only some mumblings about a creature.”

It had to be Doomsday, Clark thought. Bart might have been out of it, but he was sure Bart wouldn’t have said creature if it hadn’t been the one they were hunting.

Disappointed they could not talk to the young speedster, they turned away. Clark saw Davis Bloome walking away.

“Davis,” he said. “Wait up.”

Davis looked around. His expression suggested he was feeling uneasy about something.

“Clark. Hello.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, actually. No concussion, if that’s what you were worried about.”

“I wasn’t. I was just concerned after the attack on the club. Uh,” he began, grasping the other man’s arm, “we think there might have been another attack.”

Davis looked surprised and if Clark was not mistaken, a little worried.

“Another one? You mean the young man I brought in?”

“You brought in?”

“Yeah, I happened to be out in my rig when I heard sounds of someone being hurt. So I went to see if I could help. I found him lying in the road so I brought him here.”

“Well, thanks. He, uh, he’s a friend of mine.”

Davis nodded. “Glad I could help.”

Clark frowned as the paramedic walked away. There was something off about Davis’ story, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Oliver nudged him. “I just got off the phone with Chloe. She’s on her way in. Why didn’t you tell her about the attack?”

“I ...” Clark looked at his friend. But he couldn’t think of a logical reason. He hadn’t even thought about it. As soon as J’onn had told him, he’d sped off immediately for the hospital.

“I tried to tell her it wouldn’t do much good,” Oliver continued. “They won’t let anyone in to see him until the morning.”

But it wasn’t long before not only Chloe, but also Lana, Kara and Lois showed up. Clark went to kiss his fiancée.

“I thought you were still in Lubbock?” he asked.

“I wasn’t feeling well, so I came home early. Anyway, I’m glad I did. What’s this about Bart being attacked?”

Clark was immediately concerned for her, but her expression implied she wasn’t ready to talk about what was going on, so he dropped it.

“We won’t really know until we talk to him, but we think it’s Doomsday,” Clark said in a low voice.

Emil came out of another room and stared at them.

“What is this? A convention? I told you you couldn’t see Bart until tomorrow.”

“Come on,” Oliver said. “Let’s go talk about this at my apartment.”

Since the clock tower was the closest to the hospital, it was the best idea. They all gathered in the huge living area of the apartment. Chloe paced back and forth.

“Chloe, you won’t help Bart by wearing a hole in the floor.”

“It’s tile,” she told Oliver. “It’s practically the same kind of material they use on the space shuttle.”

“Never mind,” he sighed.

It was Chloe’s turn to sigh as she looked at the others. “If we hadn’t had that fight, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Yeah. What was the fight about?” Clark asked. “I know you said something about Davis, but ...”

“Davis and I are friends. Nothing more,” Chloe insisted.

“Well, Bart clearly sees something to be worried about,” Clark told her. “And I’ve seen the way the guy looks at you.”

Chloe stared at him. “What? So I’m not good enough for a guy to like me?”

“That isn’t what I meant, and you know it.”

“You know, just because you were too blind to see me, doesn’t mean some other guy can’t.”

“Chloe, that is not what I meant,” Clark repeated, annoyed that Chloe would see it that way.

“And hey, that’s my fiancé you’re talking to,” Lois piped up. Lana began protesting as well.

The three women began squabbling, with Clark interjecting. Kara stayed silently watching. Oliver waved his hands but to no avail. Then he stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly. The other four stared at him.

“Guys! Enough! This is getting us nowhere.”

“I still think there might be something fishy about the guy,” Clark said.

“You wouldn’t be jealous, would you Kent?” Chloe asked, glowering.

“No, I am not jealous,” he said, rolling his eyes at her. “Even J’onn J’onzz pointed out something that I think we need to look into further.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that? His aversion to plaid?”

“Stop it!” Oliver bellowed. “That’s enough!” He glared at both Clark and Chloe. “Clark, tomorrow you and Lois start looking into Davis.” Chloe opened her mouth to object, but he waved his hand at her. “I don’t want to hear it! It is past two in the morning and we are all exhausted. So I suggest we all get some sleep. Chloe, you can stay here if you wish.”

Chloe grumbled, glaring at Clark, but she huffed noisily and stomped out of the room. Oliver sighed and looked at the others.

“Kara, Clark, why don’t you guys head on home to the farm with Lois? Lana, I have a couple of spare rooms if you want to stay here.”

“Thanks,” she said. “It’s pretty late and I don’t want to disturb Nell. Is Chloe okay?”

“I think the fight with Bart really shook her.”

Lana shook her head. “I don’t know. I think there’s more to it than that,” she said.

Clark frowned at her but said nothing. He took Lois’ hand.

“Come on, honey,” he said.

He sped back to the farm with her in his arms. Lois seemed a little pale when he put her down in the farm kitchen, but she said nothing.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Smallville,” she said distractedly. “I’m just tired. Let’s just go to bed.”

She left him to go up the stairs. Clark glanced at Kara, who frowned and shook her head. She clearly had no idea what was bothering her either. With a sigh, Clark went up to his bedroom and started to prepare for bed. Lois came out of the bathroom having brushed her teeth and got into bed.

By the time Clark was finished in the bathroom and joined her in bed, Lois was sound asleep.

She still seemed reluctant to talk about what was wrong when they got up the next morning. As it was a Saturday, it was their day off from work, which gave them plenty of time to get to Met Gen and talk to Bart.

He was sitting up in bed, looking a little bruised, when they came in.

“Hey Stretch,” Bart said with a weak smile.

Clark frowned at his friend. Bart was usually full of energy and for him to appear so weak was just another sign that something very bad had happened the night before.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Lois asked gently.

And that was another thing that Clark was noticing lately. Normally, Lois would be almost blunt, or brash, but she was quieter.

“Man, that thing came out of nowhere. And it was like, huge.”

“How huge?” Clark asked.

“Way bigger than you, Stretch. And you’re a big guy.”

“What did it look like?”

“I know it sounds kinda weird, but like some kind of monster. I mean it had horns out to here,” he said, lifting his bandaged hand and holding it a couple of inches from his chest.

Clark looked at Lois and she nodded. “It sounds like Doomsday.”

“Shit man, that thing could really move. I mean, I’m fast and everything, but this thing caught me right in the gut. If I hadn’t been running, it would have turned me inside out.”

Bart frowned. “So, uh, I thought Chloe ...”

Lois scowled. “Yeah, I would have thought Chloe would have come to see you.”

“We kinda broke up.”

“I know,” Clark said. “Chloe told me. She was really upset, Bart.”

“I know I sound kinda jealous, but that guy Davis has been hanging around a lot. I mean, does it sound nuts?”

Lois shook her head. “No, it doesn’t. The truth is, Chloe’s been acting kind of obsessed lately and ...”

“Yeah, that’s what I said to her. I mean, she’s been acting kind of different ever since she got back from Lex’s. I mean, she’s changed a lot since Lex got her the first time, but ...”

“Maybe it has something to do with Brainiac,” Clark told him. “I think she’s infected. Or something.”

“Well, how do we fix this?”

“I doubt Chloe will even let us get near her if she thinks we think there’s something wrong,” Lois commented. “She likes being Ms Super Brain.”

“Well, one way or another, we’re going to have to do something,” Clark said.

His cellphone rang and he looked at the Caller ID. It was Oliver.


“We have a situation. Chloe, uh, when she woke up this morning ...”


“She didn’t even know who I was.”

“I don’t understand.”

“She didn’t remember me, Clark. Something’s going on and I think it has everything to do with what Brainiac did to her.”

“We’re at MetGen. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” Clark hung up and looked at the others. “Something’s wrong with Chloe.”

Bart began pushing back the bedclothes. “I’m not staying here.”

“Bart, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to leave the hospital,” Clark told him. “You need to stay until Emil says it’s okay.”

“To hell with that. That’s my girlfriend.”

“And you won’t help her like this. You’re still injured. Like you said, you were lucky he didn’t turn you inside out.”


Emil was on his way to Bart Allen’s room to check on him when he heard his name being called. He looked around, staring at the paramedic.

“Mr Bloome. What can I do for you?”

“Uh, do you have a minute?”

Emil glanced at his watch. “Well, I have rounds, but I suppose I could spare a few minutes. What is it?”

Davis pulled him into another room.

“Look, a friend of mine gave me your name. She thought you might be able to help me with something. But, I ... it can’t leave this room.”

Emil frowned at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I, uh, have this friend. He, uh, he’s been having blackouts since he was a kid.”

“What do you mean by blackouts?”

“Well, he said he would sometimes wake up in a place that he didn’t remember going to and didn’t know how he got there.”

“Is this friend you?” Emil asked, well familiar with the ruse.

Davis shook his head. “Ah, no, it’s not me. Look, my friend is really worried. It could affect his job. What would you suggest?”

“Well, the first thing I would suggest is a blood test to see if there are any anomalies.”
Davis nodded. “Yeah, I figured that. I talked him into letting me take some blood.” The younger man handed Emil a sheet of paper. “See what you can make of it.”

Emil glanced at the test results, but there didn’t seem to be anything conclusive. He checked the label on the test.

“Okay, I’ll take a look,” he said. “But tell your friend he may need some other tests. Like a CT-scan, x-rays ...”

“I’ll tell him,” Davis smiled. “Thanks Doc. You promise you’ll keep this confidential, right?”

“Of course.”

Emil watched him leave with a small smile. From the way Davis was acting, Emil knew there was no friend. But he let it slide. He glanced at the paper Davis had given him and frowned. There was something in the bloodwork that didn’t seem right.

He headed to the lab and began looking through the blood in the fridge. He hoped they hadn’t destroyed the samples yet.

The lab tech came in, ready to start their day and frowned at him.

“Is there something you’re looking for, doctor?”

“Yes,” he said, showing them the paper. “Do you still have the samples?”

The tech frowned, then looked through the fridge for the code number.

“Here it is. Do you want me to do some more tests?”

“No, I’ll handle this personally,” he said. “Thank you.”

Emil took the sample, putting it in a safe container, intending to study it later. He headed back along the corridor and down the next level to Bart Allen’s private room. The young man looked one hundred percent better than he had the night before.

“Well, you seem to have recovered quite well,” Emil said, checking the abdominal wound. It had already begun to heal.

“So when can I get out of here, doc?”

“I see no reason why you can’t leave today. However, I would prefer it if you weren’t alone. Is there someone you can stay with?”

“I’m sure I can talk the boss man into letting me stay with him a couple days.”

Emil nodded. “Good. I suggest you do that. Take care of yourself Mr Allen. And don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope I don’t see you again. Well, not under these circumstances.”

Bart grinned. “No problemo,” he said.

Having seen to his patient, Emil found an empty lab and began analysing the blood sample.


Chloe was grumbling loudly as Clark and Lois opened the cage front to the elevator and stepped into the apartment.

“Look, I can handle this myself,” she was telling Oliver.

Lois looked at Clark, raising her eyebrow. Chloe was being her usual recalcitrant self. She coughed, drawing her cousin’s attention.

“Lois. Clark. Will you guys tell this Neanderthal that I’m fine?”

Oliver raised his eyebrows. “Neanderthal?”

“I’m sure she means it in the nicest possible way,” Lois said with a grin. Oliver grinned back.

“Yeah, right.”

“What’s going on?” Clark asked.

As Oliver repeated what he had told Clark over the phone, Chloe had woken up not knowing where she was and not recognising Oliver. It was only after he’d shown her photographs of her with himself, Bart and the others, as well as Lois and Clark at a Justice League party, that she’d relented. But Lois still had the feeling that Chloe didn’t remember Oliver.

Lana was sitting on the sofa, watching with concern. Lois crossed the floor and sat next to her cousin.

“Chloe, I really think you need to see someone.”

Lana nodded in agreement. “This can’t be good,” she said quietly. Chloe shook her head.

“Look, you guys, I appreciate the concern, but I’m fine. Really.”

Oliver sighed and looked up at them. “How’s Bart?” he asked.

“He’s mending. He wanted to come and make sure Chloe was okay, but we told him to stay put,” Lois said.

Chloe frowned. “Why would Bart come here?” she asked.

“Uh, because he’s your boyfriend?” Lois asked.

Chloe’s frown became deeper. “What? No. Bart’s not my boyfriend. Where would you get that idea?”

Lois looked up at Clark. He looked concerned.

“Chloe,” he said gently. “You and Bart have been dating for nearly two years.”

Chloe laughed. “What? Don’t be silly. I mean, Bart’s that boy I met in the Talon that time, remember? He was cute and everything, but ...”

This was not good, Lois thought. She stood up.

“Um, I think we need coffee,” she said. “I’ll just go to the kitchen and make some.”

“Good idea honey,” Clark said.

“I’ll help you,” Lana answered, getting up to go with her to the kitchen.

As soon as the door swung closed and Lois had set the coffee to percolate, Lana looked at her.

“Are you okay? You look a little peaked.”

“I’m fine. I’m more worried about Chloe.”

But she wasn’t fine. She had been feeling odd since the rally. Truth be told, she had been feeling strange for a couple of weeks.

Her vision blurred and for a few moments she thought she was going to faint. That was new, she thought, just as Lana grabbed her.

“Lois. You need to sit down.”

The other girl guided her to a chair and sat her down.

“Sorry,” Lois said.

Lana shook her head. “It’s okay. Listen, you can tell me to butt out, but have you had a check-up lately?”

“No. I’ve been kind of busy with work and everything.”

“Is this the first time you’ve almost passed out?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“But not the first time you’ve been feeling off,” Lana mused.


“Lois, I’m no doctor, but ... well, how long is it since you’ve had your last period?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, because one of the first symptoms I had when I was pregnant ... I mean, when Lex faked my pregnancy, was getting really light-headed. In fact, I passed out on the floor of the bullpen at the Planet.”

“I couldn’t be,” Lois said, shaking her head. “I mean, Clark doesn’t even know if he ...”

“Don’t you think you should talk to Clark about this before you dismiss it? He knows something’s not right. I can tell from the way he keeps looking at you.”

“Clark has enough to worry about. What with Doomsday, and Chloe ...”

“And you guys are getting married. You’re his first priority.”

Lois sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But I don’t know. Maybe it’s a virus or something.”

“Okay. But do something for me. Get a pregnancy test. Just to be sure.”

Lois frowned at Lana. Why was she being so nice about this?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Lana said quietly. “You and I have had our differences in the past but I can see that Clark loves you. And you’re better for him than I ever was.”

“That’s not true,” Lois protested.

“It is true,” Lana told her. “Clark and I were never meant to be, whereas you ... I mean, all along you and Clark have challenged each other. You’re like ...”

“Hot fudge and halibut?” Lois said and groaned at the sudden nausea.

“Bad combination,” Lana grinned. “More like, salt and pepper.”

“We’re condiments?”

“You complement each other.”

“We go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong.”

Lana chuckled. “And you both have a terrible sense of humour. See? Perfect for each other.”

Lois laughed, feeling a little better. She stood up slowly and went to grab the coffee pot. Lana found cups and together they made coffee for the five of them.



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 18th, 2012 07:03 pm (UTC)
Absolutely LOVE this chapter!!
Jan. 19th, 2012 04:00 pm (UTC)
Glad you like it hon.
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