Invisible-Smallville/Chloe fic

Title: Invisible
Rating: PG (No foul language, no graphic scenes, family stuff) lol

Summary: It is about Chloe's feelings when Clark got sick and she went over and read him her love letter while he was unconscious.
I don't remember the title of the eppie but it recently aired in Greece( we are in s2) so i got inspired.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.



Invisible...



IÂ’m there! Just standing at a small distance from him, seeing him with my own eyes and I still canÂ’t believe it. But he is there, too!

Just lying there on the couch with his eyes closed and completely motionless. Still, immobile. That is how he is, that is how everything in the room looks! Still, immobile! But inside, my heart is racing. Beating faster and faster the closer I get to him.

I sit beside him on an armchair. So close to him that I can hear his breathing. I sigh and take in the sight of him. So perfect, so overwhelming. The love of my life, just lying there in front of me.
For a few moments I just watch him and I canÂ’t breathe. He takes
my breath away every time.
His eyes, his smile. That smile always on his face, lighting up my world.

Making me feel so warm and protected. I had always thought he could do anything and that nothing could harm him.
Yes, I know he is just a human being like me, but there has always been something in his eyes when he looked at people that made me think he is something like a guardian angel.

He has always been interested in others, always ready to help and protect them, as I was ready to approach them and interview them.

Yes, there is something otherworldly about him and I donÂ’t think that is because I am in love with him.
It just is.
He has always been there for me, whenever I needed help, but when things begun to get personal he would always leave.

Abruptly and mysteriously, leaving me confused and heartbroken.
And still I couldnÂ’t hold a grudge on him. He made it impossible for me to be mad at him.

I blame it on that otherworldly something in his eyes.

I blame it on my desperate love for him! I have never been able to tell him exactly how I feel. I have always hidden myself behind the mask of the friend.
But this isnÂ’t what I want. What I want is to be able to tell him that I care for him deeply, deeper than a friend would. I would tell him, but instead I remain silent.
Instead, I am just there now that he is sick and unconscious, knowing that he canÂ’t hear me. Knowing that he canÂ’t see me.

I am just there, holding apathetic letter in my hands, because even though he canÂ’t see or hear me, I still canÂ’t find the courage to be honest and straightforward.
Yes, I might be a coward but I am afraid of what he will say. I am afraid of what he might do. But most importantly I am afraid of what his eyes might show me though his words might be
encouraging.
Because, I know that he sees me only as a friend.

To him I am nothing more than the blond, reporter friend of his that is there to look things up for him and help him in everything that he wants with a smile on my face.

A smile that doesnÂ’t always reflect what I am feeling inside.
Inside I am so sad, so insecure, so consumed by grief and loss, but I donÂ’t let anyone see that afraid that they will not look at me the same way again.

Nobody likes whiners, nobody likes weak people. Nobody likes losers and sometimes this is how I feel. Like a loser. Like I am invisible.
Sometimes I get the feeling that people, even the ones close to me, see only the reporter, the curious, inquisitive energetic Chloe, who is always up for a challenge, for research.

But nobody sees Chloe the girl, the woman.
The sweet, insecure and scared girl.
I want someone to see the real me. See me like I am something more than the genderless reporter.

I donÂ’t want to be invisible anymore.

But this is how I feel when I am next to him. This is how I feel when I am next to Lana.
Everyone looks at her and their stare remains. She is so beautiful with that angelic face. Everyone notices her and not me.

I am not sure how I feel about that. I know she is a sweet person and she has never paid that much attention to her beauty, thinking it is too superficial, but still sometimes I am jealous of her.

Jealous because her beauty makes people want to know her inner self, her feelings, her emotions, her dreamsÂ…
But they only come to me to ask for help. Like I am invisible.
Like the other side of me, the one longing for love and caring is invisible.

Once again I fix my stare on Clark. I let me feelings take the better of me and I read out the letter to him.
I know he canÂ’t listen to me but it makes me feel better. Like a weight has been lifted off my chest. I kiss his forehead, wishing for the best. Hoping that he will get well soon and that one day we will be together.
Because I know he is one worth waiting for. And I havenÂ’t lost faith or hope yet.

My heart stops as he stirs. I wonder if he is coming to and I just stand there in awe.
Has my prayer been answered? Is this a sign that he will be ok and that we will end up together?

I can feel joy, even bliss rising within me as I observe his gentle features.
My hopes begin to form again and take their place in my heart.

But once again they are shattered as the name “Lana” escapes his lips.

I blink. Such a subtle sign! Such a subtle external sign of the destruction and despair I feel inside!
Of all the sorrow and the grief that overwhelm me.
So subtle, but inside I am mourning. Mourning for what I lost, for what I will never have.

I stand up and walk to the door. As I open it I realize I am once againÂ…Invisible.



The End