Title: New Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 (T)
Summary: AU "Doomsday" -- After being exposed to Black Kryptonite, Davis is separated from the beast that has haunted him his entire life. Does this mean he can finally have the happy ending with Chloe that he's always wanted?
Author note: Okay, first off, I have to say what a terrible episode I thought "Doomsday" was. It was without a doubt the worst season finale in SV history and the worst writing I had ever seen on the show, period. Everything the writers did in this whole episode was totally whack. They completely ruined Chlavis, killed off Jimmy and Davis, brought Zod back, made Clark leave all his loved ones because he finally came to realize that his human side was "bad," and—God, I think I could go on ranting forever, which goes to show how much I really hated this episode. Anyways, this is my first AU fanfic, so please be nice! It basically starts off at the beginning of the Jimmy/Chloe/Davis Watchtower scene from "Doomsday," but with a much happier Chlavis ending to it in my story. :) I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: Human
That was definitely one word which could describe the mass chaos Chloe Sullivan had been through in the last day. After running away from Smallville with Davis to save him from his destiny of killing her best friend, this is where their journey had led them: Davis lying unconscious on a small cot in an abandoned tower located in the outskirts of Metropolis. The beast was gone, separated from his body by the only thing on this planet that could break the curse he's had to live with his entire life: Black Kryptonite. If everything went as Clark had planned, Doomsday was now buried one mile underneath the earth's surface—hopefully out of their lives forever this time—after the explosives detonated inside the LuthorCorp geothermal facility. As she watched Jimmy examine Davis, Chloe silently prayed to God that Clark was all right.
Although he was not a trained professional in this field, only having his certified CPR card, Jimmy made his diagnosis on the former paramedic's condition: With the exception of a few scrapes and bruises, Davis should be just fine. "He's gonna be okay."
"Thank you," she said in a light and calm matter, yet after they came out of her mouth, the words just seemed too small. A simple "thank you" could never suffice the appreciation that swelled in her heart. No, Chloe couldn't thank Jimmy enough for helping them out; she was so grateful to him and all he had done. But deep down inside she had to admit to herself that it was still awkward to be around her ex-husband after their rough divorce. She could still remember those horrible e-mails he sent to her; she could still hear his angry voice while he yelled at her not to call him anymore; she could still feel the door being slammed in her face at his new apartment in Metropolis after her attempt to mend their broken relationship when they first separated. Even though Jimmy had been right about Davis and his killings, he hurt her. He chose to cut her out of his life without listening to a single apology or explanation, and she had moved on. Slowly at first, heartbroken by the reality of it in the first few weeks but did nevertheless, for time eventually heals all wounds.
"Clark said you'd bring us somewhere safe," she said, deciding to switch the subject. Taking another look around the tower, this amazing watchtower, her gaze was quickly transfixed on the stained-glass window in front of her. With the early sunrise seeping through, the colors were so beautiful...like something out of a dream. "What is this place?"
Standing up, Jimmy turned around to face her more properly. "It's a wedding present." Realizing he spoke in present tense, he corrected himself. "Well, it was. I was gonna give it to you after the reception, but—"
Chloe turned her head and stared at him in utter surprise. "My wedding present?"
He walked closer to her as he looked around at his unfinished project. "It needs some work, I know. But so did we." The blonde couldn't help but give him a small, sympathetic smile. "I just—I saw us here, you know? Starting our life together. Taking something that the rest of the world had forgotten about and making it ours."
Frozen on the spot, the ex-reporter from the Daily Planet didn't know what to say to that. Jimmy's wedding present was so thoughtful, absolutely beautiful, and something she would have loved to work on with him—building a home of their very own as they built their life together. It was almost like a fairy tale wish come true.
Why? Because she was no longer Mrs. James Olsen...and that was his choice. Maybe he wanted to get back together with her now that they were both almost on the same page with everything that had happened to them in the last year, yet none of that really mattered anymore. True, Chloe could not deny the fact that she still had some feelings for Jimmy—how could she not after marrying him? But they were divorced and she was with Davis now, even if being with him hadn't been easy. There were some nights when Chloe stayed wide awake, wrapped up in thick wool blanket while staring through the dirty window in the rundown motel room they were staying at for the night, questioning whether or not she had made the right decision by leaving with Davis to save him from the beast and protect Clark from their Kryptonian destinies of one day killing each other. However, she also understood it wasn't Davis' fault that he was born carrying a monster inside. She saw the good in him—the side of Davis that wanted to save people as a paramedic, the side of him that was funny, gentle and kind. And now that he was finally separated from the beast...wasn't it possible that Davis could still be the same man she was instantly attracted to when they first met in spite of her impending wedding? With that thought, Chloe made another silent prayer to God.
"Jimmy..." she breathed out slowly, "what you've done here is amazing. I love it and I can't believe you did all this for me as a wedding present, but—"
"This doesn't change what's happened between us," she admitted honestly before taking a pause. "I wasn't the one who made the phone call to his lawyer and asked for a divorce."
His small smile turned into a frown. "No, you were the one playing perfect hostess to a psycho serial killer and hiding him from the police in your very own home."
"Okay, you don't know all the facts," she replied in angry tone while pointing at him, "so before you go accusing me of anything, I think you should—"
"Should what? Feel sorry for the poor orphan-turned-paramedic? Davis is the reason why I walked out on our marriage, Chloe. Don't you see that?"
"Oh, really? So he forced you to publicly humiliate me in front of all those people at the hospital? He made you send all those degrading e-mails to my account, telling me how awful of a person I was? He told you to—"
"Okay, okay, okay. It wasn't all him, but the only reason why I left you was because Davis lied about killing that drunk driver and covered it up so well that you took his side over mine. I mean, do you even remember what he did to me and Oliver in the Talon basement? The guy almost killed us down there. I could've died."
"I know..." she whispered, looking away from him for a few moments with guilt all over her face before looking back up at her ex-husband. "I know, but that wasn't him, Jimmy. It was the beast. And I'm sorry for what happened to you, I really am. I know I should have been there to stop it, but at least the monster's no longer there inside of him. Davis can't hurt anyone now. He's free from the beast's control."
"What...?" the ex-photographer looked at her, completely perplexed. "How is that even possible?"
"It's a long story, but the short version basically sums up to this: I used a special type of meteor rock and was able to split the two apart."
"Wait," he stopped her, holding his hands out in front of himself, trying to get a grasp on the situation from the new information his ex-wife had just given him. "So if Davis is here with us, then does that mean Clark went after—?"
Jimmy suddenly stopped talking and both turned around when they heard Davis groaning. Stirring, he began to wake up and opened his eyes halfway while they tried to adjust from the sunlight coming through the windows.
"Chloe..." he whispered softly.
His head was throbbing in pain, his muscles were aching from the shoulders down, yet just listening to the sound of her voice was enough to make all the tension in his body begin to melt away. Clutching his head with one hand, Davis used the other to try and sit himself up as Chloe walked over to his side before kneeling down beside him, then looked at him with concern etched all over her facial features after she finished helping him up.
"Davis. Davis, are you all right? Don't try and get up too quickly, okay? You've been through a lot lately. You need to save your strength and rest until we can get you to a hospital."
His health was the least of his concerns, however, when the events of the day before suddenly came rushing back to him. "It worked, didn't it? The black meteor rock separated me from the beast, didn't it?"
"Yes, it did. You're human now. You're going to be all right."
He sighed with relief. "It's all thanks to you," he said, looking deep into her green eyes. "You saved me."
"Well, as much as I'd like to win the Nobel Peace Prize for that," she blushed, "you should also thank Oliver for stealing the meteor rock from Tess Mercer and Clark for wanting us to use it on you instead of the alternative."
"Where is Clark? Is he okay? The beast—did it attack him after we were separated?"
"I don't know," she replied in a sadden tone of voice. "I wish I knew. He hasn't come back or called, and he's been gone all night."
Slightly jealous of their closeness and the connection they really did seem to share with each other but only imagining what they, especially Chloe, had been through in the past few weeks, Jimmy decided to give them some space.
"I'm gonna go call Oliver and see if he's heard anything from Clark yet."
"Okay," the blonde nodded, looking at him for a moment as he left the building before turning her attention back onto Davis.
Staring down at himself, the ex-paramedic from Metropolis General Hospital couldn't believe everything that had happened; he couldn't believe everything Chloe and Clark had done for him. It was more than anything anyone had ever done for him in his whole life. To put it mildly, there wasn't enough words in the entire English language to say how truly grateful he was to both of them. At the end of the day, despite all the horrible, unforgivable things he had done to control the monster inside, they could still see Davis for what he really was: human. She saw the man behind the beast and ultimately was the one who split the atom, finally breaking him free from the curse he had been forced to live with ever since he and Clark came to Earth together in the first meteor shower.
"Chloe," he spoke her name softly after looking back up at her. "I—I don't know...I don't know how to repay you for everything you've done for me. I mean, you stood by me when no one else would. You took me in and even left your whole life in Smallville behind to save me from getting arrested by the police and killing Clark. You—"
She pressed her index finger to his lips for a couple of seconds to silence him and smiled warmly. "I did what anyone would have done to save someone they care about."
The tingling sensation he felt when her finger was pressed against his lips sent shivers down his back, made him want more, yet Davis kept himself in check, for now wasn't the time to be getting passionate.
"Yeah, but this is—this is different. You didn't drop me off at a homeless shelter or—or send me to a rehab clinic to get treatment for a drug addiction. You actually risked your life by being with me."
"And it's a risk I'd take again if I had to."
Stunned by her words, he had to say—
That was a question she had been asking herself for weeks now. When they first left Smallville together, Chloe knew in her heart that she had given up everything in her life to protect Clark from Doomsday. She was saving the world by leaving with Davis, which had become her main ambition in life after officially joining Oliver's superhero team as Watchtower. The situation was in black and white. There were no shades of gray whatsoever, for saving Clark meant saving the world. But the more time she spent with Davis, seeing sides of him—such tender, loving sides—she had never seen before, the more Chloe could picture starting a happy life with him. She could see them getting married in a small church with a few close family members and friends to celebrate the happy occasion, buying their first home with a white picket fence in the front yard, raising 3 or 4 kids as the wonderful parents she knew they could be, building a children's outdoor playset for their big backyard, and maybe adopting a stray golden retriever puppy from a local animal shelter to have as a family dog. She could see it all. Chloe wanted that life now. After losing her mother, losing Jimmy, and almost losing Clark countless times, she now knew what her heart desired most in this world: to build a life with someone she loved with all her heart, who loved her just as much, and grow old together. And that someone was Davis Bloome.
"Because I love you."
Mouth partially open in surprise, eyes blinking, the former paramedic wasn't sure if he heard her correctly. Did she actually say what he thought she just said?
She smiled again, cupping his cheek gently with her right hand before saying, "I love you, Davis."
"You do?" he whispered, shifting his weight around a little to stare at her more closely. "You really do?"
"Yes," the blonde said, nodding while leaning closer to him, their faces now only inches away from one another. "Yes, I do. I love you. I love you so much."
Then before he could say anything in response, she tilted her head slightly and pressed her lips against his. The sweet kiss, however, only last a few seconds when Davis gently pulled away. Looking deep into her green eyes, he could hardly believe what had just happened. In a matter of a few moments Chloe had made his dreams come true. She loved him. Not Jimmy. Not Clark. Him. The woman he had fallen in love with from the first day that they had met loved him back.
Caressing her cheek with his thumb, Davis couldn't help but smile when a tear of joy started to run down her face before wiping it away.
"I love you too," he professed in a hushed tone, pressing his forehead against hers just as he closed his eyes while trying to imprint this perfect moment in his mind forever. "I always have and I always will."
"I know," she replied back softly.
Opening his eyes again, "Chloe, I couldn't imagine my life without you."
"You won't have to because I'm not going anywhere. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Davis."
"Yes," she giggled while more tears of joy leaked from her eyes. "Of course I do. I love you."
Without saying another word, Davis cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, cupping his neck with one hand while encircling her arm around his back with the other. Kissing like two lovers who been denied all the happiness in the world but were finally in each other's arms at long last, he sought for entrance into her mouth. Chloe quickly obliged and parted her lips, tongues soon battling each other for control. Whispering sweet nothings between kisses, both were completely lost in each other for what seemed like half a lifetime until they heard—
Parting ways in the blink of an eye from the distress in Jimmy's voice, the couple saw him running through the black double doors, almost out of breath, only seconds later.
"Jimmy, what's wrong?" Chloe asked worriedly as she helped Davis up from off the ground.
"Trouble. I just got off the phone with Oliver and he said that CK told him Lois is MIA. He can't find her anywhere."
Feeling her heart skip a beat upon hearing those words, the blonde couldn't believe that on top of everything else that had happened in the past 24 hours, her cousin was now missing. "Oh, my God. Lois."
"Oliver is using his satellites to try and locate her, but so far there's been no luck. She was last seen at the Daily Planet. No one's heard from her since. And according to Ollie, Clark wants us to meet up with him at the Isis Foundation so we can start a search of our own for her there."
"Yeah, he's right," Davis agreed. "We should go."
"Hold on a second. Are you sure you're up to this, Davis?" Jimmy questioned him with some concern in his tone this time. "Shouldn't we take you to Met General and make sure you're okay first?"
"No, I'll be fine. The most important thing that we need to do right now is to find Lois."
"Okay, let's go."
Should I continue? Do you think it was a good first chapter to a happy Chlavis ending on the show?