Author's Note: Hello everyone! Welcome to my first Smallville story for what is becoming one of my favorites. I would just like to say that I hope you all enjoy it and just let you know that the characters may sound a little weird for the first few chapters since I haven't watched too much of Smallville but I will do my best to get this story as realistic as possible! Please enjoy!

The sun is shining. Its bright light casts a glow in the bedroom of the young 6 year old child. A woman holds her blonde haired daughter protectively as they lie in bed, a book of fairy tales on their laps.

"And then?" The young girl questions, her interest piqued.

"And then?" There is a playful look in the woman's eyes.

"Yeah, Mommy, what happened next?"

"The Prince kissed the beautiful Princess thus breaking the spell." The daughter's eyes widened at this revelation.

"And then?" The mother laughs.

"And then they lived happily ever after."

"Really?" The daughter questions.

"Really, Chloe," The woman answers. "Really."


She woke up in a cold sweat. It had been awhile since she had dreamt of her mother, but that didn't mean the feeling didn't hurt less. In fact, time had made the pain sharper and for the first time in her life, Chloe Sullivan was wishing that she had actually stayed up running Watchtower. Normally, she hated the night shift and only took it when she felt her boys were in trouble, but nightshift was a piece of cake compared to dreaming of her mother.

The blonde frowned and ran a hand through her hair, sighing. Glancing at her clock, she realized it was 3 am—only three hours of sleep since she had gone to bed at midnight. There was no use in denying it, she couldn't sleep after that dream with her mother. Pushing her warm covers off of her, she let her feet dangle a moment before letting them hit the cold wooden floor of her apartment. Her ivory hand flipped the light switch on and the light blinded her.

"What to do now?" She muttered as she sauntered into her kitchen. Before she had a chance to think, her cell phone began to beep. She scurried over and placed the device to her ear. "Yes?"

"Chloe," It was Clark and a worry of expression immediately appeared on the young woman's face. "I'm sorry for waking you—"

"Clark, what is it?" She grabbed a robe and quickly wrapped the fluffy material around her. Clark, her ex-love interest turned best friend, never called this early unless something was seriously wrong.

"It's Bart," Clark said quickly. "Oliver said he missed his rendezvous with him. Could you go to Watchtower and get a location on him?"

"Already on my way," She mumbled as she reached for her car keys and slipped on her pink slippers. She couldn't waste any time; she would just have to go in her pajamas. "I'll meet you there."

"Of course," Clark replied. "See you." There was beep as the line went dead and the blonde sighed once more.

This was going to be a long night.

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