A/N: So, I've been writing fiction and fan fiction for awhile, but I've always been too nervous to share it. However, I thought I'd take a leap, and just post this story I started.

I want to thank Rae_of_light09 on twitter for beta-ing this for me.

So, I loved Chimmy, but I cursed the writers for the timing, because at the beginning of season 6 it seemed like Clark was ready to have these kinds of feelings for Chloe, but then she moved on with Jimmy and I've always wondered what would have happened if their timing wasn't always completely horrible, and they had actually gotten a chance for what I know could've been great. Here's my take on things:


Tell me who should I be to make you love me?

Tell me what does it mean to be alone?

The events of the day were still fresh on her mind. The newsroom was buzzing, people all around, but Chloe Sullivan couldn't help but to feel alone. When the entire world was crumbling, the earth itself even shuddering, Chloe sat by herself at the Daily Planet, alone.

Hours earlier, she had kissed the man of her dreams. She wanted him to know how she felt in case... well, she couldn't even think about it. She had no idea where Clark was, but she had very little hope. He had gone off to face an impossible evil, and now Chloe had to keep herself from crying every time she had thought about him.

In the moment, when the world around them was failing, Chloe had thought they would both die. She thought the world was going to end and there would be no more, well... anything. That was almost bearable, but this... living without him. Breathing, while he most likely was not. This was more than she could take.

While the only romantic moment the two of them had ever encountered had been five years ago at a spring formal where he had deserted her, from the moment she had met him, she had never truly been alone. Clark had accepted her into his life when she had to move away from everything that she loved into a town where she knew absolutely no one, and ever since then they had been best friends. In this capacity, he was always there for her. She could turn to him for anything. They may have had their differences from time to time, but she ultimately knew they would always work things out. It was in their blood to work things out. But now, she didn't have that anymore. She was completely and utterly alone.

Wiping a lone tear that had managed to escape despite her best efforts, Chloe quickly returned to her desk so that she could immerse herself into her work rather than having to think. Everything's going to be okay, she told herself. It was a lie.

Clark made his way through the Daily Planet, mentally preparing himself for the worst. He had already seen that Lois and Lana were okay, but the last time he had seen Chloe, she was alone in a deserted building where bad things were already happening. He had saved her from the car that crashed through the basement window, but after that he wasn't there for her. He had no clue what had happened after he left, and the thought that Chloe might not be alright was torture.

The steps down to the basement seemed to be taking forever. He had wanted to superspeed, but there were people everywhere, and the risk he would be seen was too high. Besides, if Chloe was down there, he didn't want to give her a heart attack, the way she always joked he did whenever he had done it previously. He was eager to see if she was there, but he didn't want to scare her anymore than she had undoubtedly been scared all day.

While Clark was trapped in the Phantom Zone, the world was falling to pieces, and Chloe was there... alone. At least the others had real people, real interactions, whether they were good or evil, they were people. As far as Clark knew, Chloe had no one, and that must've been hell. Who knows what he would have done if he hadn't met Raya while in the Phantom Zone. Trying to make sense out of an upside down world without anybody to help would've been impossible. Then again, without Raya, he would've died during that first phantom attack. This thought made him worry about Chloe even more. She herself had been trapped in a crazy world and there was no one there to help her through it.

He suddenly wished he hadn't made the mistake of going for Brainiac instead of Lex. He hadn't wanted to kill Lex, but thinking back on everything that had happened that day, it would've been the better choice. Lex Luthor was alive, but at what cost?

The bottom of the steps started to get closer and closer, and as they did, his anxiety rose. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt so nervous. And in his life, he had been in some pretty nerve-wracking situations.

He took a deep breath as he reached the bottom of the stairs leading down to her workplace. In this moment, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something within him felt different. It was something to do with Chloe, he just couldn't figure out what inside him had changed.

His heart skipped a beat as he scanned the room for that face, but sure enough, there it was. Hard at work at whatever it was she was working on, just in regular Chloe fashion. He stood there staring at her for what felt like minutes, but could only possibly have been a few seconds. She looked up from her work, and caught his stare. Her eyes widened as she took him in, and her face brightened up. She put down whatever she was doing and ran to him.

"Clark!" she said, the distance between them growing smaller and smaller. "Oh my God, I thought you were dead!" With that, she made her way into his arms, and he felt like he could stay in this moment forever.

Breaking the hug, he looked into her eyes. "Hi," he said, trying to form a complete thought. He hadn't actually thought of what he would say if he found her there. "Umm... so did I, for a minute there."

She surveyed his face as he did the same to her. "What happened?" she asked him. "Where did you go?"

Flashes of the Phantom Zone filled his mind. He didn't need to tell Chloe all of that just yet. "A place I never want to go again," he said. The worry for her that he felt before he saw her face again started to flood back a little. "Are you okay?"

A smile washed over her face. "Yeah, everything's great now that you're here," she said, going in for another hug.

Again, he didn't want this moment to end, but he had to clear the air once and for all. Everything that was happening was so confusing, and they just needed to figure things out right now. Not sure of how to approach the topic, Clark did the best he could. "Chloe..." he started. "Before I left, there was this moment where we, um..."

Kissed. Why couldn't he just say it? His emotions rose as he waited for what she would say next. He didn't know how he would react to anything she would say, but it needed to come out either way. They couldn't leave it hanging in the air forever. The way their friendship had felt for awhile after freshman year was somewhat chilling, and he realized it was because they had never actually talked about what had happened between them.

"Yeah, that..." she trailed off. It was obvious she was uncomfortable about it, and Clark hated making her feel that way, but for once in his life he needed an honest conversation about how everyone was feeling.

"Yeah," he said. "That."

"Clark, I'm not going to lie to you," she started. It was refreshing to hear those words. She wouldn't have said them to him if she wasn't actually going to be honest. "Somewhere, deep down, I've always had feelings for you. I showed them to you at spring formal freshman year, but things didn't exactly turn out as I hoped. So I buried them. I pushed them aside. But they were still there." She inhaled. "When I kissed you earlier... I thought the world was ending. I thought we were going to die and I needed to let you know how I feel about you."

Clark looked deep into her eyes. He couldn't remember a time when Chloe had ever been so open with him, and for some reason he was reacting better to it than he thought he would. He thought if she told him she had feelings for him, he would have to break her heart again, and he hated to see heartbroken Chloe. But that wasn't what he was feeling at all. He was feeling something... different. Feelings that had never been associated with Chloe before.

"But please, Clark," she continued. "This friendship means way too much to me to let my feelings for you get in between us. Please... just forget it ever happened."

She looked to the ground and Clark thought he caught a glimpse of sadness in her eyes. And he hated it.

"Is that really what you want?" he asked starting to smile a little bit. Chloe nodded, not looking up at him. "Are you sure?"

Finally Chloe looked at him and saw his face. For a second she seemed confused, but his change of feelings for her was obvious in this moment, and it didn't take her long to figure it out. As she did, her face broke into a huge smile which filled Clark with feelings of glee.

He was a bit unsure at first, but his mind for once actually matched what he knew Chloe was feeling, and he felt a sudden urge to act on it. He pulled her in for the most unexpected kiss he had ever given.