Facing The Truth (Chloe; somewhat open) The Players : Chloe; somewhat opened to other SV characters and stuff. See note below. Where : Chloe's apartment above the Talon When : Um... In the middle of the day? Nothing specific here. Rating : PG-13, at most. Notes : I guess this is really meant to be a narrative, but I thought it might be kind of neat if she checked her answering machine and has messages from her friends or something, wondering if her and Jimmy are okay. So... feel free to comment to this post with a message from your kid to Chloe. :)
After at least a few weeks, Chloe Sullivan-Olsen was finally home.
And though it should have been a happy day for her, since her husband had just woken up after being in a coma for a couple weeks, it was far from it.
Only an hour had passed after he'd woken up that he'd noticed an awkwardness in her, and had said something about it. She tried to deny it, to ignore it, but she couldn't. Before long, she'd blurted out the whole truth.
She didn't remember.
She didn't remember marrying Jimmy.
Even his proposal was dim. It was as though, that entire time, she'd been watching, but someone else had been driving. It was as if she was in the passenger seat of the vehicle, and Brainiac had been in complete control. She knew everything that had happened, was pretty damn aware of it, and sometimes, sometimes she'd been able to leak through, she'd been able to reclaim the steering wheel, but for the most part, it was as if Brainiac had controlled just about everything.
And after the time she'd been losing her memories, everything was a blank, until the moment she turned her head and looked into the eyes of her best friend.
Of course, Chloe couldn't explain to Jimmy why she couldn't remember, and that only upset him. It upset him, and almost immediately, he'd started accusing her.
"What? Is it because you don't want to remember, Chloe? You wanna pretend like it never happened?" he'd asked, and then his jealousy of Clark had come bubbling up to the surface again. "This is about Clark, isn't it? You still want him... don't you?"
"No! No, Jimmy, this is NOT about Clark. You should know better by now!" She'd almost been in tears then. "I... I love you, Jimmy. You're my guy. I just... getting married probably wasn't the best idea. I... I'm not ready..."
"Then why did you say yes?!?" He shouted, cutting her off.
She couldn't explain, and when she couldn't explain, he'd told her to get the hell out of his hospital room.
So now, she sat, on her couch in her apartment, silently crying, dreading her next contact with the outside world. She wasn't ready to deal with this. She wasn't ready to deal with what had happened, and she wasn't ready to be Mrs. Jimmy Olsen.
She got up, starting to head into the kitchen, looking for something to wipe her eyes with. Suddenly, she noticed the light on her answering machine blinking, and pressed a single button, figuring it wouldn't hurt to just listen. Even if she didn't call back.