Big Dumb Alien

AN: My apologies to Pixie. I meant to reply sooner, but I kind of fell asleep. *hugs for H*

"Chloe?!" Clark mirrored, his aqua eyes growing wider as they stared down into hers. He felt the sudden urge to envelope her in his arms, and raised his hands. Clark paused; He wasn't sure if it was appropriate to hug a best friend he hadn't seen in five years.

Of course it is, hug her you big dumb alien!

Listening to his inner voice, Clark wrapped his arms around her small frame and pulled her against him. It'd been too long since he'd held her. A flood of memories hit him like a tidal wave. He remembered all the things they'd shared together, good and bad times. Unconsciously, Clark found himself inhaling Chloe's unique scent. His hand brushed along her back, and he caught himself, stopping his hand in the middle of Chloe's back.

He pulled back slowly, looking down into her face. Clark smiled warmly. "Missed you..." He mumbled. Clark found himself lost her emerald eyes. They were the same eyes he'd looked into a million times, but never had he felt the same pull he felt now. Clark felt something strange: the urge to kiss her, and not just a little friendly kiss. Clark wanted to really kiss her. He leaned closer. Clark hoped that after all these years she still had feelings for him, because after seeing her again, he was starting to think he was starting to love Chloe in a way he'd never thought was possible.

His face drew closer to hers, but his move was quickly interrupted by a voice. "Chloe... who's your friend?" The voice was deep, and irritated. Clark grit his teeth together and slowly released Chloe, hating to let her go. He stepped back and stuffed his hands into his pockets as Bruce Wayne cleverly maneuvered between the old friends. Clark's brow creased, and he was thankful for the glasses, they hid alot of his facial expressions, which turned out to be an advantage in a situation like this.

Clark watched as Bruce casually rest a hand on Chloe's back, as if to claim her. temper flared up inside of Clark, a deep rage. He couldn't quite put his finger on what he felt, it was something strange, something Clark hadn't felt in a very long time: jealousy. All Clark suddenly wanted was to pull Chloe back into his arms and claim her as his.

Of course she wasn't his, and he had no right to her after five years. Clark had so many chances with Chloe, and he let them all pass right by him. She'd been right there before him all his life, and only now was he beginning to realize she was there. It was clear, however, that Clark had missed out on her. Bruce Wayne was obliviously smitten with her. Clark couldn't blame Chloe if she wanted to be with a man like Bruce Wayne. He had the resources to treat her like the princess she was. What did he have to offer?

He was just a big dumb alien from another planet who flew around Metropolis in tights trying to make it a better place. He wasn't rich, he wasn't successful, and he'd hurt her too many times. The brief hope that he may have one last chance with her flicked out at the realization of what he was. A Big Dumb Alien.