“Clark?” Calypso calls his name cautiously as she climbs the stairs that lead to Clark’s wooden fortress of solitude. He looks up from the ground at the sound of her voice and gives her a half smile. The young woman sighs, releasing her long blonde locks from the elastic band wrapped around it. She outstretches her arm and waits until Clark looks up to speak.

“So can you handle a break from the major moping session you have going on here?” She asks him with a teasing grin. He chuckles and accepts the plate of pancakes that she gives him.

“Chocolate chip pancakes.”

“They’re one of your favorites.”

“Is this like a tradition for us?”

“Something like that.” Calypso says with a nod of her head. He accepts the knife and fork that she hands him and pats the place next to him on the couch.

“That girl… the one who works for Tess-

“The imposter.” She interrupts with a sneer. Clark chuckles at her expression.

“Yes her…I sped her out of Kansas.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, she had some family in Arizona.” Calypso nods in response and Clark cuts the three pancakes in half, pointing to the plate.

“You should have some too.”

“Um okay.” Passing the fork back and forth, they sit quietly and eat the breakfast. Soon enough the young woman interrupts the silence with a gentle clearing of her throat.

“I gotta make a phone call.” Clark grabs her wrist when she stands.

“A phone call to whom?”

“Does it really matter?”

“Yes.”

“Well too bad. You’ll find out soon enough Clark.” She says sternly and the tall kryptonian feels as if the tone is highly familiar to his ears. The young woman takes the now empty plate from his hands and makes her way back into the Kent house. She enters the kitchen with a sigh, dumping the plate into the sink with no intention of cleaning it. Instead she rapidly reaches for the phone and dials a number whose number she memorized by the time she was five. The man always changed the name of the owner of the phone but the number remained the same. Three rings later, an energetic voice answers her.

“Hello?”

“Hello Bart.”

“Who is this?”

“You will know soon. Right now I just need you to listen to me and remember three words.”

“Who is this?”

“I can’t tell you just yet…but those urgings to protecting me that you are having are there for a reason.”

“Why are they there?” She sighs but then smiles.

“Let’s just say that you’re a good uncle.” She hears his gasp from the other side.

“Um okay, eso es bueno.  So why are you calling me?”

“I know that Ollie has planned for you guys to find and bring back Chloe and Davis. You need to ignore his plans. Chloe and Davis will meet you at Edge City but once you are there you need to do me a favor. Follow your instincts.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes…just follow your instincts. That’s all I need you to do. If you do this, I know you’ll make the right decision.”

“How do you know?” He asks curiously.

“I have faith in my uncle.”  She hangs up when she’s sure that her comment has made Bart Allen smile.  

~ ~ ~

“Chloe.” Chloe stops pacing for a moment, biting her lip and looking at Davis nervously. He pats his lap. She moves towards him, sitting down on his lap and closing her eyes when her head rests at the crook of his neck.

“You’d get dizzy if you kept pacing like that.” He comments and she chuckles against his skin, wrapping her arms around his waist, sighing at the feel of his fingers running through her hair.

“It’s been weeks…we were doing well.”

“Maybe we can do even better if we go back.”

“Or maybe it’ll get worse.” Davis kisses the top of her head and rubs her back in comfort.

“Do you think she was lying, that she’s attempting to set us up?” He asks, referring to the woman who called Chloe mere hours ago. Chloe sighs.

“No. She isn’t lying but whatever she’s trying to do can’t be done alone. I trust her but I doubt that Ollie and Clark do, their mistrust of her can change things.”

“But maybe it can’t. Look if you- for some odd reason- trust her, then I can trust her as well. I think you’re meant to follow your instincts on this one Chloe.”  She raises her head up and eyes him attentively.

“Since when are you the collected and reasonable one?” He laughs at the question.

“I’m still freaking here, but sometimes-when you need me to- I can be reasonable too.” Chloe smiles and lays a chaste on his lips, he returns it. She sighs when they pull away and stands up, glancing up at the glass ceiling.

“We should get going. Calypso told us to meet Oliver and the team at Edge City.” Davis nods but then takes a hold of Chloe’s wrist. He begins pulling her to the bed, smirking slyly.

“What are you doing?” She says, chuckling.

“Let’s just stay here for a while. “ She wraps her arms around his neck and cuddles into him.

“Sure.” She falls into the spell of slumber in his arms.  

~ ~ ~

“No way Davis. Me driver’s seat, you passengers seat.”  Chloe says sternly, covering the door to the driver’s seat. Davis grins and grabs her hips.

“Look who’s gone all Tarzan on me.” Chloe laughs and rolls her eyes, shoving at his chest playfully.

“I mean it, you’ve been driving for the like the last three turns. You need to rest.”

“Fine.” He grumbles in agreement and slides into the passenger seat. Chloe closes the door to the driver’s seat and begins driving.  Somewhere along the way her right hand entwines with Davis’ left hand. As it darkens outside and they get closer to their destination Davis squeezes her hand in reassurance.

~ ~ ~

“Love.”

“No…you are not real. Please stop.” Calypso shakes her head, silent tears slipping down her cheeks. A young man kneels in front of her and pulls her down until she’s seating in his lap. His arms wrap around her waist tightly and she cries into the crook of his neck.

“Shh.”

“You are not real.”

“Love…you’re doing great so far. Your mother is going to be fine this time around.”

“How do you know?”

“I believe in you. You’ve accomplished everything you’ve set your mind to…I know you can do this Caly.”

“Liar. I set my mind to saving you…I couldn’t do that.” The young man rocks her back and forth.

“You weren’t supposed to love.” Calypso raises her head up and sees the young man fading.

“No! I need you damnit…don’t leave me again!”

“Shh. I love you Caly.”

“Cal.”

“Calypso, wake up.” Clark’s hands take a hold of her shoulders as he tells her to wake up. He slightly shakes her and frowns at the tracks of tears that glimmer on her cheeks.

“Come on, wake up!” He says louder and she finally opens her eyes, removing his hands from her shoulders.

“What is it?” She asks.

“You were shivering and you were calling out for someone.” Calypso sits up in the couch and avoids Clark’s eyes.

“His name is Caleb.” She tells him quietly.  Clark sits down beside her.

“Who is he?” She takes a moment to contemplate whether or not telling him.

“He’s my husband.”

“Oh.” Calypso nods in response.

“He’s dead.”

“Did I like him…or um will I like him?” Clark asks, unsure of whether he should ask the question in past or future tense.

“You never really got to know him.”

“Why not?” Calypso looks at him when the words slip out.

“People…mostly the woman in Smallville who were still fond of gossiping said that Caleb and I were the Chloe and Clark that actually worked out. Seeing that, seeing us and the way we were together…hurt you. It reminded you of all the chances you took for granted when you were in high school.”

“Caly-

“This is one of the longest conversations we’ve ever had about Caleb and I.” Clark eyes her and her eyes changes from green to the dark blue of sadness. Calypso sighs as her eye color changes back.

“I’m-

“Do not apologize.” Her voice comes out stern and annoyed when she tells him this. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Was he um good to you?” His voice sounds hesitant to both their ears when he asks this. Calypso nods and threads her hands together, gazing at them.

“He was more than just good to me.  I didn’t deserve him, even though he always said it was the other way around.” Clark clears his throat.

“If you and Caleb were anything like Chloe and I then I’m sure that he was right about not deserving you.”

“Um thanks.” She says, unsure of whether or not his statement was a compliment.

“Calypso, who is your mother?” She rolls her eyes and runs her hands through her long dark blonde locks.

“Dude I felt comprehension pass through your mind about four hours ago. You know who my mother is. You’re just too afraid to admit it.” This time it’s Clark that rolls his eyes.

“Why would I be afraid to admit it?” Calypso looks him straight in the eye.

“You’re too afraid to admit it because admitting it would be the equivalent of realizing how badly you could have screwed things up in the future and for someone who dislikes making mistakes this realization is terrifying.” Clark avoids her eyes and stands, pointing to the upstairs.

“You should sleep on a bed.” She chuckles.

“My muscles are practically made of steel; I doubt that sleeping on your couch would do much damage.” Clark shrugs his shoulders.

“I’d feel much better knowing that you were sleeping on a comfortable mattress.”

“Fine, I’ll sleep on a frigging bed.” She grumbles and he smiles.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Clark leads her upstairs to his room and points to the bed. She moves towards it and he clears his throat.

“You’re right.” She looks at him with a sad expression.

“I know.”