Rating: PG
Summary: Chloe=sick, Clark=nice.
Author Notes: Another answer to the Just Desserts challenge
Disclaimer: I don’t Clark, Chloe, Street Smarts, Iron Chef, Emeril, Conan or anything else mentioned that somebody else owns.
Spoiler: None

 Banana Bread by SillySquirrel

“Welcome to a special 80s edition of Street Smarts. Like gag me with a spoon!”

Chloe blinked slowly, closing her eyes again and succumbing to sleep.

DING-DONG!

“Huh what?” Chloe woke, dazed by the sound she slipped off the couch and onto the area between the couch and coffee table, itchy carpet floor burning her knee slightly.

DING-DONG!

“Wait! I’m coming..” she said groggily pulling her  old Sailor Moon comforter  around her shoulders for warmth, even though she was clad in her comfortable Weezer Muppets shirt and  plaid boxer shorts, Ernie slippers on her feet., scratching a bumpy arm.

She looked through the peephole with a slightly crusty sleep filled eye and sniffed hard forcing snot back as she found her visitor.

“Clark?” she yelled miserably, causing her to cough slightly, “What are you doing here?”

“A care package” his warped fisheye peephole image answered, “Heard you were sick! Can I come in?”

“I’m contagious!” she said suddenly remembering the episode of the Simpsons she’d seen earlier this week. Lisa’d taught Bart and Homer a lesson because they’d been so unhelpful with the house while Marge was hospitalized with a broken leg, she convinced them they had leprosy and they pointed at each other saying, “Unclean! Unclean!”

   She felt like that now, a contagious case. She was isolated and by herself because Lana’d never had it before and she bailed to a friend’s house, and her father was away on business….again.

 “I’ll be fine Chloe” his twisted form smiled again, “Would you let me in already?”

“Ok” she said warily, unlocking the door and letting Clark in. He was pleasantly unwarped and his smile beamed of ‘health’.

“I know I  look like a pile of dog crap Clark you don’t need to smile at me like that” Chloe said plopping back onto the couch and switching to the Food Channel.

“BAM! Kick it up a notch!”

Clark sat next to her, setting the basket of things on the coffee table in front of them.

“I’ll admit you look…different, but dog crap? Hardly” he wrapped one of his huge arms around her itchy form, “I’d say it was more of a ‘bum on the street look’” he grinned.

 “Nice” she rolled her eyes, going for the basket, “What’s in the basket ?” she asked scratching her knee furiously.

“ You really shouldn’t do that. It makes it worse…” Clark grimaced. 

Chloe shot him a deadly look, “Have you ever had chicken pox Clark?”

He blushed and scratched his head, “No…”

“Then you can’t possibly imagine how BAD this ITCHES!”

“Sorry… Anyway, my Mom put some calamine lotion, oatmeal, chicken soup and banana bread in there…”

“I love your mother Clark. She is my world..” she said with a pathetic sigh of happiness. “Want some?”

Clark shook his head, “My mom made us a batch too. That’s for you.”

“Come on Clark” she whined, “I’ve been in the house for 3 days with no visitors. My dad is gone on business, Lana had never had it so she’d gone…I need companionship!”

“Ok Chlo’ I’ll stay..”

“Thank you!” she squealed with her sudden burst of energy fueling her.

*********

And so they settled down for an evening of Iron Chef, MTV, and re runs of  Late Night with Conan O’Brien.

Soon Chloe was fast asleep on Clark’s lap, with banana bread crumbs stuck to the corners of her mouth and a remote teetering on the pads of her fingers. Clark smiled at the picture, wishing he had a camera to capture this for blackmail and laughing your ass off purposes when he nodded off along with her, a Conan episode playing softly in the background.