Crisis is a SmallvilleFan Fic, a very dark version of a very common Smallville fanfic topic: "red K summer", or what might have happened around the time of Exile when Clark runs away to Metropolis when he becomes Kal under the effects of red kryptonite. A violent and somewhat realistic take on the Kaloerelationship.
This series provides examples of:
The Atoner: Clark for most of the series. To the point that he allows Chloe to torture him repeatedly with kryptonite and come an inch to actually killing him.
Break the Cutie: Chloe is physically abused and mentally shattered by Kal's sexual assault, but when you think it is bad enough, Clark admits that he is not being controlled and actually wanted to hurt her. Chloe tortures him with kryptonite but it only makes it worse because despite what he did to her and she would never admit it, she still cares for him and it hurts her to hurt him. Chloe and her father both lost their jobs thanks to Lionel, they are about to lose their house and the Torch is stripped clean.
Her eyes filled with tears and her voice shook as she went on. “I wanted you to lie to me that day,” she said bleakly. “I pleaded with you to tell me I was wrong to hate you, that there was still some good in you...”
My God, What Have I Done?: Kal says this almost word-for-word when he returns to the apartment and is forced to face the evidence of his assault and the fact that he raped his best friend out of pure spite. When he takes off the red kryptonite ring, Clark is immediately crushed by a mountain of guilt.
As much as he tried to hide the truth from her, his eyes could never lie. Today, she’d looked into those eyes and seen a complete stranger. Something was wrong. That wasn't her Clark.
Psycho Ex-Girlfriend: Pete thinks Clark slept with Chloe to make Lana jealous and that makes Chloe torture him with kryptonite. How very wrong he is (Clark didn't have the guts to admit he raped Chloe).
"You should’ve let me die, Clark," she said, her eyes hardening. "You should have let that truck crush me months ago and take away my life. Because then it would have been quick and painless, and I would have gone to my grave thinking you were a half-way decent person. Not someone who rapes his best friend because he’s having an off day."