Title: Strength, Reserve, Control
Part: Prologue/?
Author: Cam
Author's email: camerada2006@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Pairing: Chloe/Lionel, Clark/Lois, Chloe/Lex
Summary: Give me strength, reserve, control / Give me heart and give me soul.
A/N: Ok, so this is just the prologue - very short. I have a basic plot worked out, but this story may be a while in coming. Let me know if you want to keep reading it, since it starts out kind of weird. Thanks to Kris, who inspired me to try a new 'ship - at least for a little while. Like I said, this will most definitely be Chlex. Oh, and the title comes from the Coldplay song "Politik." Download it! (Or better yet, buy the album "A Rush of Blood to the Head")
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PROLOGUE
"I hate you!" Tears were sliding down her face, and Clark could only stare at the floor.
I hate you.
He thought the words would hurt more, but surprisingly enough, they didn't.
"Chloe . . ." Clark made a half-hearted attempt to console her. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but she jerked back from his reach.
"I can't take any more lying, Clark," she said rubbing one silk-sleeved arm across her face. Her mascara smeared.
I hate you.
"If I could tell you the truth, Chloe, I would." He didn't know why he didn't tell her about his powers. About his special relationship with Superman. Wait, yes he did know. He just didn't feel like it. If he loved her the way he used to, Clark would have sat her down, talked to her, explained . . . but lately, he'd been feeling more apathy toward Chloe than anything else.
She turned away, then just as quickly turned back. "Is it Lois? Are you in love with her?"
Clark considered saying no, but then decided to take the easy way out. "Yes, I love Lois, Chloe, and I'm very sorry to have hurt you."
"I see."
Clark could see the pain in her eyes, and for one second, one tiny moment, he felt sorry for her.
Then she slapped him. "Don't feel bad for me, you bastard!" Chloe screamed. "Do you know who I am? Do you have the slightest clue? I'm Chloe Luthor!"
And she was. In name, in appearance . . . in every way that counted, Chloe was a Luthor.
"Go back to your husband, Chloe," Clark said tiredly.
Chloe glanced at the floor, where her scarf had fallen. She stooped to pick it up, and Clark was startled by her grace. She must have learned that from the Luthors as well. Chloe looked at the scarf before wrapping it around her neck.
"Clark, can't you just-" her phone rang, and she frowned at the display before flipping it open. "Hi, I - yes, I'm on my way now, sweetheart. I just got delayed in traffic. Yes. All right, dear. I'll be home soon."
She left Clark's townhouse after glancing at him one last time. As soon as the door shut, Clark slid to the floor and closed his eyes. Dealing with Lionel Luthor's wife was far more exhausting than saving people from mudslides in South East Asia.
Part: Prologue/?
Author: Cam
Author's email: camerada2006@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Pairing: Chloe/Lionel, Clark/Lois, Chloe/Lex
Summary: Give me strength, reserve, control / Give me heart and give me soul.
A/N: Ok, so this is just the prologue - very short. I have a basic plot worked out, but this story may be a while in coming. Let me know if you want to keep reading it, since it starts out kind of weird. Thanks to Kris, who inspired me to try a new 'ship - at least for a little while. Like I said, this will most definitely be Chlex. Oh, and the title comes from the Coldplay song "Politik." Download it! (Or better yet, buy the album "A Rush of Blood to the Head")
*~*~*~*
PROLOGUE
"I hate you!" Tears were sliding down her face, and Clark could only stare at the floor.
I hate you.
He thought the words would hurt more, but surprisingly enough, they didn't.
"Chloe . . ." Clark made a half-hearted attempt to console her. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but she jerked back from his reach.
"I can't take any more lying, Clark," she said rubbing one silk-sleeved arm across her face. Her mascara smeared.
I hate you.
"If I could tell you the truth, Chloe, I would." He didn't know why he didn't tell her about his powers. About his special relationship with Superman. Wait, yes he did know. He just didn't feel like it. If he loved her the way he used to, Clark would have sat her down, talked to her, explained . . . but lately, he'd been feeling more apathy toward Chloe than anything else.
She turned away, then just as quickly turned back. "Is it Lois? Are you in love with her?"
Clark considered saying no, but then decided to take the easy way out. "Yes, I love Lois, Chloe, and I'm very sorry to have hurt you."
"I see."
Clark could see the pain in her eyes, and for one second, one tiny moment, he felt sorry for her.
Then she slapped him. "Don't feel bad for me, you bastard!" Chloe screamed. "Do you know who I am? Do you have the slightest clue? I'm Chloe Luthor!"
And she was. In name, in appearance . . . in every way that counted, Chloe was a Luthor.
"Go back to your husband, Chloe," Clark said tiredly.
Chloe glanced at the floor, where her scarf had fallen. She stooped to pick it up, and Clark was startled by her grace. She must have learned that from the Luthors as well. Chloe looked at the scarf before wrapping it around her neck.
"Clark, can't you just-" her phone rang, and she frowned at the display before flipping it open. "Hi, I - yes, I'm on my way now, sweetheart. I just got delayed in traffic. Yes. All right, dear. I'll be home soon."
She left Clark's townhouse after glancing at him one last time. As soon as the door shut, Clark slid to the floor and closed his eyes. Dealing with Lionel Luthor's wife was far more exhausting than saving people from mudslides in South East Asia.
