A Smallville Christmas
By Sway
Rating: PG?? just to be safe.
Summery: Chloe wants her Christmas to be perfect, and she'll overcome anything to keep it that way. (Might be OOC)
A/N: any one that watches Roswell will recognise the references made in this fic, (Christmas Nazi.) Isabel isn't alone, that's how I am, so I figure it would be interesting to make Chloe that way too. I'm not too sure if this is gonna turn Lex and Chloe into a couple but they will definitely be a little more than friends by the end.
~*~Chapter One~*~
"That's no excuse dad, and you know it." Chloe Sullivan barked into the phone. "How could you forget to buy a tree? Its Christmas for crying out loud!"
"Don't worry sweetheart, I can pick up a plastic one at the store on the way home." Gabe tried to soothe his irate daughter.
"A plastic one? A *PLASTIC* one? As in the artificial STORE BOUGHT tree's that make Christmas lose just that bit more significance to the world? So your trying to sweep Christmas under the rug along with all of the other insignificant holidays? That's just great dad."
"Honey, if your that upset about it why don't you go buy a tree? I'm sure there are a few left. There are 6 days before Christmas." He responded, they had this same fight every year.
"6 days. SIX days!! Okay let's think about this. We have everything closing on Christmas Eve, so that's FIVE. Co-ordinating the two-day charity events for the residents of Smallville, that's THREE. Christmas shopping for the remaining friends that have been too GOD DAMN DIFFICULT to tell me what they wanted before the Christmas rush-"
"Pete can't hear you sweetheart." Her father interjected, feeling sorry for the boy who was sure to be feeling the full force of a Crazy Christmas Chloe.
"That's TWO. And then there is the preparation for my replacement interview with Mr Lex Luthor, that's ONE day left." Chloe continued flipping through her planner and circling that day, ignoring her fathers comment. "And my nights are booked up because I'm going Christmas carolling in the hospitals with Lana and the group she organised. And anyone that has ever been tree shopping knows that you can't find the perfect tree in one day ESPECIALLY since it's a SUNDAY which, may I mention, is in TWO days!!"
"Why don't you get Clark to pick one out then? He has an eye for that kind of thing." Gabe looked up at the sound of someone knocking on his office door and waved Lex Luthor in. Lex took a chair opposite Gabe's desk and waited patiently while the frazzled father tried to wrap up the conversation.
"Because it has to sit in OUR house, not his. Picking a Christmas tree is a personal thing dad. It's something we should both be involved in." Chloe pleaded. This happened every year, despite the preparation that she took throughout the year, something always went wrong. Four out of five times it was the tree. Chloe shook her head remembering that one Christmas, that was the time her planner had been eaten by the next door neighbours dog. That had been a horrible Christmas, everything was out of her hands and she was forced to rely on others to tell her what was going on and when.
"Look honey, Mr Luthor just walked in. Can we talk about this when I get home?"
Lex chuckled when he heard his manager's daughters voice shouting on the other end of the line. Gabe winced and apologised for trying to hurry her. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I'll see you when I get home. if your home. Love you too, bye."
Gabe hung up the phone looking exhausted. "Sorry about that Mr Luthor, Chloe just gets a little out of hand when it comes to Christmas. She always strives to get it perfect for us."
"Don't worry about it Gabe. She's an interesting girl, I must admit." Lex smirked.
"Chloe said something about having a replacement interview with you. I apologise for whatever she did to get it."
Lex shook his head. "I gave her the interview, I felt terrible that the last one ended as it did."
Gabe rubbed his temples, "Yes, well, that was unfortunate. Did you come here for a reason Mr Luthor?" getting back to business.
"Actually, yes I did. I wanted to congratulate you on the standard work that you have been achieving and the extra hours you have put in, it's a fantastic effort, Gabe, I really do appreciate it. I only hope you haven't been spending the extra time here that Chloe feels you should have been spending with her."
Gabe shook his head. "No, Chloe would be like this anyway. Ever since her mother.passed. she has wanted every Christmas to be the perfect union for the two of us. The one day that we would spend together and with her friends, nothing out of place and no distractions, you know? She won't be satisfied until everything is running smoothly."
"And how often does it work out?" Lex asked.
"Every year except one so far. The neighbours dog ate her planner and all fell apart from there." Gabe chuckled. "It was an interesting Christmas that year!"
Lex smiled and stood. "Well I hope it all goes well. Both for you and her, and the mental health of anyone that gets in her way."
"Thank you Mr Luthor. I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow."
By Sway
Rating: PG?? just to be safe.
Summery: Chloe wants her Christmas to be perfect, and she'll overcome anything to keep it that way. (Might be OOC)
A/N: any one that watches Roswell will recognise the references made in this fic, (Christmas Nazi.) Isabel isn't alone, that's how I am, so I figure it would be interesting to make Chloe that way too. I'm not too sure if this is gonna turn Lex and Chloe into a couple but they will definitely be a little more than friends by the end.
~*~Chapter One~*~
"That's no excuse dad, and you know it." Chloe Sullivan barked into the phone. "How could you forget to buy a tree? Its Christmas for crying out loud!"
"Don't worry sweetheart, I can pick up a plastic one at the store on the way home." Gabe tried to soothe his irate daughter.
"A plastic one? A *PLASTIC* one? As in the artificial STORE BOUGHT tree's that make Christmas lose just that bit more significance to the world? So your trying to sweep Christmas under the rug along with all of the other insignificant holidays? That's just great dad."
"Honey, if your that upset about it why don't you go buy a tree? I'm sure there are a few left. There are 6 days before Christmas." He responded, they had this same fight every year.
"6 days. SIX days!! Okay let's think about this. We have everything closing on Christmas Eve, so that's FIVE. Co-ordinating the two-day charity events for the residents of Smallville, that's THREE. Christmas shopping for the remaining friends that have been too GOD DAMN DIFFICULT to tell me what they wanted before the Christmas rush-"
"Pete can't hear you sweetheart." Her father interjected, feeling sorry for the boy who was sure to be feeling the full force of a Crazy Christmas Chloe.
"That's TWO. And then there is the preparation for my replacement interview with Mr Lex Luthor, that's ONE day left." Chloe continued flipping through her planner and circling that day, ignoring her fathers comment. "And my nights are booked up because I'm going Christmas carolling in the hospitals with Lana and the group she organised. And anyone that has ever been tree shopping knows that you can't find the perfect tree in one day ESPECIALLY since it's a SUNDAY which, may I mention, is in TWO days!!"
"Why don't you get Clark to pick one out then? He has an eye for that kind of thing." Gabe looked up at the sound of someone knocking on his office door and waved Lex Luthor in. Lex took a chair opposite Gabe's desk and waited patiently while the frazzled father tried to wrap up the conversation.
"Because it has to sit in OUR house, not his. Picking a Christmas tree is a personal thing dad. It's something we should both be involved in." Chloe pleaded. This happened every year, despite the preparation that she took throughout the year, something always went wrong. Four out of five times it was the tree. Chloe shook her head remembering that one Christmas, that was the time her planner had been eaten by the next door neighbours dog. That had been a horrible Christmas, everything was out of her hands and she was forced to rely on others to tell her what was going on and when.
"Look honey, Mr Luthor just walked in. Can we talk about this when I get home?"
Lex chuckled when he heard his manager's daughters voice shouting on the other end of the line. Gabe winced and apologised for trying to hurry her. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I'll see you when I get home. if your home. Love you too, bye."
Gabe hung up the phone looking exhausted. "Sorry about that Mr Luthor, Chloe just gets a little out of hand when it comes to Christmas. She always strives to get it perfect for us."
"Don't worry about it Gabe. She's an interesting girl, I must admit." Lex smirked.
"Chloe said something about having a replacement interview with you. I apologise for whatever she did to get it."
Lex shook his head. "I gave her the interview, I felt terrible that the last one ended as it did."
Gabe rubbed his temples, "Yes, well, that was unfortunate. Did you come here for a reason Mr Luthor?" getting back to business.
"Actually, yes I did. I wanted to congratulate you on the standard work that you have been achieving and the extra hours you have put in, it's a fantastic effort, Gabe, I really do appreciate it. I only hope you haven't been spending the extra time here that Chloe feels you should have been spending with her."
Gabe shook his head. "No, Chloe would be like this anyway. Ever since her mother.passed. she has wanted every Christmas to be the perfect union for the two of us. The one day that we would spend together and with her friends, nothing out of place and no distractions, you know? She won't be satisfied until everything is running smoothly."
"And how often does it work out?" Lex asked.
"Every year except one so far. The neighbours dog ate her planner and all fell apart from there." Gabe chuckled. "It was an interesting Christmas that year!"
Lex smiled and stood. "Well I hope it all goes well. Both for you and her, and the mental health of anyone that gets in her way."
"Thank you Mr Luthor. I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow."