Trust
She said he was the last man in the world she would ever trust. Now he was the only one left to save her.
three years earlier.............
The rain whipped and lashed at the window pane, the wind howled loudly drowning out the sound of sirens and honks of the world outside the building.
The blonde shook only with rage and refused to acknowledge that smirk on his face that the very thought that she was alone with him shook her more then the rage ever would.
"Trust Miss Sullivan is a very hard thing to come about in the real world. However the word trust is bounded around with such ease it makes it all ironic doesn't it" the smirk and the air of confidence had been bred in to him.
She wanted to laugh that even in the womb he probably was this self confident.
"I would love to point out that from a man like it's rather funny you can even say the word" she snapped causing that smirk to grow, his chin dip slightly as though he agreed with her.
"But you won't" he offered as she clenched her fists and forced herself to count to five before letting out a shaky breath.
"Because your definition of trust and mine are two different things" she snapped and he chuckled before digging his hands into his pockets.
"I would have to disagree; maybe back in Smallville it might have but now, in the real world" he tilted his head to stare at her while she swallowed and forced back the whimper.
"In the real world we both know trust works both ways; you trust someone and they trust you. Anything is just a copy… a mockery of what that word means" he admits stepping closer forcing her backwards.
It was their dance and they would be damned if they hadn't perfected it.
"Then I guess you're trying really hard to find trust" she snipped proud that she could hit low without fearing he would hurt her. Because she was protected… no.
Because she would be saved… no.
Because he had hurt her in ways no else could have… yes.
"Just like you" he pointed out narrowing his eyes with each word.
"Miss Sullivan trust me when I say I'm trying to help you here; you've already made so many enemies" he stated and she had to laugh now.
She laughed at the thought of trusting him or that he wanted to help her, either way it was funny to her.
"I believed you before Mr. Luthor but like any girl I learnt to grow up and know that I could never trust you" she spat as her words stiffened his spine and harden his face.
"I warned you" "I didn't need you to warn me… I don't need you to ever speak to me again" she ordered and he smirked before strolling past her.
His stride perfect and calm even when she flinched away from him and the evil she knew to be within him.
"Trust Miss Sullivan you are going to need my help again; when you do please remember what I said about the real meaning of trust" he stated as he stood by the door watching as that emotionless mask drifted back over her youthful face.
"You're the last man I would ever trust Mr. Luthor… and when the day comes you understand please remember the real meaning of rot in hell" she imparted as though simply reminding him it was raining out side. With one last smirk he turned and left her to her world.
Three years later…
The rain slithered down his window pane with patterns and connections that on a good day he would piece together and map out before the next drop hit the wind.
The howl of the wind blocked out the approach of the car but it could not stop the sound of his door opening nor her sharp intake of breath when she saw the devil he had become.
"Miss Sullivan" he greeted turning to stare at the blonde woman who had once upon a time reminded of the innocence of youth he never truly had.
Now she reminded him that the world was harsh, unjust and draining. The bags under her eyes and the jerky reflex that she attempted to hide but not to those who understood you could never stop moving lest you get hit.
"Mr Luthor" she greeted in that same cold manner she had done so upon their last meeting, proving that he was nothing more threatening then some stray dog.
"I was under the impression that you had parted ways with the Daily Planet and had yet to find a new job" he said smoothly as she nodded, the bright eyes always looking for the new story was now looking for exits, weapons and threats.
"Then it's not a interview your after; what is it that you want Miss Sullivan" he questioned slowly not missing each and every emotion playing across her soft face.
"Your help" she told him with no hint of embarrassment, fear nor hope.
"If I remember correctly I would be the last man you would trust let alone want help from" he reminded with a smirk which fell the moment she returned no irk, no irritation.
"You are the last man I trust with my life and it isn't me I want you to help" she admitted licking her dry lips. He didn't miss the way her hand darted to her concealed stomach nor the way that her face relaxed for the briefest of moments when she smoothed the material of her shirt over the small swell of her stomach.
"I trust you with his life and he needs your help" she declared meeting his cool gaze with one that had been honed from years of staring one demon or another in the face.
"What is in it for me Miss Sullivan" he demanded not willing to let his interest show nor his fear at having something as innocent as a child rely on his help.
Even if it was her child.
"Your father" she replied so bluntly and so serious that he held his chuckle back for only a second, but it soon died on his lips when he didn't see the response he expected in her face.
"My father is dead Miss Sullivan, now if that is it I'm sure one of your friends will help you with your child" he wanted to scream and hurt her but the words flowed from his lips coolly and without emotion ever attached to them.
"What Luthor male knew when to just stay dead" she questioned and it made him pause, made him reconsider.
Lionel Luthor died… he was sure, he saw the blood and he saw the body being carried away. Lionel's money however had bought the autopsy and it was Lionel's money not his that bride them to let him watch as the coffin holding his father's body was burnt.
Lionel's money and his power not Lex's and now it returned to be his worst nightmare.
"Five months ago I got sick and was sent to a specialist; one I didn't know was once on the payroll of Lionel. Two months ago, after I discovered who the doctor was I had the weirdest dream about him. I thought it was just that a nightmare because your father was there" she said softly as though the words would bring the walls tumbling down.
With a dry tight smile Chloe tilted her head to the side lowering her larger then life eyes to the ground.
"I did several tests… and if they didn't convince me I was pregnant then this surly did" she muttered retrieving a phone from her pocket and tossing it onto the desk as though she knew he would never take it from her hands.
Eyeing the object for several moments he lifted it, it was another several moments before he scrolled through the menu and selected voicemail.
"Put it on speaker phone" she asked softly now running her hands over her stomach while her eyes focused on some past ghost.
Not even acknowledging her he set about listening to the message before allowing the speaker phone blare to life in the ever smaller room.
........'Miss Sullivan.
How very nice to be able to speak to you again… more like having you fear me once more.
Don't fear about one thing though your years spent in Smallville has not given you the power to talk to the dead and even if that was so I would not waste what energy I had to contact you from the grave.
No I'm very much alive and I assure you it isn't for the pure reason I like hearing my own voice alone that I'm calling you.
You must have wondered why a doctor who had been on my payroll suddenly popped up in your life and then suddenly your dreams have no doubt taken a more stranger twist then usual.
From the several pregnancy tests you bought you must know by now that they weren't dreams; I didn't want you to completely forgot your night tests.
You are no doubt questioning why I haven't kidnapped you instead of telling you all this; for two reasons.
First knowing you so well Miss Sullivan I know that you would never rid yourself of such an innocent creature that is now growing inside of you. It does wonders to the ego when you know people then they know themselves.
For a full minute silence cascaded on them, engulfing them in their own world of lies and threats.
'secondly Miss Sullivan I know my son would never willingly allow anything happen to his unborn son; even to spit me he would still protect his unborn child. Of course there is no way for you to clear that little matter up you should know me well enough by now that it wouldn't be beyond me to do such a thing.
Until I deem fit to speak to you again take care of my grandson'.
She didn't need to look at him to know he was torn between shock and haterage, she had stood there with the same expression for several hours.
"You can't expect me to believe that is my child your carrying even after that message" he demanded ready for any indigent reply she had waiting for him. Instead he found a wry smile and an emotionless mask.
"I know 99% for sure that every word he ever said or says is a lie" she admits and he can't help the smirk.
"And that 1% miss Sullivan" he has to ask, has to claw back some semi balance of their relationship.
A jerk of her head and of her lips she stares him head on, hand clutching her stomach proving even by 1% it was still her child.
"Reasonable doubt… every word he ever said or says might be a lie but he was right I do know him and he likes to surprise people at the eleventh hour" she admits and that dry chuckle does nothing to lower her arms.
"How will you give me my father Miss Sullivan if I choose to help you" he questions in the tone of a business man he learned long ago to embrace and follow.
"Help my son Mr Luthor… your helping him not me; and your father what ever his plans are revolve around my child being born" she declared both knowing the heavy use of 'my' was a way to put in their minds what this all meant.
She didn't trust him.
He wasn't going to be a father.
"You were wrong; I'm not the last man for you to trust" he muses though not his father he was still a Luthor and a Luthor was never wrong.
"I didn't make myself clear… I wasn't wrong; I don't trust you… not with my life but I do trust you with his life. I don't care what happens to me after my son is born, I don't want your help in sparing my life Mr. Luthor. He needs your help in sparing his" she stated that emotionless mask in place.
"Trust… it's a funny little thing isn't it Miss Sullivan" he muses already accepting the fact that in the end he never could help her.
He lost that trust when he left her.
This may have a follow I'm not too sure right now.