Beautiful
A/N: Futurefic, set when Chloe's 21 to Lex's 26. (Chlex) Chloe's changed and Lex needs to know why.
Disclaimer: Yes!! They're mine!! All mine!! And I have straight A's in Algebra.
Rating: PG-13, I have a poddy mouth.
Feedback: Very much appreciated. If you are going to reply, I'd like constructive criticism, please. Just don't gloss over everything. A nicer reply isn't necessarily a better one. I want to improve, so please be honest.
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Lex Luthor was home, finally. After years in the rural waste of Smallville, he was glad to be back in Metropolis. As he walked down the filth-laden streets of the city he loved he couldn't help but smile. He had beaten his father and had been able to do so and remain -for the most part, anyway- relatively unscathed.
He glanced sideways at his buddies, friends he had made in college. They were rowdy, rough around the edges, and not sophisticated in any way; his father would be appalled at his choice in companions. The younger Luthor smiled to himself, 'Just another reason to like them.' He thought.
His friends had decided to take him out tonight (their treat, Lex couldn't help but laugh at that one), the catch was they were refusing to tell Lex -just good old A or Alex to them- where exactly it was they were going. It was a sort of present for his twenty-sixth birthday.
Eventually, they came to a dingy-looking building, not too exciting in appearance really. It was a beige color with grungy windows that looked as though they had never once been cleaned. Lex couldn't say he was too impressed with the place he was being taken to. His buddies, noticing the disapproving look that was clearly written on his face, started telling him to "Lighten up, A, just 'cause it's not the best looking place doesn't mean it's bad." and he heard choruses of "C'mon richboy, it's gonna be fun."
'Oh well' He shrugged, 'Too late to back out now.' And with a heavy sigh, (at which he heard his friends mutter not so quietly "Drama Queen.") he pushed open the doors and went inside.
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Chloe looked at herself in the mirror and sighed discontentedly with what reflected back. She had bags under her eyes and she just looked plain unhappy. With a little rest, that would go away of course, but at the thought of a vacation Chloe just rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, the boss would love to give me some time off, because we all know how concerned he is about my health and well-being. And finding money to pay for the vacation would be so easy because of the voluminous amounts of cash I have at home.' She thought to herself and then quickly added, 'because if I was able to afford a vacation, I sure as hell wouldn't be working here.'
"C'mon, blondie, time to go." Chloe looked up from her reflection and simultaneously broke out of her inner musings. She nodded sullenly and walked out of the room.
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As he entered the room, he couldn't help but gasp. A strip club. They had brought him to a fucking strip club. Un-fucking-believable. He started to turn back to the door but his friends blocked his exit. "Nuh- uh. You can't leave just yet. C'mon, what happened to you? You used to love this place." That's right; he did, back during college he used to go here all the time. He had totally forgotten about this place. It just wasn't his style any more. But his friends wouldn't hear it, he had to stay.
"Fine, fine. I'll fucking stay." Lex grumbled as he sat in his old seat. He wasn't too upset about having to stay, I mean, what straight guy would complain about a trip to a strip club?
After a couple of beers, he was really starting to get into it, hooting and chanting along with his buddies. But then he saw something that made him stop. One of the dancers, she looked familiar. He couldn't place her, but he knew her from somewhere. He leaned over and asked one of the guys, Jake, what that dancer's name was. "What for, A? I thought you had a thing for brunettes, anyway."
"Just tell me her name."
"Uhh. Honey, I think is what they said."
"Thanks."
And with that, he strode purposefully away, towards the head of the club's office. He didn't even bother to knock, the man behind the desk knew him well enough that he could just stroll right in. And that's exactly what he did. "Hey, Frank?"
"Lex?" He heard the man say, unbelieving. "A, is that really you?"
He couldn't help but grin at the familiar voice. "Yeah, Frank, it's me. Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
The man's grin dimmed a little at that, but barely. He knew what a favor for a Luthor could get you. "Yeah, sure, A. What is it that you need?"
"One of your dancers, Honey I think her name is, looks familiar, oddly so. I could swear that I've known her, but I just can't place her. Could you tell me her name?"
"Ahhh. She's a feisty one. She's way too good to be working here. Besides the body that you've obviously noticed, and shut your mouth, Al, I know you well enough. I know you didn't ask me for her name just because you thought you might have possibly known her at one point. Anyway, she's quite smart, she could have had a very bright future; how she ended up here is beyond me."
"And her name is.?" Lex was never really the patient type.
The man blushed slightly, he had completely forgotten about Lex's request. "Oh yeah, it's Chloe Sullivan."
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Tell me, please, should I continue?? I'll wait for your feedback until I post again. (That should help get any lurkers out of hiding.)
A/N: Futurefic, set when Chloe's 21 to Lex's 26. (Chlex) Chloe's changed and Lex needs to know why.
Disclaimer: Yes!! They're mine!! All mine!! And I have straight A's in Algebra.
Rating: PG-13, I have a poddy mouth.
Feedback: Very much appreciated. If you are going to reply, I'd like constructive criticism, please. Just don't gloss over everything. A nicer reply isn't necessarily a better one. I want to improve, so please be honest.
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Lex Luthor was home, finally. After years in the rural waste of Smallville, he was glad to be back in Metropolis. As he walked down the filth-laden streets of the city he loved he couldn't help but smile. He had beaten his father and had been able to do so and remain -for the most part, anyway- relatively unscathed.
He glanced sideways at his buddies, friends he had made in college. They were rowdy, rough around the edges, and not sophisticated in any way; his father would be appalled at his choice in companions. The younger Luthor smiled to himself, 'Just another reason to like them.' He thought.
His friends had decided to take him out tonight (their treat, Lex couldn't help but laugh at that one), the catch was they were refusing to tell Lex -just good old A or Alex to them- where exactly it was they were going. It was a sort of present for his twenty-sixth birthday.
Eventually, they came to a dingy-looking building, not too exciting in appearance really. It was a beige color with grungy windows that looked as though they had never once been cleaned. Lex couldn't say he was too impressed with the place he was being taken to. His buddies, noticing the disapproving look that was clearly written on his face, started telling him to "Lighten up, A, just 'cause it's not the best looking place doesn't mean it's bad." and he heard choruses of "C'mon richboy, it's gonna be fun."
'Oh well' He shrugged, 'Too late to back out now.' And with a heavy sigh, (at which he heard his friends mutter not so quietly "Drama Queen.") he pushed open the doors and went inside.
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Chloe looked at herself in the mirror and sighed discontentedly with what reflected back. She had bags under her eyes and she just looked plain unhappy. With a little rest, that would go away of course, but at the thought of a vacation Chloe just rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, the boss would love to give me some time off, because we all know how concerned he is about my health and well-being. And finding money to pay for the vacation would be so easy because of the voluminous amounts of cash I have at home.' She thought to herself and then quickly added, 'because if I was able to afford a vacation, I sure as hell wouldn't be working here.'
"C'mon, blondie, time to go." Chloe looked up from her reflection and simultaneously broke out of her inner musings. She nodded sullenly and walked out of the room.
*******
As he entered the room, he couldn't help but gasp. A strip club. They had brought him to a fucking strip club. Un-fucking-believable. He started to turn back to the door but his friends blocked his exit. "Nuh- uh. You can't leave just yet. C'mon, what happened to you? You used to love this place." That's right; he did, back during college he used to go here all the time. He had totally forgotten about this place. It just wasn't his style any more. But his friends wouldn't hear it, he had to stay.
"Fine, fine. I'll fucking stay." Lex grumbled as he sat in his old seat. He wasn't too upset about having to stay, I mean, what straight guy would complain about a trip to a strip club?
After a couple of beers, he was really starting to get into it, hooting and chanting along with his buddies. But then he saw something that made him stop. One of the dancers, she looked familiar. He couldn't place her, but he knew her from somewhere. He leaned over and asked one of the guys, Jake, what that dancer's name was. "What for, A? I thought you had a thing for brunettes, anyway."
"Just tell me her name."
"Uhh. Honey, I think is what they said."
"Thanks."
And with that, he strode purposefully away, towards the head of the club's office. He didn't even bother to knock, the man behind the desk knew him well enough that he could just stroll right in. And that's exactly what he did. "Hey, Frank?"
"Lex?" He heard the man say, unbelieving. "A, is that really you?"
He couldn't help but grin at the familiar voice. "Yeah, Frank, it's me. Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
The man's grin dimmed a little at that, but barely. He knew what a favor for a Luthor could get you. "Yeah, sure, A. What is it that you need?"
"One of your dancers, Honey I think her name is, looks familiar, oddly so. I could swear that I've known her, but I just can't place her. Could you tell me her name?"
"Ahhh. She's a feisty one. She's way too good to be working here. Besides the body that you've obviously noticed, and shut your mouth, Al, I know you well enough. I know you didn't ask me for her name just because you thought you might have possibly known her at one point. Anyway, she's quite smart, she could have had a very bright future; how she ended up here is beyond me."
"And her name is.?" Lex was never really the patient type.
The man blushed slightly, he had completely forgotten about Lex's request. "Oh yeah, it's Chloe Sullivan."
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Tell me, please, should I continue?? I'll wait for your feedback until I post again. (That should help get any lurkers out of hiding.)