Title: Confusion Is Nothing New
Summary: As the title implies, confusion makes its mark in Smallville starting with Clark and his troubles with his two friends that just happen to be girls. Also pertaining to Lex who's having some troubles of his own.
Authors: Angel of Fate (myself) and Twilight.
Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own any of the characters of Smallville.
Feedback: Always welcomed!
A/N: This is post 'Obscura'…ummm…I don't believe there's much else that you need to know. I guess if you have any questions you can just ask me, and I'll answer (
She heard the deep 'thud' of wood on wood as the old barn door closed behind her, and was frozen to the spot in fear. A moment passed, and another, and then she could feel she was being watched. "Justin?" she asked, voice shaking just like the rest of her. And then an incredible force lifted her off the ground and slammed her into a pillar. She crumpled into the pile of junk below her.
She had to get out. She picked herself up and tried to run, but was lifted high into the air. This time she was dropped, left foot first, into a crate of tools. She felt the bones in her ankle shatter, but she wasn't beaten yet. One last time, she picked herself up and hobbled towards the other door, but it closed just as the reached it and the heavy wooden bolt slid home. She could never open that door in time. She turned away from that door, and headed for the other.
A searing pain to her head and she collapsed to the hay on the barn floor. The last think she heard was the buzz of a chainsaw. He was going to kill her.
"Chloe! Chloe! Are you alright?" It was Clark's voice and Clark's face in front of her as her vision cleared. Just beyond him, Justin lay unconscious under a heap of bards. And then Clark's arms wrapped around her as she started sobbing with relief.
"Chloe! Chloe! Are you awake yet?" Her dad's voice called angrily from the hallway "School only starts in half an hour! I've been calling you for the past ten minutes!"
Chloe rolled over, rubbing a fist into her turquoise eyes. She unwillingly dragged herself from the comfort of the soft blue cotton sheets. Walking over to the closet, she flicked on the bedroom light and quickly chose her favorite jeans and a pink flowered T-shirt. Checking in the bedroom mirror revealed that her light blonde hair, though messy, actually looked good. She grabbed her schoolbag and ran into the kitchen.
Gabe Sullivan, manager at Luthercorp's Smallville extension, was tearing around the kitchen with his tie half-tied and a half-empty cup of coffee in one hand. "Chloe where's my briefcase!?" he shouted at her, then slammed the coffee onto the table and attempted to fix his tie.
Chloe located the briefcase, which was lying open on a wooden chair and spilling papers onto the floor. She stuffed them back in, closed it, and handed it to her father who by then had a passable knot in the tie.
"Well, bye sweetie!" he called, tugging on a pair of worn black dress loafers and disappearing out the front door.
Chloe fought the urge to laugh, forcing her features into a frown. "Luther will have his ass for being late again," she thought to herself. Foregoing breakfast, she locked the house behind her and climbed into her car.
All the way to school one thing was foremost in her mind. Her relationship with Clark consisted right now of the occasional hand-holding, and meeting at the little coffee shops around town. It was going nowhere and Chloe wanted that to change. They would either have to move forward—she smiled dreamily at the thought—or, as much as she liked Clark, the relationship was going to have to end.
She was lucky enough to reach school two minutes before the first bell. She ran up the steps into the main hall and spotted Clark at his locker. With eyes for no one else, she call, "Hey Clark!" When he turned and smiled at her, she began, "We need to—"
"Talk," finished Lana, who had approached from the opposite direction.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That night, Lana had dreamt about the time the swarm of bees attacked the Talon. It had been one of her worst nightmares come true, hiding in the tiny dark space of the supply closet while Clark—God, she'd been afraid for Clark. She still wasn't sure how he'd saved her, but her had. Then she'd realized she liked him, but until she saw him with Chloe she hadn't know how much.
When Whitney's dad died she knew she couldn't explain her change of heart to him just yet. His mother was grieving too, and he had to be there for her—he needed someone to be there for him. And so, she had tried to be loving and supportive even though her feelings for Whitney were fading.
She'd observed the 'couple' for a short time, and their relationship appeared to be at a standstill. So, she decided that she would tell Clark how she felt about him. Before she talked to Whitney because she didn't want to break his heart unless she had to.
She shot Chloe a dismayed look, as Clark looked from one to the other in utter confusion. When Chloe didn't respond immediately, she touched Clark's arm softly, "Clark?" she asked quietly.
Clark seemed to snap out of a trance. "Sure Lana," he said distantly. "Right, after I talk to Chloe, okay?"
Lana felt slightly crushed. "All right," she said, plastering a fake smile on her face. Clark smiled back uncertainly at her, then taking Chloe's hand the two walked off to class.
An arm slipped around Lana's shoulders. "Hey baby," Whitney's voice said in her ear. When she didn't respond, he removed his arm and turned her gently to face him. "Lana?" He slid two fingers under her chin and tilted her gaze to meet his. The look she gave him was completely blank.
Summary: As the title implies, confusion makes its mark in Smallville starting with Clark and his troubles with his two friends that just happen to be girls. Also pertaining to Lex who's having some troubles of his own.
Authors: Angel of Fate (myself) and Twilight.
Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own any of the characters of Smallville.
Feedback: Always welcomed!
A/N: This is post 'Obscura'…ummm…I don't believe there's much else that you need to know. I guess if you have any questions you can just ask me, and I'll answer (
She heard the deep 'thud' of wood on wood as the old barn door closed behind her, and was frozen to the spot in fear. A moment passed, and another, and then she could feel she was being watched. "Justin?" she asked, voice shaking just like the rest of her. And then an incredible force lifted her off the ground and slammed her into a pillar. She crumpled into the pile of junk below her.
She had to get out. She picked herself up and tried to run, but was lifted high into the air. This time she was dropped, left foot first, into a crate of tools. She felt the bones in her ankle shatter, but she wasn't beaten yet. One last time, she picked herself up and hobbled towards the other door, but it closed just as the reached it and the heavy wooden bolt slid home. She could never open that door in time. She turned away from that door, and headed for the other.
A searing pain to her head and she collapsed to the hay on the barn floor. The last think she heard was the buzz of a chainsaw. He was going to kill her.
"Chloe! Chloe! Are you alright?" It was Clark's voice and Clark's face in front of her as her vision cleared. Just beyond him, Justin lay unconscious under a heap of bards. And then Clark's arms wrapped around her as she started sobbing with relief.
"Chloe! Chloe! Are you awake yet?" Her dad's voice called angrily from the hallway "School only starts in half an hour! I've been calling you for the past ten minutes!"
Chloe rolled over, rubbing a fist into her turquoise eyes. She unwillingly dragged herself from the comfort of the soft blue cotton sheets. Walking over to the closet, she flicked on the bedroom light and quickly chose her favorite jeans and a pink flowered T-shirt. Checking in the bedroom mirror revealed that her light blonde hair, though messy, actually looked good. She grabbed her schoolbag and ran into the kitchen.
Gabe Sullivan, manager at Luthercorp's Smallville extension, was tearing around the kitchen with his tie half-tied and a half-empty cup of coffee in one hand. "Chloe where's my briefcase!?" he shouted at her, then slammed the coffee onto the table and attempted to fix his tie.
Chloe located the briefcase, which was lying open on a wooden chair and spilling papers onto the floor. She stuffed them back in, closed it, and handed it to her father who by then had a passable knot in the tie.
"Well, bye sweetie!" he called, tugging on a pair of worn black dress loafers and disappearing out the front door.
Chloe fought the urge to laugh, forcing her features into a frown. "Luther will have his ass for being late again," she thought to herself. Foregoing breakfast, she locked the house behind her and climbed into her car.
All the way to school one thing was foremost in her mind. Her relationship with Clark consisted right now of the occasional hand-holding, and meeting at the little coffee shops around town. It was going nowhere and Chloe wanted that to change. They would either have to move forward—she smiled dreamily at the thought—or, as much as she liked Clark, the relationship was going to have to end.
She was lucky enough to reach school two minutes before the first bell. She ran up the steps into the main hall and spotted Clark at his locker. With eyes for no one else, she call, "Hey Clark!" When he turned and smiled at her, she began, "We need to—"
"Talk," finished Lana, who had approached from the opposite direction.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That night, Lana had dreamt about the time the swarm of bees attacked the Talon. It had been one of her worst nightmares come true, hiding in the tiny dark space of the supply closet while Clark—God, she'd been afraid for Clark. She still wasn't sure how he'd saved her, but her had. Then she'd realized she liked him, but until she saw him with Chloe she hadn't know how much.
When Whitney's dad died she knew she couldn't explain her change of heart to him just yet. His mother was grieving too, and he had to be there for her—he needed someone to be there for him. And so, she had tried to be loving and supportive even though her feelings for Whitney were fading.
She'd observed the 'couple' for a short time, and their relationship appeared to be at a standstill. So, she decided that she would tell Clark how she felt about him. Before she talked to Whitney because she didn't want to break his heart unless she had to.
She shot Chloe a dismayed look, as Clark looked from one to the other in utter confusion. When Chloe didn't respond immediately, she touched Clark's arm softly, "Clark?" she asked quietly.
Clark seemed to snap out of a trance. "Sure Lana," he said distantly. "Right, after I talk to Chloe, okay?"
Lana felt slightly crushed. "All right," she said, plastering a fake smile on her face. Clark smiled back uncertainly at her, then taking Chloe's hand the two walked off to class.
An arm slipped around Lana's shoulders. "Hey baby," Whitney's voice said in her ear. When she didn't respond, he removed his arm and turned her gently to face him. "Lana?" He slid two fingers under her chin and tilted her gaze to meet his. The look she gave him was completely blank.