Title: A New Look
Rating: PG-13
Couple: Clark/Chloe
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Summary: Over a year in Smallville High, Clark and friends head to a party thrown by Lex Luthor. New feelings revealed at an otherwise insignificant party.
Clark woke up in a cold sweat again; third time this week. Slowly peering around, he was back in his quaint little bedroom. Concentrating as hard as he could, he still couldn't remember the dream. He got up and crept silently to his fortress of solitude. Even if the dream was over, sleep wasn't going to grace him again that night. One of the upsides of having super powers though was the fact that he didn't really need to sleep anyway.
Although some would say his telescope was for watching things a little closer to earth, Clark did love stargazing. Staring in the heavens he couldn't help but wonder about himself. Where did he come from? Could he see it and not even know? Question upon question haunted him. Once again he was forced to settle with staring into the black, pin holed sky. His past didn't matter; he lived here now. This place was his home, and it always would be.
Dawn broke over Smallville, warming and waking the sleeping Kents. Martha was first up, dressing and then heading to her son's room. He may be 15, but he still needed his mother to wake him up every morning. Opening the door, she looked at her son sleeping soundly in his recently rebuilt bed. "Let's go Clark, those chores aren't going to get done on their own."
"I'm up, just gimme a minute," he answered back. Clark waited for his mother to leave before getting out of his covers. Somehow, he had forgotten to get back in his pajamas before zipping back into his bedroom to look asleep. Not that he didn't think his mother would understand waking up after a bad dream, but she would have simply told him to try to go back to sleep. Sleep, though, wasn't merciful on Clark.
With no one else up as early as himself, Clark was able to do his chores in the most minimal of time without fear of exposure. With plenty of time, Clark was able to plop down for breakfast and enjoy the piles of pancakes prepared for the start to another day. Enjoying breakfast, though, time seemed to move more quickly, and once again, Clark was forced to walk to school. Not that it took long, but his absence on the bus seemed to ignite a running bet against him.
Faster than a speeding bullet, Clark wound his way through cornfields and roads. To a normal human, the trip would have been just a blur and ended. For Clark, though, it was no different than a normal walk, giving him time to take in the beauty of the day. He zipped past Lana's house, giving only a quick look to the knowingly empty home. He jogged past Chloe Sullivan's home, watching a sight completely out of the ordinary. It seemed Clark wasn't the only one to miss the bus today; Chloe was drearily trudging out of her house, beginning to walk toward Smallville High. Without a second thought, Clark returned to normal speed, and crept up behind Chloe.
"Well, well, well, never thought I'd see the day that Chloe Sullivan would be late for first hour."
"Clark! I take it you missed the bus again. I sorta overslept. Wanna walk me to school; you can keep all the Smallville freaks from pouncing on my unsuspecting self?"
"I guess I could arrange that, but it's gonna cost you," Clark replied smiling.
"Name it," Chloe said knowingly.
"There's a party going on at Lex's this weekend, I may need a fashion consultant."
"I'll try to take the time out of my busy schedule and see what I can do," she said with a mock professional look. "I know you gotta look good for little Miss Lana."
"You and Pete are never going to let me live that down are you?"
"Let you live down having an obsession with the most unattainable person in Smallville for over a year? Nope, not gonna happen," she said with a smirk.
"Oh, c'mon. It was just a little crush, I'm over her."
"Yeah, but we got so good at making fun of your crush, we need something to take it's place in our jokes," she said trying to make a serious face, but failing miserably.
"I'm so glad you two are my friends, I'd hate to see what how you treat the people you don't like."
Continuing to chat, the duo finally reached the school, only 5 minutes late. Given tardy slips and stern looks from their teachers, Clark and Chloe went to their seats to forge through the rest of the day. Lunchtime, a trio of depressed looking students sat down together.
"Clark man, this is like the hundredth time you've been tardy, I'm surprised your parents haven't killed you yet."
"Don't worry Pete, I'm sure they'll understand that I was delayed by the chores they gave to me."
"Still, not enough that you're late everyday, but now you got Chloe too. I hope I'm not next," he added with a grin.
"If only I could blame this one on Clark, Petey. I must've unplugged my alarm clock last night, just didn't get out of bed."
"Anyway, you two going to Lex's tomorrow?" Pete asked.
"Yeah, Lex told me he was gonna call off the party if I didn't show up," Clark said grinning. "He said I needed to get out more."
"What about you Clo?"
"I wouldn't feel right leaving you two unsupervised. Lex doesn't know what he's getting into inviting to both of you."
Kent Residence, later that day.
Looking exhausted, Clark laid on his bed, giving up on choosing an outfit. Chloe had been ravenous, tearing through everything Clark owned, looking for the perfect semi-formal attire. Unrelenting, she made him change again and again, each outfit having something, Clark couldn't figure it out, wrong with it.
"Here Clo, I'll just lay here, you can just put the clothes you like on top of me. I'm tired of changing."
"Clark Kent, I never knew you to be one to give up so easily, I only have a few more ideas left anyway." Noticing his pleading look, she caved. "Alright, but if you don't like the outfit, I can no longer be held responsible."
With that, she resumed sorting through heaps of shirts and dress pants. Periodically, throwing clothes on Clarks unmoving frame, each combination missing something. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something she couldn't place. After what seemed like hours (it really was) Chloe had come up with what she thought to be the best outfit possible with her limited resources: A red silk button up shirt, somewhat tight to show off those farmer muscles, and light navy pants to top it off.
"There you go. My work here is done."
"Thanks a million Clo. What would I do without you?" Clark said looking helpless.
"You'd probably be wearing flannel," she said still looking at the outfit. "Well, I think I'd better get home, still gotta pick out what I'm gonna wear. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, do you want me to pick you up?"
"No, my dad has to talk to Lex, so he's driving."
"All right then, see ya." Chloe waved and left. Clark super-speedily cleaned up the mess of clothes and headed downstairs to catch a little tv before bed.
At the Party
Clark had spent the last 15 minutes avoiding the dance floor, waiting for his friends to arrive. Seeing Clark standing in a corner, Lex made a point to head straight for him and practically push him in front of a few girls. Giving in to light conversation, Clark still was far away from the group. He was ready to go back to his corner when the most beautiful specimen he had ever seen walked through the front doors. Not wearing an extravagant dress, or dolled up in make-up, the girl looked at him and sheepishly hurried toward him. Clark's breath caught in his throat when he recognized the figure heading toward him with rosy cheeks.
TBC………
Well that's about it for now, I'll most likely have the rest up by the weekend's end (I can't write during the crazy school filled days.) Tell me what you think so far.. (
Rating: PG-13
Couple: Clark/Chloe
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Summary: Over a year in Smallville High, Clark and friends head to a party thrown by Lex Luthor. New feelings revealed at an otherwise insignificant party.
Clark woke up in a cold sweat again; third time this week. Slowly peering around, he was back in his quaint little bedroom. Concentrating as hard as he could, he still couldn't remember the dream. He got up and crept silently to his fortress of solitude. Even if the dream was over, sleep wasn't going to grace him again that night. One of the upsides of having super powers though was the fact that he didn't really need to sleep anyway.
Although some would say his telescope was for watching things a little closer to earth, Clark did love stargazing. Staring in the heavens he couldn't help but wonder about himself. Where did he come from? Could he see it and not even know? Question upon question haunted him. Once again he was forced to settle with staring into the black, pin holed sky. His past didn't matter; he lived here now. This place was his home, and it always would be.
Dawn broke over Smallville, warming and waking the sleeping Kents. Martha was first up, dressing and then heading to her son's room. He may be 15, but he still needed his mother to wake him up every morning. Opening the door, she looked at her son sleeping soundly in his recently rebuilt bed. "Let's go Clark, those chores aren't going to get done on their own."
"I'm up, just gimme a minute," he answered back. Clark waited for his mother to leave before getting out of his covers. Somehow, he had forgotten to get back in his pajamas before zipping back into his bedroom to look asleep. Not that he didn't think his mother would understand waking up after a bad dream, but she would have simply told him to try to go back to sleep. Sleep, though, wasn't merciful on Clark.
With no one else up as early as himself, Clark was able to do his chores in the most minimal of time without fear of exposure. With plenty of time, Clark was able to plop down for breakfast and enjoy the piles of pancakes prepared for the start to another day. Enjoying breakfast, though, time seemed to move more quickly, and once again, Clark was forced to walk to school. Not that it took long, but his absence on the bus seemed to ignite a running bet against him.
Faster than a speeding bullet, Clark wound his way through cornfields and roads. To a normal human, the trip would have been just a blur and ended. For Clark, though, it was no different than a normal walk, giving him time to take in the beauty of the day. He zipped past Lana's house, giving only a quick look to the knowingly empty home. He jogged past Chloe Sullivan's home, watching a sight completely out of the ordinary. It seemed Clark wasn't the only one to miss the bus today; Chloe was drearily trudging out of her house, beginning to walk toward Smallville High. Without a second thought, Clark returned to normal speed, and crept up behind Chloe.
"Well, well, well, never thought I'd see the day that Chloe Sullivan would be late for first hour."
"Clark! I take it you missed the bus again. I sorta overslept. Wanna walk me to school; you can keep all the Smallville freaks from pouncing on my unsuspecting self?"
"I guess I could arrange that, but it's gonna cost you," Clark replied smiling.
"Name it," Chloe said knowingly.
"There's a party going on at Lex's this weekend, I may need a fashion consultant."
"I'll try to take the time out of my busy schedule and see what I can do," she said with a mock professional look. "I know you gotta look good for little Miss Lana."
"You and Pete are never going to let me live that down are you?"
"Let you live down having an obsession with the most unattainable person in Smallville for over a year? Nope, not gonna happen," she said with a smirk.
"Oh, c'mon. It was just a little crush, I'm over her."
"Yeah, but we got so good at making fun of your crush, we need something to take it's place in our jokes," she said trying to make a serious face, but failing miserably.
"I'm so glad you two are my friends, I'd hate to see what how you treat the people you don't like."
Continuing to chat, the duo finally reached the school, only 5 minutes late. Given tardy slips and stern looks from their teachers, Clark and Chloe went to their seats to forge through the rest of the day. Lunchtime, a trio of depressed looking students sat down together.
"Clark man, this is like the hundredth time you've been tardy, I'm surprised your parents haven't killed you yet."
"Don't worry Pete, I'm sure they'll understand that I was delayed by the chores they gave to me."
"Still, not enough that you're late everyday, but now you got Chloe too. I hope I'm not next," he added with a grin.
"If only I could blame this one on Clark, Petey. I must've unplugged my alarm clock last night, just didn't get out of bed."
"Anyway, you two going to Lex's tomorrow?" Pete asked.
"Yeah, Lex told me he was gonna call off the party if I didn't show up," Clark said grinning. "He said I needed to get out more."
"What about you Clo?"
"I wouldn't feel right leaving you two unsupervised. Lex doesn't know what he's getting into inviting to both of you."
Kent Residence, later that day.
Looking exhausted, Clark laid on his bed, giving up on choosing an outfit. Chloe had been ravenous, tearing through everything Clark owned, looking for the perfect semi-formal attire. Unrelenting, she made him change again and again, each outfit having something, Clark couldn't figure it out, wrong with it.
"Here Clo, I'll just lay here, you can just put the clothes you like on top of me. I'm tired of changing."
"Clark Kent, I never knew you to be one to give up so easily, I only have a few more ideas left anyway." Noticing his pleading look, she caved. "Alright, but if you don't like the outfit, I can no longer be held responsible."
With that, she resumed sorting through heaps of shirts and dress pants. Periodically, throwing clothes on Clarks unmoving frame, each combination missing something. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something she couldn't place. After what seemed like hours (it really was) Chloe had come up with what she thought to be the best outfit possible with her limited resources: A red silk button up shirt, somewhat tight to show off those farmer muscles, and light navy pants to top it off.
"There you go. My work here is done."
"Thanks a million Clo. What would I do without you?" Clark said looking helpless.
"You'd probably be wearing flannel," she said still looking at the outfit. "Well, I think I'd better get home, still gotta pick out what I'm gonna wear. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, do you want me to pick you up?"
"No, my dad has to talk to Lex, so he's driving."
"All right then, see ya." Chloe waved and left. Clark super-speedily cleaned up the mess of clothes and headed downstairs to catch a little tv before bed.
At the Party
Clark had spent the last 15 minutes avoiding the dance floor, waiting for his friends to arrive. Seeing Clark standing in a corner, Lex made a point to head straight for him and practically push him in front of a few girls. Giving in to light conversation, Clark still was far away from the group. He was ready to go back to his corner when the most beautiful specimen he had ever seen walked through the front doors. Not wearing an extravagant dress, or dolled up in make-up, the girl looked at him and sheepishly hurried toward him. Clark's breath caught in his throat when he recognized the figure heading toward him with rosy cheeks.
TBC………
Well that's about it for now, I'll most likely have the rest up by the weekend's end (I can't write during the crazy school filled days.) Tell me what you think so far.. (