I'm back...for now.
Chloe visibly flinched as a plate flew through the air and shattered mere inches away from her head. "Thank you for that, Clark." She stated wryly, crossing her arms tiredly and limping away, ignoring the fragments of china littered across the expensive wooden floors. Clark blushed deeply, going super-speed and picking up the trash in the blink of an eye.
"Sorry, I was practicing." In her apartment, of course, throwing the plates and attempting to cause them to explode using heat vision. It took less than an instant for her to realize that he was using her china...lovely. She knew that he had been watching the two of them in Lex's limo, going at in like horny high schoolers. Offhand, passive-agressive confrontation was the only thing that seemed to ease the sting of disproval.
"I know your upset...disappointed, but Clark, that's no reason to take your anger out on my possessions." She warned him, knowing the sullen pretty-boy grimace that graced his face all too well. Sometimes it was a disadvantage to be so well-acquainted with another, making it entirely impossible to not believe ill conceived lies they concocted as a way to protect you.
"I'm not upset." He replied almost convincingly, but for all the reasons listed above she could not believe this brave admission. "You and Lex...are pretty good together. He treats you...well, and both of you are trying to take on the world." She nodded, not in agreement but just to signify that she was paying attention. He continued, nonetheless, "Though you use the phrase metaphorically, while Lex is...Lex. He won't stop until he controls everything, and everyone." This scathing comment bruised her, the pain sharpened by his pointed glare.
She smiled without any sort of amusement, "That may be so, but you should know that he's never going to control me." She stated boldly, believing every last word with every fiber in her being.
"That won't stop him from trying, now, will it?" rhetoric question, but she answered it nonetheless.
"He can try all he wants, but when I'm resolved it's pretty hard to break me. You're basically the only thing I ever gave up on, romantically, of course." She stuttered, avoiding eye contact as his own glowing orbs pierced hers. "Too busy being madly in love with Ms. Lang, a trait many of my consorts seem to share." She said reminiscently, ignoring Clark's look of blatant alarm.
"I just don't think he's good enough for you, is all. I know that he loves you, but sometimes it takes more than that to make something work." The irony was not lost on Chloe, she had similar thoughts concerning Lana and Clark in the early and later years.
The pair maintained their distance, though eye contact seemed to make them seem nearly on top of each other. "Don't worry, Clark, I don't need a superman right now, if it works it works if not..." She trailed off purposefully, wondering what would happen if the two went their separate ways, it was not in Lex's character to simply forget her, though he did his best with Lana.
"Okay, but I don't trust him," to state the obvious. "I'll be keeping an eye on you," he promised, taking a running start before soaring out of her gaping skylight, Lex had done more than a few improvements to the place. "And sorry about the plates!" He shouted, his voice barely tangible.
Chloe looked up at his retreating figure and sighed, collapsing onto her couch with total exhaustion. "Show off," she muttered, pressing her palm to her forehead to fight the growing headache.
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Lana looked utterly confused, but gorgeously so. Her professionally trimmed chocolate hair framed her beautiful almond shaped eyes, which peered around the office in confusion, fixing on an individual flour particle that drifted slowly to the ground with more attention than necessary. Clark would have super-sped away, but his alarm delayed his reaction. She looked the part of a model/ingenue, her modest clothing draped over a nearly perfect figure.
"Lana?" Chloe was no good at concealing her shock and entirely negative reaction to her appearance. "What the hell are you doing here?" The girl blushed deeply, lifting a manicured hand to cover her cheeks embarrassedly.
Even her deer-in-the-headlights expression portrayed the utmost beauty, something that annoyed and incurred jealousy from Chloe. "I'm sorry, I just got in from Paris a few days ago and I was reading the newspaper." She stated obtusely, her eyes falling on Clark and turning away quickly. "I think that we should talk."
Chloe frowned slightly before speaking, "and what was it that we were doing before?" She asked, appreciated the 'cough' that came from Clark immediately. Lane glanced toward him briefly, before staring at the object of her address pleadingly.
"Alone?" Clark took the not-so-subtle hint and paced toward the door, taking the remnants of a stress ball along with him. He smiled encouragingly at Chloe and fought a scowl as he brushed past Lana.
"Rather bristly, isn't he?" The model commented the moment the door was closed, though Chloe did not feel secure. He could be listening without even troubling himself, perhaps in his own office and still observing their conversation.
"Well, you showing up was unexpected." To say the least, but she kept that last thought to herself. "i haven't seen you in a long time, would a phone call have killed you?" Lana gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes without pretense.
"You weren't exactly fighting to keep our friendship afloat, now, were you? You made your choice with Clark, and I can understand that, you always had a thing for him, and now I can see that it's not one-sided anymore." Lana informed her angrily, refusing to take note of Chloe's confusion.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked to no avail, this was not the reason for Lana's 'visit.'
"I'm not here to argue with you about all of this, we're getting older, Chloe, these high school shenanigans are pointless." Oh, so she was taking the higher ground now?
Chloe's eyebrows disappeared into her blond bangs, her eyes widening in surprise. "I'm the one who's engaging in these 'high school shenanigans', please, Lana, you're the queen of over dramatic games. Your entire 'will they-won't they?' thing got old after like one year, and you were the one who played it out until there was no chance that the two of you would ever even be friends again. And after all of that, you pounce on Clark's ex-friend right after you break up? If anyone needs maturing, it's you." She snarled mercilessly.
Lana gaped at her and Chloe wondered why her tongue didn't just flop out and roll onto the ground, just like in the cartoons. "I...I..." She stuttered, and Chloe gave her the chance to retaliate. "All of this, this was messed up. It shouldn't have went the way it did, but it did. I can't go back in time." She pleaded, and the reporter was disappointed. She had expected something a bit more convincing.
"I'm not going to pretend that this is a happy reunion, so just cut to the chase and explain why it is that you've found it fit to appear out of no where and intrude on my life, yet again." She knew how harsh this was, and that Lana did not necessarily deserve such treatment, but her bad mood had managed to ripple past her uncaring demeanor and into years of bitterness.
Lana understood this, and humbled herself just a bit. "I've heard about you and Lex, Chloe. Or, at least what used to be you and Lex." She plucked at her necklace nervously, biting her bottom lip, silently debating whether or not she should speak. The lack of interruption seemed to signify that Chloe cared not if she continued. "He's...not good. I know, I know, it sounds incredibly moronic and you already know that, but there's more to it than that."
Chloe finally decided to speak, her eyebrows knitted together. "What are you saying? You should know better than anyone else that I'm not at the sidelines with an orange foam finger, waving him on. He's not the president, he's a dictator." None of this seemed to affect Lana.
"There's more to it than you think, you've got to know by now that he wants to take over the world." The blatant stare was all the answer that was necessary. "But he doesn't just want that...he wants to destroy it." And the sound of a heavy fall in the room over along with the stare of placid terror seemed to be all that was necessary to illustrate her point. That Lana always had a penchant for the dramatic.
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