Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. Chloe owns me...*sigh*...
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Right, so this is probably gonna end up being real confusing for you. I specified who's who, which get a little annoying, considering it was annoying having to do it, but if I could deal, so can you.
In the parts with just Lana and Chloe talking, it goes by who's actually in there, not by who's body.
Good luck figuring it out!
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"So, you're me and I'm you."
"Yeah," Chloe nodded.
"How did that happen?"
"Well, the only thing I can think of is that freak storm last night. I was holding a meteor rock in my hand when it happened."
"But why...?"
"Yeah, I was thinking it was a weird effect too," Chloe said, holding up a packet of papers. "But then I found this. They were messing around with a Ouija board. You know, 'send me a sign, send me a sign?'"
Lana nodded. "Yeah?"
"There are stories all over the 'net about things actually happening from that kind of stuff, but nothing like this."
"Then why us? Why now?"
"This is Smallville. I had a meteor rock in my hand."
Neither of them said anything for a while.
Finally, Lana spoke. "So, what do we do now?"
Chloe smiled. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to have some fun with it for the time being."
Lana's eyes narrowed slightly. "What kind of fun?"
"Clark wants you. I want Clark. But now I'm you, which means Clark wants me."
"Whitney..."
"...Doesn't have to know anything," Chloe finished for her. "And if I mess up things with you and Whitney, then you can...tell Pete I have a thing for him or something, I don't know."
Lana grinned devilishly. "I have a better idea."
Chloe swallowed hard and said, "I don't like that look. What are you plotting in that ex-cheerleader brain of yours, Lang?"
"If Clark wants me, like you say...maybe I can make him want me in a different body. And when we find a way to switch back..."
"...Clark will still want me," Chloe finished with a grin. "You're a genius, Lana Lang!" She paused for a second. "God, I never thought I'd say that."
She slipped off her sweatshirt. "Now, you're me, so you have to at least carry this. I barely got past Nell with the hood on."
"Right. And I have to find something good to wear. You have to look good for Clark, after all," Lana teased.
"Let's just do it," Chloe said impatiently.
"Not anxious, are y--"
"Come on!"
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Clark glanced towards the main doors of the school as they swung open-and did a double take.
Chloe (who was really Lana) and Lana (who was really Chloe) were walking down the hall side by side. That was strange enough in itself.
But Chloe (who was really Lana) looked hot.
Really hot.
He blinked rapidly, trying to process what he was seeing.
Chloe (who was really Lana) and Lana (who was really Chloe) walked in together, and Chloe (who was really Lana) looked so amazing that he hadn't even given Lana (who was really Chloe) a second glance.
"You like?" Chloe (who was really Lana) asked playfully as the two girls reached him, in obvious retaliation to the fact that his jaw was on the floor.
"It's...different," he said slowly, looking her over carefully.
Chloe (who was really Lana) was decked in a silk rose-patterned shirt that was low-cut and not leaving much to imagination. Her bottom half was concealed by a long black skirt that skimmed the floor, with a slit all the way up the right side.
Very sexy, in a very Chloeesque sort of way.
And was she actually wearing makeup?
"Damn, Chloe," Pete said, looking her up and down as he joined the other three. "What's the occasion?"
"Umm...Pete, I need to talk to you for a second," Lana (who was really Chloe) said, pulling him away before Chloe (who was really Lana) could answer.
"What's up?" he said as they stopped a little ways down the hall from Clark and Chloe (who was really Lana.
"Nothing," Lana (who was really Chloe) answered. "I'm just thinking we should leave Clark and Chloe alone right about now."
He turned and caught the look on Clark's face. "Oh," he said quietly, and his face clouded over.
Out of curiousity, Lana (who was really Chloe) asked, "What do you think of her?"
"She's beautiful."
Then it hit her. Pete's infection with the Nicodemus flower. It hit her like a ton of bricks. He'd touched her face gently and told her she was beautiful-before he took off to make an attempt on Lex's life.
She swallowed and then just spit it out quickly. "You like Chloe, don't you?"
"Wh-what do y-you mean?" he stuttered.
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"You like it?" Chloe (who was really Lana) repeated.
"You look...wow," Clark said, at a loss for words.
"I'll take your excessive lack of articulateness to be a good sign," she said, mentally applauding herself on being convincing.
Clark visibly relaxed. "Good to see you've only changed on the outside, Chloe."
"Would it be such a bad thing if I'd changed on the inside too?" She cocked an eyebrow and tried hard not to laugh at her own words.
Lana (who was really Chloe) reached them again before he could answer. "La-- Chloe, I need to talk to you."
"Busy."
"It's urgent," Lana (who was really Chloe) insisted, and pulled the other girl away.
"What?" she hissed. "I'm trying to help you out here, you know."
"Another love-struck and all-around hormonal teenage boy may be running interference," Chloe said, glancing towards Pete, who was now back over by Clark.
"Yeah, Pete has a crush on you. I know."
"You do?"
"Yes. It's pretty obvious."
"How obvious?"
"About as obvious as your feelings for Clark."
"That bad?"
Lana nodded.
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"So...uh..." Pete waffled, hoping to get Clark to comment on Chloe's (who was really Lana) sudden change of image first.
"Wow."
"Yeah, just what I was thinking."
The two boys glanced at each other, and a silent understanding passed between them.
Pete, he knew Chloe was beautiful, he'd known since he first laid eyes on her. But nothing was meant to happen, because she only had eyes for Clark.
Clark was finally waking up, he'd opened his eyes and he was seeing Chloe (who was really Lana), really seeing her, for the first time.
Nontheless, he was quite taken with her.
They were clear on where they stood, their positions were solid.
For Clark, it was a strange sensation. Chloe was his best friend. She wasn't even a girl really, she was just...Chloe. She was like a sister to him. It just felt wrong.
But it was still there.
Pete was extremely disappointed. He knew now that any chance he might have had in the past had just vaporized. He couldn't compete with Clark, especially not in Chloe's eyes. He'd always known that, but now Clark was starting to see how amazing she really was. He didn't have a chance in hell.
The two friends stood silently together, watching the object of both of their affections (who they both thought was Chloe, but was really Lana) talking animatedly down the hall.
Pete was the first to speak. "She's amazing."
"Duly noted."
They glanced at each other again, and they both laughed.
"So, it would appear that we both like the same girl," Pete said.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Hope she makes you happy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Clark, when are you going to wake up?" Pete turned to face him. "That girl over there is crazy about you. She's been waiting in the shadows for years, just hoping you'd notice her. But you were too busy drooling over Lana."
"You're not serious." It was a question.
"I'm dead serious. She trusted me with it. I understood."
"You understood." Another disguised question.
"Yeah, because I was going through the same thing with her."
Clark didn't say anything for a long while, only stared silently at Chloe (who was really Lana).
"But you're really serious."
"Yes!"
Clark turned and headed towards Lana (who was really Chloe) and Chloe (who was really Lana).
"Chloe."
Both girls turned and said "What?" at the same time.
Clark looked at them for a moment, confused.
They glanced at each other quickly then Chloe (who was really Lana) stepped forward and asked again. "What?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure..."
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Lana (who was really Chloe) stepped up to Pete.
"Hey."
"Hey," he said glumly.
"You're upset."
"Yeah, but I'll deal. I'd rather she be happy with somebody else."
"How gracious of you."
She cocked her head to one side and regarded him thoughtfully.
She was definitely starting to see him in a different light. No one could compare to Clark, and she'd never think of him as more than a good friend, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn't quite who she thought he was.
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Confused as hell? Of course you are, I got confused writing it. Sorry about that!
*****
Right, so this is probably gonna end up being real confusing for you. I specified who's who, which get a little annoying, considering it was annoying having to do it, but if I could deal, so can you.
In the parts with just Lana and Chloe talking, it goes by who's actually in there, not by who's body.
Good luck figuring it out!
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"So, you're me and I'm you."
"Yeah," Chloe nodded.
"How did that happen?"
"Well, the only thing I can think of is that freak storm last night. I was holding a meteor rock in my hand when it happened."
"But why...?"
"Yeah, I was thinking it was a weird effect too," Chloe said, holding up a packet of papers. "But then I found this. They were messing around with a Ouija board. You know, 'send me a sign, send me a sign?'"
Lana nodded. "Yeah?"
"There are stories all over the 'net about things actually happening from that kind of stuff, but nothing like this."
"Then why us? Why now?"
"This is Smallville. I had a meteor rock in my hand."
Neither of them said anything for a while.
Finally, Lana spoke. "So, what do we do now?"
Chloe smiled. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to have some fun with it for the time being."
Lana's eyes narrowed slightly. "What kind of fun?"
"Clark wants you. I want Clark. But now I'm you, which means Clark wants me."
"Whitney..."
"...Doesn't have to know anything," Chloe finished for her. "And if I mess up things with you and Whitney, then you can...tell Pete I have a thing for him or something, I don't know."
Lana grinned devilishly. "I have a better idea."
Chloe swallowed hard and said, "I don't like that look. What are you plotting in that ex-cheerleader brain of yours, Lang?"
"If Clark wants me, like you say...maybe I can make him want me in a different body. And when we find a way to switch back..."
"...Clark will still want me," Chloe finished with a grin. "You're a genius, Lana Lang!" She paused for a second. "God, I never thought I'd say that."
She slipped off her sweatshirt. "Now, you're me, so you have to at least carry this. I barely got past Nell with the hood on."
"Right. And I have to find something good to wear. You have to look good for Clark, after all," Lana teased.
"Let's just do it," Chloe said impatiently.
"Not anxious, are y--"
"Come on!"
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Clark glanced towards the main doors of the school as they swung open-and did a double take.
Chloe (who was really Lana) and Lana (who was really Chloe) were walking down the hall side by side. That was strange enough in itself.
But Chloe (who was really Lana) looked hot.
Really hot.
He blinked rapidly, trying to process what he was seeing.
Chloe (who was really Lana) and Lana (who was really Chloe) walked in together, and Chloe (who was really Lana) looked so amazing that he hadn't even given Lana (who was really Chloe) a second glance.
"You like?" Chloe (who was really Lana) asked playfully as the two girls reached him, in obvious retaliation to the fact that his jaw was on the floor.
"It's...different," he said slowly, looking her over carefully.
Chloe (who was really Lana) was decked in a silk rose-patterned shirt that was low-cut and not leaving much to imagination. Her bottom half was concealed by a long black skirt that skimmed the floor, with a slit all the way up the right side.
Very sexy, in a very Chloeesque sort of way.
And was she actually wearing makeup?
"Damn, Chloe," Pete said, looking her up and down as he joined the other three. "What's the occasion?"
"Umm...Pete, I need to talk to you for a second," Lana (who was really Chloe) said, pulling him away before Chloe (who was really Lana) could answer.
"What's up?" he said as they stopped a little ways down the hall from Clark and Chloe (who was really Lana.
"Nothing," Lana (who was really Chloe) answered. "I'm just thinking we should leave Clark and Chloe alone right about now."
He turned and caught the look on Clark's face. "Oh," he said quietly, and his face clouded over.
Out of curiousity, Lana (who was really Chloe) asked, "What do you think of her?"
"She's beautiful."
Then it hit her. Pete's infection with the Nicodemus flower. It hit her like a ton of bricks. He'd touched her face gently and told her she was beautiful-before he took off to make an attempt on Lex's life.
She swallowed and then just spit it out quickly. "You like Chloe, don't you?"
"Wh-what do y-you mean?" he stuttered.
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"You like it?" Chloe (who was really Lana) repeated.
"You look...wow," Clark said, at a loss for words.
"I'll take your excessive lack of articulateness to be a good sign," she said, mentally applauding herself on being convincing.
Clark visibly relaxed. "Good to see you've only changed on the outside, Chloe."
"Would it be such a bad thing if I'd changed on the inside too?" She cocked an eyebrow and tried hard not to laugh at her own words.
Lana (who was really Chloe) reached them again before he could answer. "La-- Chloe, I need to talk to you."
"Busy."
"It's urgent," Lana (who was really Chloe) insisted, and pulled the other girl away.
"What?" she hissed. "I'm trying to help you out here, you know."
"Another love-struck and all-around hormonal teenage boy may be running interference," Chloe said, glancing towards Pete, who was now back over by Clark.
"Yeah, Pete has a crush on you. I know."
"You do?"
"Yes. It's pretty obvious."
"How obvious?"
"About as obvious as your feelings for Clark."
"That bad?"
Lana nodded.
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"So...uh..." Pete waffled, hoping to get Clark to comment on Chloe's (who was really Lana) sudden change of image first.
"Wow."
"Yeah, just what I was thinking."
The two boys glanced at each other, and a silent understanding passed between them.
Pete, he knew Chloe was beautiful, he'd known since he first laid eyes on her. But nothing was meant to happen, because she only had eyes for Clark.
Clark was finally waking up, he'd opened his eyes and he was seeing Chloe (who was really Lana), really seeing her, for the first time.
Nontheless, he was quite taken with her.
They were clear on where they stood, their positions were solid.
For Clark, it was a strange sensation. Chloe was his best friend. She wasn't even a girl really, she was just...Chloe. She was like a sister to him. It just felt wrong.
But it was still there.
Pete was extremely disappointed. He knew now that any chance he might have had in the past had just vaporized. He couldn't compete with Clark, especially not in Chloe's eyes. He'd always known that, but now Clark was starting to see how amazing she really was. He didn't have a chance in hell.
The two friends stood silently together, watching the object of both of their affections (who they both thought was Chloe, but was really Lana) talking animatedly down the hall.
Pete was the first to speak. "She's amazing."
"Duly noted."
They glanced at each other again, and they both laughed.
"So, it would appear that we both like the same girl," Pete said.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Hope she makes you happy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Clark, when are you going to wake up?" Pete turned to face him. "That girl over there is crazy about you. She's been waiting in the shadows for years, just hoping you'd notice her. But you were too busy drooling over Lana."
"You're not serious." It was a question.
"I'm dead serious. She trusted me with it. I understood."
"You understood." Another disguised question.
"Yeah, because I was going through the same thing with her."
Clark didn't say anything for a long while, only stared silently at Chloe (who was really Lana).
"But you're really serious."
"Yes!"
Clark turned and headed towards Lana (who was really Chloe) and Chloe (who was really Lana).
"Chloe."
Both girls turned and said "What?" at the same time.
Clark looked at them for a moment, confused.
They glanced at each other quickly then Chloe (who was really Lana) stepped forward and asked again. "What?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure..."
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Lana (who was really Chloe) stepped up to Pete.
"Hey."
"Hey," he said glumly.
"You're upset."
"Yeah, but I'll deal. I'd rather she be happy with somebody else."
"How gracious of you."
She cocked her head to one side and regarded him thoughtfully.
She was definitely starting to see him in a different light. No one could compare to Clark, and she'd never think of him as more than a good friend, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn't quite who she thought he was.
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Confused as hell? Of course you are, I got confused writing it. Sorry about that!