Ok. Its chapter two folks! As you all should know, I own no one but Nicole,
though I did hear something about an auction…
For all you Clark/Lana people, chances are, they aren't going to happen. Don't know why, except I don't really see it. It might, but probably not. Sorry to disappoint you, though there will for sure be Clark/Lana scenes. Stay tuned folks!
…Lex's Manor…
"Whoa. That's crazy. I've never seen a house so big. Well I have, but it's in magazines. I saw one once one the travel channel and a couple really cool old castles on some discovery show my Dad made me watch, it was like, the castles of Europe or something. Is that a castle? Or just a big mansion? Did Uncle Lionel really get it shipped all the way from Scotland?" Nicole babbled. She had a tendency to babble when she was overwhelmed. When she was under whelmed, of course, she did just the opposite.
"Did you used to babble this much, or is it a recent habit you've acquired?" Lex questioned his voice sarcastic.
"Hey! I live in Cold Lake alright? What do you expect? It's not exactly 'homes of the rich and famous' in fact, its hick central. Smallville is a small City to me, Ok?" she retorted, throwing back her hair.
Clark's shoulders were shaking from suppressed laughter, and Lex's face was lit up with a rare smile.
"Here, I'll get you're bags," Clark chuckled. Nicole shook her head.
"It's Ok. I can get them."
"Why don't you just take help when it's offered, you never could, even as a child," Lex reprimanded. What made Nicole mad was the simple fact that it was true. She only took help if she absolutely needed it, and even then she was resistant.
"Hey Lex, how about you shut up," she said. He reached for the suitcase,
"It's true and you know it." He tugged on the suitcase,
"I can take my own freaking bag and it's not true!" She stated, teeth clenched, grabbing on to the handle.
"Why don't you just face it? You can't stand it when you're not the one helping." He tugged hard on the suitcase.
"Why don't you just face the fact that unlike you, I don't need help all the time!" She cut, yanking the suitcase her way-
"Do you think that that hurts? I actually like getting help from people." He pulled on the suitcase
"Yeah whatever, they just make up for everything you lack," She tugged back.
"At least I don't act like I'm the absolute be all and end all of the civilized goddamn world!" he shouted, pulling back. It was like a strange game of tug-of-war, until finally they both pulled at the same time, sending the contents of Nicole's suitcase flying, among which included quite a few of Nicole's unmentionables. Her lucky ducky undies just happened to land on Clark's arm, and a few of her favourite thongs mingled embarrassingly with Lex's clean pressed suit.
She could feel her ears go red. Oh yes, Nicole did tend to feel embarrassment, on the rare moment, but she never showed it.
"Umm, I believe those would be mine." She said humbly as she gingerly reached over to Lex's shoulder, picking up a pink thong. Of course it didn't take long for Lex or Clark's faces to stretch into wide grins, and not to long after that to start laughing, however polite they tried to be.
"Umm, here," Clark motioned, picking up her Lucky Duckies with his thumb and his fore-finger. Nicole was quite used to this reaction. Living with her messy brother Ryan, she had come to habitually pick up the clothes he left lying around with a spatula. The difference was though, hers were clean. She yanked the underwear out of his hands and continued to stuff things in her busted suitcase, looking up every once and awhile, waiting for Lex to do something, like help.
"What?" he asked, throwing his hands up.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe help a little since it was your fault!" She said, frustrated. Lex shook his head and chuckled.
"It wasn't my fault, but at least you're suddenly taking my advice and asking for help," He joked, stuffing in her clothes. "I'm sorry for breaking your suitcase. I'll make it up to you," he apologized.
"You damn well better!" She told him, smiling. Reconciliation was obvious. They never really got along. Nicole thought they were just too different. Maybe they were just too similar.
…The Next Day…
Nicole awoke with a yawn. Stretching in the catlike way she had, she languidly slid out of the four-poster canopy bed. It was dated, to be sure, but it's downy comfort stole her heart and she loved it. Still in her pyjamas, she made her way to the dinning room, only to hear Lex already in conference with Luthorcorp execs. Meh. She thought, strolling into the kitchens. Sandra, the new cook, already had scrambled eggs and hash browns on a plate for her.
Clark came by later that morning, anxious to help Lex out with Nicole. Lex had always been willing to help him, so when he got the call that morning, he automatically said yes. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Nicole was funny and attractive. Absolutely nothing. Plus, with her help, he'd finally get Lana, and that's what he really wanted anyways.
She came strolling into the dinning room, still in her PJ's, and Clark's face lit up with a smile. She looked like a sleepy little pixie, eye lids drooping and feet dragging on the ground
"Hey Clark. Whatcha doing?" She yawned as she stretched. Her t-shirt lifted a little to reveal her toned stomach, of which she was incredibly proud of. Clark's mouth went dry. Lana. He thought. Only Lana.
"Oh, I came by because Lex called," he stated.
Typical. Nicole thought. She knew her cousin was a good business man, and she wished she could actually spend sometime with him, they were family and all. Although hanging out with Clark all day didn't seem that bad.
"So you came to take me off his hands? Just wait for me to get dressed then we'll head out, Ok?"
For all you Clark/Lana people, chances are, they aren't going to happen. Don't know why, except I don't really see it. It might, but probably not. Sorry to disappoint you, though there will for sure be Clark/Lana scenes. Stay tuned folks!
…Lex's Manor…
"Whoa. That's crazy. I've never seen a house so big. Well I have, but it's in magazines. I saw one once one the travel channel and a couple really cool old castles on some discovery show my Dad made me watch, it was like, the castles of Europe or something. Is that a castle? Or just a big mansion? Did Uncle Lionel really get it shipped all the way from Scotland?" Nicole babbled. She had a tendency to babble when she was overwhelmed. When she was under whelmed, of course, she did just the opposite.
"Did you used to babble this much, or is it a recent habit you've acquired?" Lex questioned his voice sarcastic.
"Hey! I live in Cold Lake alright? What do you expect? It's not exactly 'homes of the rich and famous' in fact, its hick central. Smallville is a small City to me, Ok?" she retorted, throwing back her hair.
Clark's shoulders were shaking from suppressed laughter, and Lex's face was lit up with a rare smile.
"Here, I'll get you're bags," Clark chuckled. Nicole shook her head.
"It's Ok. I can get them."
"Why don't you just take help when it's offered, you never could, even as a child," Lex reprimanded. What made Nicole mad was the simple fact that it was true. She only took help if she absolutely needed it, and even then she was resistant.
"Hey Lex, how about you shut up," she said. He reached for the suitcase,
"It's true and you know it." He tugged on the suitcase,
"I can take my own freaking bag and it's not true!" She stated, teeth clenched, grabbing on to the handle.
"Why don't you just face it? You can't stand it when you're not the one helping." He tugged hard on the suitcase.
"Why don't you just face the fact that unlike you, I don't need help all the time!" She cut, yanking the suitcase her way-
"Do you think that that hurts? I actually like getting help from people." He pulled on the suitcase
"Yeah whatever, they just make up for everything you lack," She tugged back.
"At least I don't act like I'm the absolute be all and end all of the civilized goddamn world!" he shouted, pulling back. It was like a strange game of tug-of-war, until finally they both pulled at the same time, sending the contents of Nicole's suitcase flying, among which included quite a few of Nicole's unmentionables. Her lucky ducky undies just happened to land on Clark's arm, and a few of her favourite thongs mingled embarrassingly with Lex's clean pressed suit.
She could feel her ears go red. Oh yes, Nicole did tend to feel embarrassment, on the rare moment, but she never showed it.
"Umm, I believe those would be mine." She said humbly as she gingerly reached over to Lex's shoulder, picking up a pink thong. Of course it didn't take long for Lex or Clark's faces to stretch into wide grins, and not to long after that to start laughing, however polite they tried to be.
"Umm, here," Clark motioned, picking up her Lucky Duckies with his thumb and his fore-finger. Nicole was quite used to this reaction. Living with her messy brother Ryan, she had come to habitually pick up the clothes he left lying around with a spatula. The difference was though, hers were clean. She yanked the underwear out of his hands and continued to stuff things in her busted suitcase, looking up every once and awhile, waiting for Lex to do something, like help.
"What?" he asked, throwing his hands up.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe help a little since it was your fault!" She said, frustrated. Lex shook his head and chuckled.
"It wasn't my fault, but at least you're suddenly taking my advice and asking for help," He joked, stuffing in her clothes. "I'm sorry for breaking your suitcase. I'll make it up to you," he apologized.
"You damn well better!" She told him, smiling. Reconciliation was obvious. They never really got along. Nicole thought they were just too different. Maybe they were just too similar.
…The Next Day…
Nicole awoke with a yawn. Stretching in the catlike way she had, she languidly slid out of the four-poster canopy bed. It was dated, to be sure, but it's downy comfort stole her heart and she loved it. Still in her pyjamas, she made her way to the dinning room, only to hear Lex already in conference with Luthorcorp execs. Meh. She thought, strolling into the kitchens. Sandra, the new cook, already had scrambled eggs and hash browns on a plate for her.
Clark came by later that morning, anxious to help Lex out with Nicole. Lex had always been willing to help him, so when he got the call that morning, he automatically said yes. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Nicole was funny and attractive. Absolutely nothing. Plus, with her help, he'd finally get Lana, and that's what he really wanted anyways.
She came strolling into the dinning room, still in her PJ's, and Clark's face lit up with a smile. She looked like a sleepy little pixie, eye lids drooping and feet dragging on the ground
"Hey Clark. Whatcha doing?" She yawned as she stretched. Her t-shirt lifted a little to reveal her toned stomach, of which she was incredibly proud of. Clark's mouth went dry. Lana. He thought. Only Lana.
"Oh, I came by because Lex called," he stated.
Typical. Nicole thought. She knew her cousin was a good business man, and she wished she could actually spend sometime with him, they were family and all. Although hanging out with Clark all day didn't seem that bad.
"So you came to take me off his hands? Just wait for me to get dressed then we'll head out, Ok?"