A sequel to "Not Who I Thought You Were." More Chloe/Lex. Might become a multiple chapter story but since I've been so busy there might be a big time gap between chapters as it's been with my other WIP.
Pairing: Chloe/Lex my personal fave...
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters, though Lex is whispering sweet nothings in my ear right now.......*girlie giggle* I don't own the show, and I don't know what you did last summer.
Discoveries
By: Molly
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Chloe walked slowly up to her front door. It had been a long day at school. Kwan had bitched about her latest article which, thank you very much, wasn't all about paranormal activity. The least the jerk could do was take notice that she'd actually had the strength to sit through a pep rally and write a nice little article about it without calling the cheerleaders "plastic Barbie doll wannabes." No, of course Kwan had only noted the tiny, almost unreadable article about a strange happening in the cornfield that had taken place recently. In addition to that she had a ten page history report on the Civil War, which she couldn't care less about, due tomorrow.
Shoving open the door, Chloe quickly kicked off her shoes. Gabe Sullivan, her father appeared in the doorway.
"Hello, sweetheart. How was school?" Gabe smiled at her cheerfully.
"Hey, Dad. Not so good." Chloe grumbled.
"I'm sorry." Gabe kissed her on the forehead. "Hopefully that made you feel better."
Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her dad could be so corny sometimes, not to mention painfully embarrassing, but he really did love her. And, Chloe had learned from living with her dad, that when you loved somebody you had to humor them.
"Much better," she told him forcing a perky little smile. She hugged her dad briefly. "Any coffee?"
"On the counter, honey," Gabe replied. "I was thinking since it's my day off, maybe we could go out to dinner tonight." He followed his daughter into the kitchen.
"Sure Dad," Chloe answered, grabbing the coffee pot. "The Torch office is closed. Teacher's meeting. So, where do you want to go?" 'Must. Have. Caffeine. Must. Have. Caffeine.' Chloe sipped her coffee, reveling in the warmth of it all.
"Well, if you want to be fancy we can go to McDonald's," Gabe joked.
"I don't think so. I'm not spending all my time trying to force you out of the ball pit again," Chloe replied, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, by Smallville standards, McDonald's is fancy."
Gabe grinned. "Okay, then. How about that new Chinese buffet?"
"Sure. I'd love to." Chloe smiled. She did like spending time with her dad, no matter how goofy he could act. "Mail's here," she announced, grabbing an orange out of a bowl on the table."
"I'll get it," Gabe mumbled. "And quit drinking that coffee. It'll stunt your growth."
"Not like I'm getting any taller anyhow," Chloe muttered.
Gabe opened the front door and leaned over to grab the mail. Imagine when, to his surprise, among the bills and junk mail, was a rose, dripping with water.
"Hmmm, I wonder what this could be," he said to himself with a grin. One peek at the card and his suspicions were confirmed. Written in loopy cursive writing on the envelope was 'Chloe.' Gabe snickered. Maybe that Kent kid had come to his senses and fallen in love with Chloe.
"Anything for me, Dad?" Chloe called entering the room.
"Why yes, it appears there is," Gabe replied with a devilish smile. Chloe stopped short seeing the rose. "Well, well, it appears you have a secret admirer. Why, I wonder who it could be?" Gabe pretended to be thinking hard.
"Give me that," Chloe begged, reaching for it. She just had to get it away from him. She knew, just knew who had sent it. And if her dad found out about it, about all her secret desires, the lust, the chemistry between them, him a twenty-one year old rich bad boy, and her a fifteen year old spunky reporter, well, he'd blow his top. He was overprotective of her as it was anyway.
"No, I think I'd like to see who's heart you've stolen this time, Princess," Gabe teased with a wink.
"Dad, please." Chloe's heart was sinking to her shoes. There was no way her dad was going to just let her have the flower and forget it ever happened. It just wasn't in his nature.
Gabe grabbed the card, and opened it, all the while enjoying himself as Chloe's face reddened. He cleared his throat, and began to read.
"Dear Chloe,
I'm sorry our meeting last week didn't turn out quite as we'd both have liked it to, but I'd like to make it up to you. There's a benefit in Metropolis for a children's hospital tomorrow night. I'd be honored if you'd be my escort for the evening...."
Gabe paused. "Hmmm, very elegant, wouldn't you say? Let's just see who signed it. L.L.?" Gabe frowned. "L.L." he repeated. He took a closer look at the handwriting, which seemed so familiar. Like the handwriting that had signed all the important documents before he'd sent them to Metropolis to be looked over by Lionel Luthor. Something in Gabe's mind clicked suddenly. His heart almost stopped beating.
"Lex Luthor?!"
TBC fairly soon. Just a short chapter to start things up.
Pairing: Chloe/Lex my personal fave...
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters, though Lex is whispering sweet nothings in my ear right now.......*girlie giggle* I don't own the show, and I don't know what you did last summer.
Discoveries
By: Molly
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chloe walked slowly up to her front door. It had been a long day at school. Kwan had bitched about her latest article which, thank you very much, wasn't all about paranormal activity. The least the jerk could do was take notice that she'd actually had the strength to sit through a pep rally and write a nice little article about it without calling the cheerleaders "plastic Barbie doll wannabes." No, of course Kwan had only noted the tiny, almost unreadable article about a strange happening in the cornfield that had taken place recently. In addition to that she had a ten page history report on the Civil War, which she couldn't care less about, due tomorrow.
Shoving open the door, Chloe quickly kicked off her shoes. Gabe Sullivan, her father appeared in the doorway.
"Hello, sweetheart. How was school?" Gabe smiled at her cheerfully.
"Hey, Dad. Not so good." Chloe grumbled.
"I'm sorry." Gabe kissed her on the forehead. "Hopefully that made you feel better."
Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her dad could be so corny sometimes, not to mention painfully embarrassing, but he really did love her. And, Chloe had learned from living with her dad, that when you loved somebody you had to humor them.
"Much better," she told him forcing a perky little smile. She hugged her dad briefly. "Any coffee?"
"On the counter, honey," Gabe replied. "I was thinking since it's my day off, maybe we could go out to dinner tonight." He followed his daughter into the kitchen.
"Sure Dad," Chloe answered, grabbing the coffee pot. "The Torch office is closed. Teacher's meeting. So, where do you want to go?" 'Must. Have. Caffeine. Must. Have. Caffeine.' Chloe sipped her coffee, reveling in the warmth of it all.
"Well, if you want to be fancy we can go to McDonald's," Gabe joked.
"I don't think so. I'm not spending all my time trying to force you out of the ball pit again," Chloe replied, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, by Smallville standards, McDonald's is fancy."
Gabe grinned. "Okay, then. How about that new Chinese buffet?"
"Sure. I'd love to." Chloe smiled. She did like spending time with her dad, no matter how goofy he could act. "Mail's here," she announced, grabbing an orange out of a bowl on the table."
"I'll get it," Gabe mumbled. "And quit drinking that coffee. It'll stunt your growth."
"Not like I'm getting any taller anyhow," Chloe muttered.
Gabe opened the front door and leaned over to grab the mail. Imagine when, to his surprise, among the bills and junk mail, was a rose, dripping with water.
"Hmmm, I wonder what this could be," he said to himself with a grin. One peek at the card and his suspicions were confirmed. Written in loopy cursive writing on the envelope was 'Chloe.' Gabe snickered. Maybe that Kent kid had come to his senses and fallen in love with Chloe.
"Anything for me, Dad?" Chloe called entering the room.
"Why yes, it appears there is," Gabe replied with a devilish smile. Chloe stopped short seeing the rose. "Well, well, it appears you have a secret admirer. Why, I wonder who it could be?" Gabe pretended to be thinking hard.
"Give me that," Chloe begged, reaching for it. She just had to get it away from him. She knew, just knew who had sent it. And if her dad found out about it, about all her secret desires, the lust, the chemistry between them, him a twenty-one year old rich bad boy, and her a fifteen year old spunky reporter, well, he'd blow his top. He was overprotective of her as it was anyway.
"No, I think I'd like to see who's heart you've stolen this time, Princess," Gabe teased with a wink.
"Dad, please." Chloe's heart was sinking to her shoes. There was no way her dad was going to just let her have the flower and forget it ever happened. It just wasn't in his nature.
Gabe grabbed the card, and opened it, all the while enjoying himself as Chloe's face reddened. He cleared his throat, and began to read.
"Dear Chloe,
I'm sorry our meeting last week didn't turn out quite as we'd both have liked it to, but I'd like to make it up to you. There's a benefit in Metropolis for a children's hospital tomorrow night. I'd be honored if you'd be my escort for the evening...."
Gabe paused. "Hmmm, very elegant, wouldn't you say? Let's just see who signed it. L.L.?" Gabe frowned. "L.L." he repeated. He took a closer look at the handwriting, which seemed so familiar. Like the handwriting that had signed all the important documents before he'd sent them to Metropolis to be looked over by Lionel Luthor. Something in Gabe's mind clicked suddenly. His heart almost stopped beating.
"Lex Luthor?!"
TBC fairly soon. Just a short chapter to start things up.