BRAVE NEW WORLD II: Book of Revelations
~Not mine. Shame.~
~Right, if you've read my other fics, you'll have the back story. If not, go and read 'em first! We're way into AU here, people. Time to move this thing on - when the two most curious people in Smallville get together, it's going to spell trouble for a certain farmboy...Starts off soft, but it will pick up. Promise.~
1. Coming Out
CHLOE
My dad has to go out of town for the weekend. Normally, I'm happy on my own, or I go stay with a friend, but this time, my boyfriend is staying over. Dad's not happy, but in this state, I'm legal.
Our relationship is a pretty well-kept secret. Our friends know that we're dating, but not that a few weeks ago I pounced on him - or that he pounced on me. It was mutual and wonderful, and it's stayed that way. However, we've only been together at his place. Staying the night at my house is a big step. It's going to make it public. Real.
Hold onto your hats, Smallville! Chloe Sullivan, the weird chick, is bumpin' uglies with Lex Luthor, Son of Satan! Nope, still doesn't look real.
Chloe loves Lex. Lex loves Chloe. Even more bizarre.
But this -is- Smallville.
I'm just freaking out because I offered to cook dinner.
LEX
I get in my car, drive to my girlfriend's house, pull up in the carport. Sounds so normal. It's anything but.
I've been to the house before, but only fleetingly, the end or beginning of dates. Gabe Sullivan is an employee, after all, and we find it difficult to make small talk. Especially as he knows what I do with his daughter. I'm not the ideal candidate for your beloved only child's affections.
Staying over is quite a statement for both of us. I love Chloe, but I could understand if she didn't want the world to know it. And anonymity has kept her safe - paranoid, thy name is Luthor.
CHLOE
I'm in the midst of a frantic hunt for the cheese-grater when the doorbell rings. Lex is standing on the step, and it's still a shock to see him here. He's got a white shirt on today, which lessens the whole grim reaper vibe. Just in case the neighbours are watching, I give him a big kiss. Then I pull him into the hall and kiss him some more.
I worry that he'll think the house is too small, and then slap myself upside the head, because, hello, after the Bates Motel, it -is-. Still, he leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, sniffs hopefully.
This is the first time that I've cooked for a man other than Dad.
It's been just me and my Dad for a long while now. We take it in turns to cook, and we don't entertain much. So Lex is getting down-home spaghetti. I bailed on getting complicated - I'm nervous enough. As it is, he wants to hang about in the kitchen. Very like my dad actually, so I treat him the same way.
"I don't need help - go play with the stereo or something."
"I did science. I can mess about in a kitchen."
"Breeding mutant killer vegetables is a completely different thing. Out!"
He obeys. When I peer round the door, he's settled in front of the t.v. Being Lex, it's some heavy financial/political thing rather than the sports channel.
It's taking a bit of time to adjust to seeing him in this context.
LEX
This is strange. I'm not used to being in a home. Everything on a human scale. It's a rather seductive thought - come home from work, sit in front of the news while Chloe potters in the kitchen, though I -would- have helped if I hadn't been chased out. Sit down and talk about our day, without other attentive eyes and ears. Compliment her on her cooking - I like good spaghetti. Drink the wine I brought. Cuddle on the sofa. Go to bed without having to take her home later. Knowing that we can wake up together.
I'm actually rather nervous now, examining that thought.
I'm part of Chloe's life now. She's let me in to it. She's part of -my- life.
CHLOE
Back from the bathroom and pause in the doorway. This is the bedroom I grew up in. Had fantasies in. And now one of them is made flesh, propped up on an elbow in my bed and smiling at me.
"I brought my silk pyjamas."
I put my hands on my hips.
"Lex, you never -wear- your pyjamas."
He looks down under the covers, mock surprised.
"So I don't."
LEX
It's not about the sex. It's the intimacy. (And I certainly never had anyone call me their 'sex-mekon' before. She's a strange girl.)
Breakfast time. It's a peaceful domestic scene. A girl (Chloe) sits at the table, whilst her boyfriend (me) shows off his ability to make pancakes.(I got Martha Kent to teach me.) It wouldn't be so bad, but Chloe is in just my pyjama jacket, and I'm in the trousers. Not a lot of room for misinterpretation there. Chloe seems quite taken with the idea of covering me with the maple syrup, and I'm feeling quite amenable to the idea, when we are interrupted by a knock on the kitchen door.
It had to happen sometime - I just wish I had more clothes on. Nothing between me and total embarrassment but pj's and a spatula.
"Morning," chirrups my love, waving a fork at our intruder. I sigh, resigned.
"Pull up a chair, Clark."
One of his uncanny abilities is being able to sense food from streets away. He boggles for a moment, before his metabolism gets the better of him, and he reaches for a plate. Stares at me.
"What?" I'm insulted. "They're not going to poison you."
"It's just..." He trails off, takes a bite. "Hey, these are good."
"He's a man of many talents."
"Not while I'm eating, Clo. I'm still getting used to the idea."
"Which one? Lex the chef or Lex the lover?"
It's too early to have points scored over me like this. I move the coffee-pot out of their reach. I'm still narked at being deprived of the maple syrup.
"Play nicely, or no caffeine."
"Coffee, too?" Clark is recovering quickly. I fend him off with the spatula - if I don't move fast, they'll have eaten the lot.
CHLOE
This is -very- strange. Lex suddenly displaying alarming domestic tendencies. What have you done with my boyfriend, pod-person? Good pancakes, though.
"Why are you here, Clark?"
He gives one of his blinding grins.
"My Mom thought you might be lonely here, sent me to ask you over. Guess you have other plans."
"Actually, I need to do paste-up today, I didn't get a chance to finish it yesterday." I give Lex an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, hon."
"It's fine, sweetheart, I'll just hang about." A wicked grin. " Correct your spelling."
Clark gags, swipes the last pancake.
LEX
Not only have I been deprived of maple syrup and half my breakfast, I've been left to do the washing-up. Chloe just smiled sweetly and skipped off to the shower. I catch Clark looking at her legs, glare at him.
"You wash, I'll dry. And if you tell anyone about this, I will have you killed."
He's taking it quite well, considering.
CLARK
I -so- do not believe this. Chloe and Lex are...doing it. And Lex cooking! Smallville is a weird town. Memo to self; x-ray the wall next time. And develop a cough.
~Not mine. Shame.~
~Right, if you've read my other fics, you'll have the back story. If not, go and read 'em first! We're way into AU here, people. Time to move this thing on - when the two most curious people in Smallville get together, it's going to spell trouble for a certain farmboy...Starts off soft, but it will pick up. Promise.~
1. Coming Out
CHLOE
My dad has to go out of town for the weekend. Normally, I'm happy on my own, or I go stay with a friend, but this time, my boyfriend is staying over. Dad's not happy, but in this state, I'm legal.
Our relationship is a pretty well-kept secret. Our friends know that we're dating, but not that a few weeks ago I pounced on him - or that he pounced on me. It was mutual and wonderful, and it's stayed that way. However, we've only been together at his place. Staying the night at my house is a big step. It's going to make it public. Real.
Hold onto your hats, Smallville! Chloe Sullivan, the weird chick, is bumpin' uglies with Lex Luthor, Son of Satan! Nope, still doesn't look real.
Chloe loves Lex. Lex loves Chloe. Even more bizarre.
But this -is- Smallville.
I'm just freaking out because I offered to cook dinner.
LEX
I get in my car, drive to my girlfriend's house, pull up in the carport. Sounds so normal. It's anything but.
I've been to the house before, but only fleetingly, the end or beginning of dates. Gabe Sullivan is an employee, after all, and we find it difficult to make small talk. Especially as he knows what I do with his daughter. I'm not the ideal candidate for your beloved only child's affections.
Staying over is quite a statement for both of us. I love Chloe, but I could understand if she didn't want the world to know it. And anonymity has kept her safe - paranoid, thy name is Luthor.
CHLOE
I'm in the midst of a frantic hunt for the cheese-grater when the doorbell rings. Lex is standing on the step, and it's still a shock to see him here. He's got a white shirt on today, which lessens the whole grim reaper vibe. Just in case the neighbours are watching, I give him a big kiss. Then I pull him into the hall and kiss him some more.
I worry that he'll think the house is too small, and then slap myself upside the head, because, hello, after the Bates Motel, it -is-. Still, he leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, sniffs hopefully.
This is the first time that I've cooked for a man other than Dad.
It's been just me and my Dad for a long while now. We take it in turns to cook, and we don't entertain much. So Lex is getting down-home spaghetti. I bailed on getting complicated - I'm nervous enough. As it is, he wants to hang about in the kitchen. Very like my dad actually, so I treat him the same way.
"I don't need help - go play with the stereo or something."
"I did science. I can mess about in a kitchen."
"Breeding mutant killer vegetables is a completely different thing. Out!"
He obeys. When I peer round the door, he's settled in front of the t.v. Being Lex, it's some heavy financial/political thing rather than the sports channel.
It's taking a bit of time to adjust to seeing him in this context.
LEX
This is strange. I'm not used to being in a home. Everything on a human scale. It's a rather seductive thought - come home from work, sit in front of the news while Chloe potters in the kitchen, though I -would- have helped if I hadn't been chased out. Sit down and talk about our day, without other attentive eyes and ears. Compliment her on her cooking - I like good spaghetti. Drink the wine I brought. Cuddle on the sofa. Go to bed without having to take her home later. Knowing that we can wake up together.
I'm actually rather nervous now, examining that thought.
I'm part of Chloe's life now. She's let me in to it. She's part of -my- life.
CHLOE
Back from the bathroom and pause in the doorway. This is the bedroom I grew up in. Had fantasies in. And now one of them is made flesh, propped up on an elbow in my bed and smiling at me.
"I brought my silk pyjamas."
I put my hands on my hips.
"Lex, you never -wear- your pyjamas."
He looks down under the covers, mock surprised.
"So I don't."
LEX
It's not about the sex. It's the intimacy. (And I certainly never had anyone call me their 'sex-mekon' before. She's a strange girl.)
Breakfast time. It's a peaceful domestic scene. A girl (Chloe) sits at the table, whilst her boyfriend (me) shows off his ability to make pancakes.(I got Martha Kent to teach me.) It wouldn't be so bad, but Chloe is in just my pyjama jacket, and I'm in the trousers. Not a lot of room for misinterpretation there. Chloe seems quite taken with the idea of covering me with the maple syrup, and I'm feeling quite amenable to the idea, when we are interrupted by a knock on the kitchen door.
It had to happen sometime - I just wish I had more clothes on. Nothing between me and total embarrassment but pj's and a spatula.
"Morning," chirrups my love, waving a fork at our intruder. I sigh, resigned.
"Pull up a chair, Clark."
One of his uncanny abilities is being able to sense food from streets away. He boggles for a moment, before his metabolism gets the better of him, and he reaches for a plate. Stares at me.
"What?" I'm insulted. "They're not going to poison you."
"It's just..." He trails off, takes a bite. "Hey, these are good."
"He's a man of many talents."
"Not while I'm eating, Clo. I'm still getting used to the idea."
"Which one? Lex the chef or Lex the lover?"
It's too early to have points scored over me like this. I move the coffee-pot out of their reach. I'm still narked at being deprived of the maple syrup.
"Play nicely, or no caffeine."
"Coffee, too?" Clark is recovering quickly. I fend him off with the spatula - if I don't move fast, they'll have eaten the lot.
CHLOE
This is -very- strange. Lex suddenly displaying alarming domestic tendencies. What have you done with my boyfriend, pod-person? Good pancakes, though.
"Why are you here, Clark?"
He gives one of his blinding grins.
"My Mom thought you might be lonely here, sent me to ask you over. Guess you have other plans."
"Actually, I need to do paste-up today, I didn't get a chance to finish it yesterday." I give Lex an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, hon."
"It's fine, sweetheart, I'll just hang about." A wicked grin. " Correct your spelling."
Clark gags, swipes the last pancake.
LEX
Not only have I been deprived of maple syrup and half my breakfast, I've been left to do the washing-up. Chloe just smiled sweetly and skipped off to the shower. I catch Clark looking at her legs, glare at him.
"You wash, I'll dry. And if you tell anyone about this, I will have you killed."
He's taking it quite well, considering.
CLARK
I -so- do not believe this. Chloe and Lex are...doing it. And Lex cooking! Smallville is a weird town. Memo to self; x-ray the wall next time. And develop a cough.