CLARK
Someone blew up my truck. While I was in it.
I was feeling kinda guilty. When Lex said that he couldn't make Saturday, I just jumped in, said I'd take Chloe, just friends. And he looked at me. Nodded. So I was beating the crap out of the fence-posts. Knowing that I was being selfish, grasping at straws.
But Chloe...when she found out what I was, the first thing she did was to hug me.
No bruises, no pain. I didn't feel a thing. If this happens to me on the outside, will it happen on the inside, too? I want to feel things. Anger that my friends will be leaving, sadness.
Guilt. Because I get an evening with Chloe. Because Whitney is leaving Lana behind.
LEX
Attack and counter-attack. I try and stage an employee-led buyout, my father counters by buying up the Savings and Loan. Somewhere, there is a leak, a bleed in the loyalties. Who can I trust?
And all the time, the little thought in my mind - Clark is taking Chloe to the dance Saturday. I'm trying to save their town, their homes, and they go dancing.
I'm living in a nightmare. My life is being stripped away from me - job, home, dignity, reputation, friends. A few days ago, I was looking forward to taking Chloe to her school dance. Cheesy, and I'm not exactly liked by most people, but I was tolerated. Now, though.
Every time I have something normal in my grasp, it gets taken away. Is it so much to ask?
Chloe is going with Clark. Just friends. How could I object? Two old friends, without a date? Except that my girlfriend had a crush on my best friend well before she met me, and my best friend just woke up to the fact a while ago. Even thinking about not trusting them shows what an evil, suspicious mind I have. But then - I'm a Luthor.
I love Chloe. But I don't know if she loves me. Especially now.
And I -know- who blew up that fucking truck. I could -smell- Nixon. Had to pretend I didn't know him, and at some point, I'm going to have to tell Clark about him. Came home, and he was in my house, because I can't defend it any more, and he was holding that piece of whatever it is. He knows about the vault, and please God, he hasn't been down there. Or seen my father. But he knows. He has evidence.
CHLOE
What is this? The Last Temptation of Chloe? A couple months ago, this would have been my dream - Spring Formal with Clark. But we're going as friends, because my boyfriend can't make it.
Lana is still dating Whitney. It still hurts when Clark looks at her, but now I hurt for him, because he's too noble to take away the one thing that is holding Whitney Fordman together anymore. And he could, because she doesn't look at Whitney with a woman's love, but with that of a mother or a sister.
How do I know? I listen. I watch people. And I know the way that I look at Clark has changed, too.
And now Whitney is leaving town. Enlisting. One obstacle gone.
And the plant is closing. So Chloe will be leaving, too. Two obstacles gone.
Then Clark asks -me- to go to the dance, so I don't miss it. And I say yes, because I want something normal and fun in my life.
So I'm going to the dance with an indestructible alien. Okay.
Someone blew up my truck. While I was in it.
I was feeling kinda guilty. When Lex said that he couldn't make Saturday, I just jumped in, said I'd take Chloe, just friends. And he looked at me. Nodded. So I was beating the crap out of the fence-posts. Knowing that I was being selfish, grasping at straws.
But Chloe...when she found out what I was, the first thing she did was to hug me.
No bruises, no pain. I didn't feel a thing. If this happens to me on the outside, will it happen on the inside, too? I want to feel things. Anger that my friends will be leaving, sadness.
Guilt. Because I get an evening with Chloe. Because Whitney is leaving Lana behind.
LEX
Attack and counter-attack. I try and stage an employee-led buyout, my father counters by buying up the Savings and Loan. Somewhere, there is a leak, a bleed in the loyalties. Who can I trust?
And all the time, the little thought in my mind - Clark is taking Chloe to the dance Saturday. I'm trying to save their town, their homes, and they go dancing.
I'm living in a nightmare. My life is being stripped away from me - job, home, dignity, reputation, friends. A few days ago, I was looking forward to taking Chloe to her school dance. Cheesy, and I'm not exactly liked by most people, but I was tolerated. Now, though.
Every time I have something normal in my grasp, it gets taken away. Is it so much to ask?
Chloe is going with Clark. Just friends. How could I object? Two old friends, without a date? Except that my girlfriend had a crush on my best friend well before she met me, and my best friend just woke up to the fact a while ago. Even thinking about not trusting them shows what an evil, suspicious mind I have. But then - I'm a Luthor.
I love Chloe. But I don't know if she loves me. Especially now.
And I -know- who blew up that fucking truck. I could -smell- Nixon. Had to pretend I didn't know him, and at some point, I'm going to have to tell Clark about him. Came home, and he was in my house, because I can't defend it any more, and he was holding that piece of whatever it is. He knows about the vault, and please God, he hasn't been down there. Or seen my father. But he knows. He has evidence.
CHLOE
What is this? The Last Temptation of Chloe? A couple months ago, this would have been my dream - Spring Formal with Clark. But we're going as friends, because my boyfriend can't make it.
Lana is still dating Whitney. It still hurts when Clark looks at her, but now I hurt for him, because he's too noble to take away the one thing that is holding Whitney Fordman together anymore. And he could, because she doesn't look at Whitney with a woman's love, but with that of a mother or a sister.
How do I know? I listen. I watch people. And I know the way that I look at Clark has changed, too.
And now Whitney is leaving town. Enlisting. One obstacle gone.
And the plant is closing. So Chloe will be leaving, too. Two obstacles gone.
Then Clark asks -me- to go to the dance, so I don't miss it. And I say yes, because I want something normal and fun in my life.
So I'm going to the dance with an indestructible alien. Okay.