Author's note: Okay sorry I know it's kinda late 2 b saying this, but the
PREMIRE TOTALLY ROCKED!!! Now after seeing it last Tuesday I feel really
bad that I'm writing this fic...... Poor Chloe! In case you're wondering
Whitney's still in Smallville. Yeah, it's before 'Crush'. If you're
wondering why he's not getting sick or whatever around Lana, it's because
she doesn't have her necklace on. for now. I hope it doesn't sux 2 much.
Note: I'm seriously gonna do chapters 5-11 over, because ummmm I noticed how rude Chloe seemed. I dunno, what I was thinking so uh, I'm gonna like Change it.
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Chapter 5
"I guess I had better call Chloe now. We both know how she can be when she hasn't had her coffee yet." He began to get up.
"Yeah. call Chloe.... that'd be good." Pete said absent-mindedly.
Jean popped her head up and noticed a man probably a little older than herself approaching the table. He was bald, dressed quite fashionably and professionally. Which suggested that he had money, and lots of it. He was none other than the billionaire, Lionel Luthor's son, Lex Luthor. She suddenly stood up and moved towards the aisle.
But she instantly regretted her reaction, when she was at lost for words.
"Lex Luthor." He shook her already outstretched hand.
"Jean, Jean Grey." She tried to hide the excited look on her face. She had always dreamed of meeting the legendary Lex Luthor. Jean always had wondered what it must be like to have so much power, to "rule the world" at a young age.
"Ms. Grey, it's a pleasure. Clark speaks very highly of you."
Jean cocked her head. "Thank you," she grinned, "umm I have just one question." She paused. There were so many things she wanted to ask him. But they would have to wait. She was a photographer after all, not a journalist.
"Can you sign my book?"
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"You never told me you knew Lex Luthor." Jean started, as they were walking out of the Talon.
"I never thought it would matter." Clark shrugged.
"He's one of my biggest idols!" She interrupted.
"Oh?"
"Yep and he sighed my book." she turned to the page in her Hello Kitty journal.
"And he's your idol, because." he paused, "there is a reason right?"
"I'm just really interested in people who achieved great things. Ya know people who 'ruled and conquered.' I mean you have to wonder what would they do with all that.. power?"
"It sounds like you and Lex would get along nicely."
She smiled.
He couldn't see why he hadn't noticed it before, but she truly WAS a goddess. She was tall, probably somewhere around 5' 9". Her vanilla mocha tan seemed to match perfectly with her deep emerald green eyes. Her crimson red hair that would have normally stopped abruptly at her waist was now flapping wildly in the crisp Kansas breeze. She was enough to put Lana to shame.
She took one last picture before climbing into the truck.
He shot her a puzzled look.
"It's for my scrapbook.... mementos of my trip to Smallville. I love photography."
"Then you and Chloe should become fast friends. She's the editor of the Torch; it's the school paper. I'm betting you two will have a lot in common."
"I use to take photographs for the school paper and do a little bit of writing on the side. But I guess. I dunno. It was just too much. I mean I was just on too many clubs, if not all of them. But maybe I can finally get my priorities straightened out, here in Smallville. AWAY from it all," she waved her hands around to emphasize."
"Chloe." Clark repeated more to himself than out loud.
He was supposed to call her. He had forgotten...again. Chloe would kill. him.
Luckily for Clark they were only a few miles from home. Unfortunately when they got there, Chloe's car was already parked in front of the house.
They both got out of the car and proceeded into the house.
Jean thought she could smell the faint aroma of freshly baked apple pie; either that or she was imaging it. When you're hungry the mind can be a very cruel and taunting thing.
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Laughter could be heard from somewhere inside the house. Clark opened the door and they both walked inside.
"Well that's for sure." Obliviously some one else was visiting the Kent residence. The voice was relatively young, and didn't sound familiar to her.
**Of course it wouldn't, you just came here. **
She immediately took off her jacket prior to entering the house, and placed it neatly on the nearest coat rack. The sound of laughter could still be heard from the kitchen. Jean spun around suddenly and realized that Clark must have disappeared into the kitchen.
"Hey Clark, it took you long enough." The voice she didn't recognize laughed happily.
"Sorry, I went to the Talon for a sec."
"Hey, it's okay. I just got here." Chloe smiled at him.
That's when Jean finally gave into her curiosity. She cautiously walked past the doorway slowly, as if wanting to be noticed, concentrating on the floor.
"Jean!" Clark said beckoning for her to join them in the kitchen.
Jean quickly shifted her gaze away from the floor, her eyes wide as if he had caught her off guard.
She hastily walked over to where Martha, Chloe and Clark were standing and stopped directly in front of the table.
"Chloe," Clark began, "This is Jean. She's staying with us for the next year. Jean this is Chloe."
"Hi" Jean shook Chloe's hand.
" Hi." Chloe said suddenly, "So you're the one Clark was telling me about, from Bayville?"
"Yep that's me.... So Chloe, Clark told me you were the editor of the school paper?" Jean said trying to strike up a conversation.
"Yeah, the Torch. Maybe I can interview you later, ya know about Bayville."
"Sure, that'd be great. And um I was just thinking.... I'm a photographer...and I mean if you ever need a photographer for the paper." Jean smiled.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Chloe said.
"Dinner!" Ms. Kent called from the next hall.
**She seems nice. ** Jean thought as she ran her hand through her red hair and followed Clark and Chloe to the dinning room.
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**I dunno, what it is about this place, this town, these people.but here, in Smallville I feel like I've known everyone here for like my whole life and not a couple of days. Sure I thought it was going to be a boring, lifeless, farming community, but it's like far from that. I really love it here, and. **
"Jean. Hello, earth to Jean."
"....Huh, oh sorry." **I'm a slave to my own thoughts. **
"We've been calling you for like two MINUTES! And you've just been sitting on cloud nine there, for quite a while." Chloe said, a grin sweeping across her face.
"Sorry, what were we talking about again?" Mr. and Mrs. Kent had already left the table; leaving Clark, Chloe and Jean to talk amongst themselves.
Chloe laughed, and shook her head. "No doubt about it, you're going to LOVE Smallville!"
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Note: I'm seriously gonna do chapters 5-11 over, because ummmm I noticed how rude Chloe seemed. I dunno, what I was thinking so uh, I'm gonna like Change it.
**This indicates a thought **
Chapter 5
"I guess I had better call Chloe now. We both know how she can be when she hasn't had her coffee yet." He began to get up.
"Yeah. call Chloe.... that'd be good." Pete said absent-mindedly.
Jean popped her head up and noticed a man probably a little older than herself approaching the table. He was bald, dressed quite fashionably and professionally. Which suggested that he had money, and lots of it. He was none other than the billionaire, Lionel Luthor's son, Lex Luthor. She suddenly stood up and moved towards the aisle.
But she instantly regretted her reaction, when she was at lost for words.
"Lex Luthor." He shook her already outstretched hand.
"Jean, Jean Grey." She tried to hide the excited look on her face. She had always dreamed of meeting the legendary Lex Luthor. Jean always had wondered what it must be like to have so much power, to "rule the world" at a young age.
"Ms. Grey, it's a pleasure. Clark speaks very highly of you."
Jean cocked her head. "Thank you," she grinned, "umm I have just one question." She paused. There were so many things she wanted to ask him. But they would have to wait. She was a photographer after all, not a journalist.
"Can you sign my book?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You never told me you knew Lex Luthor." Jean started, as they were walking out of the Talon.
"I never thought it would matter." Clark shrugged.
"He's one of my biggest idols!" She interrupted.
"Oh?"
"Yep and he sighed my book." she turned to the page in her Hello Kitty journal.
"And he's your idol, because." he paused, "there is a reason right?"
"I'm just really interested in people who achieved great things. Ya know people who 'ruled and conquered.' I mean you have to wonder what would they do with all that.. power?"
"It sounds like you and Lex would get along nicely."
She smiled.
He couldn't see why he hadn't noticed it before, but she truly WAS a goddess. She was tall, probably somewhere around 5' 9". Her vanilla mocha tan seemed to match perfectly with her deep emerald green eyes. Her crimson red hair that would have normally stopped abruptly at her waist was now flapping wildly in the crisp Kansas breeze. She was enough to put Lana to shame.
She took one last picture before climbing into the truck.
He shot her a puzzled look.
"It's for my scrapbook.... mementos of my trip to Smallville. I love photography."
"Then you and Chloe should become fast friends. She's the editor of the Torch; it's the school paper. I'm betting you two will have a lot in common."
"I use to take photographs for the school paper and do a little bit of writing on the side. But I guess. I dunno. It was just too much. I mean I was just on too many clubs, if not all of them. But maybe I can finally get my priorities straightened out, here in Smallville. AWAY from it all," she waved her hands around to emphasize."
"Chloe." Clark repeated more to himself than out loud.
He was supposed to call her. He had forgotten...again. Chloe would kill. him.
Luckily for Clark they were only a few miles from home. Unfortunately when they got there, Chloe's car was already parked in front of the house.
They both got out of the car and proceeded into the house.
Jean thought she could smell the faint aroma of freshly baked apple pie; either that or she was imaging it. When you're hungry the mind can be a very cruel and taunting thing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Laughter could be heard from somewhere inside the house. Clark opened the door and they both walked inside.
"Well that's for sure." Obliviously some one else was visiting the Kent residence. The voice was relatively young, and didn't sound familiar to her.
**Of course it wouldn't, you just came here. **
She immediately took off her jacket prior to entering the house, and placed it neatly on the nearest coat rack. The sound of laughter could still be heard from the kitchen. Jean spun around suddenly and realized that Clark must have disappeared into the kitchen.
"Hey Clark, it took you long enough." The voice she didn't recognize laughed happily.
"Sorry, I went to the Talon for a sec."
"Hey, it's okay. I just got here." Chloe smiled at him.
That's when Jean finally gave into her curiosity. She cautiously walked past the doorway slowly, as if wanting to be noticed, concentrating on the floor.
"Jean!" Clark said beckoning for her to join them in the kitchen.
Jean quickly shifted her gaze away from the floor, her eyes wide as if he had caught her off guard.
She hastily walked over to where Martha, Chloe and Clark were standing and stopped directly in front of the table.
"Chloe," Clark began, "This is Jean. She's staying with us for the next year. Jean this is Chloe."
"Hi" Jean shook Chloe's hand.
" Hi." Chloe said suddenly, "So you're the one Clark was telling me about, from Bayville?"
"Yep that's me.... So Chloe, Clark told me you were the editor of the school paper?" Jean said trying to strike up a conversation.
"Yeah, the Torch. Maybe I can interview you later, ya know about Bayville."
"Sure, that'd be great. And um I was just thinking.... I'm a photographer...and I mean if you ever need a photographer for the paper." Jean smiled.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Chloe said.
"Dinner!" Ms. Kent called from the next hall.
**She seems nice. ** Jean thought as she ran her hand through her red hair and followed Clark and Chloe to the dinning room.
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**I dunno, what it is about this place, this town, these people.but here, in Smallville I feel like I've known everyone here for like my whole life and not a couple of days. Sure I thought it was going to be a boring, lifeless, farming community, but it's like far from that. I really love it here, and. **
"Jean. Hello, earth to Jean."
"....Huh, oh sorry." **I'm a slave to my own thoughts. **
"We've been calling you for like two MINUTES! And you've just been sitting on cloud nine there, for quite a while." Chloe said, a grin sweeping across her face.
"Sorry, what were we talking about again?" Mr. and Mrs. Kent had already left the table; leaving Clark, Chloe and Jean to talk amongst themselves.
Chloe laughed, and shook her head. "No doubt about it, you're going to LOVE Smallville!"
**************************************************** TBC