Kaleidoscope
by Lener
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville.
Chapter Eight
Sunlight streamed through the windows of the room, and Chloe opened her eyes. She took in the two sleeping bodies of Clark and Pete; Clark on her left and Pete on her right. All three of them had fallen asleep after their so-called "walking lesson" with Chloe, and now she could see just how tired they both were.
The thin blanket they had fought over with in the night now covered Pete entirely, and Chloe realized she had been sleeping with only a little of it draped over her legs. Clark slept without any covering, so Chloe hobbled over to where her jacket hung over the couch arm. She tucked the jacket (which only reached to Clark's waist) over him, so that the cold air in the room would not freeze him.
Looking down at Clark, Chloe gave a soft sigh.
The boy looked absolutely adorable as he slept. His curly dark hair was tousled, and covered his forehead. His eyes were closed, so she could not see the piercing hazel eyes that made her swoon every time they gazed straight into her eyes. His jaw was muscular and his features were chiseled so perfect. Of course, Chloe knew that no one in the world was perfect. Even Clark had some imperfections. He was obsessed with another girl, for example. That was a big imperfection. She could deal with others, but not that major one.
Just then, the door to the room opened, and Chloe turned around to find Lex standing at the doorway dressed in a woolen green sweater and pressed black dress pants. He looked too well dressed to be staying at home.
"Morning, Ms. Sullivan," Lex greeted her.
"Good morning, Mr. Luthor. You can call me Chloe, because being formal is kind of intimidating. Going somewhere?" Chloe's inquisitive nature took control.
"To breakfast, actually. Would you and your friends care to join me?" Lex motioned to the corridor.
Chloe looked down at the serene Clark and a snoring Pete. "They don't seem to be a state of being able to walk to breakfast, do they?" she gave Lex a grin. He smiled, and Chloe noted how perfectly white and straight his teeth were.
"Then it will just be you and me, Ms…"
"Chloe."
"Yes, Chloe."
She straightened her velvet lime green turtleneck, brushed her black pants, then followed Lex out of the room and down some quiet corridors into the large dining room.
The dining room had wooden panels for walls, and a long rectangular mahogany table stood at the far end of it. The table was so long it would probably take a day for a dish to be passed from one end to the other. High-backed mahogany chairs lined the dining table, along with a side table and a wine bucket holder at the head of the table.
"Do you always eat alone?" Chloe decided to ask.
"It's a lonely task," Lex said as he led her to the table, "but a Luthor's got it do it."
After a few minutes they were settled at the dining table, Lex sitting opposite Chloe.
"So, are we supposed to place our orders with the waiter?" Chloe joked, fingering one of the petals of the crimson roses in the slim black vase on the table.
"No, I've already done that. I hope you don't mind scrambled eggs and bacon. And of course, coffee. You can't do anything without coffee," Lex said, a twinkle in his eye.
"No you can't," Chloe said, nodding her head and smiling.
The food came a second later, and the aroma of freshly scrambled eggs and fried bacon wafted in the air as the plates were set down in front of both of them.
"So, Ms… I mean, Chloe," Lex hastily changed after Chloe gave him a look, "would you mind telling me what you and your friends were doing at such a late hour last night? And also why you were injured?"
"Well, you certainly don't waste much time beating around the bush," Chloe said, her voice as cold as ice. Her 'Chloe Defence' was up; a reporter had to guard a story with her life.
Lex pierced a piece of bacon with his silver fork, then put it in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "It's all right if you don't want to disclose any information regarding that situation, I understand perfectly. It's just that-"
"My, my. Started eating without us?" a voice at the doorway interrupted Lex. Chloe glanced up and smiled widely. Standing in the doorway were Clark and Pete. Both of them were, like her, wearing what they had worn to school on Friday. Clark was clad in his blue woolen sweater and faded blue jeans while Pete was wearing a forest green T-shirt and navy blue pants.
"Clark! Pete!" Chloe gave an inward sigh of relief as Lex turned around and stood up to 'welcome' Clark and Pete to the dining room. The distraction was temporary, but at least it was a distraction.
"What's up?" Pete asked as they settled themselves at the table. Pete sat next to Chloe on her right, and Clark sat opposite him on Lex's left.
"Well, Lex was just asking me what happened last night and what we were doing at such a late hour," Chloe said casually, but she could feel both Clark and Pete tense up.
"Oh, that…" Pete forced a grin.
"I would rather not talk about that," said Clark, a pained expression on his face, "after all, it was all your fault, Chloe."
"Wha… my fault?? MY fault?" Chloe was left with her mouth wide open. What was Clark talking about? Did it mean that… he hadn't wanted to rescue her? He had wanted to let her die from the impact of the fall?
"Yea, I mean... if you hadn't… er… taken Clark's wallet and then tripped over the bale of hay while running away from him, all this wouldn't have happened," Pete added, shaking his head at the perplexed Chloe.
"I…" she was at the lost for words, then suddenly it dawned on her, and she realized that they were trying to cover up the real story. Trust Pete to come up with something that'll make me sound like a klutz! Chloe shot Pete her Death Glare. I'll get him for this… next time.
The sound of Lex laughing jolted her out of angry thoughts of Pete, and she turned to see the 21-year-old young man laughing- no, sniggering at her!
"It's no wonder you didn't want to say anything to me, Ms. Sullivan. I should've known you would want to cover up such a hilarious story as this," he smiled, and Chloe blinked.
From where he was sitting, Clark gave Chloe a wink, and Pete nudged her gently in the ribs.
Lex Luthor had fallen for their lie.
*
It was not safe for him to appear anymore.
The boy's parents knew about him, and the young girl who had been snooping around in the barn, too. He was certain that the boy knew about him too… somehow there was more than meets the eye about the boy.
He went through his actions, like a videotape on playback.
It had been imperative for him to flee the barn when the boy's mother had burst in on him feeding halfway. He had no time to finish the boy's father and take on the mother. Anyone being fed on still had strength left- the strength of a person only wears out after their blood had been drained.
As for the girl, there was something about her that he disliked immensely. He had felt it when he pushed her out of the loft that night. The feeling that coursed through his fingertips was the same feeling that had coursed through his veins when he had fed on the boy's father. Of course, it would not be lethal to him, but it did feel uncomfortable.
He knew what the 'feeling' was, of course.
It was love- love for the boy.
Love for Clark Kent.
*
Beep. Beep. Beep.
WHAM!
The sound of an alarm clock being mutilated finally woke Clark up from his deep sleep. He opened an eye, and was immediately blinded by the strong sunlight pouring into his room. Wait a minute… this was not his room.
The white door flew open with a loud BANG, and Clark sat up in bed, shocked. A dark figure was outlined against the doorway, hands on hips.
"Clark!" an overly familiar voice shouted out, "how could you?? You killed my alarm clock!!!!"
*
Chloe stomped over to her bedside table and picked up the broken pieces of her funky red alarm clock- or rather, what had been her funky red alarm clock. It was now just a mess of bits of metal and plastic. What had Clark done to it?
"It was only trying to wake you up, Clark, not murder you, you know," for the first time Chloe glanced properly at her friend, and her breath got caught in her throat.
Clark was lying in bed, looking as though a cruise ship had just rammed itself into the room.
Oh. My. God. I walked in on Clark Kent.
The full reality of what she'd just done hit Chloe as she looked at Clark's bronze, fully toned body. He was clad only in aquamarine boxers, and his muscular chest (not to forget those tanned abs) glinted in the sunlight. His hair was so sexily tousled that for a moment Chloe wanted to reach over and run her hand through the messy dark curls.
Oh no. What the heck am I thinking? This is heaven! NO! Ugh… get out of here NOW, Chloe Sullivan!
"Um… I'll… err… just… ah…" Chloe forced her legs to step away from her bedside table. Clark smiled weakly at her from where he was.
"Sorry to… ah… walk in on you like that, Clark," Chloe reached the door and dashed out. Her last thoughts as she closed the door were:
You think he's ugly. Clark Kent is very, very ugly.
Oh, he's so gorgeous.
SHUT UP, CHLOE!!!!!!!!!
Author's Note: Hahahahaha! I just HAD to end with such nice.. erm… happenings! Ooohh… delicious! I can just imagine Clark Kent/ Tom Welling in bed looking like that. Okay… they could have me in jail for this…
Special thanks to:
CLSolo- Hey! Thanks for reviewing! I wanted the kiss to be finished, please don't blame Pete for it. He did not, absolutely did not know!!!! He's really quite a nice guy, Pete is. What's FoTW? This story is entire Chlark, I hope. Ah… don't worry!
Suz- Yes, everyone thinks that Clark and Chloe should have kissed. Including me. You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me because it's my job (an obligation, too) to answer any reviewer's questions. Well, keep reading!!
…- Hey! Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you liked this chapter. I wanted the villain to be original, so I had to think a lot… and search through the upcoming episodes to make sure I don't repeat any villain! Well, keep reading!!
Starburst- Clana? Chlete? Ew… I'm sorry but this author believes strongly in Chlark only!!!!!!!!!! LOL!!!!!!!! Well, even thought you like those pairings, I hope you'll still read my story because you've gone so far already, and it wouldn't hurt to read more, right?