Summery: Chloe's turn to dream and action is taken.
Rating: PG-13…cause I say so!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for the world. Which will come to me eventually…
A/N:I wrote the last chapter very late at night. Note to self: Never, ever, under ANY circumstances, do that EVER again. Bad results in the morning…Oh, and I meant to edit last chapter to give some credit to Candychelle44, who gave me the idea for 'pixie stick' Clark. (find where it says ** in there, there's the refrence) Read her fic "Candyshop Contemplations.' It's nifty. It's spiff. It's spiff monkey. It's nifty-spiff. You get the point. Read after this ficcy!
NOW…on with the show!!!!
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Of Mice and Men
Calette
Chloe tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear as she impatiently waited for the computer to load up. Why the hell did these computers have to be so slow? Couldn't they afford new ones?
Glancing over at her tattered textbooks, Chloe knew the answer to that question. Her fingers drifted downwards to her neck, where the necklace Clark gave her lay. Playing a bit with the pendant, she was lost in daydreams…
She was standing in the Fortress of Solitude, gazing at the fading sunlight. Its fiery streaks across the sky were breathtaking. Chloe wished she had her digital camera with her. A noise behind her startled her.
Surprise surprise, its Clark.
Conveniently he had his shirt off. Not to mention he was all hot and sweaty, for some unknown reason.(Did she really care what the reason was?).
"Hey Chloe."
"Hey Clark."
Clark had this look on his face, almost predatory. It was very sexy. Chloe felt quivers in places she shouldn't be quivering normally. He started walking towards her, Clark's chest rippling. He has SO godamned hot…
Somehow, he a tub of Double Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough was in his hand, and one spoon in the other.
"I thought you might like this."
Chloe's mind somehow strayed back to reality for a moment. Clark would NEVER act like this. He was kind, sweet, wholesome and TOTALLY inexperienced ["I'm saving up for Lana Chloe, I don't want any other experience other then that…].
Awww, what the hell, this was her daydream, anyways, Clark could be a gigolo if she wanted him to be.
Chloe continued her very unholy thoughts of Clark…
Clark put the tub of ice cream down and just looked at Chloe with those big, chocolaty eyes of his.
"What?" asked Chloe?
"How come I never noticed that before?"
"Noticed what?"
"How beautiful, smart, witty, and so much better then that vapid cheerleading hag, Lana." He gripped her chin slightly, tilting it up.
"Perhaps 'cause you were blind."
"I must have been not to have seen you…" Clark leaned in, brushing his lips slightly against hers.
"Chloe…" The feeling of him talking so close to her mouth…his lips brushing against hers with every word…
"Chloe…earth to Chloe…heeeeellloooooo Space Cadet?"
Chloe was jolted back to reality. Clark was standing before her waving his hand before her face. He laughed.
"So, where were you off to this time Chlo?" He had a very jovial look on his face.
"Oh…uh…"Chloe blushed, her face a brilliant scarlet.
"Ahhhh, one of *those * daydreams. I understand." Clark wiggled his eyebrows in what seemed to be a suggestive manner. It earned him an eraser aimed for his head though.
"Hey! Watch where you throw that thing." Clark said laughing, plopping down into a nearby chair.
"Well, watch what you say next time."
Clark looked over at Chloe, giving him the infamous Sullivan Stare. He just couldn't resist…
"So Chlo, who was it you were dreaming about?"
Oh right, like I'm going to tell you who it was. Chloe thought, silently wishing his shirt was off. Hey, if a girl was going to wish, might as well wish something worthwhile…
Lana rushed in just then, conveniently entering at the one time she and Clark were alone…Chloe pasted on a smile.
"Hey Lana, what's up? Where's my weekly editorial?" Chloe got up, only to notice Lana's bandaged hand. "Oh my god Lana what happened!" She rushed over to take a look.
"That's the weird thing, I don't know what happened." Lana said as Chloe examined her hand. "I was sleeping, woke up, and I was cut."
"Well, what was the last thing you remembered?" Clark got up beside Lana, his face filled with concern.
"I had a really weird dream. And what's even weirder was that in it, my hand was cut. Slashed, more like it."
"Well, what about before you went to sleep?"
"I was looking out my window and-" Lana's hand flew to her mouth.
"What is it?" Chloe asked.
"There was someone standing outside my window, looking at me." Lana looked freaked out. "I can't believe I didn't remember this…"
"Lana. Someone stalking you is nothing new. Doesn't mean he had anything to do with *this *". Chloe pointed to Lana's bandaged hand, a skeptical look on her face.
"But…in my dream…he was the one to cut me."
The three looked at each other, then back at Lana.
"Lana, think about this. Your bedroom window is too high for anyone to climb, he would need to fly to get in." Clark said, ever the reasonable one. "How could he have cut you're hand."
"Maybe it was from her dream." Chloe said, her face like that of a dog that has just picked up a scent.
"The hell…?" Clark spouted a confused look on his face.
"Maybe this guy is another-" Clark interrupted Chloe at this point.
"Meteor Mutant! Of course, it makes more sense-"
"And that would explain the cut-"
"Cause he can enter dreams-"
"And affect people from inside them!"
"Chloe, I have been hanging around you for too long." Clark laughed, giving her a noogie.
"Hey, watch the hair!"
Lana and Clark just stared at Chloe, then the three burst out laughing.
"So… ::snort::, what are we gonna do about ::::chuckle::: dream boy? :::giggle:::" Lana said, trying her best not to laugh.
"Standard procedure. I find out more about this guy, Clark kicks his ass, we go out for coffee."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"Wait a minute." Clark stepped in at this point. "How are we going to find out who this guy is?"
"The old fashioned way." Said Chloe. "We stage a stakeout."
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Hehehe, look at her. Look at them, all fawning over the little princess, making a big deal out of a little paper cut on the hand.
Well, a paper cut compared to what's in store for them.
So…a stakeout eh?
Heh, contingencies. I've got contingencies.
This could work to my advantage actually…
Tonight they say?
Blondie's staying over?
Perfect…
Rating: PG-13…cause I say so!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for the world. Which will come to me eventually…
A/N:I wrote the last chapter very late at night. Note to self: Never, ever, under ANY circumstances, do that EVER again. Bad results in the morning…Oh, and I meant to edit last chapter to give some credit to Candychelle44, who gave me the idea for 'pixie stick' Clark. (find where it says ** in there, there's the refrence) Read her fic "Candyshop Contemplations.' It's nifty. It's spiff. It's spiff monkey. It's nifty-spiff. You get the point. Read after this ficcy!
NOW…on with the show!!!!
~*~*~*~*~
Of Mice and Men
Calette
Chloe tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear as she impatiently waited for the computer to load up. Why the hell did these computers have to be so slow? Couldn't they afford new ones?
Glancing over at her tattered textbooks, Chloe knew the answer to that question. Her fingers drifted downwards to her neck, where the necklace Clark gave her lay. Playing a bit with the pendant, she was lost in daydreams…
She was standing in the Fortress of Solitude, gazing at the fading sunlight. Its fiery streaks across the sky were breathtaking. Chloe wished she had her digital camera with her. A noise behind her startled her.
Surprise surprise, its Clark.
Conveniently he had his shirt off. Not to mention he was all hot and sweaty, for some unknown reason.(Did she really care what the reason was?).
"Hey Chloe."
"Hey Clark."
Clark had this look on his face, almost predatory. It was very sexy. Chloe felt quivers in places she shouldn't be quivering normally. He started walking towards her, Clark's chest rippling. He has SO godamned hot…
Somehow, he a tub of Double Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough was in his hand, and one spoon in the other.
"I thought you might like this."
Chloe's mind somehow strayed back to reality for a moment. Clark would NEVER act like this. He was kind, sweet, wholesome and TOTALLY inexperienced ["I'm saving up for Lana Chloe, I don't want any other experience other then that…].
Awww, what the hell, this was her daydream, anyways, Clark could be a gigolo if she wanted him to be.
Chloe continued her very unholy thoughts of Clark…
Clark put the tub of ice cream down and just looked at Chloe with those big, chocolaty eyes of his.
"What?" asked Chloe?
"How come I never noticed that before?"
"Noticed what?"
"How beautiful, smart, witty, and so much better then that vapid cheerleading hag, Lana." He gripped her chin slightly, tilting it up.
"Perhaps 'cause you were blind."
"I must have been not to have seen you…" Clark leaned in, brushing his lips slightly against hers.
"Chloe…" The feeling of him talking so close to her mouth…his lips brushing against hers with every word…
"Chloe…earth to Chloe…heeeeellloooooo Space Cadet?"
Chloe was jolted back to reality. Clark was standing before her waving his hand before her face. He laughed.
"So, where were you off to this time Chlo?" He had a very jovial look on his face.
"Oh…uh…"Chloe blushed, her face a brilliant scarlet.
"Ahhhh, one of *those * daydreams. I understand." Clark wiggled his eyebrows in what seemed to be a suggestive manner. It earned him an eraser aimed for his head though.
"Hey! Watch where you throw that thing." Clark said laughing, plopping down into a nearby chair.
"Well, watch what you say next time."
Clark looked over at Chloe, giving him the infamous Sullivan Stare. He just couldn't resist…
"So Chlo, who was it you were dreaming about?"
Oh right, like I'm going to tell you who it was. Chloe thought, silently wishing his shirt was off. Hey, if a girl was going to wish, might as well wish something worthwhile…
Lana rushed in just then, conveniently entering at the one time she and Clark were alone…Chloe pasted on a smile.
"Hey Lana, what's up? Where's my weekly editorial?" Chloe got up, only to notice Lana's bandaged hand. "Oh my god Lana what happened!" She rushed over to take a look.
"That's the weird thing, I don't know what happened." Lana said as Chloe examined her hand. "I was sleeping, woke up, and I was cut."
"Well, what was the last thing you remembered?" Clark got up beside Lana, his face filled with concern.
"I had a really weird dream. And what's even weirder was that in it, my hand was cut. Slashed, more like it."
"Well, what about before you went to sleep?"
"I was looking out my window and-" Lana's hand flew to her mouth.
"What is it?" Chloe asked.
"There was someone standing outside my window, looking at me." Lana looked freaked out. "I can't believe I didn't remember this…"
"Lana. Someone stalking you is nothing new. Doesn't mean he had anything to do with *this *". Chloe pointed to Lana's bandaged hand, a skeptical look on her face.
"But…in my dream…he was the one to cut me."
The three looked at each other, then back at Lana.
"Lana, think about this. Your bedroom window is too high for anyone to climb, he would need to fly to get in." Clark said, ever the reasonable one. "How could he have cut you're hand."
"Maybe it was from her dream." Chloe said, her face like that of a dog that has just picked up a scent.
"The hell…?" Clark spouted a confused look on his face.
"Maybe this guy is another-" Clark interrupted Chloe at this point.
"Meteor Mutant! Of course, it makes more sense-"
"And that would explain the cut-"
"Cause he can enter dreams-"
"And affect people from inside them!"
"Chloe, I have been hanging around you for too long." Clark laughed, giving her a noogie.
"Hey, watch the hair!"
Lana and Clark just stared at Chloe, then the three burst out laughing.
"So… ::snort::, what are we gonna do about ::::chuckle::: dream boy? :::giggle:::" Lana said, trying her best not to laugh.
"Standard procedure. I find out more about this guy, Clark kicks his ass, we go out for coffee."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"Wait a minute." Clark stepped in at this point. "How are we going to find out who this guy is?"
"The old fashioned way." Said Chloe. "We stage a stakeout."
~*~*~*~
Hehehe, look at her. Look at them, all fawning over the little princess, making a big deal out of a little paper cut on the hand.
Well, a paper cut compared to what's in store for them.
So…a stakeout eh?
Heh, contingencies. I've got contingencies.
This could work to my advantage actually…
Tonight they say?
Blondie's staying over?
Perfect…