Title: Should the Teacher Stand So Near?
Part: 5/8
Author: Cam
Author's email: camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lex
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not making a dime.
A/N: I know I said this would be 7 part story, but this chapter just had to happen. I know it's short, but it's important. As always, reviews are GREATLY appreciated.
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Bruce Wayne was 5 minutes away from the Luthor Manor.
Which lay in the middle of a field.
In Smallville, Kansas.
To be honest, he STILL couldn't get over that. Shaking his head, Bruce tapped at the dash as one of his favorite songs came on.
"Steppin' out, with my baby - can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right. It's for sure, not for maybe, that I'm all dressed up tonight . . ." he nearly missed the drive.
There it was, fountain and all, and Bruce was struck with the sudden thought that the castle truly belonged. It looked as if it had grown up out of the ground, alongside the corn and the cows.
It made him wonder how much Lex had changed.
A man stood in the doorway. Bruce initially thought it was that Enrique fellow, but when he came closer, he saw it was Lex come out to greet him.
"A," Bruce said, smiling.
"Good to see you," Lex said in that booming, sincere-as-all-getout way he had.
"You too, mate."
He soon found himself situated in an overstuffed chair, facing a roaring fire.
"Brandy?" Lex asked, holding up a bottle.
"Jesus, A, what are we, forty?" Bruce said. "Television tells me we should be spending our twenties drinking malternatives like Skyy Blue and Smirnoff Ice."
"I guess you're right," Lex looked at the liquor, setting it back down. He took a seat on the couch adjacent to Bruce's chair.
Lex seemed a little preoccupied, Bruce thought. The circles under his eyes were a dead giveaway
"You haven't been sleeping." It was more of a statement than a question.
Lex looked startled, then shook his head.
"Is it LexCorp? No," he answered the question himself. "Stocks are going through the roof. Your dad giving you hell?"
"He's out of town," Lex negated.
"Well, that leaves . . ." Bruce murmured, " . . . a girl?"
Lex was silent.
"Who is she?" Bruce was pleased that there was a new girl in Lex's life. He was positive that whatever the situation, it couldn't as bad as Lex thought it was - the bald man could be something of a, well, a drama queen.
Lex sighed. "She isn't. We aren't."
"Explain, please."
"She's a high school student, best friend to one of my closest friends, and the daughter of my plant manager, Gabe."
"Chloe? That girl's gorgeous," Bruce said appreciatively.
Lex looked at Bruce sharply. "How do you know Chloe?"
"Met her at the last convention you sent her dad to. Last spring, and Gabe didn't want her to stay home alone, so he brought her along."
"I see."
"She probably won't remember me, though," Bruce mused. "It was a brief meeting."
"And how do you remember her?" Lex said, raising fine eyebrows.
"She was wearing this pink, um shirt thing" Bruce gestured across his chest, "but it had no back, and I remember she had these really tight jeans on . . ." he sighed appreciatively. "Very hot. Well, that and the fact that she was giving old Larson hell about his latest statement to Greenpeace."
"That was hot?"
"Have you seen her mad? Her face was red and her hair was flying around. It's hot that she was so excited over something, even if it was elephant seals." Bruce had known a lot of women, at least as many as Lex, and one thing they all had in common: boredom. It was rare, if not downright impossible to meet a girl who had any feeling left in her.
"Yeah," Lex said, staring into the fire.
"So what brought on this attraction?" Bruce asked. "Besides the aforementioned hotness, of course."
"Well . . ." Lex paused, "I don't really know. One second, we were quoting poetry, and the next I was kissing her."
"How did she take it?"
"Badly," Lex said. "Although that was post-' just friends' speech."
"Are you?" Bruce asked.
"Friends?" Lex looked up. "Yeah. I help her with her math homework, we talk. It's almost like things were before. Nope, no romance."
"How would you feel if she started dating someone?" Bruce said, wondering if there was a way to start dating a friend's crush without getting challenged to a duel.
"It's her right . . . why?" Lex asked.
"Just wondering how you feel about her," Bruce said, evasively. "That's hypothetical, of course."
"Of course," Lex said, standing. "The party coordinator will be arriving shortly, to go over the final decisions. I have quite a bit of work to do, however, and since this was your idea . . ."
"I'll meet with her," Bruce said.
"Make sure the champagne is Cristal, the water is Ty Nant, and only Almas caviar is used." Lex said, walking away.
"And platinum flatware for 200?" Bruce called laughingly. "What about the diamond party favors?"
One finger went up in the air as Lex continued his stroll from the room.
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TBC
Part: 5/8
Author: Cam
Author's email: camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lex
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not making a dime.
A/N: I know I said this would be 7 part story, but this chapter just had to happen. I know it's short, but it's important. As always, reviews are GREATLY appreciated.
*~*~*~*
Bruce Wayne was 5 minutes away from the Luthor Manor.
Which lay in the middle of a field.
In Smallville, Kansas.
To be honest, he STILL couldn't get over that. Shaking his head, Bruce tapped at the dash as one of his favorite songs came on.
"Steppin' out, with my baby - can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right. It's for sure, not for maybe, that I'm all dressed up tonight . . ." he nearly missed the drive.
There it was, fountain and all, and Bruce was struck with the sudden thought that the castle truly belonged. It looked as if it had grown up out of the ground, alongside the corn and the cows.
It made him wonder how much Lex had changed.
A man stood in the doorway. Bruce initially thought it was that Enrique fellow, but when he came closer, he saw it was Lex come out to greet him.
"A," Bruce said, smiling.
"Good to see you," Lex said in that booming, sincere-as-all-getout way he had.
"You too, mate."
He soon found himself situated in an overstuffed chair, facing a roaring fire.
"Brandy?" Lex asked, holding up a bottle.
"Jesus, A, what are we, forty?" Bruce said. "Television tells me we should be spending our twenties drinking malternatives like Skyy Blue and Smirnoff Ice."
"I guess you're right," Lex looked at the liquor, setting it back down. He took a seat on the couch adjacent to Bruce's chair.
Lex seemed a little preoccupied, Bruce thought. The circles under his eyes were a dead giveaway
"You haven't been sleeping." It was more of a statement than a question.
Lex looked startled, then shook his head.
"Is it LexCorp? No," he answered the question himself. "Stocks are going through the roof. Your dad giving you hell?"
"He's out of town," Lex negated.
"Well, that leaves . . ." Bruce murmured, " . . . a girl?"
Lex was silent.
"Who is she?" Bruce was pleased that there was a new girl in Lex's life. He was positive that whatever the situation, it couldn't as bad as Lex thought it was - the bald man could be something of a, well, a drama queen.
Lex sighed. "She isn't. We aren't."
"Explain, please."
"She's a high school student, best friend to one of my closest friends, and the daughter of my plant manager, Gabe."
"Chloe? That girl's gorgeous," Bruce said appreciatively.
Lex looked at Bruce sharply. "How do you know Chloe?"
"Met her at the last convention you sent her dad to. Last spring, and Gabe didn't want her to stay home alone, so he brought her along."
"I see."
"She probably won't remember me, though," Bruce mused. "It was a brief meeting."
"And how do you remember her?" Lex said, raising fine eyebrows.
"She was wearing this pink, um shirt thing" Bruce gestured across his chest, "but it had no back, and I remember she had these really tight jeans on . . ." he sighed appreciatively. "Very hot. Well, that and the fact that she was giving old Larson hell about his latest statement to Greenpeace."
"That was hot?"
"Have you seen her mad? Her face was red and her hair was flying around. It's hot that she was so excited over something, even if it was elephant seals." Bruce had known a lot of women, at least as many as Lex, and one thing they all had in common: boredom. It was rare, if not downright impossible to meet a girl who had any feeling left in her.
"Yeah," Lex said, staring into the fire.
"So what brought on this attraction?" Bruce asked. "Besides the aforementioned hotness, of course."
"Well . . ." Lex paused, "I don't really know. One second, we were quoting poetry, and the next I was kissing her."
"How did she take it?"
"Badly," Lex said. "Although that was post-' just friends' speech."
"Are you?" Bruce asked.
"Friends?" Lex looked up. "Yeah. I help her with her math homework, we talk. It's almost like things were before. Nope, no romance."
"How would you feel if she started dating someone?" Bruce said, wondering if there was a way to start dating a friend's crush without getting challenged to a duel.
"It's her right . . . why?" Lex asked.
"Just wondering how you feel about her," Bruce said, evasively. "That's hypothetical, of course."
"Of course," Lex said, standing. "The party coordinator will be arriving shortly, to go over the final decisions. I have quite a bit of work to do, however, and since this was your idea . . ."
"I'll meet with her," Bruce said.
"Make sure the champagne is Cristal, the water is Ty Nant, and only Almas caviar is used." Lex said, walking away.
"And platinum flatware for 200?" Bruce called laughingly. "What about the diamond party favors?"
One finger went up in the air as Lex continued his stroll from the room.
*~*~*~*
TBC