I'm writing this series with the events going Ibackwards/I (blows your
mind, doesn't it?) from Chloe's death in the beginning to Lex and Chloe
meeting at the end. So yes, this will technically have a happy ending. I'm
going to skip around POVs. This chapter is in 3rd person. I don't own
Smallville, or Lex and Chloe. Please review if you have the time. Now on
with the show. (
She didn't want to die. She supposed no one really did.
She'd been waiting for so long. Almost went home alone again, by herself. Well her, and her protruding belly of a baby. More like a couple of VCRs, she grumbled to herself, glancing at her wrist to only find that she had forgotten to wear a watch. He'd promised, she thought bitterly to herself. I"I'll be on time this time, okay? I promise."/I
The ringing of her cell phone suddenly interrupted her. Helen the secretary or would Lex call himself this time? Himself, she decided, he'd screwed up pretty big. She fumbled through her bag for her phone. Hastily, she opened it and pressed it to her ear, as the other happily eating people at the restaurant were staring at her.
"I can't believe you." "Chloe," the voice on the other end spoke, "Chlo, I'm sorry, the meeting was prolonged, then suddenly Watson steps in - I'm sorry. I can't make it. I know I pro-" Chloe cut him off abruptly. "Damn straight you promised, Lex,!" on the verge of yelling, "I don't think I can take this anymore. You're always fucking busy with things obviously more important than your wife and unborn child. Lex, I -" She stopped, not knowing where this was going, why there was suddenly a lump in her throat pushing to be let out. Damn hormones. "I don't want this anymore. Please come home. Please," she whispered into the phone. There was a pause. "Chloe, you know this is important. You know what, I'm not even going to waste time chitchatting with you over this. Goodbye." There was a silence. He'd hung up.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, stuffing her cell phone back into her purse and throwing some cash on the table, though all she had were the free appetizer breadsticks, long gone cold. She walked (but what felt like waddled) out of the restaurant, trying to look as dignified as possible. It was cold, and Chloe wrapped her arms around herself, and tried to ignore the wind and her tears stinging on her cheeks. God, she pitied herself so much right now. Sad lost little pregnant girl; hopelessly in love to someone she thought she knew; no one else to wrap her arms around her but herself. Sad little Chloe.
This is ridiculous, she'd thought angrily. Don't need him. Ridiculous. Girl power, she thought, trying to smile. Maybe she hadn't been supportive enough about the working and everything? She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, stopping her random quick-paced walking to no particular destination, and let her memories tickle her flesh. He'd kissed her, so hard when she found out she was pregnant, every bare inch of her face and neck, lifting her up, spinning her, putting her down only thinking it may have been bad for the baby, and then just holding her, rocking her back and forth to music only they heard. She loved him.
IThis/I is ridiculous, she thought again. I'm going to tell him that. I love him. Frantically, she looked around the Metropolis streets for a taxi, and not finding one, started walking toward the direction of LexCorp Headquarters. She was almost running, feeling somehow that time was running out, that she had to tell him now, or it'd be too late. The wind that stung so hard before now was helping her fly, and she wanted to scream to the world that she loved Lex Luthor.
"Stop right there," a voice suddenly said from the shadows of an alleyway. Chloe stopped, edging away slowly but looking at where the voice was coming from curiously. The owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows, showing a scared young man, with messy, frayed clothing and eyes that looked to old to be his. "Give me all your money and jewelry," the young man said shakily, "Or I'll shoot you," shaking around a silver revolver he held in his trembling hands. Chloe felt like her heart would explode, but she tried not to show it, and silently handed him her wallet from her purse. He grabbed it almost hungrily, and pointed at her necklace with his gun. Chloe slowly unclasped it from the back, and gulped when she remembered this was an anniversary present from Lex. She handed the mugger the necklace, and saw he was about to run off, but suddenly said, "And the rings too." She looked down at her engagement and wedding rings, both gleaming from the reflecting light of the street lamps, and looked bright against her ghostly pale skin. "No," she whispered, hoping she sounded brave, "Please, those are my wedding and engagement rings. I-please let me keep them." The young man stepped closer now and grabbed her wrist tightly, saying roughly, "Give me the damn rings." "No," she shouted louder, struggling against him, and distantly heard a gunshot. The young man ran off.
Chloe took a few deep breaths of air, before falling to the cold asphalt ground. She panted, and lightly ran her hand around her torso, stopping and wincing near her heart, where she was bleeding. She'd been shot. She almost laughed. Well this is just great, she thought to herself almost giddily. There's always something to ruin my day, and I guess getting shot is today's big hula. And she began to laugh, so hard, it hurt her chest. "Help," she called out weakly, and it was barely a whisper. "Someone please help me. I have to go tell Lex. I love him. Somebody, please." It'd begun to rain, droplets piercing her wound, giving her skin goose bumps, and mixing with the salty tears that were starting to slide down her cheek. She was going to die, in the cold, in the rain, by herself.
Trying to administer her strength, she reached for her cell phone in her purse, and to her surprise, her fingers were able to dial Lex's number. She closed her eyes, holding the phone to her ear. This is comical, she thought, making a cell phone call in my last moments of life. Kids today, she could almost imagine her father saying. Her father. Clark. Pete. She loved them too. I wish I told them, she regretted.
"Luthor," Lex answered methodically, monotonously. "Lex?" Chloe whispered, as it was all she could do. "Chloe, what is it? More lecturing?" Lex asked impatiently. "Dammit, Lex, shut your piehole for a moment," Chloe heard herself say faintly, "Lex I'm--- I got- I'm sorry. I love you. Please know that. Please don't forget. I love you." Chloe felt so drowsy now, her eyes drooping as the rain beat against her limp body. "Chloe? Chloe, what's wrong? What happened? Where are you?" Lex looked around his office frantically, as if he could find Chloe there anytime, screaming Boo!. Chloe laid her cheek against the asphalt, her body, cold and numb. She was scared. "I love you, Alexander, that is all you need to know." Chloe smiled to herself dreamily, alone on the cold street, the world crying for her as she closed her eyes to sleep, she told herself, only for a moment.
I know, Chloe shoulda called the damn police instead of Lex, but sorry, that's just how my story works. Please review and thanks for reading.( Sorry if it was a bit of a bore.
She didn't want to die. She supposed no one really did.
She'd been waiting for so long. Almost went home alone again, by herself. Well her, and her protruding belly of a baby. More like a couple of VCRs, she grumbled to herself, glancing at her wrist to only find that she had forgotten to wear a watch. He'd promised, she thought bitterly to herself. I"I'll be on time this time, okay? I promise."/I
The ringing of her cell phone suddenly interrupted her. Helen the secretary or would Lex call himself this time? Himself, she decided, he'd screwed up pretty big. She fumbled through her bag for her phone. Hastily, she opened it and pressed it to her ear, as the other happily eating people at the restaurant were staring at her.
"I can't believe you." "Chloe," the voice on the other end spoke, "Chlo, I'm sorry, the meeting was prolonged, then suddenly Watson steps in - I'm sorry. I can't make it. I know I pro-" Chloe cut him off abruptly. "Damn straight you promised, Lex,!" on the verge of yelling, "I don't think I can take this anymore. You're always fucking busy with things obviously more important than your wife and unborn child. Lex, I -" She stopped, not knowing where this was going, why there was suddenly a lump in her throat pushing to be let out. Damn hormones. "I don't want this anymore. Please come home. Please," she whispered into the phone. There was a pause. "Chloe, you know this is important. You know what, I'm not even going to waste time chitchatting with you over this. Goodbye." There was a silence. He'd hung up.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, stuffing her cell phone back into her purse and throwing some cash on the table, though all she had were the free appetizer breadsticks, long gone cold. She walked (but what felt like waddled) out of the restaurant, trying to look as dignified as possible. It was cold, and Chloe wrapped her arms around herself, and tried to ignore the wind and her tears stinging on her cheeks. God, she pitied herself so much right now. Sad lost little pregnant girl; hopelessly in love to someone she thought she knew; no one else to wrap her arms around her but herself. Sad little Chloe.
This is ridiculous, she'd thought angrily. Don't need him. Ridiculous. Girl power, she thought, trying to smile. Maybe she hadn't been supportive enough about the working and everything? She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, stopping her random quick-paced walking to no particular destination, and let her memories tickle her flesh. He'd kissed her, so hard when she found out she was pregnant, every bare inch of her face and neck, lifting her up, spinning her, putting her down only thinking it may have been bad for the baby, and then just holding her, rocking her back and forth to music only they heard. She loved him.
IThis/I is ridiculous, she thought again. I'm going to tell him that. I love him. Frantically, she looked around the Metropolis streets for a taxi, and not finding one, started walking toward the direction of LexCorp Headquarters. She was almost running, feeling somehow that time was running out, that she had to tell him now, or it'd be too late. The wind that stung so hard before now was helping her fly, and she wanted to scream to the world that she loved Lex Luthor.
"Stop right there," a voice suddenly said from the shadows of an alleyway. Chloe stopped, edging away slowly but looking at where the voice was coming from curiously. The owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows, showing a scared young man, with messy, frayed clothing and eyes that looked to old to be his. "Give me all your money and jewelry," the young man said shakily, "Or I'll shoot you," shaking around a silver revolver he held in his trembling hands. Chloe felt like her heart would explode, but she tried not to show it, and silently handed him her wallet from her purse. He grabbed it almost hungrily, and pointed at her necklace with his gun. Chloe slowly unclasped it from the back, and gulped when she remembered this was an anniversary present from Lex. She handed the mugger the necklace, and saw he was about to run off, but suddenly said, "And the rings too." She looked down at her engagement and wedding rings, both gleaming from the reflecting light of the street lamps, and looked bright against her ghostly pale skin. "No," she whispered, hoping she sounded brave, "Please, those are my wedding and engagement rings. I-please let me keep them." The young man stepped closer now and grabbed her wrist tightly, saying roughly, "Give me the damn rings." "No," she shouted louder, struggling against him, and distantly heard a gunshot. The young man ran off.
Chloe took a few deep breaths of air, before falling to the cold asphalt ground. She panted, and lightly ran her hand around her torso, stopping and wincing near her heart, where she was bleeding. She'd been shot. She almost laughed. Well this is just great, she thought to herself almost giddily. There's always something to ruin my day, and I guess getting shot is today's big hula. And she began to laugh, so hard, it hurt her chest. "Help," she called out weakly, and it was barely a whisper. "Someone please help me. I have to go tell Lex. I love him. Somebody, please." It'd begun to rain, droplets piercing her wound, giving her skin goose bumps, and mixing with the salty tears that were starting to slide down her cheek. She was going to die, in the cold, in the rain, by herself.
Trying to administer her strength, she reached for her cell phone in her purse, and to her surprise, her fingers were able to dial Lex's number. She closed her eyes, holding the phone to her ear. This is comical, she thought, making a cell phone call in my last moments of life. Kids today, she could almost imagine her father saying. Her father. Clark. Pete. She loved them too. I wish I told them, she regretted.
"Luthor," Lex answered methodically, monotonously. "Lex?" Chloe whispered, as it was all she could do. "Chloe, what is it? More lecturing?" Lex asked impatiently. "Dammit, Lex, shut your piehole for a moment," Chloe heard herself say faintly, "Lex I'm--- I got- I'm sorry. I love you. Please know that. Please don't forget. I love you." Chloe felt so drowsy now, her eyes drooping as the rain beat against her limp body. "Chloe? Chloe, what's wrong? What happened? Where are you?" Lex looked around his office frantically, as if he could find Chloe there anytime, screaming Boo!. Chloe laid her cheek against the asphalt, her body, cold and numb. She was scared. "I love you, Alexander, that is all you need to know." Chloe smiled to herself dreamily, alone on the cold street, the world crying for her as she closed her eyes to sleep, she told herself, only for a moment.
I know, Chloe shoulda called the damn police instead of Lex, but sorry, that's just how my story works. Please review and thanks for reading.( Sorry if it was a bit of a bore.