a/n- ok just so everyone knows, I have no idea what im doing. I've never written anything even close to this before. so bear with me here. i just felt kinda bad about displaying all my fav fanfics, and not having a single one of my own. so here's my attempt at writing one. you can flame or praise, its all ok. i just wanted to warn you all that I'm just doing this out of guilt (and boredom(shah.)). so... here goes.
why me?
Lex sat alone in his overly elaborate bedroom, decorated with pieces of art that he never would have chosen to put in there in the first place, but just never had the time to pay someone to remove them. at the moment, he was glancing out the window, actually watching a bird fly in relatively clear sky. He was absently rolling an ancient relic that his mother had bought in Egypt just a year before she became ill. She had bought it for Lex to remind him that no matter where she went she was always thinking of him.
And at that moment he thinking of her. He missed his mother greatly. Not a day went by that he didn't think of her. Of the lullabies that she'd sing to him when he'd awoken from a nightmare(of course his father was never told about this, who knows what he would have done if he'd have known that his wife had to sing his son to sleep almost every night after the meteor shower). There was one night when he'd woken up, that not even his mothers serene voice could put him to sleep, so she curled up next to him, and stroked his head until he fell into a deep slumber. But that had only happened once, because the next morning he'd awoken to find his father yelling at his mother for treating him like baby. Of course she stood up to him, but in the end, he won, he always won.
Lex wiped away the silent tear that had fallen from his eye, and swore.
He hated his father. He hated the fact that Lionel Luthor was his father. He would give anything to have had his mother be with him now, and his father six feet under.
"As if that were deep enough," Lex said softly.
He decided that he needed to get his mind off of the subject, so he strolled down to his office.
He opened the drapes that were concealing the outside world. He sat down in his chair, leaned back, and noticed the papers on his desk.
"Ah, yes, homework," he said with a note of resentment, "How many lives will I destroy this week?"
Lex hated his job. His fathers job. A job passed down to him unfortunately. He hated the fact that people feared him. hated him. Resented him. But it wasn't his fault that he was sculpted in his fathers image. He would have give anything to be a normal kid. To have had normal friends, normal girlfriends, a normal life. Hell, he'd love to just have the pressure of writing college essays write now. But no he was "blessed" with the privilege of having the friends his father picked out for him, the supermodel girlfriends with absolutely no personality whatsoever, the premature baldness, and the above average intelligence. Yes, Lex Luthor does admit to having a very complex mind. But, yet, this still was not a good trait. You see, it takes a lot to keep up with him. Not many are up to the challenge. But, then again, there are the occasional few who are. And that's when his mind drifted to the one thing that it usually does nowadays.
"Chloe."
Yep, Chloe Sullivan, the ambitious young blonde reporter, of whom Lex can, for some reason, not get off his mind. He knows it's wrong to feel this way, "she's only a child." But not exactly, She's the only one who can come close to defeating him, verbally that is. And that's what matters. He needed someone to be able to keep him on his toes, to get his mind working in ways that it has long since forgotten. Chloe was the only one who could do that.
It all started awhile ago, his attraction to her. It was at the sort of interview that the two of them almost had. Before that, everything had been normal. She had just been "Clark's friend." Now she was...Well, he didn't know what she was. He just knew he wanted her.
There were so many things about her that he liked, that he couldn't pick just one thing he liked best. She's beautiful, no doubt about that. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her hairs the color of the sun. Yet its more than that. She has a kind of innocence about her, yet she is anything but innocent. She has a spark. Something that seems to show up more when she's angry. And he cant see why Clark doesn't see it. Yes, he knows Chloe's in love with Clark, but he doesn't care. Its just one more obstacle he has to overcome with her.
"What am I thinking," he says to no one in particular. He can never have her, and he's always been able to have anything he wants. Maybe that's why he finds her so appealing. The forbidden factor. He wants Chloe because he cant have her. He cant buy her, or charm her for that matter. She seems to have some sort of immunity towards the luthor charm. But that couldn't be it. He couldn't explain why it wasn't, he just knew.
And it want just her beauty that inspired his attraction, but who she really was. A feisty, creative, quick-witted, free-spirited, and at times, very weird and unusual person. The infamous Wall-of-Weird proved this last statement. But above all her "weirdness," she was also kind, and sweet, and the total opposite of what Lex usually went after. That must be another reason her liked her so much. Because she was different.
Lex came out of his daze at the sound of the knock on the door.
"Come in!" Lex growled. He hated being disturbed when thinking of such delicate matters.
"Your paper, sir," the maid said as she cautiously entered his office. Her head down the entire distance between the door, his desk, and back out to the hall, closing the door noiselessly behind her.
Why had he done that? He hadn't meant to act so Luthorish, it just came out like that sometimes. He glanced down at his desk.
The Torch.
Neatly folded, and appropriately centered on his desk. Making a quick mental note to apologize to the maid with a bouquet of flowers(wouldn't want her running off to the nearest tabloid sprouting off stories about his "abuse" towards his employees, Chloe would love that.) Chloe. Lex's mind began to wander again. no, must concentrate. He slowly picked up the paper from off his desk, anticipating what he was about to read.
"Ahh,"," Cafeteria Food, Your Last Meal, by Chloe Sullivan," Lex began to read. An article about the meatloaf being laced with meteor rocks to improve the minds of the students was front page news. He laughed at the absurdity of it all. Lex made sure to read every issue of The Torch. Just to be caught up on the news in the high school, of course, nothing to do with the fact that Chloe was a major part of the paper, of course not, it was merely for educational purposes and idle curiosity. Yes, but curiosity killed the cat.
And so it nearly did when he came to the last page, where Lex almost choked on the nothingness in his mouth. "Who's next," by Chloe Sullivan. He read through the article quickly. It discussed the fact that his father had just shut down two major plants in the midwest, and Chloe was ranting on about whether or not the citizens of Smallville, who work in the nearby plant, will be next. Of course, this made no difference to Lex, who was quite used to people talking like this, even if it was Chloe. But the last sentence was what really got him "choked up."
"And if a Mr. Lex Luthor, Lionel Luthor's pretentious, self-proclaimed playboy son, follows in his father's footsteps, which he seems to be doing quite well so far at, I have no doubt that the simple-minded man-behind-the-suit, will do the same."
Boy she's got guts. Her father WORKED for him. He could easily fire him if he wished(one of the only reasons he was now keeping him on was to keep close to Chloe somehow.) But, he had a feeling she either had no idea he would find out about this article, or she knew that if he fired her father she could sue the pants off him. Although, she wouldn't have to sue him to get his pants off.
"Okay, that's enough!" he shouted. surprised by his sudden and unexpected outburst, he silently whispered, "Why me?"
why me?
Lex sat alone in his overly elaborate bedroom, decorated with pieces of art that he never would have chosen to put in there in the first place, but just never had the time to pay someone to remove them. at the moment, he was glancing out the window, actually watching a bird fly in relatively clear sky. He was absently rolling an ancient relic that his mother had bought in Egypt just a year before she became ill. She had bought it for Lex to remind him that no matter where she went she was always thinking of him.
And at that moment he thinking of her. He missed his mother greatly. Not a day went by that he didn't think of her. Of the lullabies that she'd sing to him when he'd awoken from a nightmare(of course his father was never told about this, who knows what he would have done if he'd have known that his wife had to sing his son to sleep almost every night after the meteor shower). There was one night when he'd woken up, that not even his mothers serene voice could put him to sleep, so she curled up next to him, and stroked his head until he fell into a deep slumber. But that had only happened once, because the next morning he'd awoken to find his father yelling at his mother for treating him like baby. Of course she stood up to him, but in the end, he won, he always won.
Lex wiped away the silent tear that had fallen from his eye, and swore.
He hated his father. He hated the fact that Lionel Luthor was his father. He would give anything to have had his mother be with him now, and his father six feet under.
"As if that were deep enough," Lex said softly.
He decided that he needed to get his mind off of the subject, so he strolled down to his office.
He opened the drapes that were concealing the outside world. He sat down in his chair, leaned back, and noticed the papers on his desk.
"Ah, yes, homework," he said with a note of resentment, "How many lives will I destroy this week?"
Lex hated his job. His fathers job. A job passed down to him unfortunately. He hated the fact that people feared him. hated him. Resented him. But it wasn't his fault that he was sculpted in his fathers image. He would have give anything to be a normal kid. To have had normal friends, normal girlfriends, a normal life. Hell, he'd love to just have the pressure of writing college essays write now. But no he was "blessed" with the privilege of having the friends his father picked out for him, the supermodel girlfriends with absolutely no personality whatsoever, the premature baldness, and the above average intelligence. Yes, Lex Luthor does admit to having a very complex mind. But, yet, this still was not a good trait. You see, it takes a lot to keep up with him. Not many are up to the challenge. But, then again, there are the occasional few who are. And that's when his mind drifted to the one thing that it usually does nowadays.
"Chloe."
Yep, Chloe Sullivan, the ambitious young blonde reporter, of whom Lex can, for some reason, not get off his mind. He knows it's wrong to feel this way, "she's only a child." But not exactly, She's the only one who can come close to defeating him, verbally that is. And that's what matters. He needed someone to be able to keep him on his toes, to get his mind working in ways that it has long since forgotten. Chloe was the only one who could do that.
It all started awhile ago, his attraction to her. It was at the sort of interview that the two of them almost had. Before that, everything had been normal. She had just been "Clark's friend." Now she was...Well, he didn't know what she was. He just knew he wanted her.
There were so many things about her that he liked, that he couldn't pick just one thing he liked best. She's beautiful, no doubt about that. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her hairs the color of the sun. Yet its more than that. She has a kind of innocence about her, yet she is anything but innocent. She has a spark. Something that seems to show up more when she's angry. And he cant see why Clark doesn't see it. Yes, he knows Chloe's in love with Clark, but he doesn't care. Its just one more obstacle he has to overcome with her.
"What am I thinking," he says to no one in particular. He can never have her, and he's always been able to have anything he wants. Maybe that's why he finds her so appealing. The forbidden factor. He wants Chloe because he cant have her. He cant buy her, or charm her for that matter. She seems to have some sort of immunity towards the luthor charm. But that couldn't be it. He couldn't explain why it wasn't, he just knew.
And it want just her beauty that inspired his attraction, but who she really was. A feisty, creative, quick-witted, free-spirited, and at times, very weird and unusual person. The infamous Wall-of-Weird proved this last statement. But above all her "weirdness," she was also kind, and sweet, and the total opposite of what Lex usually went after. That must be another reason her liked her so much. Because she was different.
Lex came out of his daze at the sound of the knock on the door.
"Come in!" Lex growled. He hated being disturbed when thinking of such delicate matters.
"Your paper, sir," the maid said as she cautiously entered his office. Her head down the entire distance between the door, his desk, and back out to the hall, closing the door noiselessly behind her.
Why had he done that? He hadn't meant to act so Luthorish, it just came out like that sometimes. He glanced down at his desk.
The Torch.
Neatly folded, and appropriately centered on his desk. Making a quick mental note to apologize to the maid with a bouquet of flowers(wouldn't want her running off to the nearest tabloid sprouting off stories about his "abuse" towards his employees, Chloe would love that.) Chloe. Lex's mind began to wander again. no, must concentrate. He slowly picked up the paper from off his desk, anticipating what he was about to read.
"Ahh,"," Cafeteria Food, Your Last Meal, by Chloe Sullivan," Lex began to read. An article about the meatloaf being laced with meteor rocks to improve the minds of the students was front page news. He laughed at the absurdity of it all. Lex made sure to read every issue of The Torch. Just to be caught up on the news in the high school, of course, nothing to do with the fact that Chloe was a major part of the paper, of course not, it was merely for educational purposes and idle curiosity. Yes, but curiosity killed the cat.
And so it nearly did when he came to the last page, where Lex almost choked on the nothingness in his mouth. "Who's next," by Chloe Sullivan. He read through the article quickly. It discussed the fact that his father had just shut down two major plants in the midwest, and Chloe was ranting on about whether or not the citizens of Smallville, who work in the nearby plant, will be next. Of course, this made no difference to Lex, who was quite used to people talking like this, even if it was Chloe. But the last sentence was what really got him "choked up."
"And if a Mr. Lex Luthor, Lionel Luthor's pretentious, self-proclaimed playboy son, follows in his father's footsteps, which he seems to be doing quite well so far at, I have no doubt that the simple-minded man-behind-the-suit, will do the same."
Boy she's got guts. Her father WORKED for him. He could easily fire him if he wished(one of the only reasons he was now keeping him on was to keep close to Chloe somehow.) But, he had a feeling she either had no idea he would find out about this article, or she knew that if he fired her father she could sue the pants off him. Although, she wouldn't have to sue him to get his pants off.
"Okay, that's enough!" he shouted. surprised by his sudden and unexpected outburst, he silently whispered, "Why me?"
