Chapter 2

So within two months she had been to a beautiful wedding of a Dr Helen Bryce and A Mr Alexander Luthor. She had covered the wedding free of charge. But when it came down to it, it was simply because she couldn't write the piece. She called upon Clark and he wrote it with her. He watched her cry and slink away from him. She curled up in his lap and drenched a patch of his shirt. He saw her breaking away from everything.

"You loved him, didn't you?" Clark asked her one day.

She took a lonely drag off her cigar and nodded, "Which means I should stop moping and be happy for him."

Clark just hugged and let her lean into him. He loved Chloe. He loved her more than life itself. But he couldn't be what she needed. He couldn't be her Lex.

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"Chloe, I love you, you know that right?" Clark had called out to her from the upstairs loft.

"Yes Clark, I know that." She had been sitting reading the paper on the couch. They had been roommates since she had attended the wedding. Clark had insisted on living together because she was such a wreck. She knew it though and hey, why not have a super hero live with you. It could be fun. He could light off the fireplace with the blink of an eye.

"Then put your coffee down and turn to the middle of the paper."

She flipped open the paper to the middle crease and spit her coffee out all over the page. She blinked her eyes wide open.

"Luthor-Bryce marriage enolled" the title read. Beneath it were two shots of them. One holding hands, both looking forlorn and the other of their wedding. The same look plastered on their faces in both pictures.

Clark was sitting up in the loft of the apartment, it was his favorite room, maybe because it reminded him of Smallville and his fortress of solitude as Chloe always joked. He jumped over the railing landing on his feet. This used to scare the crap out of Chloe until he held her in his arms and did it with her. Since then it had become a daily routine. Who needed a fireman's pole when you could just float yourself down.

He looked at her with sparkling eyes. "So?" he said clearly giddy.

"So?" Chloe eyed him with a straight face.

"Well, go see him..make it all better.tell him how you feel."

Chloe's eye twinkled just a bit and she jumped up and down clapping her hands. "He's not married, he's not married."

Clark laughed at her and made her stop. "Don't hurt yourself."

Chloe stopped jumping and threw herself into Clark's arms. "oh, Clarkbar. I wonder what he'll say."

Clark grinned, "They'll probably say, 'Oh, god, look at that hussy all over that newly divorced man.'"

Chloe smacked his arm and winced from his man-o-steel biceps. "Clark, you should really learn how not to flex."

"And not show off these guns?" Chloe snorted at his comment with laughter.

"You are such a dork, Clark Kent."

Clark smiled his big dumb doofy smile. "I know," he winked.