Disclaimers and such in part 1

Part 2

She settled down into the driver's seat and fastened the seatbelt. Then she turned to him, "Look, I'll apologize again. It had been a totally sucky day for me. I told Clark that we're better off being friends, and he agreed with me…no arguments at all! And then just now in the Torch office, I was deleting the photos of Clark and I at the prom, but when it came down to it…I find myself not being able to delete them at all. So right now, they're sitting in the 'Recycle Bin', a pathetic reminder of our so-called 'relationship.'"

He looked at her and said quietly, "I accept your apology."

"Good."

She gunned the accelerator down on the Porsche, glad that they're in Hickville, because that was a wide, empty span of road for her to go as fast as she want, cows wandering onto said road exempted. She grinned at the responsiveness of the Porsche engine, where it smoothly transited from zero to eighty miles per hour. As she relentlessly pressed the accelerator down, the speedometer showed that she was traveling along speeds of 150 miles per hour. She laughed at the sheer power that was under her hands, the sights at the side all blurred and indistinguishable. This was definitely what she needed.

Lex looked at her. The girl who had been walking so despondently on the road when he past her by was no more. He had stopped because her aura had struck an echoing resonance in him. Suddenly he felt that he had to tell her what had happened to him. He touched her leg gently. She turned to look at him and implicitly knew what he wanted. So she took her foot off the accelerator, and instead, slowly pushed the brake down.

When the car finally came to a stop, he said, "My father blames me for keeping him alive." His voice hitched at the last word. Chloe took off her seatbelt and his, and then hugged him fiercely. At her touch, he broke down.

She felt his tears soaking through her shirt and considered herself honored. The always-poised Lex Luthor had always kept his true emotions well hidden; yet here he was, shedding his tears before a teenager, and a reporter at that. But she would not cheapen this moment by writing about it and publishing it in the Torch; no, this would be a moment exclusive to Lex Luthor and Chloe Sullivan.

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