Title: Strength, Reserve, Control
Part: 3/?
Author: Cam
Author's Email: camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lionel, Clark/Lois, Chloe/Lex
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I'm not making anything off of these great characters. Honestly!
A/N: Please enjoy! Feedback greatly appreciated.
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THREE
Chloe dreamed about Clark.
It was a familiar place - a restaurant Clark liked to take her when they were together. He was laughing at her from across the table. She grinned back at him, shaking her head.
The lights were low, and tinkly piano music was playing. She knew the restaurant was more than he could afford, but she tried to make up for it by bringing he and Pete groceries.
The candle on their table blew out. Chloe looked up, filled with an irrational fear. Pete was standing at their table, dressed in a waiter's uniform. She felt inexplicably and immensely relieved to see him. He relit the candle.
"Chloe," Pete smiled at her and then at Clark. "Here, have this. It'll come in handy later."
"What is it?" Chloe said curiously.
From his ice bucket, Pete pulled out a dagger. It sparkled amber in the flickering light. "For when you stab Clark in the back," Pete leaned toward her, whispering confidentially.
"What?" Chloe looked at Clark, who seemed happily oblivious, shaking salt into his glass of water.
"You know," Pete grinned, "It's important."
"Pete -" Chloe blinked and suddenly, she and Clark were sitting on the beach. This REALLY didn't make sense, since they were in the middle of Kansas. In fact, Chloe didn't think Clark had ever even seen a beach before.
Clark was shaking salt (from the restaurant shaker) onto the sand, and Chloe found she was content to watch him.
"Hi." Lex was standing above them. Chloe had to squint to look up at him.
"Hi," Chloe said, with what she hoped was a seductive smile.
He dropped to the sand beside her, and began to rub her back. Chloe leaned into his touch. "Mmm."
"You like that?" Lex whispered into her ear, each breath on her ear sending delicious shivers up her spine.
"Yeah . . ." she looked over at Clark. "But-"
"Shh," Lex kissed her shoulder blade, and Chloe felt growing warmth spread through her.
"Oh, Lex," Chloe sighed. He pushed her down onto the soft sand, and covered her body with his. She gave a brief thought to Clark, who was sitting mere feet away, then turned her full attention back on the hot blue eyes staring into hers.
He kissed her, stroking her mouth with his tongue, languidly tasting her. "Is this what happened?" Lex murmured as his hands slid down her torso and over her hips.
"Mmm," Chloe was enjoying his ministrations far too much to answer.
"Was it, Chloe?" He was gripping her waist so hard it almost hurt.
"Lex?"
"Answer me." Any softness in his eyes disappeared. Instead of desire, there was a deep and permanent chill. "Is this what you did to hurt him?"
"Lex, I don't know . . ." Chloe looked over at Clark, whose pleasant expression had been replaced by one of immeasurable hurt. A tear dropped from his eye, hitting the sand. "Oh, Clark." She sat up.
Lex was smirking at her, mocking her. "You're such a whore."
"It wasn't like that, Lex! Clark, you have to believe me. What happened was an accident! It was just a kiss - you forgave me for it. You said you did."
"Of course I did, Chlo," Clark replied, almost pleasantly. "So that you'd least expect it when I came to murder you."
Lex handed Clark the dagger.
"You should have used it when you had the chance, Chloe." She wasn't sure who said it - their mouths were moving in tandem.
The knife glinted in the sunlight.
Chloe sat straight up in her bed. The room was flooded with light - she had left the curtains open the previous night.
There was a painful ache in her throat that she couldn't swallow away. Willing herself not to cry, Chloe reached for the telephone. She dialed the number she had memorized but never used.
"Hello?" His voice was groggy, thick with sleep.
"Hey," she said softly, wondering whether he'd recognized her or not.
"Who is this?" Chloe could picture him rubbing his eyes in confusion.
"It's Chloe."
Silence. There was a crackle over the line, and for a moment, she thought he may have hung up.
"Pete?"
"What do you want - scratch that, I'm sure Luthor takes care of all of your needs," Pete said roughly.
Funny that he'd used the same word Lionel had earlier. "Pete, I had to talk to someone - someone I trust."
"Chloe, we're not friends - we're not anything at all. Why don't you call Clark?" He said.
"Because I just dreamed that Clark tried to kill me. After Lex tried to seduce me."
"And I care because . . ."
"Because I'm unhappy, Pete. You once said 'I never want to see you blue.'"
"I was quoting the fucking Dave Matthews Band, Chloe. Besides, we were high at the time."
"I don't know what to do, Pete." Chloe sighed heavily into the receiver. "I'm so confused."
"About?" Pete seemed to be resigning himself to the phone call.
"Everything."
"Start with the most confusing, please."
"The baby that Lionel wants me to have."
"Say no."
"I can't."
"Well, it sounds like you're stuck." Pete sounded quite unsympathetic.
"Pete . . ."
"Chloe! What the hell do you want me to say? I can't fix this - you have to get out of this hole yourself."
Chloe bit back tears and shouted into the receiver, "I don't know what to do!" She couldn't hold back, and the floodgates burst.
"Listen, I'm going to chalk up this un-Chloe like behavior to being shaken by that dream."
Chloe held her sobs in, weeping softly.
"Chloe," Pete sighed, "I - damn, I have to go. Just hang in there, ok, and I'll try to talk to you soon."
"Ok," Chloe said softly, somehow knowing he wouldn't call back.
"I'm serious, Chlo. Your situation is hard for me, too, so you're going to have to be patient with me."
"All right Pete."
"Take care, ok?" He hung up without waiting for her to say goodbye.
Chloe sat for a while after returning the phone to its receiver. She had to get up - had to face Lionel and Lex and the whole world. But it was just so hard.
A tapping at the door.
"Chloe?"
It couldn't be -
"It's Lex. Can I talk to you?"
She stared at the door. The audacity of the man left her speechless.
The knob turned, and Chloe realized Lex was going to come in anyway. She pulled the downy quilt over herself. No need for Lex to see her lacy and ultra-short and chemise.
Damn. He was shirtless, just as he had been at the beach. Chloe cursed to herself and decided this was part of some big and horrendous practical joke. Without thinking, her eyes ran over his body, taking in his lean, wiry appearance. Her eyes reached Lex's face and she shook her head to clear it.
"What is it, Lex?"
He took a few careful steps forward, almost as if he expected her to throw a pillow or even a dagger at him. "Chloe, I'd like to apologize for my behavior last night-"
She cut him off. "Lex, I said we'd forget it. I already have."
"I need your assistance."
"In order to get the Tower?"
"Yes," he said.
"Lex, I don't know what I can do - Lionel is not an easy man to persuade," Chloe looked away, remembering how long it had taken her to convince him that her journalism obsession wasn't simply just a "phase."
"May I?" He gestured at the bed.
"Umm, sure," she smiled a tiny bit.
"Thank you." Lex looked immensely relieved, and for some reason, Chloe couldn't help but laugh. It was directed at herself as much as him.
Lex chuckled a little.
"So, do you have a plan?"
"Absolutely."
"What is it-"
"Chloe?" At the door. Lionel was outside her door. Chloe bit her lip.
"Answer him," Lex whispered.
"I'm getting ready!" Chloe called, cringing at the lie.
"Oh," there was a pause, and what sounded like a thump. "Well, come down as soon as you are."
"Sure thing, Li."
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
The knob turned.
"Sorry!" Chloe looked at Lex, who stood and walked over to the closet.
The knob turned more.
"Lionel, I'm really not decent!"
"I've seen plenty of nude women in my lifetime."
The door opened.
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tbc
Part: 3/?
Author: Cam
Author's Email: camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lionel, Clark/Lois, Chloe/Lex
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I'm not making anything off of these great characters. Honestly!
A/N: Please enjoy! Feedback greatly appreciated.
*~*~*~*
THREE
Chloe dreamed about Clark.
It was a familiar place - a restaurant Clark liked to take her when they were together. He was laughing at her from across the table. She grinned back at him, shaking her head.
The lights were low, and tinkly piano music was playing. She knew the restaurant was more than he could afford, but she tried to make up for it by bringing he and Pete groceries.
The candle on their table blew out. Chloe looked up, filled with an irrational fear. Pete was standing at their table, dressed in a waiter's uniform. She felt inexplicably and immensely relieved to see him. He relit the candle.
"Chloe," Pete smiled at her and then at Clark. "Here, have this. It'll come in handy later."
"What is it?" Chloe said curiously.
From his ice bucket, Pete pulled out a dagger. It sparkled amber in the flickering light. "For when you stab Clark in the back," Pete leaned toward her, whispering confidentially.
"What?" Chloe looked at Clark, who seemed happily oblivious, shaking salt into his glass of water.
"You know," Pete grinned, "It's important."
"Pete -" Chloe blinked and suddenly, she and Clark were sitting on the beach. This REALLY didn't make sense, since they were in the middle of Kansas. In fact, Chloe didn't think Clark had ever even seen a beach before.
Clark was shaking salt (from the restaurant shaker) onto the sand, and Chloe found she was content to watch him.
"Hi." Lex was standing above them. Chloe had to squint to look up at him.
"Hi," Chloe said, with what she hoped was a seductive smile.
He dropped to the sand beside her, and began to rub her back. Chloe leaned into his touch. "Mmm."
"You like that?" Lex whispered into her ear, each breath on her ear sending delicious shivers up her spine.
"Yeah . . ." she looked over at Clark. "But-"
"Shh," Lex kissed her shoulder blade, and Chloe felt growing warmth spread through her.
"Oh, Lex," Chloe sighed. He pushed her down onto the soft sand, and covered her body with his. She gave a brief thought to Clark, who was sitting mere feet away, then turned her full attention back on the hot blue eyes staring into hers.
He kissed her, stroking her mouth with his tongue, languidly tasting her. "Is this what happened?" Lex murmured as his hands slid down her torso and over her hips.
"Mmm," Chloe was enjoying his ministrations far too much to answer.
"Was it, Chloe?" He was gripping her waist so hard it almost hurt.
"Lex?"
"Answer me." Any softness in his eyes disappeared. Instead of desire, there was a deep and permanent chill. "Is this what you did to hurt him?"
"Lex, I don't know . . ." Chloe looked over at Clark, whose pleasant expression had been replaced by one of immeasurable hurt. A tear dropped from his eye, hitting the sand. "Oh, Clark." She sat up.
Lex was smirking at her, mocking her. "You're such a whore."
"It wasn't like that, Lex! Clark, you have to believe me. What happened was an accident! It was just a kiss - you forgave me for it. You said you did."
"Of course I did, Chlo," Clark replied, almost pleasantly. "So that you'd least expect it when I came to murder you."
Lex handed Clark the dagger.
"You should have used it when you had the chance, Chloe." She wasn't sure who said it - their mouths were moving in tandem.
The knife glinted in the sunlight.
Chloe sat straight up in her bed. The room was flooded with light - she had left the curtains open the previous night.
There was a painful ache in her throat that she couldn't swallow away. Willing herself not to cry, Chloe reached for the telephone. She dialed the number she had memorized but never used.
"Hello?" His voice was groggy, thick with sleep.
"Hey," she said softly, wondering whether he'd recognized her or not.
"Who is this?" Chloe could picture him rubbing his eyes in confusion.
"It's Chloe."
Silence. There was a crackle over the line, and for a moment, she thought he may have hung up.
"Pete?"
"What do you want - scratch that, I'm sure Luthor takes care of all of your needs," Pete said roughly.
Funny that he'd used the same word Lionel had earlier. "Pete, I had to talk to someone - someone I trust."
"Chloe, we're not friends - we're not anything at all. Why don't you call Clark?" He said.
"Because I just dreamed that Clark tried to kill me. After Lex tried to seduce me."
"And I care because . . ."
"Because I'm unhappy, Pete. You once said 'I never want to see you blue.'"
"I was quoting the fucking Dave Matthews Band, Chloe. Besides, we were high at the time."
"I don't know what to do, Pete." Chloe sighed heavily into the receiver. "I'm so confused."
"About?" Pete seemed to be resigning himself to the phone call.
"Everything."
"Start with the most confusing, please."
"The baby that Lionel wants me to have."
"Say no."
"I can't."
"Well, it sounds like you're stuck." Pete sounded quite unsympathetic.
"Pete . . ."
"Chloe! What the hell do you want me to say? I can't fix this - you have to get out of this hole yourself."
Chloe bit back tears and shouted into the receiver, "I don't know what to do!" She couldn't hold back, and the floodgates burst.
"Listen, I'm going to chalk up this un-Chloe like behavior to being shaken by that dream."
Chloe held her sobs in, weeping softly.
"Chloe," Pete sighed, "I - damn, I have to go. Just hang in there, ok, and I'll try to talk to you soon."
"Ok," Chloe said softly, somehow knowing he wouldn't call back.
"I'm serious, Chlo. Your situation is hard for me, too, so you're going to have to be patient with me."
"All right Pete."
"Take care, ok?" He hung up without waiting for her to say goodbye.
Chloe sat for a while after returning the phone to its receiver. She had to get up - had to face Lionel and Lex and the whole world. But it was just so hard.
A tapping at the door.
"Chloe?"
It couldn't be -
"It's Lex. Can I talk to you?"
She stared at the door. The audacity of the man left her speechless.
The knob turned, and Chloe realized Lex was going to come in anyway. She pulled the downy quilt over herself. No need for Lex to see her lacy and ultra-short and chemise.
Damn. He was shirtless, just as he had been at the beach. Chloe cursed to herself and decided this was part of some big and horrendous practical joke. Without thinking, her eyes ran over his body, taking in his lean, wiry appearance. Her eyes reached Lex's face and she shook her head to clear it.
"What is it, Lex?"
He took a few careful steps forward, almost as if he expected her to throw a pillow or even a dagger at him. "Chloe, I'd like to apologize for my behavior last night-"
She cut him off. "Lex, I said we'd forget it. I already have."
"I need your assistance."
"In order to get the Tower?"
"Yes," he said.
"Lex, I don't know what I can do - Lionel is not an easy man to persuade," Chloe looked away, remembering how long it had taken her to convince him that her journalism obsession wasn't simply just a "phase."
"May I?" He gestured at the bed.
"Umm, sure," she smiled a tiny bit.
"Thank you." Lex looked immensely relieved, and for some reason, Chloe couldn't help but laugh. It was directed at herself as much as him.
Lex chuckled a little.
"So, do you have a plan?"
"Absolutely."
"What is it-"
"Chloe?" At the door. Lionel was outside her door. Chloe bit her lip.
"Answer him," Lex whispered.
"I'm getting ready!" Chloe called, cringing at the lie.
"Oh," there was a pause, and what sounded like a thump. "Well, come down as soon as you are."
"Sure thing, Li."
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
The knob turned.
"Sorry!" Chloe looked at Lex, who stood and walked over to the closet.
The knob turned more.
"Lionel, I'm really not decent!"
"I've seen plenty of nude women in my lifetime."
The door opened.
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tbc