Angels Fear To Tread
Rush - spun the only way it should be, the Chlex way.
Pairing: Chloe/Lex, er, Chloe and almost everyone else to some extent!
Rating: R for language and smut. This one is getting dirty, people!
Summary: We all know that this is what should really happen in 'Rush'. I mean, really, is the woman blind? Perhaps they mixed hers and Lionel's test results up? Anyway, rant over. This takes a wee while to get going with the good Chlex, so be patient! Smut coming soon. The chapters are pretty short, so I'll be updating fairly quickly. This isn't beta-ed, so there's no-one to blame except me. Please R&R, this is my first Chlex, and only my second ever fanfic. I need direction and encouragement. Please nurture me!
Disclaimer: Yes, indeed I am the owner of WB, but despite my massive power and influence I can't make the writers get Chloe and Lex together. Damn those artists! Damn them! Really, not mine, just for fun, please don't sue.
Archiving: Please ask first. All reviews gratefully received at skeptik@lycos.co.uk
Chapter 2
The Torch wouldn't edit itself, and Chloe had found that throwing herself into work was often the best way to forget about her problems. So that lunchtime she found herself as usual, up to her elbows in records and files. After all, she had plenty to do, what with research into Travis' death, as well as the deaths of two other students immediately following the rave. Unfortunately, though, Chloe's problems usually turned up and bit her on the ass, or in this case sidled into the office, looking nonetheless like a teen wet dream.
"Clark." Chloe didn't do much to hide her anger and discomfort at his sudden appearance, although he seemed fairly oblivious. "Isn't that always the way!" she though venomously, engaging herself in an I'm-much-to-busy-to- talk whirl of activity. Uncomprehendingly as ever, he started into the topic of the rave, and despite herself Chloe found herself caught up in the discussion. Her concern for Pete did away with her final reserves of anger, and before she knew it she'd agreed to go to the caves with Clark.
"I'm an idiot." she thought to herself as she ducked into the cool darkness. "I don't even feel the same way about him as I used to." She looked up at her erstwhile object of desire a little wistfully. "Here I am getting all worked up about him and Lana being happy when there are so much more important things happening all around me." She started snapping pictures of the paintings, trying to find some evidence of what had caused the teenagers to go off the rails. Noticing a promising crevice, and ever the intrepid reporter, she stuck her hand in and came away with fingers covered in sticky goo for her trouble. She was just peering in, trying to get a good look at whatever was inside, when she was shocked by a shout behind her. Whirling around, she found herself face to face with an extremely angry and unpleasant little man that she'd never seen before. Behind him was Lex Luthor, his expression unreadable.
Just as the stranger was launching into a rant about the paintings, Chloe felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, like a bee sting. Suddenly everything went blurry round the edges, and she felt woozy like she'd had one too many glasses of wine. Clutching her neck and looking at the man shouting at her, she suddenly found that she really didn't give much of a fuck about him or his shitty cave paintings. Luckily for him, he had turned his attention to Lex, and was ranting at him instead. Chloe slipped off her coat to reveal her slinky red top and climbed further up her ledge to get away from all the noise. The higher she climbed, the better she felt, so she got as high as she could.
"I have had a shitty day until now," she thought, revelling in her own good mood. Looking down, she realised everyone was shouting at her to get down. "Yeah, they all want me to be down like them. Well I'm getting out of here before this little shindig gets any more tedious." Smiling, she climbed down and grabbed Clark, who she realised, in a sudden flash of inspiration, was an extremely hot boy.
Just as she was about to follow that lovely toned butt in tight blue jeans out of the cave, the obnoxious bad breath dwarf had the temerity to try to take her camera. Not that she gave a good damn about the dull pictures of the dull cave, but she definitely thought a camera might come in useful for some of the nasty little schemes already forming in her head. Particularly if Clark helped her out with a definite itch she could feel needed scratched and soon.
"You can kiss my ass." she said, all sweetness and light, to the stranger. As she said it, though, she found her eyes locked onto Lex's. She couldn't read the expression there, couldn't tell if he approved or disapproved, and quite frankly she didn't care. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop herself brushing against him more than was strictly necessary, keeping her eyes locked to his, and enjoying the softness of his coat against her bare cleavage. At the last moment she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of his cologne, hot from his skin and reminding her of exotic countries and rain in the spring. Opening her eyes she found him still staring after her.
"I wonder what you taste like?" She whispered to him as Clark pulled her behind him, lips curled in a smirk at the shock on Lex's face as she turned to follow her friend out into the sunlight.
"Let's go find Pete, Clark!" she announced, thinking that at least Pete would be up for a good time. Much as she wanted to do some serious journalistic investigation into the finer points of Clark's physique, she could tell that he wasn't in the mood, for some unknown reason. And she couldn't for the life of her remember why. "Poor boy," she thought, grabbing his arm. "He never seems to relax. I'll have to find some way to help him unwind." Licking her lips at the prospect, she followed him to his truck.
"OK, Chloe, we can try his house first, maybe someone will have some idea where he is. Then we'd better head back to school." Clark smiled down at his golden haired friend, glad that she was helping him. "Good old Chloe," he thought, "its great that things are finally getting back to normal between us."
Rush - spun the only way it should be, the Chlex way.
Pairing: Chloe/Lex, er, Chloe and almost everyone else to some extent!
Rating: R for language and smut. This one is getting dirty, people!
Summary: We all know that this is what should really happen in 'Rush'. I mean, really, is the woman blind? Perhaps they mixed hers and Lionel's test results up? Anyway, rant over. This takes a wee while to get going with the good Chlex, so be patient! Smut coming soon. The chapters are pretty short, so I'll be updating fairly quickly. This isn't beta-ed, so there's no-one to blame except me. Please R&R, this is my first Chlex, and only my second ever fanfic. I need direction and encouragement. Please nurture me!
Disclaimer: Yes, indeed I am the owner of WB, but despite my massive power and influence I can't make the writers get Chloe and Lex together. Damn those artists! Damn them! Really, not mine, just for fun, please don't sue.
Archiving: Please ask first. All reviews gratefully received at skeptik@lycos.co.uk
Chapter 2
The Torch wouldn't edit itself, and Chloe had found that throwing herself into work was often the best way to forget about her problems. So that lunchtime she found herself as usual, up to her elbows in records and files. After all, she had plenty to do, what with research into Travis' death, as well as the deaths of two other students immediately following the rave. Unfortunately, though, Chloe's problems usually turned up and bit her on the ass, or in this case sidled into the office, looking nonetheless like a teen wet dream.
"Clark." Chloe didn't do much to hide her anger and discomfort at his sudden appearance, although he seemed fairly oblivious. "Isn't that always the way!" she though venomously, engaging herself in an I'm-much-to-busy-to- talk whirl of activity. Uncomprehendingly as ever, he started into the topic of the rave, and despite herself Chloe found herself caught up in the discussion. Her concern for Pete did away with her final reserves of anger, and before she knew it she'd agreed to go to the caves with Clark.
"I'm an idiot." she thought to herself as she ducked into the cool darkness. "I don't even feel the same way about him as I used to." She looked up at her erstwhile object of desire a little wistfully. "Here I am getting all worked up about him and Lana being happy when there are so much more important things happening all around me." She started snapping pictures of the paintings, trying to find some evidence of what had caused the teenagers to go off the rails. Noticing a promising crevice, and ever the intrepid reporter, she stuck her hand in and came away with fingers covered in sticky goo for her trouble. She was just peering in, trying to get a good look at whatever was inside, when she was shocked by a shout behind her. Whirling around, she found herself face to face with an extremely angry and unpleasant little man that she'd never seen before. Behind him was Lex Luthor, his expression unreadable.
Just as the stranger was launching into a rant about the paintings, Chloe felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, like a bee sting. Suddenly everything went blurry round the edges, and she felt woozy like she'd had one too many glasses of wine. Clutching her neck and looking at the man shouting at her, she suddenly found that she really didn't give much of a fuck about him or his shitty cave paintings. Luckily for him, he had turned his attention to Lex, and was ranting at him instead. Chloe slipped off her coat to reveal her slinky red top and climbed further up her ledge to get away from all the noise. The higher she climbed, the better she felt, so she got as high as she could.
"I have had a shitty day until now," she thought, revelling in her own good mood. Looking down, she realised everyone was shouting at her to get down. "Yeah, they all want me to be down like them. Well I'm getting out of here before this little shindig gets any more tedious." Smiling, she climbed down and grabbed Clark, who she realised, in a sudden flash of inspiration, was an extremely hot boy.
Just as she was about to follow that lovely toned butt in tight blue jeans out of the cave, the obnoxious bad breath dwarf had the temerity to try to take her camera. Not that she gave a good damn about the dull pictures of the dull cave, but she definitely thought a camera might come in useful for some of the nasty little schemes already forming in her head. Particularly if Clark helped her out with a definite itch she could feel needed scratched and soon.
"You can kiss my ass." she said, all sweetness and light, to the stranger. As she said it, though, she found her eyes locked onto Lex's. She couldn't read the expression there, couldn't tell if he approved or disapproved, and quite frankly she didn't care. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop herself brushing against him more than was strictly necessary, keeping her eyes locked to his, and enjoying the softness of his coat against her bare cleavage. At the last moment she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of his cologne, hot from his skin and reminding her of exotic countries and rain in the spring. Opening her eyes she found him still staring after her.
"I wonder what you taste like?" She whispered to him as Clark pulled her behind him, lips curled in a smirk at the shock on Lex's face as she turned to follow her friend out into the sunlight.
"Let's go find Pete, Clark!" she announced, thinking that at least Pete would be up for a good time. Much as she wanted to do some serious journalistic investigation into the finer points of Clark's physique, she could tell that he wasn't in the mood, for some unknown reason. And she couldn't for the life of her remember why. "Poor boy," she thought, grabbing his arm. "He never seems to relax. I'll have to find some way to help him unwind." Licking her lips at the prospect, she followed him to his truck.
"OK, Chloe, we can try his house first, maybe someone will have some idea where he is. Then we'd better head back to school." Clark smiled down at his golden haired friend, glad that she was helping him. "Good old Chloe," he thought, "its great that things are finally getting back to normal between us."
