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 3

Chloe felt like she was walking on air as she prowled the halls of Smallville High. "Why does this place normally intimidate me so much? Its so ridiculously cow town!" She smiled and blew a kiss at a group of cheerleaders gathered round the lockers. The look on their faces was priceless, and she snapped a picture and laughed out loud.

"Now what am I supposed to be wasting my time on at this particular moment?" she thought, dropping the camera on her office desk. "God, yeah! Its English next. On a beautiful day like today, though, I think I'd rather be dead than deciphering Shakespeare in some stuffy classroom." Throwing open the window of the Torch office, she saw an officially cute guy passing by outside, and suddenly thought of a far more entertaining use of her time.

"Hey baby," she called out to him, bracing her arms above her head on the window frame, and adopting her most seductive Lex-like smirk, "you think you could pop in here... for a minute?" The hottie nodded vigorously and jogged round the corner into school, fair hair gleaming in the sunlight. Chloe grinned to herself as she dropped into her desk chair and pulled her cherry lip-gloss out of her bag. "How very appropriate," she thought as she coated her lips with the sweet salve, "but not for long..."

Just as she was getting thoroughly overheated by the long steamy make out session against the layout desk "Snicker, very appropriate!" she and her brand new beau were rudely interrupted by her own personal fantasy boy barging into the office.

"Chloe!" The shock on Clark's face was obvious, and she was beginning to wonder if he would ever get down off his high horse to roll in the hay with her. Only if she lost about two inches in height, and developed shit-brown hair and cow eyes overnight, she thought nastily.

"Clark, this is Dave. We met in the hall."

"Its Steve, actually." The poor schmuck still looked hopeful, bless him.

"Whatever, you can go." He was getting boring, anyway. Besides, Clark definitely had the edge as far as foxiness was concerned.

"Can I get your number?" he said, following her to her desk. She almost felt sorry for him.

"Dave, its no good. The thrill has gone." *Almost* felt sorry for him. God, it was pathetic how easy it was to lead men around by their dicks. Why had she never realised this before? She waved him away and turned her attention to the next boy seeking her attention, i.e. Clark.

As Clark filled her in on the latest details of Pete's mysterious malady, Chloe just couldn't be bothered paying attention. Instead, she pulled a big strawberry lollipop out of her desk and started sucking it just the way she would have liked to suck on Clark. "Just how much of a man of steel are you, Mr Kent?" she thought lasciviously, swirling the candy around her tongue and licking the end with relish.

"Um, Chloe?" Clark looked decidedly uncomfortable, and Chloe realised with some amusement that she hadn't heard a word he'd said, she'd been far too busy watching his mouth and imagining all the filthy uses she could put it to. Still, it didn't take a rocket scientist to work out what he would have been asking her. Such a shame, really.

"So, you want me to do a little research, dig about, get some information?" Her tone was laden with venom, but still poor Clark blundered on regardless.

"Yeah, that's the general idea Chloe. Pete's in danger and things could get a lot worse." Like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Hmmm. Just when were you going to tell me about your date with Lana?" She kept her voice low, using the lollipop as a prop to keep from looking at him.

"What?" Oh yes, he was uncomfortable now, eyes fixed on the big red candy sliding in and out of her lips and totally disconcerted by the sudden change of tack.

Eyes like green shards of glass flicked up to bore into his, like a mugger pinning their victim against a wall.

"So now you want me to be your own personal search engine, "Good little Chloe, she knows how to find things out". God, I am so fucking tired of your shit, Clark." Voice still dangerously low, she leant forward to emphasise her point, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. "Maybe Pete's got the right idea, at least he's having some fun. What normal teenager would choose your frigid existence waiting for the thawing of the ice princess, when they could be having the time of their life with a very willing partner?" Point made, she modulated her tone to one of bored disdain. "Come back and see me when you've learnt how to use a computer."

Sitting back in her chair and resuming the loving of her lollipop, she watched as a shocked and bemused Clark backed out of the room. "That was entirely amusing," she thought with a giggle. "Poor lamb, maybe lil' Lana will lick it better." Somehow she doubted it.