Chapter 6: The one I can't be bothered to name

Okay. Hmmmm...Chloe threw a dart at her Wall of Weird. All right then. She opened her eyes and looked to see which strange happening she would be tracking today. Oh Crap. Lana. Of all the places on this entire wall to hit, I hit Lana. Right in the heart. I have to admit, it's kinda funny though. And just a tad ironic.

"What's ironic?" Well two can play this. It's not like I'm totally oblivious to what's happening. Oh, I was just throwing darts, and I ended up hitting you right in the heart. Strange, isn't it. Smooth. Oh yeah, Chloe 1 - Lana 0.

"Isn't it though?" Good comeback. 1-all. Wow. Damn Lana, you are looking fine today. Did I mention that I love your purse? And your hair looks really sexy when you braid it. You should wear it like that more often. Your skin is so smooth. Wow...it really is, soft and silky. Some cliché, Sullivan. For an aspiring journalist in the big-time you come up with some serious crap.

And enter Clark. Damn him. I love him to pieces, but dammit! Clark. Smile. How can the Talon help you. More smiling.

"I was just looking for Pete? Have you seen him?"

And, ummm, why are you looking for Pete?

"Cuz he's the token black-guy in this show, and *K. Ackles* says that he needs to make an appearance in this fic, otherwise someone in this great wide world will accuse her of racism. And she doesn't feel like putting up with a lawsuit at the moment, because she needs to study. So like I just said. Where's Pete?"

Okay Clark, I'm not even going to pretend I understood any of that. But no, I haven't seen Pete. And if you don't mind, Lana and I are trying to work on this. He's probably off somewhere with his *new* best friend, Jockstrap.

"Okay then, well, I need to go find him, so *K.* doesn't get sued. So excuse me. Maybe he'll bring you some coffee later, or something useless, yet inclusive."

Coffee...mmmm...coffee, espresso please, and bagels, with cream cheese. And tell him to knock before he comes in. Thanks Clark. Say hi to Alexander for me. Wow, Lana, you have amazing eyes. I think I'm lost...

Now where were we?

"We were just about to run off the draft copy of next week's Torch so you can proof read it later."

This damn printer is jammed again. Dammit! Let's see if this works. Youch! Dammit! That smarts!

"Here. Let me have a look"

No problem, look to your hearts content, and then we can get on with this damn paper. Somedays I wonder why I don't quit. And then I 'conveniently' remember that being editor of the school paper gives me the platform to launch my career as a journalist. And more importantly, I can work until dark, and then on my way home, I can't see all of those creepy blue flowers which litter this Kansas hell-hole. And Chloe, in case you didn't notice, Lana is sucking on your hand, and you are thinking about those bizarre blue flowers. But they're just so wr- Pete! Learn how to knock boy! Thanks for the coffee. I'm in the middle of something at the moment, but thanks for that quick appearance. Bye. And just as Lana is about to pick back up where she left off, farmboy pitches up again. GO AWAY FARMBOY!

"Ok, so that was Pete, and he made his appearance, so *K. Ackles* would like to say that now she can't be sued. Back to the way you were." And Clark sped, very literally, out the door and over to Lex's, where they were getting on at the mansion (just in case you missed that part).

And so Lana and Chloe ended up spending the night at the office. I don't feel like getting into all the kinky little details of what happened that night, but I suspect that you have read enough other fiction to put whatever you want here. But no S&M. Just good, clean, Kansas hell-hole fun, all right.