A/N: Wow... I'm back already... the first part of this chapter was written on the road in the flat lands of Canada, with my brother singing the Ghostbusters theme song... lets just say it was a trying eight days...
The Flowers of Destiny
By S. Ann Smith
Chapter seven: Grovelling and Smallville
Grumbling to herself about husbands and influences, Chloe sat at her newly reclaimed desk in the humble offices of The Metropolis Beagle, and began to type some gossip story or another.
After all, she thought as she ferociously pounded on the keyboard, it was Lex's fault she was sitting here again, in the world of reporting and journalism, typing a story on some rich ass hole or another, because she had to start at the bottom of the ladder again, Luthor or not. Lex had convinced her, or rather carried her into the limo and continued to-persuade her to ask for her job back.
Felding, her editor, was not impressed. She smiled bitterly to herself, the words still ringing in her ears. "You make an ass out of this newspaper, you run off and marry a Luthor, and come back demanding for your job back. Luthor or no Luthor, you have to start at the bottom again just like everyone else."
It's not that she wasn't excited about getting her job back, it was that she didn't want to be reporting on the frivolous lives of movie stars and billionaires, she had her own at home. She didn't care that Bruce Wayne had a new sexpot, or that Bill Gates was getting an award for something or another. She also didn't care that Lex Luthor-wait, she read what was about her Lex. Yeah she didn't care that Lex Luthor, her own personal bald billionaire, was off in Tahiti with his new wife Cleo. Jeez, they hadn't even gotten her name right, and she right here, and Lex wasn't in Tahiti, he was at home. But she typed it out anyways, holding back her giggles, all the while wondering who came up with these ideas. She chuckled at what Lex would think when he read it.
"Hello, You're Luthor, right?" A girl's voice asked, looking at her suspiciously.
"Yeah, that's me." Chloe said not looking up from her angry typing.
"That's a strange first name," Another, more bubbly girl said quietly.
"It's a last name," Chloe said looking up at the two girls. "Can I help you? 'Cause if not, can you please leave me alone?" Her mind was screaming at them to fuck off, but she kept her face neutral.
"I'm Melanie, and this is Melody." The more serious one of the two said. Melanie had short black hair, with blue streaks in it.
Melody piped up, "We're the Mels!" Chloe shuddered, Melody reminded her of a very blonde Lana Lang. "Luthor, are you by any chance related to the Luthors?" Melody asked thinking for a second, obviously a first for the bubbly blonde.
" You could say that, more like married into the family." Chloe mumbled. This was why she didn't want to go back to work. Then again people like 'the Mels' were half of the reason Chloe hadn't wanted to be popular in high school.
"To who?" Melanie asked leaning closer. "Wait! I know you... you're MRS. LEX LUTHOR!"
"SHHHHHH!" Chloe shoved her hand over the girl's mouth. Her cover had been blown, and as the other reporters huddled around, all Chloe wanted to do was crawl under the desk and hide like she did in high school when Clark found out she was dating Lex. Only Pete was still in Smallville, married to the fairy princess slash coffee shop proprietor slash Miss Pregnant and Barefoot and all those other cliches Lana-esque. Pete can't save her any more, she sighed, and Lex is at work so far away, well at least down the road. Not even Clark could save her now.
"Get back to work and leave Luthor alone!" Felding shouted from his office, noticing Chloe's distress. After all, Mr. Luthor did pay him to keep an eye on her and make sure that she was safe.
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When work was over, Chloe climbed into the limo that was waiting for her. She nodded at the driver and turned on the television.
"And here's the latest on the string of serial murders in the small town of Smallville, just outside of Grandville." Chloe turned up the radio to hear more. Her dad still lived in Smallville, she gulped. "Still missing and presumed to be dead is Lucas Luthor, the youngest son of Lionel Luthor, and several other members of this small town. I'm Lucinda Leopold, Channel Six news."
"Marcus, drive me to Smallville."
"But Mrs. Luthor-"
"Drive me to Smallville." She said more forcefully. She had to know who was behind all of this. Call it reporter's intuition, she sighed. Damned intuition.
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Once in Smallville Chloe went directly to the Talon, and told Marcus to wait there for her, until she got back. She ordered a coffee from Mrs. Barefoot and Pregnant herself, and left the store through the back entrance. She searched and searched for the source of the trouble, but as trouble has it, it found her first.
TBC
.... should have an update for you pplz soon.... cause i'm home now..... but just incase, there is only one chapter left.....
