Disclaimer: I don't own them but if I did Lex would be tied to my bed and....Oh sorry you don't want to hear that.
Summary: Futurefic. Chloe's life just came tumbling down around her ears.
Feedback: Please, please, I know I'm a starving artist but there's only so much one can take.
Archiving: Ask and ye shall receive.
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Ch.2 A Visitor
"Time for your medication Mrs. Montri," The pretty nurse's cheerful voice grated on her nerves, the only feeling she'd experienced since the accident.
"That isn't my name anymore." Her voice was rough from disuse and her throat felt like sandpaper. It had been two weeks and she didn't feel any closer to recovery, the scary thing was, she didn't care.
The tray that the nurse carried only held a small paper cup and an even smaller plastic one. She laid the tray on a swiveling table and sat on Chloe's bed. "You're going to have a visitor today Mrs. Montri, Lex Luthor." The nurse's smooth brow furrowed and she turned her pretty little mouth into a frown when, Chloe gave no response. "I have to say I'd be flustered to no end if Lex Luthor were going to personally visit me in the hospital, might even hinder my recovery even. If you don't mind me asking, how do you know him?"
She'd been waiting for that one. Lex had visited once before, with Clark, two days after the story of the bombing had hit the papers. He'd stayed outside the room letting Clark and Chloe have their time together. The hospital had been abuzz with the news that a Luthor was visiting one of their recently widowed patients. Apparently this nurse hadn't heard, "Actually, I do mind, but since you've already asked, I guess you'd call him an old friend from my Smallville days."
"Well it must be terribly exciting to know a billionaire, especially one as infamous as Mr. Luthor." The nurse lifted the plastic pill cup to Chloe's lips and forced her to swallow, following it with the paper cup. "Would you like me to do anything special with your hair for the occasion?"
"I hardly consider this an occasion so, no." The young woman's face fell at the harsh words and Chloe realized she was taking her situation out on the poor thing. "I'm sorry, thank you anyway."
"Don't worry about it Mrs. Montri, you've been through a lot. Do you need anything else?" The compassion written in her deep brown eyes tugged at Chloe's heart. When had she become the person everyone felt sorry for?
"Excuse me, Nurse.." Lex looked at the nametag pinned to the woman's ample bosom, "Kirsty I'd like to speak with Mrs. Montri alone. Is there any way you could give us a half-hour to ourselves? I'd greatly appreciate it."
At the sight of the tall male frame in the doorway Nurse Kirsty blushed and fluffed her chic red bob. "Of course Mr. Luthor. Let me know if you need anything." She scurried out the door, beaming under Lex's charming Luthor smile.
"Lex, you certainly can be, as Pete would say, 'smoove.'" Chloe thought that she should smile in welcome but her mouth wouldn't move correctly and she didn't really feel like it anyway.
"Well I've learned that in some situations honey really is better than vinegar. Besides, it will give her something to tell her friends." Smiles seemed to come easily for him today and the one he was shining on Chloe was tinged with sympathy.
Chloe ignored it, "I'm sure flirting with nurses isn't the only reason you're here, what do you want Lex?" She searched his face for a sign of what she should expect but all she saw was the sympathetic smile and hooded blue eyes.
"Do I have to be here for anything more than knowing if you're all right? Really Chloe, I'm hurt."
If it had been another day in another place with anyone else she may have laughed at the hurt expression on his face. "Please Lex, this isn't Smallville and we aren't exactly close. Are you going to tell me what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
He walked to the bed and sat at Chloe's feet running his hands over the metal railing. "Always one for the direct course of action, eh? Well I guess it's my turn then, Chloe what do you remember of the day of the bombing?"
Unable to hide her shock, Chloe felt the prickle of tears form at the back of her eyes and a small gasp escaped her lips. "That isn't something I want to talk about Lex." She turned towards the window trying to hide the moisture in her eyes; she didn't need Lex to see her crying. "I think you should leave now."
A weight shifted on the bed and Chloe could hear his footsteps move towards the door. "I'll be back tomorrow and I'll ask again. I'll keep coming back until you answer." The door opened and Lex was gone in a rustle of soft linen and expensive cologne.
Summary: Futurefic. Chloe's life just came tumbling down around her ears.
Feedback: Please, please, I know I'm a starving artist but there's only so much one can take.
Archiving: Ask and ye shall receive.
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Ch.2 A Visitor
"Time for your medication Mrs. Montri," The pretty nurse's cheerful voice grated on her nerves, the only feeling she'd experienced since the accident.
"That isn't my name anymore." Her voice was rough from disuse and her throat felt like sandpaper. It had been two weeks and she didn't feel any closer to recovery, the scary thing was, she didn't care.
The tray that the nurse carried only held a small paper cup and an even smaller plastic one. She laid the tray on a swiveling table and sat on Chloe's bed. "You're going to have a visitor today Mrs. Montri, Lex Luthor." The nurse's smooth brow furrowed and she turned her pretty little mouth into a frown when, Chloe gave no response. "I have to say I'd be flustered to no end if Lex Luthor were going to personally visit me in the hospital, might even hinder my recovery even. If you don't mind me asking, how do you know him?"
She'd been waiting for that one. Lex had visited once before, with Clark, two days after the story of the bombing had hit the papers. He'd stayed outside the room letting Clark and Chloe have their time together. The hospital had been abuzz with the news that a Luthor was visiting one of their recently widowed patients. Apparently this nurse hadn't heard, "Actually, I do mind, but since you've already asked, I guess you'd call him an old friend from my Smallville days."
"Well it must be terribly exciting to know a billionaire, especially one as infamous as Mr. Luthor." The nurse lifted the plastic pill cup to Chloe's lips and forced her to swallow, following it with the paper cup. "Would you like me to do anything special with your hair for the occasion?"
"I hardly consider this an occasion so, no." The young woman's face fell at the harsh words and Chloe realized she was taking her situation out on the poor thing. "I'm sorry, thank you anyway."
"Don't worry about it Mrs. Montri, you've been through a lot. Do you need anything else?" The compassion written in her deep brown eyes tugged at Chloe's heart. When had she become the person everyone felt sorry for?
"Excuse me, Nurse.." Lex looked at the nametag pinned to the woman's ample bosom, "Kirsty I'd like to speak with Mrs. Montri alone. Is there any way you could give us a half-hour to ourselves? I'd greatly appreciate it."
At the sight of the tall male frame in the doorway Nurse Kirsty blushed and fluffed her chic red bob. "Of course Mr. Luthor. Let me know if you need anything." She scurried out the door, beaming under Lex's charming Luthor smile.
"Lex, you certainly can be, as Pete would say, 'smoove.'" Chloe thought that she should smile in welcome but her mouth wouldn't move correctly and she didn't really feel like it anyway.
"Well I've learned that in some situations honey really is better than vinegar. Besides, it will give her something to tell her friends." Smiles seemed to come easily for him today and the one he was shining on Chloe was tinged with sympathy.
Chloe ignored it, "I'm sure flirting with nurses isn't the only reason you're here, what do you want Lex?" She searched his face for a sign of what she should expect but all she saw was the sympathetic smile and hooded blue eyes.
"Do I have to be here for anything more than knowing if you're all right? Really Chloe, I'm hurt."
If it had been another day in another place with anyone else she may have laughed at the hurt expression on his face. "Please Lex, this isn't Smallville and we aren't exactly close. Are you going to tell me what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
He walked to the bed and sat at Chloe's feet running his hands over the metal railing. "Always one for the direct course of action, eh? Well I guess it's my turn then, Chloe what do you remember of the day of the bombing?"
Unable to hide her shock, Chloe felt the prickle of tears form at the back of her eyes and a small gasp escaped her lips. "That isn't something I want to talk about Lex." She turned towards the window trying to hide the moisture in her eyes; she didn't need Lex to see her crying. "I think you should leave now."
A weight shifted on the bed and Chloe could hear his footsteps move towards the door. "I'll be back tomorrow and I'll ask again. I'll keep coming back until you answer." The door opened and Lex was gone in a rustle of soft linen and expensive cologne.
