Don't own Smallville or anything of the sort else I would have Lex and
Chloe hook-up. Also you may have read this before so if you have this
takes place a few years after the last story occurred.
Cinq: Never See My Friend Again or Clark's Story
Strange was not the word going through my mind on September 21, 2003. The word was fucking-a, I had heard this guy that I would chill with while in Metropolis, he'd use that word when he had no words to describe how he was feeling or his reaction to something. I should mention he is a writer.
However I am going off on a tangent and the reason that Clark "son of bible thumping sheep Jonathan and Martha" Kent was using such foul language? Well I had just come back from my self-made exodus and was going to all my friends to apologize for deserting them and such. My father had given me a lecture on why I should apologize even though I think they would understand.
But this is Jonathan Kent we are talking about the man of a thousand morals and bible quotes. So I had to do it. My first stop was the Sullivan house. It would be two birds with one stone.
Apologize to Chloe for not telling her about me and Lana, and Lana for just leaving her and letting her watch as I rode off into the sunset high on a red meteor rock. Next stop would be Pete then last but not least Lex for not being at his wedding when I was the best man. But he had told me there would be no wedding.
As I drove up to the house I noticed a nice car sitting out front. I could already see the personalized license plates, "Lex 4" it was a small and probably could reach 0-60 in 5 seconds.
First I was delighted instead it would be three birds with one stone then finally Pete's. As I walked up to the car I should have wondered why exactly Lex would be over at 6 pm on a Tuesday but I was too caught up in the idea of what the hell I would say to everyone. I parked across the street from the house and started towards it, and as I bypassed the car. That's when I saw it from the corner of my eye.
A flash of blond hair from the back seat.
I stopped and pivoted slowly to see my best friend straddling my other best friend both caught up in the heat of passion evidently. All I could do was stare and I finally knew what that guy meant when he said fucking-a.
So I stood and stared then I heard a giggle coming from the car this was definitely not Chloe. Just some person who happened to have blond hair, making out with Lex in front of Chloe's house. That's when I saw it a flash of hazel eyes looking at me then followed by a gasp and the two quickly pulling away.
Following that my life became a little stranger, would be the choice explanation, but hell I could only think, fucking-a.
I learned how Chloe had started working for Lionel then one of her first accomplishments on the job, was she found out what happened to Lex and helped to save him. It turned out Helen had been plotting some weird way of extracting vengeance on, not Lionel but Lillian Luthor.
Helen was promptly put away in a mental ward some where in the Pacific. Then Chloe and Lex happened.
Progressively I was told. They said you could call it transference, lust but they were in love and so was I.
Sadly it was with Chloe, that old saying about not knowing what you've got til it's gone is true and well my father would have been saying a very loud told you so. However I did not know this at this point yet.
Instead I learned how my soul mate Lana had taken comfort in the arms of my best friend Pete. They both felt ashamed and didn't know how to tell me but in the end I was fine. The only reason was because of Chloe. Like I said before in love but did not know.
All I knew was that every time I watched her and Lex get more cozy the more I wanted to bash in Lex's skull or drag Chloe off to my fortress of solitude in a caveman like fashion. I did neither instead in some sadomasochist way I encouraged the relationship and became Lex's confidant regarding everything Chloe. I lived vicariously through him but when they got engaged, announced a coming child and eloped with me, Pete, Lana and Gabe in tow to witness the happy union, I realized my time was running short. I had to make my move to get Chloe, all I thought about was myself nothing more.
So a year later on September 21, 2004 I admitted to Chloe I loved her and that I was an alien. After she asked me to be her son's godfather I should add. I know selfish and such but I am digressing.
She hurt me by first hugging me and then saying she did not feel that way about me. Then she walked out leaving a stunned alien in her wake. I watched her car leave the driveway then drive out into the spring plain rain. In other words it was raining as hard as fucking possible. So I ran out into the rain to make sure she got home ok. I got there and was running along side her car and could hear her phone conversation with Lex.
I looked ahead and saw the drunk driver swerving and knew in the back of my mind that he would crash into Chloe. I didn't care though, she broke my heart and watched as the car hit Chloe's car.
I watched as her seat belt snap knocking her out then launching her through the windshield.
I watched as she was cut in half by the windshield and blood started pouring out of her.
I walked or ran I don't remember but I went over to the accident sight and saw my best friend laying there her eyes opened somewhat but a glassy look evident.
I looked down to see she ended at her torso her legs lying a foot away. Then I noticed how here stomach looked deflated and saw my godson and goddaughter lying there. My godson moving, his eyes open but not crying, his twin was not so lucky. Her innocent head lying inches away from her small eight month old body. Then he opened his eyes and looked at me with Chloe's exact eyes that had the look of "You could have prevented this, why didn't you?"
That's when I stopped seeing I only heard the sound of Lex yelling over the phone, my godson started crying and the distant sound of sirens in the distance.
I ran.
A few days later was the funeral. It was for the two of them. Chloe was in the casket with her daughter in her arms. Lillian was to be her name if she had lived; she had blond hair like Chloe but blue eyes like Lex's.
In the graveyard I stood on one side of the casket Lex on the other holding his son. I looked into his eyes once and saw some of the Lex my friend still alive. Lex named his son Gabriel Alexander Sullivan-Luthor then gave him to Gabe to raise. Lex disappeared into the recesses of the business world he didn't see much of his son. But what am I to talk I didn't see much of my adopted nephew since a week after his mother died I left Smallville to travel the world and find a way to fill the void that was made when Chloe died.
In other words I ran again another exodus in just a little over a year.
I finally returned for another funeral after six years.
This time if was for Gabe after raising his namesake that had Chloe's eyes he shot himself in the heart and Chloe's car. I got to the funeral and again I stood on one side, Lex on another and he was standing side by side with his son.
To his right was a short blonde woman he called her Faith or Hope or Mercy. She was his bodyguard and she looked remarkably like Chloe. But when she talked she evidently did not have Chloe's wit or flair and when you looked in her eyes none of the light that some how always seem to reflect in them. I felt a little bad for him but what can I say I work with a woman on the Daily Planet who has her personality, is her cousin and I save her every chance I get.
However at the graveyard when Gabe was being lowered into the ground I met his eyes and saw nothing. My friend Lex was dead.
Luthors can never die physically but emotionally?
Hell yes.
I would never see my friend again.
This has been re-edited but if something does not make sense please let me know I need criticism. (Note that I did not say I like it but if you like [or don't like] anything just let me know.) So just click on the little button down below. Come on you know you want to. Also please let me know if I should continue on this story at all. There is more, I have Pete, Lex and another but if it is hopeless please let me know.
Cinq: Never See My Friend Again or Clark's Story
Strange was not the word going through my mind on September 21, 2003. The word was fucking-a, I had heard this guy that I would chill with while in Metropolis, he'd use that word when he had no words to describe how he was feeling or his reaction to something. I should mention he is a writer.
However I am going off on a tangent and the reason that Clark "son of bible thumping sheep Jonathan and Martha" Kent was using such foul language? Well I had just come back from my self-made exodus and was going to all my friends to apologize for deserting them and such. My father had given me a lecture on why I should apologize even though I think they would understand.
But this is Jonathan Kent we are talking about the man of a thousand morals and bible quotes. So I had to do it. My first stop was the Sullivan house. It would be two birds with one stone.
Apologize to Chloe for not telling her about me and Lana, and Lana for just leaving her and letting her watch as I rode off into the sunset high on a red meteor rock. Next stop would be Pete then last but not least Lex for not being at his wedding when I was the best man. But he had told me there would be no wedding.
As I drove up to the house I noticed a nice car sitting out front. I could already see the personalized license plates, "Lex 4" it was a small and probably could reach 0-60 in 5 seconds.
First I was delighted instead it would be three birds with one stone then finally Pete's. As I walked up to the car I should have wondered why exactly Lex would be over at 6 pm on a Tuesday but I was too caught up in the idea of what the hell I would say to everyone. I parked across the street from the house and started towards it, and as I bypassed the car. That's when I saw it from the corner of my eye.
A flash of blond hair from the back seat.
I stopped and pivoted slowly to see my best friend straddling my other best friend both caught up in the heat of passion evidently. All I could do was stare and I finally knew what that guy meant when he said fucking-a.
So I stood and stared then I heard a giggle coming from the car this was definitely not Chloe. Just some person who happened to have blond hair, making out with Lex in front of Chloe's house. That's when I saw it a flash of hazel eyes looking at me then followed by a gasp and the two quickly pulling away.
Following that my life became a little stranger, would be the choice explanation, but hell I could only think, fucking-a.
I learned how Chloe had started working for Lionel then one of her first accomplishments on the job, was she found out what happened to Lex and helped to save him. It turned out Helen had been plotting some weird way of extracting vengeance on, not Lionel but Lillian Luthor.
Helen was promptly put away in a mental ward some where in the Pacific. Then Chloe and Lex happened.
Progressively I was told. They said you could call it transference, lust but they were in love and so was I.
Sadly it was with Chloe, that old saying about not knowing what you've got til it's gone is true and well my father would have been saying a very loud told you so. However I did not know this at this point yet.
Instead I learned how my soul mate Lana had taken comfort in the arms of my best friend Pete. They both felt ashamed and didn't know how to tell me but in the end I was fine. The only reason was because of Chloe. Like I said before in love but did not know.
All I knew was that every time I watched her and Lex get more cozy the more I wanted to bash in Lex's skull or drag Chloe off to my fortress of solitude in a caveman like fashion. I did neither instead in some sadomasochist way I encouraged the relationship and became Lex's confidant regarding everything Chloe. I lived vicariously through him but when they got engaged, announced a coming child and eloped with me, Pete, Lana and Gabe in tow to witness the happy union, I realized my time was running short. I had to make my move to get Chloe, all I thought about was myself nothing more.
So a year later on September 21, 2004 I admitted to Chloe I loved her and that I was an alien. After she asked me to be her son's godfather I should add. I know selfish and such but I am digressing.
She hurt me by first hugging me and then saying she did not feel that way about me. Then she walked out leaving a stunned alien in her wake. I watched her car leave the driveway then drive out into the spring plain rain. In other words it was raining as hard as fucking possible. So I ran out into the rain to make sure she got home ok. I got there and was running along side her car and could hear her phone conversation with Lex.
I looked ahead and saw the drunk driver swerving and knew in the back of my mind that he would crash into Chloe. I didn't care though, she broke my heart and watched as the car hit Chloe's car.
I watched as her seat belt snap knocking her out then launching her through the windshield.
I watched as she was cut in half by the windshield and blood started pouring out of her.
I walked or ran I don't remember but I went over to the accident sight and saw my best friend laying there her eyes opened somewhat but a glassy look evident.
I looked down to see she ended at her torso her legs lying a foot away. Then I noticed how here stomach looked deflated and saw my godson and goddaughter lying there. My godson moving, his eyes open but not crying, his twin was not so lucky. Her innocent head lying inches away from her small eight month old body. Then he opened his eyes and looked at me with Chloe's exact eyes that had the look of "You could have prevented this, why didn't you?"
That's when I stopped seeing I only heard the sound of Lex yelling over the phone, my godson started crying and the distant sound of sirens in the distance.
I ran.
A few days later was the funeral. It was for the two of them. Chloe was in the casket with her daughter in her arms. Lillian was to be her name if she had lived; she had blond hair like Chloe but blue eyes like Lex's.
In the graveyard I stood on one side of the casket Lex on the other holding his son. I looked into his eyes once and saw some of the Lex my friend still alive. Lex named his son Gabriel Alexander Sullivan-Luthor then gave him to Gabe to raise. Lex disappeared into the recesses of the business world he didn't see much of his son. But what am I to talk I didn't see much of my adopted nephew since a week after his mother died I left Smallville to travel the world and find a way to fill the void that was made when Chloe died.
In other words I ran again another exodus in just a little over a year.
I finally returned for another funeral after six years.
This time if was for Gabe after raising his namesake that had Chloe's eyes he shot himself in the heart and Chloe's car. I got to the funeral and again I stood on one side, Lex on another and he was standing side by side with his son.
To his right was a short blonde woman he called her Faith or Hope or Mercy. She was his bodyguard and she looked remarkably like Chloe. But when she talked she evidently did not have Chloe's wit or flair and when you looked in her eyes none of the light that some how always seem to reflect in them. I felt a little bad for him but what can I say I work with a woman on the Daily Planet who has her personality, is her cousin and I save her every chance I get.
However at the graveyard when Gabe was being lowered into the ground I met his eyes and saw nothing. My friend Lex was dead.
Luthors can never die physically but emotionally?
Hell yes.
I would never see my friend again.
This has been re-edited but if something does not make sense please let me know I need criticism. (Note that I did not say I like it but if you like [or don't like] anything just let me know.) So just click on the little button down below. Come on you know you want to. Also please let me know if I should continue on this story at all. There is more, I have Pete, Lex and another but if it is hopeless please let me know.