Title: Cinq: Sympathy for the Devil or Lex's Story
Author: peepsRfun2eat (not people but the little things that come out around Easter!)
Summary: How Chloe and Lex hooked up, then the downfall of their lives together.
Dedication: First to my Beta Yo-yo (great writer you should really check her out) for looking through all this (I updated now you have to also!) To the people who have Environmental Science with me Christina, Erica, and Diana thank you so much for cheering me up that one-day. Then to all the reviewers sorry haven't updated my life got crazy.
That's it on with the story.
Sympathy for the Devil
Johnny Cash once said a month after losing his wife that the hardest thing in life was losing your mate. I didn't quite believe it; I was bitter and angry after my 'mate' Helen had left me to die in the Mediterranean. I just thought he was some guy who thought he knew all about life because he was so old and famous. Celebrities imparting advice are usually wrong.
I was right; one thing Johnny Cash never mentioned was how when you lose your mate your soul seems to leave you. He continued on for less than six months I had 10 plus years of being a zombie.
When I first met Chloe I did what I often did in my life. I disregarded a person the first time I met them, but in reality would actually end up needing them. They'd become a potential enemy or ally. She was just some teenager with some weird hobby and theories of said hobby that had greatly affected my life.
Sure I thought she was hot and I could understand the dilemma that Clark was having by deciding between the Chloe and Lana. I liked Lana, but she was too boring, all she saw was the end of high school. Chloe saw life and lived it how she wanted it to be, consequences be dammed.
That was probably the reason I encouraged Clark to pursue Lana, because they made sense. I knew if Clark and Chloe got together it would end not just romantically, but also platonically their relationships. I knew that above all Clark would want to keep his friendship with Chloe and she probably felt the same.
Then my marriage to Helen happened. Clark disappeared, Chloe started working for my father and Lana sought comfort with Pete. Gabe was the only constant. Strange isn't it?
So when I first woke up from that coma after taking a swim with the fishes, I saw a blurred image of a blonde talking on a cell phone. I couldn't quite understand what was being said, but said blonde turned around and I got time to appreciate a very nice ass.
The blonde noticed and looked at me then I looked at her and realized just whose ass I was ogling five seconds before.
"Chloe?" I rasped out.
"Well good evening Mr. Luthor, your father has been wondering when you would wake up. I'll talk to you later," she said into the cell phone then hung up.
"Why are you here?"
"I work for your father now, Lex."
"What? Just how long have I been asleep?"
"Three weeks. Don't worry everything is fine with Lexcorp my father handled it. So how are you?"
"Confused. So what happened?"
"Well from your lack of worry about your wife, I should let you know she was going to let you die and collect all of your insurance."
"Did my father instigate this?"
"Actually no. She had a grudge against your mother; well at least her mother had a grudge against yours. Something about yours stealing Lionel."
"Yeah he sure was a great prize."
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After that we became friends of a sort, our verbal judo came back, but with sexual tension. Then one day at a party she kissed me. We were out in one of the castles many gardens and I was sitting down. It was mid-August so it was hotter than hell outside and she kissed me.
It was so sweet and innocent, it was addicting. Then I kissed her and we were off on some mad train ride of hormones and lust. We were stopped by one of my father's lackeys who said that Lionel was looking for "Miss Sullivan".
The next few months were a blur of great sex, love and actually feeling happy. We dated got engaged and eloped with friends and family in tow.
The one thing I will always remember from my life is something that Chloe asked me one day after we were married, she was seven months pregnant and just sitting there reading some baby book.
She turned and looked at me with the same eyes my son has.
"Lex if you were given one year to have the perfect relationship, love, lust, and all that."
"I already do," then I lay there on her chest, listened to her heartbeat and smelled her, she was surrounding me. I was quickly becoming a junkie, off of her. I started tracing patterns on her thigh, but she automatically hit me on the back of the head with said baby book.
"Hey, no changing the subject," she whined.
"I didn't know you considered this changing the subject," I said as I kissed her stomach.
"Shut-up, just listen," she grabbed me by the sides of my face and held her gaze with mine for a few seconds then said. "If you could have the perfect relationship for one year, but give it up at the end of that year. Would you still go through the relationship or not knowing that you would have to give it all up?"
I answered her by kissing her, but a true verbal answer? I never gave her one seeing as nearly a month and half later she was dead.
Chloe became an angel and I became the devil incarnate. I sort of wish that I could go to heaven just to ask God that one question of why he allowed her to die. But I probably can't go considering the fact that I was a bigger bastard than my father.
Still what about Clark?
Shouldn't he hold some sort of blame also in the fact that I became a bastard like no other? I knew though from the start he was jealous and I enjoyed that I finally had something that he didn't have. He had a mom, a great relationship with his father two loyal best friends and love from a great woman. My mother was dead, my father an asshole, all my "friends" either bastards like me dead or in de-tox, and all the woman I were interested in, tried to kill me.
Then Chloe happened. She loved me and Clark became jealous. I thought that he would never act on his feelings or at least realize he was just holding on to nothing. She loved me and I her, but I loved her more than I thought I would. I didn't realize how much until that day.
It seemed like a good day when I first woke up. She was lying besides me, she was already awake and rubbing her stomach. I leaned over and kissed her good morning, then our twins.
We chatted and made love (I never thought I would say that but it was that). She left to go talk to Clark about becoming the godfather to our children.
So I sat there at the castle reading something when the phone rang.
"Lex?" asked a scared Chloe.
"Chloe, what's wrong?"
"Clark, he's an alien or something."
"What?"
"Listen, please trust me. He is an alien. You know when those meteors hit he was with them. He has all these powers like he can move really fast, his eyes shoot something, he can see through walls, he can stop large trains and buses. That's how come when you hit him he was fine, but your car looked like it was in a head on with a Mac truck. Then all those times he was sick was because of those green rocks and the red rocks make him nuts or something. I can't quite remember because he says he loves me. I don't know, but he was talking about how you don't love me, but I love you so much Lex!"
"I love you too, Chloe I don't know why he told you that."
"Wait you have to promise that you will not tell anyone that he is what he is nor will you try to do anything to him."
"I promise."
"No you better swear."
"What?"
"Swear on our children Lex."
"Alright I swear on our children I will not expose nor harm Clark because of what he is."
"Thank-you Lex, I love you so much. The weather is getting worse I am going to be home really soon."
"Ok, I love."
I never finished that because suddenly Chloe's scream of terror ripped through the phone and I listened to her moaning, glass breaking, and metal twisting.
Then I heard someone say "No."
It was barely a whisper, but I knew who it was.
It was Clark. He was there. I didn't know how he was there, but he was there. I started screaming for Chloe to answer me, then I heard it. The sound of a baby crying, then distant emergency crews (the idiot who hit her actually called the cops), then my phone went dead.
I ran out of my house and told Enrique to call Gabe Sullivan and meet me on Route 45. I arrived there at the scene at the exact same time as a Gabe. He got out of his car as I was getting out of mine.
"Lex what is going on?"
"Gabe, I was talking to Chloe on her cell."
"She was in this accident?" he asked gesturing to the scene before him.
"Yes."
"Oh God," he said and ran up to the scene.
Many of the EMS tried restraining him, but he broke through and I met up with him just as he was getting there. I had steeled myself for any type of scene, but the one that met me was incomprehensible.
We both stood there watching as the one person- his daughter and my wife- who was most important to us lay there cut in half. Her blood and insides were everywhere; tears were running down my cheeks. But when I saw my daughter -his granddaughter- lying there, her head separate from her 8- month-old body, anger was starting to course through my body.
Gabe put his head between his legs then threw up and was crying simultaneously. The sheriff came up behind me and tried pulling us both away.
Gabe went willingly.
"Who did this?"
The man obviously had to know what I was going to do but he still told me.
"Theo Donnelly."
The sheriff looked at the crime scene and then looked at Gabe crying and me the heartless pariah bastard crying also. He had some sympathy for us.
"It looks as if he might make bail, so he might be walking around Smallville tonight all alone about I'd say 9 pm."
With that the deputy walked away.
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The day that my wife was buried a body was found in the Metropolis dump. The unidentified man was tortured, eviscerated, and his head cut off. The police wrote it off as some devil cult type killing.
I know the deputy had to see it; the national media was all over it and the horrors of cults. People would whisper whenever I walked around Smallville, everyone knew but no one said anything. That deputy never said anything to me just at my wife's funeral he gave his condolences.
You have to love the vigilantly justice of that town.
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As soon as I met my son I knew I wouldn't be able to handle raising him. He had Chloe's eyes and I knew that I wouldn't be able to take it. Why I thought that Gabe could take it? Who knows?
So I disappeared from Smallville and threw myself into the work world of Metropolis.
My father, the bastard, who I hated for most of my life actually helped me well, helped me to become the bastard I am today.
However I didn't completely abandon my son. I saw him many times but Gabe did all the work. He got help from almost everyone in Smallville. The story of how Chloe Sullivan-Luthor died was known and well everyone had some sympathy.
Then six years later Gabe killed himself in the red Volkswagen.
He killed me also.
He was the last connection I had to Chloe. Lana and Pete knew her, but Gabe could almost remember everything she said and did.
I did have my bodyguards who are all small blonde women and I know that Clark/Superman has figured it out why. And I know that if I look in his eyes I would see a pitying glance. But who is he to pity me? He saves a woman who is related to Chloe and has her exact personality and married her.
It's pretty funny that Lois has no idea what happened to her cousin or uncle. Well not Chloe's exact personality, since Chloe would have figured out what happened to her relatives.
I digress though.
After his funeral I took my son to Metropolis and the press had a field day trying to figure out just where this mystery child came from. They knew he was from Smallville, but no one in the town would talk to the press.
I developed a love for that place on how they protect their own.
Still my son has turned out all right. Those six years with Gabe, Lana, and Pete helped him to experience love that I would not be able to give him. I should have probably left him with Pete and Lana they could have helped him, but he would have eight younger siblings.
I owe them for finding those tapes and sending them to Gabriel he has my hair and build but he has her eyes. All I see is Chloe. I know that Clark told him why I couldn't look or really talk to him. I guess Gabriel hunted him down after seeing him on those movies and that one movie well, as Chloe would say:
"Spectacular".
But I lie here dying; waiting for the gas I created to kill Clark/Superman to kill me instead. I know I promised Chloe I would never harm nor reveal Clark's secret; I promised on my children. My daughter is dead. My son still lived. So I opted to not tell Clark's secret, but instead make Superman's life a living hell and destroy him at the same time. One part of the promise since one of my children died, which I have learned he could have prevented.
Still, I think I earned heaven.
Even though I am dying God, you know many of the reasons I have for my actions and you must admit some were justified and some were not. But if you send me to hell, it could be no worse than the time I spent on your green earth.
You know that hell for me would be a world without Chloe. I have already lived that so don't you think I have bypassed hell? Probably even purgatory if you know Chloe like I do.
You probably do; there'd have to be a newspaper up in heaven. "The Heavenly Times", or "The Daily Messenger", I don't know, but she probably set one up if there isn't one.
Then as soon as the first issue was coming around she was knocking on your door for an interview and like everything else Chloe got what she wanted.
Still you have to know Chloe and just imagine what it would be like without her for 20 years after only having her for one. You have to understand now why and who I am.
You have to have some sympathy for the devil.
*And if I had not used commas properly again I am really sorry. Also just one more chapter left then this it's bye-bye. (cheers are heard from all over the world) Hey no comments from the peanut gallery! But I will gladly take any comments, worshiping, and other ego inflating reviews. Criticism is also needed, the whole comma thing, see the first few chapters.
Author: peepsRfun2eat (not people but the little things that come out around Easter!)
Summary: How Chloe and Lex hooked up, then the downfall of their lives together.
Dedication: First to my Beta Yo-yo (great writer you should really check her out) for looking through all this (I updated now you have to also!) To the people who have Environmental Science with me Christina, Erica, and Diana thank you so much for cheering me up that one-day. Then to all the reviewers sorry haven't updated my life got crazy.
That's it on with the story.
Sympathy for the Devil
Johnny Cash once said a month after losing his wife that the hardest thing in life was losing your mate. I didn't quite believe it; I was bitter and angry after my 'mate' Helen had left me to die in the Mediterranean. I just thought he was some guy who thought he knew all about life because he was so old and famous. Celebrities imparting advice are usually wrong.
I was right; one thing Johnny Cash never mentioned was how when you lose your mate your soul seems to leave you. He continued on for less than six months I had 10 plus years of being a zombie.
When I first met Chloe I did what I often did in my life. I disregarded a person the first time I met them, but in reality would actually end up needing them. They'd become a potential enemy or ally. She was just some teenager with some weird hobby and theories of said hobby that had greatly affected my life.
Sure I thought she was hot and I could understand the dilemma that Clark was having by deciding between the Chloe and Lana. I liked Lana, but she was too boring, all she saw was the end of high school. Chloe saw life and lived it how she wanted it to be, consequences be dammed.
That was probably the reason I encouraged Clark to pursue Lana, because they made sense. I knew if Clark and Chloe got together it would end not just romantically, but also platonically their relationships. I knew that above all Clark would want to keep his friendship with Chloe and she probably felt the same.
Then my marriage to Helen happened. Clark disappeared, Chloe started working for my father and Lana sought comfort with Pete. Gabe was the only constant. Strange isn't it?
So when I first woke up from that coma after taking a swim with the fishes, I saw a blurred image of a blonde talking on a cell phone. I couldn't quite understand what was being said, but said blonde turned around and I got time to appreciate a very nice ass.
The blonde noticed and looked at me then I looked at her and realized just whose ass I was ogling five seconds before.
"Chloe?" I rasped out.
"Well good evening Mr. Luthor, your father has been wondering when you would wake up. I'll talk to you later," she said into the cell phone then hung up.
"Why are you here?"
"I work for your father now, Lex."
"What? Just how long have I been asleep?"
"Three weeks. Don't worry everything is fine with Lexcorp my father handled it. So how are you?"
"Confused. So what happened?"
"Well from your lack of worry about your wife, I should let you know she was going to let you die and collect all of your insurance."
"Did my father instigate this?"
"Actually no. She had a grudge against your mother; well at least her mother had a grudge against yours. Something about yours stealing Lionel."
"Yeah he sure was a great prize."
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After that we became friends of a sort, our verbal judo came back, but with sexual tension. Then one day at a party she kissed me. We were out in one of the castles many gardens and I was sitting down. It was mid-August so it was hotter than hell outside and she kissed me.
It was so sweet and innocent, it was addicting. Then I kissed her and we were off on some mad train ride of hormones and lust. We were stopped by one of my father's lackeys who said that Lionel was looking for "Miss Sullivan".
The next few months were a blur of great sex, love and actually feeling happy. We dated got engaged and eloped with friends and family in tow.
The one thing I will always remember from my life is something that Chloe asked me one day after we were married, she was seven months pregnant and just sitting there reading some baby book.
She turned and looked at me with the same eyes my son has.
"Lex if you were given one year to have the perfect relationship, love, lust, and all that."
"I already do," then I lay there on her chest, listened to her heartbeat and smelled her, she was surrounding me. I was quickly becoming a junkie, off of her. I started tracing patterns on her thigh, but she automatically hit me on the back of the head with said baby book.
"Hey, no changing the subject," she whined.
"I didn't know you considered this changing the subject," I said as I kissed her stomach.
"Shut-up, just listen," she grabbed me by the sides of my face and held her gaze with mine for a few seconds then said. "If you could have the perfect relationship for one year, but give it up at the end of that year. Would you still go through the relationship or not knowing that you would have to give it all up?"
I answered her by kissing her, but a true verbal answer? I never gave her one seeing as nearly a month and half later she was dead.
Chloe became an angel and I became the devil incarnate. I sort of wish that I could go to heaven just to ask God that one question of why he allowed her to die. But I probably can't go considering the fact that I was a bigger bastard than my father.
Still what about Clark?
Shouldn't he hold some sort of blame also in the fact that I became a bastard like no other? I knew though from the start he was jealous and I enjoyed that I finally had something that he didn't have. He had a mom, a great relationship with his father two loyal best friends and love from a great woman. My mother was dead, my father an asshole, all my "friends" either bastards like me dead or in de-tox, and all the woman I were interested in, tried to kill me.
Then Chloe happened. She loved me and Clark became jealous. I thought that he would never act on his feelings or at least realize he was just holding on to nothing. She loved me and I her, but I loved her more than I thought I would. I didn't realize how much until that day.
It seemed like a good day when I first woke up. She was lying besides me, she was already awake and rubbing her stomach. I leaned over and kissed her good morning, then our twins.
We chatted and made love (I never thought I would say that but it was that). She left to go talk to Clark about becoming the godfather to our children.
So I sat there at the castle reading something when the phone rang.
"Lex?" asked a scared Chloe.
"Chloe, what's wrong?"
"Clark, he's an alien or something."
"What?"
"Listen, please trust me. He is an alien. You know when those meteors hit he was with them. He has all these powers like he can move really fast, his eyes shoot something, he can see through walls, he can stop large trains and buses. That's how come when you hit him he was fine, but your car looked like it was in a head on with a Mac truck. Then all those times he was sick was because of those green rocks and the red rocks make him nuts or something. I can't quite remember because he says he loves me. I don't know, but he was talking about how you don't love me, but I love you so much Lex!"
"I love you too, Chloe I don't know why he told you that."
"Wait you have to promise that you will not tell anyone that he is what he is nor will you try to do anything to him."
"I promise."
"No you better swear."
"What?"
"Swear on our children Lex."
"Alright I swear on our children I will not expose nor harm Clark because of what he is."
"Thank-you Lex, I love you so much. The weather is getting worse I am going to be home really soon."
"Ok, I love."
I never finished that because suddenly Chloe's scream of terror ripped through the phone and I listened to her moaning, glass breaking, and metal twisting.
Then I heard someone say "No."
It was barely a whisper, but I knew who it was.
It was Clark. He was there. I didn't know how he was there, but he was there. I started screaming for Chloe to answer me, then I heard it. The sound of a baby crying, then distant emergency crews (the idiot who hit her actually called the cops), then my phone went dead.
I ran out of my house and told Enrique to call Gabe Sullivan and meet me on Route 45. I arrived there at the scene at the exact same time as a Gabe. He got out of his car as I was getting out of mine.
"Lex what is going on?"
"Gabe, I was talking to Chloe on her cell."
"She was in this accident?" he asked gesturing to the scene before him.
"Yes."
"Oh God," he said and ran up to the scene.
Many of the EMS tried restraining him, but he broke through and I met up with him just as he was getting there. I had steeled myself for any type of scene, but the one that met me was incomprehensible.
We both stood there watching as the one person- his daughter and my wife- who was most important to us lay there cut in half. Her blood and insides were everywhere; tears were running down my cheeks. But when I saw my daughter -his granddaughter- lying there, her head separate from her 8- month-old body, anger was starting to course through my body.
Gabe put his head between his legs then threw up and was crying simultaneously. The sheriff came up behind me and tried pulling us both away.
Gabe went willingly.
"Who did this?"
The man obviously had to know what I was going to do but he still told me.
"Theo Donnelly."
The sheriff looked at the crime scene and then looked at Gabe crying and me the heartless pariah bastard crying also. He had some sympathy for us.
"It looks as if he might make bail, so he might be walking around Smallville tonight all alone about I'd say 9 pm."
With that the deputy walked away.
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The day that my wife was buried a body was found in the Metropolis dump. The unidentified man was tortured, eviscerated, and his head cut off. The police wrote it off as some devil cult type killing.
I know the deputy had to see it; the national media was all over it and the horrors of cults. People would whisper whenever I walked around Smallville, everyone knew but no one said anything. That deputy never said anything to me just at my wife's funeral he gave his condolences.
You have to love the vigilantly justice of that town.
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As soon as I met my son I knew I wouldn't be able to handle raising him. He had Chloe's eyes and I knew that I wouldn't be able to take it. Why I thought that Gabe could take it? Who knows?
So I disappeared from Smallville and threw myself into the work world of Metropolis.
My father, the bastard, who I hated for most of my life actually helped me well, helped me to become the bastard I am today.
However I didn't completely abandon my son. I saw him many times but Gabe did all the work. He got help from almost everyone in Smallville. The story of how Chloe Sullivan-Luthor died was known and well everyone had some sympathy.
Then six years later Gabe killed himself in the red Volkswagen.
He killed me also.
He was the last connection I had to Chloe. Lana and Pete knew her, but Gabe could almost remember everything she said and did.
I did have my bodyguards who are all small blonde women and I know that Clark/Superman has figured it out why. And I know that if I look in his eyes I would see a pitying glance. But who is he to pity me? He saves a woman who is related to Chloe and has her exact personality and married her.
It's pretty funny that Lois has no idea what happened to her cousin or uncle. Well not Chloe's exact personality, since Chloe would have figured out what happened to her relatives.
I digress though.
After his funeral I took my son to Metropolis and the press had a field day trying to figure out just where this mystery child came from. They knew he was from Smallville, but no one in the town would talk to the press.
I developed a love for that place on how they protect their own.
Still my son has turned out all right. Those six years with Gabe, Lana, and Pete helped him to experience love that I would not be able to give him. I should have probably left him with Pete and Lana they could have helped him, but he would have eight younger siblings.
I owe them for finding those tapes and sending them to Gabriel he has my hair and build but he has her eyes. All I see is Chloe. I know that Clark told him why I couldn't look or really talk to him. I guess Gabriel hunted him down after seeing him on those movies and that one movie well, as Chloe would say:
"Spectacular".
But I lie here dying; waiting for the gas I created to kill Clark/Superman to kill me instead. I know I promised Chloe I would never harm nor reveal Clark's secret; I promised on my children. My daughter is dead. My son still lived. So I opted to not tell Clark's secret, but instead make Superman's life a living hell and destroy him at the same time. One part of the promise since one of my children died, which I have learned he could have prevented.
Still, I think I earned heaven.
Even though I am dying God, you know many of the reasons I have for my actions and you must admit some were justified and some were not. But if you send me to hell, it could be no worse than the time I spent on your green earth.
You know that hell for me would be a world without Chloe. I have already lived that so don't you think I have bypassed hell? Probably even purgatory if you know Chloe like I do.
You probably do; there'd have to be a newspaper up in heaven. "The Heavenly Times", or "The Daily Messenger", I don't know, but she probably set one up if there isn't one.
Then as soon as the first issue was coming around she was knocking on your door for an interview and like everything else Chloe got what she wanted.
Still you have to know Chloe and just imagine what it would be like without her for 20 years after only having her for one. You have to understand now why and who I am.
You have to have some sympathy for the devil.
*And if I had not used commas properly again I am really sorry. Also just one more chapter left then this it's bye-bye. (cheers are heard from all over the world) Hey no comments from the peanut gallery! But I will gladly take any comments, worshiping, and other ego inflating reviews. Criticism is also needed, the whole comma thing, see the first few chapters.