5. A lot of work to be done
"She's not, you know." Chloe's words hung in the air. Lex didn't want to believe her. She was alive. Chloe Sullivan was sitting right in front of him telling him that she was dead. But this 'new Chloe' was not improved, just a cheap imitation of who she was.
"Then who is standing in front of me?"
"I don't know." She said vacantly. Lex was afraid of this. She was hardly a shell of herself, she had become somebody other than the Chloe he had known. He had hoped to find her still intact, with a few scrapes and bruises. But that was the optimistic thought.
He hadn't thought of all the ways that things could get worse. Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome aside, there was a lot of work ahead of him to do. It was a good thing that Luthors enjoy challenges. And a challenge she was going to be.
There were scars on her hands. As much as she tried to hide them from him. As much as she tried to conceal them, they would always be there. They told the untold story of what had happened in the explosion. They told why Chloe's face held hardly any scars. Lex walked softly around her, studying her body carefully.
"What happened to you Chloe?" He asked softly, as his eyes traced the scars on her back. They were shaped like broken glass. They were from the impact of her back on the door, Lex decided. His hand reached out to touch them. A knock on the door stopped him.
"Miss Lennox's ride is here, Mr. Luthor." The secretary said softly. She was afraid that he was going to yell at her again. 'Fear is the minds self- defence, Lex. Avoid fear, and you avoid break-down.' His father's voice rang clearly through his head. It was one of his father's lessons, God, he hated those lessons.
Chloe grabbed her purse quickly. "It's been a nice chat, Mr. Luthor, but I'm not going to screw you." She said heading towards the door.
Lex grabbed her arm. She winced in pain, and turned to look at him. "You haven't answered my question Miss Lennox." He said, spitting out her new name like dirt.
"She blew up." She said simply as she pried herself out of his grasp. "Don't call me, Mr. Luthor. I'll call you."
Lex sat down quickly in his plush leather chair. He missed the old Chloe.
Bruce was waiting for her in his limo at the curb. She got in swiftly. Soundlessly. If only everything else could be that easy.
"How is the old bugger these days?" Bruce asked.
"Same old Lex." She said looking out the window. She didn't want to look at Bruce. She really did miss Lex, but Bruce was her life now. She had to face it. She didn't want to face it.
Lionel Luthor watched a petite brunette leave the LuthorCorp building and enter a sleek black limousine.
Sitting back into his chair casually he let the darkness envelope him.
"Now this is interesting." He said smirking to himself.
"She's not, you know." Chloe's words hung in the air. Lex didn't want to believe her. She was alive. Chloe Sullivan was sitting right in front of him telling him that she was dead. But this 'new Chloe' was not improved, just a cheap imitation of who she was.
"Then who is standing in front of me?"
"I don't know." She said vacantly. Lex was afraid of this. She was hardly a shell of herself, she had become somebody other than the Chloe he had known. He had hoped to find her still intact, with a few scrapes and bruises. But that was the optimistic thought.
He hadn't thought of all the ways that things could get worse. Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome aside, there was a lot of work ahead of him to do. It was a good thing that Luthors enjoy challenges. And a challenge she was going to be.
There were scars on her hands. As much as she tried to hide them from him. As much as she tried to conceal them, they would always be there. They told the untold story of what had happened in the explosion. They told why Chloe's face held hardly any scars. Lex walked softly around her, studying her body carefully.
"What happened to you Chloe?" He asked softly, as his eyes traced the scars on her back. They were shaped like broken glass. They were from the impact of her back on the door, Lex decided. His hand reached out to touch them. A knock on the door stopped him.
"Miss Lennox's ride is here, Mr. Luthor." The secretary said softly. She was afraid that he was going to yell at her again. 'Fear is the minds self- defence, Lex. Avoid fear, and you avoid break-down.' His father's voice rang clearly through his head. It was one of his father's lessons, God, he hated those lessons.
Chloe grabbed her purse quickly. "It's been a nice chat, Mr. Luthor, but I'm not going to screw you." She said heading towards the door.
Lex grabbed her arm. She winced in pain, and turned to look at him. "You haven't answered my question Miss Lennox." He said, spitting out her new name like dirt.
"She blew up." She said simply as she pried herself out of his grasp. "Don't call me, Mr. Luthor. I'll call you."
Lex sat down quickly in his plush leather chair. He missed the old Chloe.
Bruce was waiting for her in his limo at the curb. She got in swiftly. Soundlessly. If only everything else could be that easy.
"How is the old bugger these days?" Bruce asked.
"Same old Lex." She said looking out the window. She didn't want to look at Bruce. She really did miss Lex, but Bruce was her life now. She had to face it. She didn't want to face it.
Lionel Luthor watched a petite brunette leave the LuthorCorp building and enter a sleek black limousine.
Sitting back into his chair casually he let the darkness envelope him.
"Now this is interesting." He said smirking to himself.