A/N: According to the movie Supergirl Lucy Lane actually does exist in the Super-verse.. lol... i made up a word ;) kudos to those who caught that... enjoy....
9. Chloe Sullivan or Smile
She hadn't wanted to do this. She really had been putting all of this off. For the past week, at least, she had been hoping that this day would forget that it was supposed to be Wednesday, and think that it was next Thursday. She was sitting in a LuthorCorp high above the countryside, they had taken the scenic route travelling over half of the country instead of flying directly over Smallville.
She didn't want to be here. If she could take it all back she wouldn't have arrived at the LuthorCorp building that day. Wouldn't have come into work that night. But she did. And this was where the fates had decided to take her. And if the fates were not involved, this was where Lex had decided to take her.
She had broken off what ever it was that she had with Bruce. Left her Batphone in his Limo. He had insisted she have one to contact him after she had accused him of being Batman. Over three weeks before Lex had come into her life.
Telling off Lionel had given her freedom, but she found that she couldn't live in Gotham anymore. The people in Gotham City all have a piece of their past following them around. It lurks in the shadows between the elegant Gothic structures.
The skyline cries when the sun goes down because it misses it, and it screams when the sun comes up because it, like most of it's inhabitants, doesn't want the day to start.
Everybody in Gotham City, even Bruce Wayne, has a secret that hides and waits for the right moment to pounce on them.
To eat them whole.
She didn't want to disappear anymore. She wanted to go back to the beautiful green parks of Metropolis. She wanted to see the modern buildings, the Daily Planet's globe in the sky line. Although the sky line was phenomenal in Gotham, it was nothing in comparison to the metropolitan sky line below her right now.
Her life in Gotham City had been a blur, a smudge of animosity in her life. It was her time to grieve for all lost things. Her father, Clark, and her old life. Now she only had to grieve for one more person. The only two people who had sincerely grieved for the death of Chloe Sullivan: Linnea Lennox and Jane Doe.
"Chloe we're home." Lex said softly into her ear. She turned from the window to face him and beamed her trademark 100 watt smile.
"I think we are." She said as she leant her head against his shoulder.
There was time to wait until the shit hit the fan. She only had to wait a few days before the fan would be turned on. The shit had been piling for three months. It was time for her to see her friends again. She didn't want to see Clark in all his self-righteousness. She didn't want to see Miss 'it's-always-going-to-be-about-me-so-deal-with-it!' But she genuinely missed Pete. Where ever he was she missed him a lot. And she did want to see her cousin Lois, mostly to tell her that she told Lionel Luthor off. Lois would be proud. She smiled.
She smiled, and her face didn't break. She studied her face in the nearest mirror the first time she had done it. There were no cracks in the smooth skin she had thought was bone china, or porcelain.
She didn't have to be strong anymore. She wasn't fending for herself anymore. There was a world outside of her that was awaiting her re- appearance and all she had to do was smile. She knew that she would cry when she seen Smallville, her friends, her family. But right now all she had to do was smile. That was all that was expected of her, and that was all she felt like doing as Lex led her out of the helicopter.
She was Chloe Sullivan for crying out-loud. Hear her roar. Okay maybe not roar. But she was Chloe again. The world had taken a break from her, but she was coming back to haunt it. She was a blast from the world's past that they had to relearn to deal with. She hoped that the world could handle her, could handle Chloe. Because she was here to stay now, and the powers be damned if they ever decided to get rid of her again. The only place she felt like holidaying in was hot, sunny, and had crystal clear sandy beaches.
No more hiding in the shadows. No more grief. No more cutting. No more anything. No more.
The easy part was over now.
9. Chloe Sullivan or Smile
She hadn't wanted to do this. She really had been putting all of this off. For the past week, at least, she had been hoping that this day would forget that it was supposed to be Wednesday, and think that it was next Thursday. She was sitting in a LuthorCorp high above the countryside, they had taken the scenic route travelling over half of the country instead of flying directly over Smallville.
She didn't want to be here. If she could take it all back she wouldn't have arrived at the LuthorCorp building that day. Wouldn't have come into work that night. But she did. And this was where the fates had decided to take her. And if the fates were not involved, this was where Lex had decided to take her.
She had broken off what ever it was that she had with Bruce. Left her Batphone in his Limo. He had insisted she have one to contact him after she had accused him of being Batman. Over three weeks before Lex had come into her life.
Telling off Lionel had given her freedom, but she found that she couldn't live in Gotham anymore. The people in Gotham City all have a piece of their past following them around. It lurks in the shadows between the elegant Gothic structures.
The skyline cries when the sun goes down because it misses it, and it screams when the sun comes up because it, like most of it's inhabitants, doesn't want the day to start.
Everybody in Gotham City, even Bruce Wayne, has a secret that hides and waits for the right moment to pounce on them.
To eat them whole.
She didn't want to disappear anymore. She wanted to go back to the beautiful green parks of Metropolis. She wanted to see the modern buildings, the Daily Planet's globe in the sky line. Although the sky line was phenomenal in Gotham, it was nothing in comparison to the metropolitan sky line below her right now.
Her life in Gotham City had been a blur, a smudge of animosity in her life. It was her time to grieve for all lost things. Her father, Clark, and her old life. Now she only had to grieve for one more person. The only two people who had sincerely grieved for the death of Chloe Sullivan: Linnea Lennox and Jane Doe.
"Chloe we're home." Lex said softly into her ear. She turned from the window to face him and beamed her trademark 100 watt smile.
"I think we are." She said as she leant her head against his shoulder.
There was time to wait until the shit hit the fan. She only had to wait a few days before the fan would be turned on. The shit had been piling for three months. It was time for her to see her friends again. She didn't want to see Clark in all his self-righteousness. She didn't want to see Miss 'it's-always-going-to-be-about-me-so-deal-with-it!' But she genuinely missed Pete. Where ever he was she missed him a lot. And she did want to see her cousin Lois, mostly to tell her that she told Lionel Luthor off. Lois would be proud. She smiled.
She smiled, and her face didn't break. She studied her face in the nearest mirror the first time she had done it. There were no cracks in the smooth skin she had thought was bone china, or porcelain.
She didn't have to be strong anymore. She wasn't fending for herself anymore. There was a world outside of her that was awaiting her re- appearance and all she had to do was smile. She knew that she would cry when she seen Smallville, her friends, her family. But right now all she had to do was smile. That was all that was expected of her, and that was all she felt like doing as Lex led her out of the helicopter.
She was Chloe Sullivan for crying out-loud. Hear her roar. Okay maybe not roar. But she was Chloe again. The world had taken a break from her, but she was coming back to haunt it. She was a blast from the world's past that they had to relearn to deal with. She hoped that the world could handle her, could handle Chloe. Because she was here to stay now, and the powers be damned if they ever decided to get rid of her again. The only place she felt like holidaying in was hot, sunny, and had crystal clear sandy beaches.
No more hiding in the shadows. No more grief. No more cutting. No more anything. No more.
The easy part was over now.