A/N: the song's "Wounded" and it doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Good Charlotte... just so we're clear
20.
"You know that everybody thinks we're going out?" Alex said from her place on the barn railing. It was early Sunday morning, they were waiting to see Pluto, before the sun rose.
"Really? Why would they think that?" Clark asked pink colouring the edges of his cheeks.
"Honestly," Alex said jumping onto the stairs, "I don't know." She headed towards him. "I didn't tell anybody about the other night." She said running her fingers along his t-shirt, skimming the hard muscles beneath.
"Neither did I." Clark said softly, his voice catching slightly as she ran her fingers along his stomach.
Alex smiled as she ran her finger tips along his shoulders. She made her way to the barn window to wait for the sunrise. Strong hands appeared beside hers, one on either side of her. Slowly, one pointed to the stars.
"Do you see this bright one right there? If you follow the stars around it, it makes the shape of a wolf's head. See how one of the eyes is missing?" Alex nodded. "There used to be a star there. I think I came from there." Clark said into her hair, taking a deep breath.
"You think you came from?" She asked looking up at him. Leaning against him she could feel him breathe. "I don't understand."
Clark took a deep breath, looking at the stars, before looking back down at her. "I'm not from - around here"
Alex let out a snort of laughter. "You're telling me that you're an alien? Little green variety? Or big corn eating variety. Because there is no way that you're little." Alex said between fits of laughter.
Clark grabbed her by the belt loops and spun her around. Her back to the window. "I'm serious." He said looking down at her. Alex's smile faltered, before she ran her fingers up his chest.
"I know." She said before closing the small space between them.
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The next morning Lex reclined in his office chair. He had a horrible night's sleep. Their argument echoing through his mind constantly. But he had found the solution at four in the morning, and it promised to be successful.
"Do it." Lex said into his phone, before closing it with a quick snap.
If Chloe was going to be like this, he was going to go all out. Whether she liked it or not.
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'Lost and broken,
Hopeless and lonely.
Smiling on the outside,
and hurt beneath my skin
My eyes are fading,
My soul is bleeding.
I'll try to make it seem okay,
But my faith is wearing thin.'
Chloe was dancing around the Torch office with her headphones on. Not usually what she would do in her unique situation, but she needed to get her mind off of Lex. And that was pretty hard, because everything reminded her of him.
'So help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this hole,
Even though this is not your fault,
That I'm open,
And I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me sew them up.'
'I'm not thinking about Lex. I'm listening to music. I'm not thinking about Lex. I'm listening to music.' She repeated the mantra over the lyrics in her head until it twisted around and bit her in the arse. "I'm not listening to music. I'm thinking about Lex.'
'I only wanted a magazine,
I only wanted a movie screen,
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed.
And now my mind is an open book,
And now my heart is an open wound,
And now my life is an open soul for all to see.'
"Shit!"
'But help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this hole,
Even though this is not your fault,
That I'm open and I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me,'
Chloe sat down in a huff. "That didn't work out very well." She said pulling the headphones off. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair when she heard footsteps down the hallway. She looked up at the delivery man. Her disappointment was obvious as she slouched back down.
"Chloe Sullivan?"
"That's me." She said with a huge phoney smile.
"Sign here." He shoved the clipboard into her face before handing her a large box.
'So you come along,
I push you away,
Then kick and scream for you to stay.
Cuz I need someone to help me,
Oh I need someone to help me,
To help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Chloe checked for a return address, but she knew who it was from.
When she looked up to thank the delivery person, he was gone. "Damn Lex and his sneaky delivery people" She muttered.
The music was still audible as she pushed the box the rest of the way into the room.
'Help me fill this hole,
Even though this is not your fault,
That I'm open,
And I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.'
She began to tear at the tape on the lid, and emptied the box of all of it's foam popcorn before finding her prize.
'And I need someone to help me sew them,
I need someone to help me fill them,
I need someone to help me close them up.'
Chloe had to sit down. She couldn't believe it.
There was only one thing in the box.
It was exactly what she had wanted from Lex.
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"Did you do it?" Lex asked his contact.
"Yes Mr. Luthor, it's done."
"Good." Lex cooly said before hanging up his phone. He reclined in his chair before lacing his fingers together. Now all he had to do was wait for her to come to him. He had her interest piqued now.