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Chapter Ten: Rescued
Lex had gotten as far as seven feet in his little tunnel he dug with the spoon before both of them had started to get ideas.
Bad ideas.
Chloe had caught the rich playboy eyeing her more than once. While all the time holding that spoon of his. Looking like he had totally lost it.
But she herself had lost in a way too.
It had been over a week since they had been trapped. No one had come looking for them. And subsequently, that left them to deal with the problem on their own.
Not good.
Lex held his precious silver spoon close as he eyed the blonde sitting in the corner. She was muttering to herself.
If he strained his ears he could hear small snatches of;
"Coffee."
Or
"Pretty, sharp"
And
"-mutant rats…everywhere"
During this, her fist was usually tight, like it was holding something. And the thumb on her other hand seemed to be stroking the hidden item. Like a knife.
Not that it was really a concern of the young man.
Since he, himself had ideas.
None of them pretty.
But the days were finally getting to him like his father had never had. How he longed for fresh air and the feel of the wind on his face.
The taste of fresh, CLEAN water. Rather than the bottle crap that had been stored down here for god knows how long.
"You know, Clark isn't going to save us."
Chloe snapped out of her thoughts, her hand opening quickly, like she was trying to hide her thoughts.
"I know."
"We're going to have to find a way out. On our own."
"Yep."
"What do you suggest we do?"
Lex had, it seemed, given up on his spoon idea. He was leaning against the wall where he had started his little tunnel. But the work had gotten to him. He was just too tired to do anything. Too tired to care.
Chloe shrugged her small shoulders.
"No idea."
"Damn."
The silence pressed down on their ears. Making them both shift uncomfortably.
"We're going to die. Aren't we?"
"Perhaps. Maybe in the near future Chloe, but hopefully not now."
"how do you know?"
Lex shrugged in response before he sighed and tossed the cutlery off to the side of him
It was the last sign he had given up.
"You know, the irony is, my father didn't arrange something like this to happen."
"Lex I doubt your father wants to kill you."
"Perhaps."
Chloe raised an eyebrow at him before she crawled over to where he sat. Gently she patted his left arm.
"There, there Lex. We're not going to die. And your father loves you."
Lex snorted a little which provoked a laugh from Chloe.
"What?"
He asked as she giggled, leaning back next to him.
"Nothing. Its just, I've never heard you snort before."
"Well excuse me, there are a lot of things you don't know about my Miss Sullivan."
Chloe grinned as she gave him a side glance.
"I know. Same goes for you too Mr. Luthor."
Lex groaned.
"Don't ever, ever call me that. Please!"
"Well then, don't call me Miss Sullivan."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so."
"Why?"
"Hey! I'm the reporter here! I'm supposed to ask the questions! Not you!"
Lex laughed.
"Alright, fine."
Silence once again reigned in their little prison. Finally Chloe broke it.
"Want to start a pool?"
"Huh?"
"A pool. Want to make a bet on when Clark will save us?"
Lex snorted a little, causing Chloe to grin.
"Most probably after Lana, then his parents come next…"
"Then the cows!"
"Yes don't forget Betsy and Daisy.."
"What about the other barnyard animals?"
"Yeah, them too."
Suddenly they heard someone calling their names above them. Lex stopped talking as Chloe held her breath. Both hoping that it was real.
Each thinking that if they breath or moved it would disappear.
Finally, the scuffling and the voices grew louder.
"Chloe! Lex! Are you here?"
They gave each other looks before they answered together, practically yelling at the top if their lungs.
"CLARK!"
TBC...