Hey guys. Sorry I took so long to update, but I have no pute at my home (it
crashed and is currently being fixed or hopefully replaced) so I have to be
waiting until I get over to my brother's house like once every two weeks
for about an hour or so to write. Please be patient until I get my computer
back, then I can post to my heart's content.
Secondly, in the last chapter, there were a few errors, like a paragraph that I was supposed to delete but I didn't remember to. My brain comes and goes sometimes so please bear with me. (he he)
Oh, and to the girl who asked the question about the timing and stuff. It's all good, don't worry.
Enjoy.
Chapter Two.
Lex placed Chloe on the cleared desk nearest to them. He had just finished lifting them from the elevator shaft, and he was afraid she was unconscious. Her eyes were shut tighter than Hannibal's cage and her face was pale, although that was to be expected from what she had gone through.
Truth be told, Chloe was fine. physically anyway. But every other was there was, she was a complete wreck. She was literally in shock. She couldn't figure out why her completely sane (OK, well not so sane) plan had gone bust. It had all been pretty logical, drive to Metropolis and hug Clark at midnight. But noooo. Being Chloe, she had had to be trapped in a three- floored elevator and saved by Lex Luthor who just happened to be holding her at "12:00 o'clock am" Coupled with the fact that she had just literally had the biggest shock of her entire life (if you didn't count the time when. that isn't relevant), she was keeping her eyes shut until further notice.
Further notice being when she had the sudden knowledge of a mouth descending way too close to hers. Opening an eye she saw Lex about to kiss her.
"Whoa mister!" She exclaimed jumping off the opposite side of the table and landing on her shin. "Ouch," At least now they had a table separating them.
"Your conscious?!"
"OF COURSE I'M CONCIOUS. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?"
"I thought I was giving cpr to an unconscious teenager," His voice put a really heavy emphasis on that last word. But Chloe still wasn't buying it.
"Aren't you supposed to do the chest pump thing first?" Or did you just want to kiss me? She asked that last part unconsciously. Things were getting creepy now.
Lex smirked, wanting to tell her she shouldn't flatter herself, but not wanting to make her any more agitated with him until he found out for sure she was OK.
"Chloe, I wasn't a cub scout of any sort. Usually in these types of situations. I'm not there. Or I have an oxygen tank to my left and the emergency speed-dial to my right."
"Well this situation proved you bereft of both now didn't it." OK, where am I going with this?
"Exactly," He said, suspecting she had had nothing else to say so she'd just blabbered something. She always proved to be an interesting conversationalist, even when she was half-crazy from post-claustrophobia.
"Where is Clark?" She asked the question before she could stop herself. She didn't need him to know why she was there. Although she guessed he would have either asked or had figured it out already by himself.
"Is he why you're here, Chloe?" He had always liked asking the obvious. It made people squirm, and he liked that.
"Answer the bloody question, Lex." She said, making it quite clear she didn't want to play twenty questions.
"Touché."
"Sorry."
Lex smiled. "Clark is with Martha," He wanted to prolong this as long as possible.
"Good," what good could it do her now? The New Year had already seen her in the arms of Lex. Looking up at him, she asked if he could give her directions as to where to find them.
"Yeah. It's about a hundred and seventy miles south of here in a place called Smallville."
Her eyes widened to the size of lemons. "What?"
Helping her off the ground where she had still been sitting he told her that her father had flown them back to the farm just a few hours before so that Clark and his mother and father could spend the new year together.
"It was a very shocking thing to hear, but I guess being blind has made my father a little more compassionate." Yeah right, Lex thought, he probably only sent Martha away so she wouldn't catch wind of some illegal thing he was up to.
But Chloe didn't catch the last part, as her brain was still stuck on Clark being in Smallville. Oh what a cruel hand fate had dealt her. Not only did it turn out that she was destined to spend her life with a man it would be impossible to have a relationship with, but, the man she had thought. and wanted to be with, she had had absolutely no chance of having.
"Chloe, are you OK?" He asked her, her face had suddenly become very pale.
"Yeah," She really needed to get out of here. Away from Lex. "Look, Lex thank you for saving me, but I have to go." She got up to walk away.
"Go where?" He asked her.
"To Smallville, where do you thin. shite." (A/N: yeah that's right shite, this is a PG fic after all) she slapped her forehead with her hand and was rewarded by a sharp tremor of pain. Why did she let that slip? Now he knew she had nowhere to go, and she had to go stay at his place.
"You are not driving back." She cut him off abruptly, already knowing what he was going to say and what would come out of the conversation.
"Yeah yeah. Come on, I'm tired." She started towards the door. "Your penthouse better had better have an extra room, because contrary to what Stella might think, I am not sleeping in the same bed as you." Shite. She hit her head again.
Lex walked silently behind her with a grin on his face. She was a refreshing girl. When he heard her last words and saw her hit her head again because she let something slip that she shouldn't have, he vowed to find out who 'Stella' was.
Hey, there's your latest chapter. If you like, review and I'll write again as soon as possible. Thank you for the reviews you've sent so far. They're very encouraging and appreciated.
Secondly, in the last chapter, there were a few errors, like a paragraph that I was supposed to delete but I didn't remember to. My brain comes and goes sometimes so please bear with me. (he he)
Oh, and to the girl who asked the question about the timing and stuff. It's all good, don't worry.
Enjoy.
Chapter Two.
Lex placed Chloe on the cleared desk nearest to them. He had just finished lifting them from the elevator shaft, and he was afraid she was unconscious. Her eyes were shut tighter than Hannibal's cage and her face was pale, although that was to be expected from what she had gone through.
Truth be told, Chloe was fine. physically anyway. But every other was there was, she was a complete wreck. She was literally in shock. She couldn't figure out why her completely sane (OK, well not so sane) plan had gone bust. It had all been pretty logical, drive to Metropolis and hug Clark at midnight. But noooo. Being Chloe, she had had to be trapped in a three- floored elevator and saved by Lex Luthor who just happened to be holding her at "12:00 o'clock am" Coupled with the fact that she had just literally had the biggest shock of her entire life (if you didn't count the time when. that isn't relevant), she was keeping her eyes shut until further notice.
Further notice being when she had the sudden knowledge of a mouth descending way too close to hers. Opening an eye she saw Lex about to kiss her.
"Whoa mister!" She exclaimed jumping off the opposite side of the table and landing on her shin. "Ouch," At least now they had a table separating them.
"Your conscious?!"
"OF COURSE I'M CONCIOUS. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?"
"I thought I was giving cpr to an unconscious teenager," His voice put a really heavy emphasis on that last word. But Chloe still wasn't buying it.
"Aren't you supposed to do the chest pump thing first?" Or did you just want to kiss me? She asked that last part unconsciously. Things were getting creepy now.
Lex smirked, wanting to tell her she shouldn't flatter herself, but not wanting to make her any more agitated with him until he found out for sure she was OK.
"Chloe, I wasn't a cub scout of any sort. Usually in these types of situations. I'm not there. Or I have an oxygen tank to my left and the emergency speed-dial to my right."
"Well this situation proved you bereft of both now didn't it." OK, where am I going with this?
"Exactly," He said, suspecting she had had nothing else to say so she'd just blabbered something. She always proved to be an interesting conversationalist, even when she was half-crazy from post-claustrophobia.
"Where is Clark?" She asked the question before she could stop herself. She didn't need him to know why she was there. Although she guessed he would have either asked or had figured it out already by himself.
"Is he why you're here, Chloe?" He had always liked asking the obvious. It made people squirm, and he liked that.
"Answer the bloody question, Lex." She said, making it quite clear she didn't want to play twenty questions.
"Touché."
"Sorry."
Lex smiled. "Clark is with Martha," He wanted to prolong this as long as possible.
"Good," what good could it do her now? The New Year had already seen her in the arms of Lex. Looking up at him, she asked if he could give her directions as to where to find them.
"Yeah. It's about a hundred and seventy miles south of here in a place called Smallville."
Her eyes widened to the size of lemons. "What?"
Helping her off the ground where she had still been sitting he told her that her father had flown them back to the farm just a few hours before so that Clark and his mother and father could spend the new year together.
"It was a very shocking thing to hear, but I guess being blind has made my father a little more compassionate." Yeah right, Lex thought, he probably only sent Martha away so she wouldn't catch wind of some illegal thing he was up to.
But Chloe didn't catch the last part, as her brain was still stuck on Clark being in Smallville. Oh what a cruel hand fate had dealt her. Not only did it turn out that she was destined to spend her life with a man it would be impossible to have a relationship with, but, the man she had thought. and wanted to be with, she had had absolutely no chance of having.
"Chloe, are you OK?" He asked her, her face had suddenly become very pale.
"Yeah," She really needed to get out of here. Away from Lex. "Look, Lex thank you for saving me, but I have to go." She got up to walk away.
"Go where?" He asked her.
"To Smallville, where do you thin. shite." (A/N: yeah that's right shite, this is a PG fic after all) she slapped her forehead with her hand and was rewarded by a sharp tremor of pain. Why did she let that slip? Now he knew she had nowhere to go, and she had to go stay at his place.
"You are not driving back." She cut him off abruptly, already knowing what he was going to say and what would come out of the conversation.
"Yeah yeah. Come on, I'm tired." She started towards the door. "Your penthouse better had better have an extra room, because contrary to what Stella might think, I am not sleeping in the same bed as you." Shite. She hit her head again.
Lex walked silently behind her with a grin on his face. She was a refreshing girl. When he heard her last words and saw her hit her head again because she let something slip that she shouldn't have, he vowed to find out who 'Stella' was.
Hey, there's your latest chapter. If you like, review and I'll write again as soon as possible. Thank you for the reviews you've sent so far. They're very encouraging and appreciated.