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Perry White Goes to Town

Chloe stepped into the Torch office to find Clark standing in front of the Wall of Weird with a very intent stranger. She had tried not to look at it for some time now. Lucas could have convinced her to bring it up again, so that when Lex finally remembered, not much would have changed.

"I think we should go," Clark said. Chloe wondered how someone so obviously strong can sound so cowardly.

"Boy, I thought our stuff was off the wall. This is incredible."

She cleared her throat and clarified. "They're all true."

"Chloe. Mr. White is interested in the meteor shower. I didn't think it would hurt if he had a look," Clark explained.

''I have nothing to hide."

"Well, good. I think we've already borrowed two or three of your ideas for our show." Suddenly, the stranger's charming curiosity became warped with agenda. "Do you make it all up yourself, or do you pull in other writers?''

Chloe narrowed her eyes at Clark. ''Excuse me?"

The stranger then handed Chloe a business card. "Just professional curiosity. It's not every day that I meet another junk journalist with a penchant for the bizarre."

After reading the card, Chloe glared at Clark again. She had far heavier and more serious problems than this. When she had believed this man was genuinely interested in her word, she had entertained him to see if Lucas was right, and that her work was actually of help to some. "XStyles?" she repeated. "Look, I have a penchant for the truth, something your freaks and shrieks cable show gave up around episode two."

Perry started laughing. He held up his hands in front of him in mock surrender. "Oooh."

"All right," Clark interrupted, before Chloe could get more riled up with him than she already was. "We're done here."

Before they could leave though, Chloe stopped them. Clark frowned at her, which Chloe took for confusion. "You're THE Perry White?"

"Hey, why don't I leave you two alone to patch things up? You can just swing back later for more of the grand tour," he said to Clark. Then, he left without acknowledging Chloe's question.

Chloe turned to Clark, almost red and hopping in excitement. "Clark! Do you have any idea who that was?"

Claire shook her head and tossed her pen on the desk. Lex had wasted a full week of her life talking about the interior design of the mansion. Finally, she got Lex to sit down and agree to take one session seriously. The Luthors may be good in bargaining, but so was she. After threatening not to complete the documents he needed for a clean bill of mental health, Lex had become reluctantly amenable.

"Why all the fuss, I'll never know," Claire murmured. Lex was sufficiently relaxed and likely more welcome to conversation. "What do you dream about Lex?"

At first, he pursed his lips as if he wasn't going to answer. Lex's eyes were closed as he recounted, "I dream about death, and not about bullets or plane crashes. Those are too easy. I dream about that island starving to death because there's no food, or dehydrating because there's no water."

"Lex, do you remember what your life was like in Smallville before you got married?"

"Same as it is now," Lex replied wryly.

"Do you have memories of wonderful things, and feel like it's just not right--that something is missing?"

There was a long pause. Someone. Someone was missing, but she wasn't going to know that. "Sometimes," was all he said.

"Well," Claire exclaimed, impressed at how honest and open Lex now was, "that's it for the day. Baby steps."

Lex opened his eyes.

"That wasn't so hard, was it? And you were so reluctant to tell me about those dreams."

He turned his head towards the window. "Here's the catch. i wouldn't even think about telling another soul, but I'm afraid about the images haunting me."

"It's perfectly understandable to dream about a horrid past," Claire assured him.

"Lately, more and more, I've been dreaming about my brother's girlfriend. And the situations that my subconscious puts us in are not horrid at all," Lex shared. "Is this a manifestation of my needs?"

Claire smiled and patted his hand. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," she told him. "It's probably your subconscious telling you that you want to develop closeness with your brother, Lex."

But Lucas never figured in the dreams. In Lex's dream life, Chloe was not connected to his brother.

The phone in Lucas' pocket rang while he was having dinner with both Lex and their father. Lucas turned it off and placed it on the table.

"That's not proper table manners, Lucas," Lionel reminded his son.

Lucas checked the registered number and said, "It's Chloe." Lex glanced up. "I'll just call her back."

"You know," Lex said casually, "it could be important."

"If it is, she'll call back."

"She could easily run out of minutes. What calling plan is she using anyway?"

Lucas studied his brother's impassive face. Why was Lex all of a sudden interested in Chloe? For all he knew, Lex still held a grudge against the young woman he still believed was Lucas' girlfriend.

Lex must have noticed the regard being given to him by Lucas and Lionel. He mentioned offhandedly, "If you like her, I do have to exert some effort to know her."

"Ah what a tangled web we weave," Lionel quoted. His sons looked at him, as if wondering what had gotten dislodged in that Luthor brain. "What? I like this quote."

Before the two could comment, Luas' phone rang again. "Answer it," Lex advised.

Lucas stood and walked away from the table, but remained inside the dining room. "Chloe, calm down I can barely understand you."

Lex sat up on his seat as he imagined a memory of Chloe calling him from her school ventilator shaft as she took pictures of the water sprinklers spouting fire, back in the desperate days of the varsity team. Where was he getting all of these dreams of her? Now, it won't even stop during his waking hours.

"Well don't make hasty decisions. I want you to think about this carefully tonight." Lucas sighed. "You can't be decided now. You only started considering it thirty minutes ago." Pause. "Fine. But I'm coming with you."

Lex watched his brother as Lucas returned to his seat. He was about to ask, but it would have been too obvious. "Was there anything wrong?"

"No." If Lex asked another question, then this interest was more than what he had implied.

"It sounded like there was."

"Not exactly." Lucas smiled at the guarantee that even if Lex never starts remembering, nature was taking its course and his brother was falling for her again. "A man named Perry White dropped by the Torch office."

"That man is a hack!" Lionel muttered.

"That's what Chloe said too. She said he's sold himself out. But she also remembers that he was once a great journalist."

Lex nodded in encouragement.

"She wants to go back to Metropolis with him to help him with his cynicism for journalism."

"What!" Lionel exclaimed.

"Is she insane?" Lex hissed. "You're not letting her, are you?"

"Chloe is her own woman."

"You're right," Lex whispered.

Lucas saw Lionel's brows arch.

"You don't even know her," Lucas replied. If he needed Lex to remember, then he should test the limits of a new aspect of Lex that he now bared. "What was the only contact you've had with her--blaming her for some psycho going after you?"

Lionel's lips curved at the tense posture of both his sons as they sat for the meal.

"I've known her before you even existed to this town!"

Lucas sucked in his breath. Was that it? Did Lex finally remember? Then why wasn't he running out the door and driving towards Chloe?

"So you remember everything?"

Even Lionel held his breath.

"I met her in the Torch office almost two years ago." Lex narrowed his eyes. "I never forgot anything." He pushed away from the table. "I know what this is. You two," he looked from Lucas to his father, "believe that I still don't have all my memories."

"Now where did you ever get that idea?" Lionel shook his head. "Paranoia, Lex. I believe that's what it's called." Lex was already on his way out the door. "Where are you going?" Lionel called out. "You should speak with Claire!"

Chloe watched the journalist that she used to admire as Perry scrutinized the posts on the Wall of Weird. "If you let me know what you're looking for, I'm sure I could help you find it."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"So you'd quit hanging around here and I'd get some work done," she answered lightly. Then, Chloe smiled. "And maybe because you were once the kind of reporter that I would like to be. Though, I'm-I'm curious how one goes from multiple Pulitzer nominations to walking the Bigfoot beat."

"What if I told you that I landed the story of a lifetime?"

"And why didn't you write it?" She glanced at Perry and saw something in his eyes she never wanted to see when she looked in the mirror. "Perry 'The Pit Bull' White backing off a story? That's hard to believe. Who was it? Lionel Luthor?"

Perry looked at the girl up and down. "I'm warning you now. Not everyone respects good investigative journalism."

"I'm not afraid of the Luthors," she told him. "If there's anything you need to know about me, then that's it."

"And why would I want to know anything about you?"

Chloe grinned. She pointed to the Wall. "Because I most likely have the information you're looking for. Because I'm willing to go to Metropolis to help you out."

Perry turned his back on the Wall and faced Chloe. "Are you insane?" he hissed.

"Maybe." Chloe's eyes sparkled.

"No!"

"Don't be too hasty," Chloe cautioned. "I want you to think about it. I can help you, Mr. White."

Perry moved towards the door, shaking his head. "You need someone to rein you in," Perry muttered.

Chloe smiled, satisfied and feeling lighter than she had felt in months.

After Perry left the Torch office, he was taken aback at the sight of Lex Luthor lounging against th wall outside the office. Perry tried to slip unnoticed, then Lex turned towards him.

"I see you," Lex said softly.

Perry kept walking away. "Nothing to talk about, Luthor."

Lex nodded. "See that there isn't. Oh and one more thing, Mr. White." Perry stopped and listened, without looking at Lex. "I'm running you out of town. Consider yourself warned."

Perry took deep breaths before turning around to look back at Lex. When he looked back, Lex was no longer leaning against the wall. Instead, he only saw the closing door of the Torch office.

"Ms Sullivan," Lex called. "I came to apologize."

The office was empty. There was no answer.

"Ms Sullivan!"

Lex frowned at the thought of Perry White hanging around Chloe's office unchaperoned. He looked around, trying to figure out if something had gone missing since the last time he barged in here. Everything seemed to be in order.

Lex heard a soft moan. He searched for the source of the sound and saw Chloe Sullivan lying on the floor beside the desk. He knelt before her and tapped her cheek.

"Ms Sullivan, are you alright?"

She breathed softly, "Lex."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared into his eyes.

And Lex was taken aback by an image of her standing in the middle of his darkened bedroom as he stalked towards her and took her in his arms in a breathtaking kiss. And his lips released hers.

"What happened?" she said softly.

"I found you here unconscious." Lex groaned inside, because his voice had never been softer before.

"Oh."

"I'll help you up," he offered.

Chloe gratefully took his hand. Lex placed an arm around her waist and lifted her to her feet. He breathed in her scent, which sent his senses reeling.

Of all the jokes fate could play on him, why did it have to be an unfortunate and uncalled for crush on his brother's girl?