I'm back again with an update, I'm getting better with consistency (claps for self)
I wrote another fic, Lucifer, that I could use some comments on! Please review so I can get better!
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CHAPTER 12: On the first day of Christmas. . .
Several weeks had passed, and the Kent home was preparing for the first of an elaborate 12 day tradition that heralded Christmas Day. Lois was more concerned, however, with getting dorm at Met. U set up and ready to go, and slowly moving out from the Kent's home. It took a lot of effort, but 2 interviews and a few recommendations later, Lois was un-expelled from college and would begin the new semester with a clean slate.
Chloe was still staying at the Kent's, mostly because she was still suffering bouts of pain from the gunshot, but partially because Martha Kent's cooking put most restaurants to shame. She was currently planted on the living room sofa, drinking a cup of peppermint cocoa and eyeing Clark's backside as he attempted to untangle himself from the string of tree lights that wrapped around his torso.
"Tough guy Clark Kent verses the evil Christmas ornaments! Who will win this epic battle? Seriously,Clark, put some muscle into it," Chloe laughed.
"Two more seconds, Chloe, and I'm lighting every ornament in this house on fire," Clark mumbled at he squirmed out of the strings.
"Hey, where's Lois? She's missing a golden opportunity to call you funny names and make sarcastic comments relating the tree lights to male genitalia." Chloe commented.
"I'm right here!" Lois called from the stairs, as she carried a box labeled 'X-MAS' in her arms. "Sorry I'm late. I overslept."
"It's 4:30," Chloe and Clark said simultaneously.
"Ok, I overslept a lot. . . Jeez, guys, I've been working a lot lately, and with my new dorm and registration I've just been going psycho," Lois retorted. "Anyway I come bearing gifts!" She opened the huge box and revealed a collection of ornaments dating back to Jonathan and Martha's childhood. They had a tradition of buying at least 1 new ornament per year, so the tree was always crowded by an eclectic mix of charms hanging from the tree.
"Oh my gosh! Look at this!" Chloe said holding up a picture of Clark as a small child, sitting on Santa's lap, in a little red outfit complete with a goofy smile (with absolutely no teeth.) "And he's wearing antlers!" Chloe giggled. Clark turned bright red as the two girls fell on the floor laughing. Clark attempted to grab the photo from them, but Lois slapped his hand away. "No way, Smallville. You're not getting your hands on this baby!" She stared at the tree for a moment. "I have a great idea. Screw the star this year." She grabbed a pin from her hair and reached up to the top of the tree. She pinned the photo to the highest branch and stepped back. "An Ode to a Farm boy's Christmas' Past!"
Chloe spit out her drink and cracked up laughing. Clark reached up to grab the photo, but Lois tackled him. They both landed on the floor, Lois on top of Clark. They began to stare at each other. Suddenly their mouths started move closer together, inch by inch, until they could feel each other's breath. For a second, they remained, staring into each other's eyes, and feeling their bodies against each other for one glorious moment. Then they snapped back to reality. They jerked away from each other, and stood up. Lois abruptly grabbed her jacket and headed out the door.
"Where are you going?" Chloe called.
"I just remembered I left something at the Talon, I'll be back later."
Clark was dumbfounded. He had no idea what had just come over him. He stared out the door until Chloe finally spoke up and brought him back to reality. "What just happened?"
Clark just stared.
Chloe sighed. "Clark, admit it. You like Lois."
"I don't like Lois!" Clark said a little too quickly. Chloe stared him down. "Chloe, I really don't. Honest."
But Chloe was fed up. "Clark, I'm sick of you two playing closet lovebirds, and refusing to admit that you are perfect for each other! Do you not see that you're the best thing that's ever happened to her? She was humming sappy love songs in the shower for Christ's sake! SHE DOESN'T SING! EVER! You two are just too stubborn to admit that you love each other! TELL HER ALREADY!"
Clark stepped back. Although small, Chloe was actually kind of scary when she yells. "But what if she doesn't like me back?"
"She does. But despite that, isn't it worth the risk?"
"What about my secret? I don't want to have a repeat of what happened with Lana. "
"Here's my two cents. You have two choices. You can go on living with this secret, and lose Lois, or you could step up to the plate, and find love. It's your call, Clark."
Clark took in what Chloe said. She took the silence as getting the message across. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."
"OK. I have chores to do anyway." Clark said. He began to walk away, but he tripped over a cord from the lights and did a face plant into the hardwood.
"Score 1 for the Christmas ornaments." Chloe laughed as she walked away.
Chloe never went to her room to lay down and rest. She walked into the hallway, and remained there until Clark retreated to the barn. She snuck back downstairs, around the back, and into her car. Opening the glove compartment, she grabbed out a folder bursting with phone numbers, assorted files, and newspaper clippings. She felt bad lying to Clark, but she knew that he wanted to keep her from the Luthor case as much as he could. But I'm doing this for him. . .Chloe hadn't forgotten about the videotape from the LuthorCorp building, and how it most likely caught Clark moving at full speed after she was shot. She was headed to Kansas U. to meet her contact, who had some more info on what happened that day.
She pulled up next to the old science building and walked towards a blonde man in a black sweatshirt. "Nice weather we're having" He said.
"70 chance of thunderstorms."
"You Chloe?"
"You got what I need"
"You got the cash?"
Chloe nodded in reply. The man handed over a disc, and Chloe gave him a small bag with the money. She was used to shady types like this, and knew it was best to cut the small talk and get what you needed as soon as possible. The man was a genius, but a high school dropout, and somewhat unstable. But rumor had it that if you needed something done undercover, he would do it for you at a decent price.
Upon her return to the Kent farm, it was well past dinnertime. Clark was still in the loft, probably dreaming about Lois, she though. She crept into her room and plugged in the laptop. In an instant she was inserting the disk.
What she saw made her scream.
