I disclaim. None of these characters are mine.
AN: I'm figuring Davis came down in the first meteor shower with Clark, therefore making him the same age as Clark, Chloe, and Lana.
Chapter 3
After the night of drinking she had, Chloe expected to wake up with the mother of all hang-overs. So, it was a pleasant surprise when she woke with nothing more than foggy images of the night before. Actually, she felt really good. Not at all like a girl who spent several hours recklessly, albeit gleefully, downing copious amounts of alcohol.
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially with her track record, Chloe decided not to question her good fortune. Chalking it up to good genetics, she lazily made her way to the kitchen. For her body's resilience against the evil of too much champagne, she decided to reward it with coffee.
"Morning, sweetheart."
"Hey," Chloe frowned at her father. "Since when do you work on Sunday?"
"Since Sunday became Monday."
"Today's Monday?" How the hell had she managed to sleep an entire day away? "It can't be."
"It is." Gabe nodded at the slack-jawed astonishment on his daughter's face. "Lois said you weren't feeling too well, that she was feeling a bit sick herself." At first he'd been worried that she was drunk, but didn't even notice a hint of alcohol on her when he carried her up to her room. "Actually, she just left not too long ago. She stayed with you all day yesterday, wouldn't even let me in the room." He forgot how possessive Lois was of her little cousin. And worried briefly over the problems that would cause one day when the girls got married. "The two of you must have gotten into some bad cheese."
"Must have." Chloe muttered absently
"You still seem a bit out of it." Gabe pressed a hand to her brow to check for a fever. She felt a bit warm and he didn't like the paler of her skin. "Maybe you should take the day off. Get some more rest."
"Good idea." But rest was the furthest thing from her mind.
"I'll see you when I get home."
"Okay. Bye, Dad." Chloe's mind was running at a hundred miles per hour. She realized she couldn't remember much from Lex's party. Actually, the only thing she could clearly remember was Davis.
Everything about him, from the moment their eyes met to the feel of his heart beating against her ear, came back crystal clear. She remembered every word they said to each other out on the terrace. She could even recall the way his hair felt against her fingertips when they danced.
"Chloe? Hey," Lois smiled brightly as she strolled into the kitchen. "How are you feeling? You look a little..."
"Dazed." Chloe finished. "I guess it's because I am. But that can just be from losing a whole day."
"Well, I'm just glad you're up. You were dead to the world." Because she knew her cousin, Lois didn't mention how scared she was.
"Thanks for covering for me, you know, with my dad." Making her way across the kitchen, she started a fresh pot of coffee.
"It was partly true. I was a little sick after hitting on the new teacher." Lois noticed her cousin still seemed distracted. "I wasn't going to come bug you, but Lana was getting annoying."
Like that was new. "Why?"
"She was worried you were still upset with her."
"Why would I be upset with Lana?"
"Don't know." Lois shrugged. "Asked myself the same thing when you bit her head off the other night."
"What?" Chloe pulled a mug out of the cabinet, offered one to Lois who shook her head. "I didn't bite Lana's head off." At least not that she could remember.
"Oh, yeah you did. At first I passed it off as you being drunk and pissy. But you were freakishly sober. Which is weird because it seemed like every time I saw you, you had a glass in your hand."
"I'm going with genetics." And nothing anyone said could make her think different. "Wait, why did she send you? She could have asked me herself."
"You've known her longer than I have." Lois said by way of explanation.
"Well, Clark's known her longer than I have and he still can't figure her out." Feeling generous, Chloe decided to over look the fact that Clark was not always the sharpest tack on the board anyway. This was the guy who thought his feelings for Lois was purely antagonistic. Idiot. "The hell, Lo, I can't believe you actually did it."
"Yeah, well, she was nagging. Besides, I was on my over to check on you anyway. I was worried you'd slipped into a coma."
Despite the joking tone, Chloe saw the concern in her cousin's eyes. "No coma. Hey, shouldn't you be heading to school."
"I was waiting on you little cousin."
"I'm not going." She shot her cousin a smug smile over her shoulder. "My dad thought I should take the day off."
"It's like the second week of school."
"Out of my hands, Lo. Daddy's orders."
"Whatever." She pushed away from the counter. "Hey, I'll call you at lunch."
Chloe laughed. "You'll call half-way through first period."
"Probably." Lois agreed on her way out of the kitchen.
Chloe was still laughing as she poured her cup of coffee, giving an impatient sigh when the phone rang. "Hello."
"Chloe? It's Lex."
"Hi, Lex." She could hear the confusion in her own voice. "What's going on?"
"I heard you weren't feeling well."
"You know what, if you called about me being pissed at Lana..."
"Actually, I was calling about you and Davis. You seemed awfully close the other night."
"How's that your business?"
Unfazed by her cool tone, Lex tried to reason with her. "I know he can be charming and entertaining, but he's not stable, Chloe. And he's taken an unhealthy interest in you. It'd be wise to keep your distance."
"It's none of you business, Lex." Chloe snapped out, her anger rising quickly and unexpectedly. "So, I'd advise you stay out of our relationship." It wasn't until she slammed the phone down that she realized how angry she was. "The hell."
Making up her mind instantly, Chloe ran up the stairs to shower and change. She needed to see Davis.
***
Davis knew Chloe was in the mansion. If he was honest, he'd admit he'd known the second she decided to come see him. But that was too much for him to wrap his mind around. However, the second she stepped into the manor, the atmosphere changed. It was like whatever energy she carried with her seemed to vibrate off the walls.
Davis thought about going to meet her, but decided against it. Instead he moved from the machine he was on to continue his work-out on the free weights. The loud music was as good as a trail of breadcrumbs, anyway. Besides, she already had too much control over him.
The demand that had been on the tip of her tongue when she marched into the room, died the moment Chloe laid eyes on him. He was in the gym Lex had built, standing in front of the mirrored wall. She didn't know whether to keep her eyes on his back to watch the muscles bunch and flex with each of his movements or stare at his reflection in the mirror. There was something about the subtle tone of his abs that made her weak in the knees.
Something deep inside her began to clench and twist painfully. She wanted to wrestle him to the floor so she could kiss and lick and bite every hard inch of his chest. When she started across the room to do just that, Chloe pulled herself up short.
"Shouldn't you be in school young lady?"
There was a mocking tone to his voice, that hint of teasing amusement that only a Luthor could pull off. "Shouldn't you?"
Instead of answering her, Davis shifted the weights to start a new series of exercises.
The fact that she considered standing in this very spot and watching him for however long he worked out simply pissed her off. "What the hell did you do to me?"
In complete contradiction to what was inside him, Davis calmly set his weights back in place before turning to face her. "What's that?" He allowed a lazy smirk to curl his lips.
"Don't do that?" Chloe demanded, taking a step back. The smirk did nothing but draw her attention to his mouth. And that took her back to Lex's party and the teasing kiss that left her needy and aching. "You did something to me and don't try to deny it. I've had guys throw more weird shit my way than you could shake a stick at. There is something wall of weird worthy going on here and you have five seconds to tell me what it is."
Davis was completely fascinated by her face. She was so beautifully expressive. "Wall of what?"
Chloe thought maybe he should stop talking all together. She wanted his mouth so badly. "Oh, God, this can't be happening to me. Something...I can feel you. It's like you're inside me, taking me over. I spent all day, yesterday, in bed dreaming about you. I can't..." Tell me what you did! Tell me, now, damn it!
"I swear to you, Chloe, I didn't do anything." Davis frowned, not recognizing the pleading voice as his own. "I've wanted you since the first moment I set eyes on you. Touching you the way I did at the party was not part of my plan. Not for some time anyway. But then you came to me, you wanted me to touch you...I didn't do anything."
And somehow she knew he was telling the truth. But that did nothing to soothe her mind. "Something is wrong. Tell me you get that there is something seriously off about this."
He had her with him; at this point Davis could give a shit about anything else. Lazily, he made his way across the room to her. "It might be a little strange."
"Might?" Chloe's voice wasn't steady when he moved to stand directly in front of her. She couldn't stop her hand from pressing to his bare chest. "The music is bouncing off the walls and we're not shouting or straining to hear each other. I can feel your heart as if it's beating in my own chest. I know what you're thinking. That's strange. There's no 'might' to it."
Framing her hips with his hands, Davis brought her body flush against his. The feel of her hand moving across his skin was making him crazy. "What am I thinking right now?"
The low, sexy tone to his voice sent a shiver up her spine. "You want to watch my face the first time I take you inside me." Chloe whispered helplessly. "You know that the one before won't matter." And there'll never be anyone else. You'll be my last.
"Okay, maybe that is strange." And still he didn't care. "But tell me how that's wrong."
"Someone...they did something to us." Saying it, even knowing it, couldn't stop her from touching him. Couldn't make her pull away when his lips brushed over her ear. He was slowly driving her insane. "We...our feelings...they're being manipulated."
"So, you're saying the way I felt when I first saw you wasn't real." His mouth moved down to hers. "It sure as hell felt real."
"Yes...no... after...on the balcony."
"You wanted me before then." His reminder was a whisper against her lips. "Don't deny it."
When his teeth grazed her bottom lip, she couldn't stop the moan that hummed low in her throat. "But now-"
"Shh. Now, I just want to kiss you." Please let me kiss you. Please.
It was the 'please' that snapped her control. Her hands were anything but gentle when they gripped at his shoulders. The eyes that locked onto his were an electric blue. "This isn't real."
"Yes it is." Hungrily, Davis' mouth closed over hers. Impatient, near desperate, he forced her back against the wall. And when the tip of her tongue flickered over his, he wanted to pull her inside him.
Want. Need. Take. Davis wasn't sure if those were his thoughts or hers. Though, he didn't care either way. Her taste was just as it had been in his dreams. The moans escaping her throat just as sexy. Effortlessly, he lifted her until her legs wrapped around his waist and he could press more intimately against her.
Instantly the need to feel his skin against hers was unbearable. Before Chloe could even speak the words, Davis ripped her shirt right down the middle. Aroused beyond reason, she let him go just long enough to strip off the useless remains of her top.
Expertly, Davis used one hand to unhook her bra. His fingers were gentle when they pushed the straps off her shoulders.
"You couldn't show my shirt the same consideration." Chloe managed to pant out as her lips pressed against his pulse.
"You didn't want me to."
When he looked at her and smiled-not smirked, but a genuine dimpled smile-Chloe's breath caught. She'd known he could be sexy and dangerous. But it never occurred to her that he could look the way he did at this moment. "You're beautiful." Her voice was wistful as she traced the lines of his mouth with the tips of her fingers. She near melted when his eyes flashed an incredible shade of blue.
"You're everything." Davis managed before crushing his mouth to hers.
***
The music was up to a deafening level when Lex walked into his home several hours later. The mild annoyance he felt at seeing Chloe's car went up another notch. The last two people, he truly believed, who needed to be together was Chloe and Davis. He loved his brother, truly he did. But he wasn't blind to the fact that there was something different about him. It was one of the reasons Lex asked him to move to Smallville now that their father was in jail. He wanted to get his brother the help he needed.
When he walked into the gym and saw them he wasn't sure what to think. They were on the floor, Chloe was sprawled across Davis' chest, and they were both naked from the waist up. Since clearing his throat would be pointless, what with the music up so loud, Lex walked over to kneel down next to them. Taking off his jacket, he covered Chloe before giving her a slight nudge.
It was Davis who shot awake to grab Lex's wrist. For a minute, he thought his brother's eyes were a different color. Almost immediately, Chloe was up as well. Though the color didn't change, the anger in her eyes matched Davis'.
"If you let me go," Lex had to shout. "I can turn around so Chloe can get dressed." When Davis released him, he did as promised. It wasn't until his jacket was flung at his back that he turned to face them. Chloe had both her arms wrapped around Davis' waist.
"Maybe if you turn the music down," Once again, Lex found himself shouting to be heard. "We can discuss this."
Davis ignored his brother to brush Chloe's hair behind her ear. "I should get you another shirt."
Chloe looked down at the T-shirt he gave her, it was the one he'd been wearing at the start of his work-out. I like this one. It smells like you. "You might as well turn it off so we can get this over with."
Lex frowned. How in the hell could they hear each other? And why, when Davis moved to turn off the stereo, did Chloe look at him as if she could rip his throat out. "I'm not even sure where to begin."
"I do." Chloe snapped. "This is none of your business. If you want to complain about finding us together on your floor, go ahead. But my relationship with Davis is none of your concern."
"Relationship? One dance and a couple hours rolling around on the floor does not a relationship make."
"Says you." Davis tossed back easily.
"Yeah? I'm sure Gabe Sullivan would agree with me as well." Lex countered calmly.
"Don't threaten me, Lex." Chloe's eyes flashed dangerously. "I promise I'll make you sorry for it."
With a smirk to rival Lionel's, Davis pulled Chloe close. "I'd listen to her if I were you, bro. She can be downright mean when crossed." And with that he pulled her out of the room with him.
Confused and more disturbed than he was willing to admit, Lex walked to his office, and settled behind his desk. Picking up his phone, he took a moment to decide the best person to call. Actually, the best person to call was Lois. But he doubted she'd take advice from him. Unsure, but decided none-the-less, he called Lana. It was possible that, when the situation presented itself, she would prove to be a good friend to Chloe.
***
"Chloe? Is that you?" Gabe stepped out of the kitchen to see his daughter all but crawling up the hall to her bedroom. "Where've you been?"
"School." She lied without hesitation. "You know me. Can't stay away from my paper for too long."
"Are you hungry? I ordered a pizza."
"Sounds great. Just let me go change first."
Ten minutes later, when Gabe went to check on her, she lay face down across her bed. It was just like Chloe to work herself to the point of exhaustion. With a shake of his head, he removed her shoes, her jacket, and pulled the comforter up to her shoulders before clicking her lamp off and backing out of the room
***
"Military School?" They were sitting on a blanket in a perfectly moonlit field. Chloe couldn't help but to admire the way he looked. He was so darkly handsome, the way the moon played over his features only seemed to accentuate it. "You're not one of those crazy guys who had to be sent away are you?" Which would be just her luck.
Davis laughed, trying to ignore the danger he felt lurking around them. Sure that if he turned to look behind them, he'd see the thing that had been hunting his dreams since he was a child. "No. Lionel was obsessed with me being a perfect physical specimen. The day after I learned to tie my shoes away I went. I spent my summers at every sports camp you can imagine: baseball, basketball, football, boxing."
Her hand went to his shoulder so that she could run her fingers over the muscles in his arm. "As much as I'm currently appreciating Lionel's effort, what was the reason behind his obsession."
Davis moved his shoulders restlessly. "Don't know. You know there was this one time, I was about seven, Lionel took Lex and I to Paris for Christmas. My brother and I had this game 'General Washington versus Alexander the Great'."
"Because cowboys and Indians was just far too common for you rich boys. I bet you two used whatever hotel you were in as your own playground."
"Yeah, we kind of did. Which is were the problem started. Lex lunged at me with this fake sword, I jumped out of the way, and went down two flights of stairs."
"Oh my God."
"A normal reaction. I remember screaming my head off, when my Dad found me I was still screaming, and that just pissed him off. He took me back to the penthouse and just laid into me, telling me to be a man, that I needed to learn how to take a little pain if I wanted to be unstoppable. He picked up this bat...For a minute I honestly thought he was going to crack that thing over my head."
Reaching out she placed a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing soothingly until he turned to look at her. "I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for. Just life with Lionel Luthor. Nothing compared to what Lex got, anyway." Trying to shake off the mood, he laid back until his head was resting in her lap.
"Who's dream is this?" Running her fingers absently along his jaw, Chloe took in their surroundings. Nothing-not the simmering clear lake or the secluded field surrounding it-was familiar to her. "I don't know where we are, but I figured that if this was your dream we'd be naked in your bed like last time."
"It's mine."
"How do you know?"
Davis voice was low, he shifted until his arms could lock around her waist. "Can't you feel it. It's behind you. Normally..." Normally it would have rushed him and ripped him to pieces. "It hasn't come out, not really, since Lex's party.
Chloe turned her head, saw something large rush back into the woods. She could feel Davis trembling. "It's okay. It's gone now." She paused long enough to lean over and kiss him. "Tell me again that this isn't strange."
"Can't lie to you, beautiful. It's those eye, those big beautiful eyes." Reaching out, Davis brought the palm of her hand to his lips. "I've been dreaming of you since the first moment I saw you. Never occured to me you'd actually be here one day."
"We have to find out what's going on." Even as she said it, Chloe was brushing her lips over his. "Before we slip into a coma or something."
***
Jon Mowry said nothing as his sister made a show of sulking around the room. Really her dramatics were getting a bit old. Not to mention, that at her age, it was just sad.
"I'm not that old." Nina snapped at her brother. "Moreover, no matter how old I get I'll always be younger than you, dear brother."
"How many centuries must pass before you stop tossing those three minutes back in my face?" Jon asked dryly.
"Dozens." Nina shot back. It was infuriating that he could be so at ease when the restlessness was making her skin crawl. First he moved her to this nowhere town, then made her promise not use magic for the duration of their stay. "I miss home."
"As do I." Jon agreed. "And had you not turned Alice Watson into a cretin we'd still be there."
"She was lying about being with child, lying about even having lain with Rhys Kingsley. And on the eve of his wedding to sweet Victoria Welch. It was despicable, really." And if someone hadn't mislabeled the dove feathers, Alice Watson would have ingested a truth serum as Nina had intended. "Normally I wouldn't have interfered, but true love-"
"Please, Nina, spare me the speech on true love. It's been grating for going on a century now."
"That's because you've never experienced it." And she could hardly wait until love slapped him across his smug face. "Is there a Chloe Sullivan in any of your classes?"
"Yes there is." The eyes that looked up at her were full of suspicion. "Why? Oh, Nina tell me you didn't. She's a child and my student. That's illegal in this country."
"What? Oh, brother I wouldn't even consider it."
"Than why did you ask after her."
"I met her at the party the other night. She's an intriguing young woman." Nina worked hard to shield her thoughts, making sure to concentrate completely on rearranging the shapes on the painting above the mantle. Instead the flames in the fireplace began to take shape and dance.
"Is that Rapunzel, sister?"
Well, that was not at all what she had intended to do. "You know what would be fun, brother."
"Considering our idea of fun differ so vastly, I highly doubt it."
Three hundred years old and already the fun had been sucked out of him. It was sad really. "Won't you at least let me modify the memory of that girl who tried to pick you up at the party the other night?"
"No."
"What about a vision spell so she can realize her feelings for the young man she was with?"
"No."
"What about-"
"No." Jon cut her off.
"Well why not?" Nina huffed as she dropped onto the couch.
"Because, my darling sister, you're ability to cast an adequate spell has not improved in three centuries. If I allowed you to cast a spell on that poor child she'd likely end up a blind amnesiac."
"I've never-"
"Paris. 1903."
"You interrupted me. Really that was your fault."
"If I hadn't interrupted you, he'd be dead. Nina, you're a brilliant empath. You see things even the most experienced witch could never dream of. But as far as spells go...you're shite." Holding up a hand, he blocked the fireball she flung his way. "That was suppose to be a tennis ball wasn't it."
"Oh, shut up, Jon."