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Chapter 4

"Please tell me it's Tuesday." Chloe's voice was cautious as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Indeed it is." Gabe confirmed as he finished his coffee. He'd been stalling until she came out of her room. Any longer, he'd have gone in and dragged her to the hospital. "Try to fuel your system with more than just caffeine, please."

Taking the bagel out of his hand, Chloe took a healthy bite from it. "Okay."

"I had actually planned on eating that." When she took another bite, Gabe sighed. "Good to see you're feeling better. Other wise I wouldn't be able to do my job." At her confused look, he smiled. "I'll be going out of town for a few days. Topeka, actually. Nina Mowry," He continued by way of explanation. "She really hit the ground running let me tell you."

Chloe wanted to object, with the weirdness going on in her life lately and the close call they had over the summer, she really wanted her father close by. But the fact of the matter was, Lex had given him his job back and turning down assignments would just be foolish at this point. "I wouldn't have figured you two would be working together."

"Neither would I, but it sorta worked out that way. I called your cousin to let her know I'd be gone for a few days, thought about asking her to come stay with you but then I remembered who I was talking to." Gabe loved that Chloe and Lois were so close, but he knew better than to leave them alone together for any length of time. "I shudder to think what the two of you can get up to."

"Come on, Dad, you act like you're going to come back to find us tattooed and pregnant."

"The fact that she said exactly the same thing is the very reason I'm worried." A quick glance at his watch had Gabe setting his coffee mug aside. "I'm going to be late. Money's in the desk drawer, I'll be back in a few days." He pressed a gentle kiss to her brow. "I love you. Be good."

Chloe smiled as her father hurried out. It may be silly, but it always made her smile when he left her with instructions to 'be good'. It was one of those things that let her know, no matter how old she got, she'd always be his little girl. It showed that she wasn't just an asset as Lionel's children had been to him, she was loved. She wanted that for Davis. Then it occurred to her: She was that for him. No matter what, he'd always belong to her.

***

"And I really don't see how that could be considered irrational. Do you?" Lois waited for her cousin to reply, but one look told her Chloe had completely tuned her out. "Cuz? Hey!"

Stumbling from Lois' unnecessary shove, Chloe turned to glare at her cousin. "The hell?"

"You could at least pretend to care. Where'd you go just then?"

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Mr. Williams. He...." Lois noticed that once again her cousin's mind had wandered some place else "Chloe!"

"Sorry." Chloe tried to tune in to what Lois was saying. But it was hard when all she could think about was the feel of the muscles in Davis' back as they bunched and flexed beneath her hands. The way his entire body tensed when she ran her tongue up his torso, from his belly button to the pulse in his neck. God, his taste is the most amazing thing ever.

"What did you just say?" Lois turned to stare wide-eyed at Chloe.

Shit, Chloe winced, did I really just say that. Okay, Sullivan, time to channel Clark. "Uh, what did you hear?"

"I thought," But Chloe couldn't have just said....could she? Because if her little cousin was...well, she'd know. Actually, she'd have to know. How else was she going to hunt the son of a bitch down and threaten him within an inch of his life if he hurt Chloe? Having settled the matter in her mind, Lois shook her head. "Nothing. Never mind."

Chloe let out a sigh of relief. She really wasn't ready to tell her cousin what was happening to her. On top of everything else, the last thing she needed was Lois trying to kill Davis before she could learn the truth about what had been done to them. "So, Mr. Williams?" That seemed to be all the cue her cousin needed to start on her rant regarding teachers and grading systems. And Chloe was trying to pay attention, really she was, but she could feel Davis. Knew he was close by and she wanted nothing more than to find him to be near him. "Listen, I gotta run...something at the paper...so I'll see you in class, yeah."

Approaching from the opposite direction, Clark gave his friend a large smile. "Hey, Chlo. Chloe?" He frowned when she continued forward, not even sparing him a glance. "You two fight?" He asked Lois when she stood next to him.

"No." Lois' brow creased as she watched Chloe walk away. "Something is going on with her. And I really don't like it."

***

"Thinking about writing for the school paper Mr. Bloome." He was standing at her desk in a pair of expensive looking jeans, a well worn pair of leather boots, and a green button up work shirt, looking every bit as incredible as he had in his tux. There was something so completely Luthor about him; that air of arrogance, the way he filled the small room. But there was also something soft about him, kindness that no one would equate with a Luthor.

"Considering the fact that I can't string a sentence together, no." Reaching out he grabbed her hand, pulling her until they were pressed together. "But making out with the editor-in-chief...I'm really good at that."

That wasn't something Chloe could really argue with. "Class starts in like two minutes."

His hands slid into her hair. "Someone's going to be a little late." Before his mouth could do more then brush hers, there was a sharp knock on the door. Davis turned to see the V.P glaring at them through the glass. It took him several moments to realize the man wanted him to separate from Chloe, something he was vehemently against, but had no say in since Chloe backed away a few steps. He waited for the man to walk about before reaching for her again. "What do you say we get out of here." It was clear he wouldn't be able to do any of the things he wanted to do to her as long as they were at the school.

"And go where." The fact that she was considering it was a clear indication that she had a very big problem.

"Anywhere, nowhere. I don't really care." His thumb brushed absently over the back of her hand. "Anywhere I can touch you all I want. However I want. Let's just go."

Bad idea, Chloe heard the warning clearly in her head. Leaving with him, continuing to see him, was just trouble waiting to happen. The best thing for her to do would be to walk out of the office and as far away from Davis Bloome as she could possibly get. "Okay."

***

When the hand clamped down on her shoulder, Lois let out an ear-bleeding scream even as she swung out and dropped into a fighting stance.

"The hell, Lois." Chloe managed to dodge the fist her cousin struck out with, though her eardrums cried out in pain.

"Jesus, Chloe." Lois placed hand over her rapidly beating heart. "Give a girl a warning before you jump out at her in a dark alley."

"Well you knew I was out here waiting for you."

"It's Smallville, Chlo. You're the one who told me bad things happen very quickly here."

Giving her cousin that one, Chloe nodded. Wasn't she out here right now because of the bad turn her night took. "You trust me, Lo?"

"Of course. What's going on? Why are we out here like this? And where did you disappear to today?"

"I need your help." Chloe fought the urge to wring her hands. "I was at this club in Metropolis tonight-"

"The hell. What were you doing at a club? You've been there all day, why?"

"No, I wasn't there all day." When they left the school, Davis took her out on his motorcycle. They rode around for several hours, before finding themselves back at Luthor manor. He wanted to switch vehicles so he could take her out. Chloe agreed, because when she was with Davis she found herself unable to do anything else.

"And what the hell are you wearing?"

Wincing at her cousin's shrill tone, Chloe reconsidered calling Lana. But she knew Lois was justified in her reaction. Her night had been a study in bad decision making. The first of which was ditching school to run off with a guy she hardly knew. The second was traipsing through Metropolis in a skirt that barely covered her ass. "I was trying to look-"

"Like a hooker?" Lois finished for her.

"I was going with older." But she could see where Lois got hooker. And she thought so as well, but when she stepped out of the department store dressing room and saw the way Davis' eyes darkened with desire well...again she had not been thinking clearly all night.

"Whatever. You need to get upstairs and change right now."

"Who are you telling." Though her shoes made her legs look all kinds of hot, her feet were killing her. "But Lois, I need you to focus. I was at his club, with this guy-"

"What guy?" Lois interrupted again, but quickly shut up at her cousin's look. "Sorry."

"Anyway, I was with a guy and the bartender pulled him to the side, so this other guy came up to talk to me and-"

"Let me guess, he slipped you something." Off her cousin's look, Lois bit off a curse. "I'll find him and kill him."

"Look at me, Lo." Chloe grabbed Lois' arms. "Do I look like I've been drugged?"

"No." But she looked worried, maybe even a little scared. "What happened, Chlo?"

"I was going to switch the drinks."

"And you killed him, didn't you. That's why you called me out here, isn't it. To help you hide the body." Lois looked down at her clothes. She'd been fast asleep when Chloe called her and had done nothing more than slip on her flip-flops before throwing a jacket on over her shorts and tank in her rush out the door to her cousin's apartment. "I'm going to need better shoes."

Chloe stopped her cousin before she could run back to her car. She tried not to think about how readily Lois agreed to help her cover up a murder. But she knew, if the shoe was on the other foot, she'd do the same thing. What that said about their relationship, she didn't know. "I was going to switch the drinks." She repeated. "But before I could, Davis grabbed my glass and downed it. I guess the other guy recognized him, because the second he laid eyes on Davis he took off out of there." She told Lois how Davis reached over the bar and pulled the bartender across the surface. "Apparently, he was in on it. Which I pretty much figured, because really isn't that how these things usually go."

Lois listened as Chloe explained how someone had called the police and Davis-whoever the hell that was-began to sway on his feet. But somehow he still managed to put a hand under Chloe's elbow and lead her out of the club, when they reached the parking lot, however, he was leaning on her for support. "Well, what happened to him? Is he okay?"

"That's why I called you. He's in the car." She gestured to the sleek black Porsche behind her. "I couldn't take him home, Lex would never let me hear the end of it." Chloe mumbled as she walked to the car.

"What does Lex have to do with anything?" Lois asked as she rushed to the car as Chloe pulled open the passenger side door. Her eyes tried to make out the face of the man passed out in the car, but the alley didn't provide much in the way of light.

"That's not really important right now. This is Davis."

"Yeah, I figured that much out."

Chloe made a restless movement with her shoulders. Sometimes you just couldn't tell with Lois.

"So, you brought him here?" Lois rubbed her hands tiredly over her face. The passenger side seat was laid all the way back. She couldn't figure out how her cousin managed to wrap the seatbelt around him twice that way. "It looks like you kidnapped him, Chlo. You didn't kidnap him, did you?"

"Technically...yeah, I kind of think I did." Chloe began to unravel the safety belt. "Are you going to help me get him upstairs or not."

"Fine. I still need to change my shoes." Lois ran over to her car, luckily having two set of sneakers in her trunk. Chloe's current footwear were not at all conducive to what they were about to do.

Together they huffed and pulled, grunted and dragged, whimpered and carried Davis up the stairs to Chloe's apartment. They nearly dropped him while Chloe was unlocking the door. When they got him inside the door, they actually did drop him.

"How in the hell did you get him into the car by yourself." Lois asked as she stretched her back.

"He was already half in, I just kind of pushed and shoved him the rest of the way." It had taken her damn near ten minutes. "Ready?"

Lois crotched to lift him again. "To the couch right."

"No, I'm going to put him in my room." Chloe prepared to lift him when she noticed that Lois had stood back up. "What?"

"And where are you going to sleep?"

"In my bed, where else."

"Nope. No. No. There's no way I'm letting you share your bed with some guy you hardly know. Are you insane?"

"Lois, he's not going to be comfortable on the couch." She knew that stubborn look on her cousin's face and prepared to argue. But a wave of exhaustion so strong hit her, she swayed on her feet. There would be no arguing, her brain was not up to working it's way around Lois logic. "Fine. Whatever."

Concerned by, but not about to question, her cousin's easy acquiesce Lois once again bent to lift Davis again. They managed to drag him to the couch, by this point Lois was doing most of it. And managed to rip his shirt in the process of getting him up on the couch.

"Wait, take his shoes off before putting his feet up."

"Should we take his shirt off, too."

"Why should we take his shirt off, Lo?"

"Might as well, it's already ripped."

"Would you want to wake up topless in a strange apartment?"

"Point taken." Stepping back, Lois studied the sleeping man. "He's cute. Actually he's really cute."

Chloe pulled the throw blanket from the back of the couch and placed it over him. "You should see him when he's awake." Her fingers traced the lines of his mouth. "I really appreciate the help, Lo. You shouldn't drive back to the farm so late."

"Like I was going to leave you alone with some strange guy."

"Right." Chloe mumbled before climbing onto the couch. She draped herself across Davis' body, burying her face in his neck, and falling immediately to sleep.

Yeah, Lois didn't think she liked this at all.