Sequel to: Paradise Interrupted
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Chloe/Lex
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Two years later, Chloe runs into Sam, and he just doesn't know what to make of the dangerous bitch she's become. But her bad attitude and edgy clothes aren't what he has the most trouble adjusting to. Lex Luthor is.
Boots on the dashboard of the mustang Sam drove, Chloe leaned her seat back and looked up at the ceiling as they drove into the night. There was silence between them, and she sighed, sending Sam a sideways glance whenever he was too lost in thought to notice it. She had to admit that seeing him again had thrown her through a loop, and she'd gone into defensive mode immediately on him, which really hadn't been the best thing she could do. None of this was Sam's fault, if anything he was probably the only truly innocent person she knew, and her conscious kinda hurt remembering how she'd tried to hurt him on purpose. But it was best if it was this way.
This way Sam would just get over it and get on with his life.
She frowned darkly.
What the hell had he been doing working in a garage anyway?
The guy was incredibly intelligent, the smartest normal human being she'd ever met.
There was no reason why he shouldn't be studying at Stanford right now, learning to become the best lawyer out there.
It had pissed her off to see him in that dinky little garage, covered in all that shit.
He was so much better than that.
Shaking her head, Chloe tapped her foot against the dashboard in time with the music playing.
She couldn't understand Sam.
She'd told him she'd killed a person.
She'd smiled when she'd said it.
And yet here he was driving her to the next city, without a thought for his own safety or anything.
He was really too naive.
It annoyed her.
Just because he didn't have any bit of darkness in him didn't mean that everyone else was like that.
Where the hell was his self-preservation?
Where was that little voice inside everyone that told them to STAY AWAY FROM THE PREDATOR?
NOT "give the predator a ride"?
She sighed, tapping her foot harder.
Her phone rang and she checked the number, wincing.
Her green gaze went to Sam and then she took in a deep breath, answering it. "Before you shout at me for not being there yet, it was Mercy's stupid BMW that broke down."
"When have I ever shouted at you?" The voice on the other end of the line wanted to know.
She snorted. "Last week. In Bogota."
"Let me rephrase the question then." The male voice was amused. "When have I ever shouted at you when you didn't deserve it?"
"I didn't deserve it in Bogota." She insisted, insulted at the insinuation.
"You purposely infuriated the head of the local drug Cartel and could have been killed."
"I had those estupidos wrapped around my pinkie." She pouted.
"Lex." She mimicked his tone, before smiling, shaking her head.
He sighed. "Stop it."
"Gonna spank me if I don't?" She teased.
Sam's grip on the wheel tightened.
"No." Lex scoffed, though amusement was thick in his voice. "You wouldn't consider that a punishment."
Laughing, she leaned her head against the window.
"So you still in 'Podunk Hollow'?" He wanted to know. "Do you need me to come get you?"
"Nah, I'm on my way to you right now." She sent a sideways glance at Sam. "I caught a ride out with an old acquaintance and he's going to take me to the rendezvous point."
"Old acquaintance?" Lex asked, curiously, warily.
She sighed. "Sam, Lex."
Sam turned to look at her, as if surprised that the person she was talking to knew who he was.
There was a moment's silence, then... "What are you doing with him?"
"He worked in Podunk Hollow." She replied.
There was another moment's silence. "What does he know, Chloe?"
She looked out of the window. "Apparently they knew about our powers from before."
"What else does he know?"
"You mean the fact that I killed your daddy dearest the second my collar came off?"
Sam suddenly swerved on the road.
"Chloe." Lex's voice was ominous. "Bring him to meet me when you get here."
"Lex, baby..." She smirked, twirling a strand of her hair coquettishly despite the fact that he couldn't see her. "Are you finally giving in and letting me have that threesome I've been begging for?"
They swerved again before Sam pressed down violently on the brakes, bringing them to a sharp halt in the middle of the (thankfully) empty highway.
Chloe gasped, dropping the phone as she grabbed for a hold around her. "Jesus! Sam! What the fuck?"
He glared at her. "Who the fuck are you talking to?"
Chloe narrowed her eyes.
He was as alien to her as she must be to him.
The gentle guy she remembered would never have swung her around in the alleyway, and wouldn't be cursing at her right now.
But they both had changed drastically in two years, hadn't they?
Without waiting for her answer, Sam reached down in between her thighs, surprising the shit out of her, and reached for the fallen phone, bringing it to his ear. "Who the hell is this?"
Chloe blinked, shocked. "Who said you could use my phone?"
Sam ignored her. "Do you have any idea how old she is? She's sixteen, you sick fuck
Horror crossed over her face as she lunged at him, trying to steal the phone back. "Stop it!"
Sam fought back, leaning out of her hold and opening the door, slipping out of the car. "She is
"Goddamned idiot is going to get himself killed!" Chloe hissed as she slipped out of the car and outstretched her hand towards the Mustang. "Give me my phone or the car gets it."
He turned towards her, still arguing into the phone. "I don't care who you are, you fucking pedophile. I-." His eyes widened as he watched his mustang begin to raise in the air.
Chloe took in a deep breath, arm shaking at controlling such a large, heavy object.
Beads of sweat accumulated around her hairline, and her expression showed the concentration and slight pain.
." Sam whispered, the hand with the phone dropping loosely to his side. "Put the car down!"
She closed one eye tightly in concentration. "Give me back my phone or I'll smash this mustang and send it to that great car dealership up yonder."
"I don't fucking care what you do with it!" He snapped, going towards her. "Just drop it! You're hurting yourself! Drop the damned car!
Let it fall!"
Shock raced through her body and the car dropped down harshly, with a curse she only just managed to stop the descent right before it hit the concrete. The blonde lowered the car gently the rest of the way...and then her knees buckled and she collapsed on the concrete, body covered in sweat, muscles aching, as she breathed hard.
?" Suddenly Sam was kneeling in front of her, having dropped the phone somewhere behind him. His hands were on her shoulders, palming up towards her neck. "Jesus
, you're shaking."
She trembled, hugging herself. "I'm fine."
He ignored her, lifting her up in his arms before standing.
Accommodating her weight better in his arms, Sam walked towards the car and somehow got the back door open, resting her down on the seat. "You should've let the damn thing fall."
Her psyche was complaining exactly the same thing, hurt and was slightly torn from trying to stop the heavy descent.
Chloe closed her eyes, opening them only when she felt herself enveloped in something warm, finding that Sam had reached for his jacket and had used it to wrap her up.
Right now, as he leaned over her on the seat, face worried, he looked exactly like she remembered him.
The thought made her smile the first genuine smile since she'd seen him.
He froze as he noticed, and then he cleared his throat and looked away. "I'm sorry. If I hadn't lost my cool you wouldn't have-."
Chloe laughed and shook her head. "You're still so nice, Sam." She smiled, inhaling his scent on the jacket. "Even though I was a right bitch to you, you're still...you."
"And you're still you."
." She shook her head once more, face going serious. "I'm not me...or not the me you knew. You have to understand that. I've done things that can't be taken back and to be truthful Sam, I don't want to take them back." Her eyes widened when she remembered her phone. "Lex!"
Sam reached out and pushed her back down when she would have sat up. "Who is this guy, Chloe?"
"He's the guy who could orchestrate your slow and cruel death if you don't let him know that I'm okay right this instance." Chloe replied truthfully. "Please. I need to let him know that I'm okay."
Sighing, Sam went back to pick up the phone. "You still there?" He made a face. "She's fine. Just a little tired." A muscle jumped in his cheek as he returned to the car and handed her the phone. "He wants you to confirm that."
Smiling, Chloe cradled the phone. "Lex?"
"What the hell happened? Are you okay? I'm going to kill him!"
"Lex. Calm down." She coughed, bringing a fist to her mouth. "I got a little showy and then lost concentration and you know what that does to me. It was my fault."
"How far are you from here? I'll come get you. I don't like this guy and don't want you with him longer than you need to be." Lex growled. "And he obviously can't be trusted to take care of you."
"I don't need to be taken care of, Lex. And even if I did, Sam used to take care of me long before you did."
Sam went tense.
There was a tense silence on the other end of the phone.
"I don't like this, Chloe." Lex finally spoke. "And you better keep that dog on a leash when I meet him or I'll have him put down."
"I know." She nodded dutifully.
"And tell him to call me a pedophile again and I'll..."
"I know, I know." Chloe sighed. "I'll explain the situation to him. I'm sorry. My teasing got misinterpreted. It's just you, me and Mercy most of the time and she knows what it's like between us." The tense silence on the other end proved he was still pissed, so the blonde turned to look at Sam. "Sam, the only reason I'm still a virgin is because this idiot keeps resisting my wicked feminine wiles, okay? So don't call him a pedophile again. Because unfortunately for me, he refuses to fuck me until I'm at least seventeen."
There was an odd expression on Sam's face.
There was silence and then a darkly amused chuckle. "He embarrassed or shocked at your powers of bluntness?"
"Can't really tell." She admitted.
"See you soon?" Lex suddenly asked, worry back into his tone.
"Yes, soon." She smiled. "Bye."
"Bye." And with that he hung up.
Chloe shook her head before pulling her up into a sitting position. "Sam, don't antagonize him, okay? I have ties with you, I have a debt with you. He doesn't." She pulled a strand of pale hair behind her pierced ear. "Lex is being forgiving because of what you did for me in the past, but don't push him, okay?"
"He's the son of grandfather?" Sam was unable to look at her. "You're-in love-with the son of the man who made life for you, Lois and Lana, such hell?"
"Lex wasn't the one who did that to me, Sam. It was Lionel." Chloe responded, raising her chin. "You don't understand, okay? If I hadn't gone with Lionel that day I would have been shocked unconscious and taken by force-and if I'd have been left the collar was going to choke me to death."
He went pale.
"Back there I was experimented on again, they injected something in me that made me a monster, okay?" She looked away. "I did things-atrocities
-and I liked
it. I was hooked on what they were giving me, I'd do anything for my next dosage because whenever it'd start to wear off I'd feel the guilt
and I couldn't stand it. It was driving me insane. But there wasn't anything I could do while I had my new 'and improved' collar."
A multitude of emotions warred on his face as he watched her.
Chloe hugged herself, unable to look at him anymore. "It was in my darkest moment that Lex found me. He'd been told that I was his father's ward, but then he discovered the whole truth, and he freed me. He swore he'd find a way to remove my collar for me, and he did." Her gaze was hard. "And when he took it off of me, I killed his father." She finally looked at Sam. "He's been taking care of me ever since, dealing with the repercussions of my addiction...and other things. He's always been there for me, and I'd do anything for him."
Sam sighed and slid into the back seat with her, raising her boot-covered legs before resting them on his lap. "You're only a kid, Chloe. You should be in school."
"So should you."
He flinched and looked down at where his hands were on her boots.
They sat together in the back of his car in the middle of the empty highway, neither knowing what to say.