Title: Just ChloePairing: Chloe/PriestlyFandoms: Smallville/Ten Inch HeroRating: TDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: When she realizes that Lex can't keep her safe, Chloe fakes her own death and goes on the run from Lionel's assassins. This lands her penniless and dying for a good night's sleep three months later at Beach City Grill. She's scarred, always looking over her shoulder, and is pretending to be someone she's not, but somehow Priestly makes her feel like it'll be okay.
"Here you go Lucille, Benton," Chloe grinned as she brought the elder lady and her chihuahua their orders.
"Oh, thank you honey." Lucille beamed as Benton wagged his tail happily. "And might I say you're looking quite shiny lately."
"I am?" Chloe asked in surprise, eyes wide.
"Yes." Lucille nodded sagely. "Maybe it's the fact that you've gotten more sun and aren't so pale anymore, but you look like a new person." The old woman's gaze slid behind her before returning to the girl, her lips curled in a smile. "Or maybe it's all the good company you've been keeping."
"Could be." Chloe grinned as she thought about those from City Beach Grill and how much they'd done for her during the little amount of time she'd known them. "I've lucked out."
"You definitely are a lucky girl." Lucille leaned in closer as she whispered. "He's so cute."
Chloe gave a little confused smile before turning to follow Lucille's gaze, which rested on Priestly, who was working on a sandwich. "I'm not that lucky."
"You sure?" Lucille asked curiously.
Priestly looked up and his gaze met Chloe's, the punk smiling and giving a little wave of his fingers.
Returning the wave slowly, Chloe ducked her gaze and turned to pout when Benton snorted. "Well that's your personal opinion."
Benton wagged his tail and gave two yips.
Shaking her head, Chloe laughed as she went towards the counter and continued working, greeting the customers by name and surprised that she'd learnt them this quickly. She felt like she'd been working at City Beach Grill her whole life, amazed at how at ease she felt. It'd been far too long since she'd felt safe and at peace, and she loved the people and the established so much for giving those feelings back to her. At times she wondered about maybe ditching the wig and the accessories, the disguise, but then her tazer would weigh heavily in her inner pocket where she always kept it, and the blonde would remember that there was a very good reason for why she was in hiding. No matter how safe and secure she felt, she couldn't let herself feel too safe or she'd mess up somehow.
She might have gotten away with faking her death, everyone might believe she was dead, but she knew Lionel and until his case went to court he'd continue acting as if she were alive. He'd have men looking for her everywhere, and the only comfort she had was that Lex would be the one under constant supervision and he wouldn't be able to unknowingly lead the baddies to her. Lex thought she was dead. He honestly did. And as long as Lex thought she was dead, Lionel wouldn't be able to find any proof to the contrary.
Turning her head towards the door when the bell rung over it, Chloe's eyes widened as she saw who it was, and hurried to the back room storage, where Priestly was going through their supplies. "You're never going to guess who just walked through our front doors!"
He looked up from where he was going through the inventory. "Is it a celebrity of some sort?"
"No. You're not going to guess it." She shook her head.
"You don't know that!" Priestly countered. "I just need some clues."
Rolling her eyes at him, Chloe didn't wanna play, letting it straight out. "It's the girl from the club. I think this might be fate."
"Girl from the club?" Priestly appeared completely lost. "What girl?"
"The one with the bright green hair?" Chloe grinned mischievously... until she realized that that lost expression wasn't leaving his face. "I pointed her out to you and you thought she was nice looking?"
Priestly continued to stare at her as if she was speaking a foreign language.
"You said you were going to go and talk to her?" Chloe leaned hard against the wall, unable to believe that he could have forgotten this.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Priestly shook his head, confusion plain on his features. "I don't remember any girl."
"The one with the ox nose piercing?" She didn't use the proper name just to try and jog his memory.
"Septum piercing." He rolled his eyes at her.
"Do you remember her now?" Chloe asked curiously.
"No." He shook his head, going towards the door and peeking out, frowning. "I've never seen that girl before in my life."
Chloe joined him at the door, peeking out as well. "You did too."
Priestly closed the gap in the door the second the girl turned to look in their direction, pressing his back to the door. "I have never seen that girl before."
"Fine." Chloe folded her arms over her chest. "But she was checking you out that night before we left."
"Obviously she has good taste in men," Priestly chuckled and shook his head, before he frowned at Chloe for the look she gave him. "What?"
"Aren't you going to go out and talk to her?"
"Why would I do that?" Priestly looked even more confused now.
"I don't know! Because, uh, fate or something?" Chloe threw her hands up in the air. "She was checking you out in the club and then just happens to walk into the sandwich shop you work in?" She raised an eyebrow. "What do you call that if not fate?"
"Stalking," Priestly declared, as if this should be obvious.
Chloe opened her mouth to call him paranoid and then realized she had no right to. "You think she's stalking you?"
"I'm not saying that," Priestly assured her.
"Then what are you saying?" The girl wanted to know.
Priestly waved her away, opened the door a crack again and peered out before he hissed and closed it shut.
"What are you-?" Chloe gave a little shriek when Priestly moved to where she was and pressed his hand to her mouth, silencing her, keeping her body against the wall with his as he stared at the door.
They could hear footsteps pause by the door of the storage room before turning and heading towards the customer's bathroom.
Chloe glared up at the punk, who wasn't paying any attention to her, and once the sound of the bathroom door closing was heard she pushed him away. "What are you doing?"
"Hiding." Priestly muttered. "If I'm being stalked she could be some crazy-."
Chloe rolled her eyes and headed towards the door.
Priestly grabbed and pulled her back.
"You're not leaving me alone here!" He hissed at her. "What if going to the bathroom was just her excuse to be able to come into the storage room and look for me?"
"What do you want me to do? Defend your virtue?" Chloe stared up at the oddest man she'd ever know.
"Why not?" He asked. "I can't hit a woman. It's not right. But if she goes psycho crazy you could hit her for me."
"I can't believe you sometimes." Chloe rolled her eyes and then rested against the wall by the door.
Priestly leaned on the wall next to her, apparently not at all ashamed. He knocked his foot sideways into hers.
Chloe smiled reluctantly, knocking his foot back and somehow starting a foot war.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and footsteps could be heard returning to the shop before pausing by the door once more, and the handle shook.
Priestly's eyes widened and he reacted before Chloe could even figure out what he was doing. The punk loomed over her, his body completely covering hers as his lips descended in a kiss.
Chloe's eyes flew open, shocked stiff, and yet as Priestly began to kiss her, instead of her hands pushing him away, she found her eyelids slipping closed. Her lips moved under his, tentatively at first, trying to figure out how to go about it with his piercings, not wanting to hurt him or herself. But then Priestly whimpered and pressed harder, opening his mouth and in turn hers to the kiss as he pushed harder against her.
The girl didn't even notice the door opening, the whispered apology as it was shut quickly, or the hurried steps leading rapidly back into the store.
Even as the bells could be heard ringing as the door was quickly opened, Chloe's fingers clenched in Priestly's shirt, pulling him closer as she pressed up on her tiptoes, tilting her head back to give him better access to her lips...and he took it, kissing her deeper.
It was only when his hands went to her hair and she felt the tug on the pins securing the wig to her head that Chloe remembered herself and gave a little cry as she pushed him off of her. She quickly dashed out of the room and passed the customer bathroom to go into her own room, locking the door and leaning against it, chest rising and falling erratically with her breath. The girl made a dash to her bathroom and found her wig askew, whimpering as she tried fixing it on her head once more, worried that Priestly had realized she was wearing one.
That would raise questions.
When she finally got her wig fixed Chloe realized her lipstick was a mess, and the blonde grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her face before staring at her blushing reflection. She knew that Priestly had kissed her only to discourage his "stalker", and yet she also knew that he could have pulled away the second the door had closed and yet he hadn't, which meant that he'd liked kissing her.
She'd liked kissing him too.
Her fingertips traced her lips as she relived the kiss for a second before shaking her head.
This was so not the time to develop a crush on anyone!
Clearing her throat, Chloe reapplied her lipstick before taking in a deep breath and returning back to her job, Priestly already there making a sub. He sent her a nervous look and she returned a little shrug, happy and relieved for the customers who chose to enter at that time. The evening proved to be quite busy actually, the blonde only having enough time to race across the street to give Zo her her sub before returning back to tend to the customers already there.
A couple of guys entered, laughing and talking about some game or the other, and when Chloe took their order and turned to leave one slapped her butt while the others chuckled.
She saw Priestly throw down his towel.
The girl sent him a warning glare, staying his approach, as she strode towards him, relaying the orders.
Priestly was deadly silent as he made the subs, Chloe eyeing him to make sure he didn't do something spiteful like spit in them, before finally taking the sandwiches off his hands and making her way towards the guys.
Jen frowned from the computer, eyeing the guys warily.
Chloe put down the subs and turned to get the drinks when a hand came down on her arm, swinging her around.
"Baby, you should take all that shit off of your face," the same guy from before declared. "Under all that raccoon effect you got going on you're probably really pretty."
Her butt was still stinging from where he'd hit it, but while she wanted nothing more than to tazer this guy in the balls she refused to do anything to get her boss in trouble. "If want those drinks you'll have to let go."
He did so and placed his hands in the air in mock surrender, which caused his friends to cackle in amused laughter.
Chloe returned to the counter, a muscle ticking in her cheek.
Lucille and Benton frowned from the corner.
"Would you like me to take over that table?" Jen asked softly, eyeing the men reproachfully. "Those types never harass me."
"And seem like I ran away?" Chloe huffed. "Thanks, but no. I'm not going to make them think they can bully me."
"Bully?" Priestly hissed. "That's sexual harassment!"
"I can handle this." She hissed back. Grabbing the drinks and placing them on the tray before turning back to the men, Chloe took in a deep breath. "Here you go." Again she received a pat on the butt when she turned to leave, and the girl clenched her fists yet refused to retaliate as she stormed towards the counter.
Priestly wasn't looking at her, his movements tense.
Jen glared at the table with the guys. "I'm going to tell Trucker about those asses."
"Don't bother him," Chloe sighed as she leaned hard against the counter. "Most guys are dicks. Life goes on." Her gaze went to the clock. "Plus, we'll be closed in a couple of hours and I can handle this."
Priestly turned his back on her and started doing something or the other, which was an obvious ploy just not to look at her.
Chloe wanted a distraction so she turned towards Jen. "How are classes?"
"Fine, just busy since our tests are coming up soon." Jen understood the girl's need to change the subject. "I'm thinking about taking some days off for study leave. You think you and Priestly can handle this place without me?"
"If only for a couple of days, we'll try and behave and keep the place from burning to the ground." Chloe winked playfully.
Jen laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, please do."
"Only for you," Chloe promised.
"Will you two stop with the mock flirting?" Priestly grumbled. "Those baboons are eating it up."
Chloe sent a look over her shoulder at the table of frat boys who were eyeing her and Jen as if they'd struck gold. "Save me from red blooded men."
"They're disgusting," Jen grumbled. "Men like them are why so many of us fall for women instead."
"We're so much cooler," Chloe agreed.
"And cuter," Jen declared.
"And we smell better too." Chloe pointed out.
The two girls shared mischievous grins.
Priestly shook his head, still annoyed, although his lips were twitching with reluctant amusement. "You know, I should be more offended with the way you two are always bashing men."
"You and Fuzzy are not included in our bashing list," Jen declared. "You're different sorts of men than average."
"Thank the gods," Chloe muttered under her breath.
Priestly nodded in agreement as he started to clean the counter.
The rest of the evening went by with Chloe ignoring the men at that table, relieved that Jen was tending to the cash register and thus was the one to ring them out before they left. They chuckled something to her before leaving, sniggering.
"They think we're a couple." Jen shook her head to Chloe, only the regulars remaining inside and no one even batting an eyelash at the conversation.
"What did they say to you?" Lucille wanted to know as she leaned over her regular table to hear better.
"That if we ever wanted a threesome to give a call." Jen rolled her eyes. "As if."
"If Jen and I were lesbians and wanted a threesome, it would be with another girl," Chloe agreed. "And if for some reason we'd want a guy joining in, it would not be someone like them."
"It'd probably be Priestly," Jen agreed.
Priestly choked on his drink and began coughing desperately. "Me?"
"What?" Jen turned towards him with a raised eyebrow. "You wouldn't have a hot lesbian threesome with us?"
"No." Priestly shook his head. "Believe it or not, I'm probably one of the only guys in the world who wouldn't go for a threesome, even if it was with two other girls."
Jen's eyes widened. "Seriously? Why?"
Priestly cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed. "Well, truthfully? I'm kinda possessive." He shrugged. "I wouldn't like the thought of the person I'm with interacting like that with someone who wasn't me. It wouldn't turn me on. It'd make me very uncomfortable and jealous." He made a face as he blushed. "I'd just want my girl all to myself."
Chloe gulped, staring at the punk before clearing her throat and looking away.
Jen had a gobsmacked, yet pleased, expression on her face. "You're really special, you realize that right, Priestly?"
"Stop teasing me," Priestly mumbled, still very much embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, son," Mr. Julius announced from his corner. "I agree a hundred per cent with you." He nodded. "Ours is a dying breed."
"To be sure," Lucille agreed as Benton wagged his tail.
Somehow the evening was much nicer after that, with Jen going on a romantic date with Fuzzy somewhere or the other, Chloe and Priestly cleaning and closing up as they usually did.
"I think today is probably one of the only days we haven't seen Trucker in," Priestly declared. "He mentioned he wanted to spend a bit more time with Zo and understand the items in her shop and stuff, so I think that's where he probably was the whole time."
"When I went to take her her sub she was alone," Chloe reminded.
Priestly made a face. "Then I wonder where he was?"
"Maybe he had errands he needed to run." Chloe shrugged, wiping down the tables. "He's a busy man."
Suddenly, out of the blue, Priestly straightened and threw down his towel. "I kissed you."
Chloe froze before lowering her gaze and returning to wiping down the tabletop. "Yes, I know. I was there."
"You kissed me back." He pointed out.
She began scrubbing the tabletop furiously. "Again, I was there."
"I liked kissing you," Priestly cleared his throat.
She could feel the blush growing. "I'm not complaining either."
"I want to kiss you again. Preferably now."
Chloe's eyes widened as she looked up at him in shock, straightening as she held onto her sponge as if for dear life.
Priestly eyes widened and he cleared his throat, looking away. "Unless you don't want to kiss again, in which case just forget everything I just said." He laughed nervously. "I've been known to have tourettes and-."
Clearing her throat, Chloe wrung the sponge in her hands before taking a couple of silent steps towards him until she was standing in front of the punk, and only when she could see his combat boots in front of hers did she look up at him and push up on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his... labret. Apparently she was too short to make it to his lips unless he-.
Priestly tilted his head downwards and his lips caught hers as she was pulling away. It wasn't a desperate kiss, and it wasn't passionate. Instead it was tentative, soft, sweet, and when they pulled away, his light hazels and her greens remained connected as the two stared at each other in silent contemplation.
Priestly then broke out into a large, lopsided grin. "So you liked kissing me too, huh?"
Chloe laughed and shook her head at him. She knew that getting into a relationship with a guy who didn't know anything about her, not even her last name, was a very bad idea. But she couldn't find it in her to stop whatever was happening between them.
Didn't want to.