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Chlex with hints of chlark. Oh, and Lex still has his hair (for now) because he’s never gone to Smallville before, therefore he wasn’t there in the meteor shower and so forth. Spoiler for Kinetic.
“Wow.” Chloe whispered as she got out of the silver jaguar and looked at the large building in front of her. “When you said your family had a castle in Smallville, I sorta thought you were exaggerating.”
Lex sneered at the building that, for some reason, gave him a mixture of anger and frustration. Maybe coming to Smallville hadn’t been such a good idea.
“I mean, I know your family is rich,” Chloe continued, oblivious to his thoughts. “But this is a little in-your-face.”
Running his fingers through his ancestral auburn hair, Lex felt conflicted. He’d felt somehow connected to this hicktown, connected to the few people he’d met while at The Talon.
The moment his eyes had rested on Lana Lang he’d felt irritated with a dash of annoyed, as if she’d done something personally against him. And the second he saw Martha Kent he’d felt sad, longing, thinking how something about her reminded him of his mother.
He turned to look at Chloe, who was still in her rant about his family ‘house’.
“I mean,” she turned to look at him, mouth made in the quirky smile that he found so endearing. “Bringing each brick from Scotland and rebuilding it here? That’s just too much.”
Lex winced as pain pierced his skull.
A younger Chloe Sullivan laughed as she looked up at him from where they sat in the study, he by his desk and she by the fireplace.
“You know,” she quirked her lips, flipping back a strand of short blonde hair out of her face. “You Luthors not only believe yourselves the kings of the castle—but you had to get yourselves a castle just to prove it.”
He smirked down at the young teenager, wondering why Clark was so torn between the admittedly pretty yet small-town-girlish Lana Lang, and the sharp witted, pretty and amusingly snarky Chloe Sullivan.
If he’d been younger, and if Chloe had been a brunette, he would have relieved Clark immediately of the problem at hand. But he’d gotten himself in enough problems as it were, and he wasn’t about to add ‘seducing a minor’ onto his list of crimes…
Lex blinked back and sighed in relief when he realized that Chloe hadn’t realized that he’d spaced out. She was already by the door of the castle and entering within, leaving him by the jaguar looking like an idiot.
But Lex was thankful, because he didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hide these hallucinations from her. He didn’t understand it, didn’t get why he had vague nightmares of a life so different from the idyllic one he led right now, one where he was bald, Chloe was a blonde, her cousin Dinah went by the name Lois Lane, and Chloe was in love with some mysterious farm boy by the name of Clark--whom he’d never seen in any of his dreams but remembered having his name come up.
And worst of all? In some of the most recent nightmares and ‘visions’ Lex had realized that this other Chloe, the blonde one, had hated him…
…and he had no idea why.
It’d bothered him greatly yet he’d managed to keep it cool until he’d heard her that same morning talking about cutting and dying her hair--blonde. He knew it was irrational and stupid, but he’d felt angered and scared that maybe, just maybe, if she ever became a blonde she’d hate him…
…and meet this mysterious Clark.
I’m never going to let that happen. A muscle in Lex’s cheek jumped as he strode towards the castle. Chloe is mine, blonde or brunette, she’s mine.
They’d only gotten to explore the fourth floor when a servant found them and announced that Lionel was on the phone for Lex. Chloe’d laughed at her boyfriend’s groan as he rolled his eyes and kissed her before going with the servant to get the phone, but if she were to be truthful, she was glad that he had left.
Something about this mansion—castle—it bugged her, it seemed so familiar, as if she’d walked down this hall before.
It’s as if I’ve been in this study before.
Chloe frowned, pulling a strand of dark hair from her face as suddenly she felt dizzy, and the scene in front of her changed.
The night was beautiful and eerie as three young adults occupied the same study. A bald Lex Luthor’s face appeared on a monitor hooked up to a video camera.
Chloe Sullivan sat in the seat across from his, dressed in her best suit, smiling, hair short, spiky and blonde. But her attention wasn’t on Lex, it was on the muscular boy behind them working with the camera, a boy with black hair, bluish green eyes and a sheepish smile.
“Are you ready now, Clark?” She asked, smiling a tender, adoring smile at him like one would a cute little puppy that one just couldn’t be annoyed with.
“Yeah.” Clark spoke, looking up at her from over the monitor, his smile turning even more sheepish. “I forgot to press the record button. Sorry.”
Her smile grew more adoring, and yet she shook her head and turned her attention on Lex, who was eyeing Clark and her with mischievous amusement. “So, Mr. Luthor.” She began, trying to be as professional as she could—he would be the first important person she’d ever interviewed since joining the Torch, her high school newspaper. “Are there anymore secret construction projects going on at LuthorCorp like Level 3?”
“Please, call me Lex.” He smiled a charming smile.
“Okay, Lex.” She grinned back, not becoming sidetracked as she suspected he’d intended her to be. “Are you going to answer my question?”
“Chloe…” Clark’s voice was the perfect mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.
“What?” She turned to him, deciding that the puppy might need a little kick after all.
“It’s okay, Clark.” Lex interrupted, seeming more amused by the minute. “Critics are our friends. They show us our faults.”
“Benjamin Franklin.” Chloe had to admit it, she was a little impressed.
And so was Lex, if the quick look he gave her was anything to go by.
A servant entered. “Excuse me, Mr. Luthor. Your father’s on the phone.”
Annoyance and irritation were now the only things visible on Lex’s face as he stood. “I need to take this.” He spared the servant a look. “I’ll take the call in the conservatory.” He then turned to Chloe and smirked. “I look forward to resuming our verbal judo.”
So was she.
Dizzy, Chloe backed out of the room, confused and frightened by what she’d seen. What was happening?
She turned and quickly walked down the hall and then stopped, angered at herself. She was Chloe Sullivan, and she was also Lois Lane, intrepid, star reporter for the Daily Planet. She would not be scared of something like this.
Taking in a deep breath, she slowly walked down the hall towards the study once more.
She’d tried escaping Clark right after Lex left so she could snoop, but of course the farm boy had found her and was now dutifully escorting her back to the study while scolding her for her actions.
“Chloe, you can’t just go snooping around someone’s house.” He reprimanded softly.
“Clark, it’s a mansion. It’s designed for snooping.” Seeing the look he gave her, she threw her hands up in the air in annoyed defeat. “Okay, fine. We’re going back to the study anyway, so I don’t see why you’re getting so uptight.” She pouted. “I just don’t get why I have to sit down waiting for Lex to officially blow us off. At least my way we get some dirt to write.”
Clark rolled his eyes at her, obviously trying to stay annoyed yet seeming more amused than anything else as they entered the study once more. “I’ll put away the camera.”
“See! Even YOU realize he’s going to blow us off.” She exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him before sighing. “Well, what can we do, huh? I’ll go get my bag.
The next happenings were quick ones. Clark discovered that the study was being robbed, and while struggling with two of the assailants he’d told her to run.
And she had.
But she wasn’t alone.
Out in the hallway Chloe came to a stop as she was blocked by a third assailant, she turned around and tried running in the other direction, screaming, hoping that someone would come and help her—help Clark.
She screamed Clark’s name when the attacker grabbed her from behind, slamming her against the wall next to the large stain glass windows. She saw the flash of a glowing green tattoo on his arm right before she hit him on the face.
“You little bitch!” He grabbed her arms so tightly it pained, before throwing her out of the window of the fourth floor.
“Clark!” Chloe screamed as she somehow managed to grab onto the ledge right outside of the window.
“Chloe!” She heard Clark crying out her name desperately from somewhere inside.
He’s going to save me, he’s going to save me. She’s still convinced of this when her grip slipped and she felt herself freefalling, and when she met the grass below and darkness consumed her world, the last thing she heard was her name on his lips.
Chloe placed her hand on the now intact window and looked down at the grass below.
No one could have survived a fall like that.
Her visions made no sense at all.
So why did it frighten her to just stand there and look down below? Why was the sensation of falling and hitting the ground so real it seemed like a…like a…like a memory?
She screamed and jumped in fear when arms encircled her from behind.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Lex Luthor, her Lex Luthor, her auburn-haired Lex Luthor, stood there, worry in his eyes.
Hand on her heart, Chloe looked out of the window and back at her boyfriend, scolding herself for behaving that way. “You scared me.”
He smiled at her, but it lacked his usual warmth. “Chloe, maybe we shouldn’t stay here. If it bothers you this much--.”
“No.” She shook her head firmly. “No. This place is great. It’s a castle. How many girls get to say that they spent the weekend in a castle?” She faked a smile and knew he could see right through it. “So, what did your father have to say?”
“The usual.” Lex was tense, which meant that she wasn’t the only one keeping things to herself. “So, I have cook preparing food for us. Do you want to continue our exploring or would you rather us just go to our room?”
She looked back at the window—she couldn’t help herself—and then she looked back at Lex. “Let’s go to our room.”
Dinah Sullivan smiled as she finished typing up her latest article, sure that Senator Kelly was going to have a big surprise when he woke up the next morning and saw the paper. Then again, if his wife saw the paper before him, and found out all about the many mistresses and children he had on the side, well, he mightn’t wake up at all.
Grinning, the brunette pressed the send button, emailing it to Perry White, the Editor-In-Chief of the Daily Planet and her boss. She winced, knowing that without Chloe there to proof-read her article it would probably be filled with grammatical and spelling errors, but her cousin had finally taken a day off and had phoned to say that she would be spending it (and the whole weekend apparently) with Lex in a place called Smallville.
Dinah made a face.
With a millionaire boyfriend who could take her anywhere in the world for a vacation, Chloe had just had to choose a little nowhere hick town in the middle of Kansas.
What was wrong with her little cousin?
Sighing, missing Chloe dreadfully already, Dinah reread what she knew was really a gossip column and not her more usual political-minded one, but considering that she was going to make hell for Senator Kelly, she really didn’t care much.
It was so going to be worth seeing that slimy little bastard try to wiggle his way out of this. She’d told him when they’d met that if he didn’t keep his hands to himself while they were sitting next to each other at the banquet table that she’d make him pay, and since his hands had been all over her but cleverly hidden by the tablecloth, she’d just exacted her revenge.
She just wished Chloe was here to help her proof-read, Perry was going to complain all day now…and she winced at the thought of the red marks that would be covering the whole article once it returned to her desk for polishing.
Picking up her phone when it rang, Dinah sighed, bored now that she was finished working. “Dinah Lance.”
“Di, hey, it’s me, Lois.”
Dinah sat straighter when she heard her cousin’s voice. “Hey Lois,” she was surprised at how easy it was for her and Chloe to become other people while at work. They even called each other by their alter egos without even thinking. “Why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you and that sex-on-legs boyfriend of yours be getting it on right about now?”
Chloe laughed. “Yes, well, we will be soon—not that it’s any of your business—but I want to ask you a favor.”
“A favor? Sure.” She grinned. “Want to know if you should use ribbed condoms or--?”
“Behave.” Chloe laughed again before sobering. “No, I want you to run a check on a place and a couple of people for me.”
Dinah’s eyebrows rose. “Girl, you’re supposed to be taking the day off! Relaxing!”
“Just do this for me please?”
Hearing the pleading in her cousin’s voice, Dinah decided to do as told. She reached for the notepad and pen she always kept near her and found a blank page. “Okay, let me have it.”
“The place is Smallville, Kansas.” Chloe announced slowly. “And the people I want you to check out are Lana Lang, Martha and Jonathan Kent, and, well, Clark Kent.”
“I just finished my article on Senator Kelly so I have some time free before Perry comes back with all the corrections.” Dinah quipped. “Should I call you as soon as I get the results or will you two be busy at the time?”
She could just hear Chloe rolling her eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“That should be fine.” Dinah smiled. “Well, talk to you tomorrow. And Lois, have some fun, okay?”
“Sure, thanks Di.” And with that, Chloe ended the phone call.
Dinah frowned at the names on the pad of paper, wondering why they sounded somehow familiar.
Just one of those days I guess.
Going onto Google, she started her search.
Long after they’d had dinner, made love, and Lex had fallen asleep, Chloe lay in the foreign bed, looking out of the window at the large moon. With her head against Lex’s bare chest, she sighed, wondering why it felt so wrong for her to be in this bedroom. It didn’t make any sense, she should be glad to be here, unlike the study, this room didn’t seem familiar at all.
She jolted up in a sitting position, pulling the sheets around her naked body protectively. Was there someone in the bedroom with them? “Hello?”
She narrowed her eyes, looking around the dark room and yet finding no one. “Who’s there?”
The curtains danced, and she breathed out a breath of relief, realizing that it’d just been the wind.
Getting up from the bed, careful not to wake up Lex, Chloe went to the open window and closed her eyes as the wind seemed to caress her skin like an adoring lover.
It whispered in her ear.
She trembled, unable to understand what was going on with her.
Her eyes flew open and she turned away from the window to see Lex sitting up in bed, voice husky with sleep.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, rubbing at his eyes and looking at the digital clock on the bedside table that red 2:00 in bright red letters. “What are you doing up at this hour?”
“The wind woke me up.” She hated that she’d woken him, now that he was officially his father’s heir Lionel had been working Lex to death to try and prove that he wasn’t worthy of that title, and Lex was always tired to the bone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
His smile was sleepy but genuine as he slipped out of the bed and came to her. “Silly rabbit.” He whispered affectionately before pressing a kiss to her nose and reaching behind her, shutting the window and silencing the wind. “Come on, let’s go back to bed.”
She let him lead her back to the large, King sized bed, but not before sending one last look over her shoulder at the window.
Clark closed his eyes in frustration.
She’d heard him.
For the first time since Jor-EL had messed everything up, Chloe Sullivan had heard him, and she’d responded.
And then something, or someone, had broken the connection and she was gone.
Jealousy and anger filled him at the thought that it’d been a someone because it meant that he’d have to finally admit to himself that Chloe Sullivan was with someone else. And if the feelings he channeled from her when his powers were strongest were anything to go by--she cared deeply for this mysterious other person--maybe even loved him.
Clark needed to get out of here. He needed to find Chloe, and he needed to make her fall in love with him again before it was too late.
He’d lost her once, and he would be damned if he lost her again.
Her heart calmed as she drifted off into sleep, and listening to the soothing rhythm, so did Clark.