Title: Number Nine
Sequel to: Numberless
Universe: Numbers Series
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Lucas, Lois, Lucy
Disclaimer: Don't Own
Summary: When the girls reach Edge City they separate to try and find the hidden safe house located in one of the most dangerous cities in the country. No surprise Chloe finds trouble. What *is* surprising is she finds another Number.
Grip tightening around her tray to keep from punching the guy whose hand was now squeezing her ass, Chloe reminded herself desperately that she needed this job and couldn't afford to get fired from it because of decking a customer. Anyway, Lois had it much worse and she somehow managed to handle it with a fake smile and the tolerance of a saint. Chloe needed to learn that sort of tolerance, even though she wanted nothing more than to break a couple of his teeth.
The blonde tried to ease out of the customer's hold subtly, but he moved with her, getting a better grip.
"C'mon baby...how many times do I have to come to this dump before you give me a little tour of the back room?" He leered at her.
"This isn't a brothel, it's a bar. If you're looking for some sort of action look somewhere else." She tried scooting out of his grip once more, only to have him grab her with his other hand as well, trapping her.
"Don't get all high and mighty with me." He hissed, tightening his grip on her ass painfully, sure to leave ugly, dark bruises on her pale flesh. "You're just another little slut who saunters around tempting all who see you and will spread your legs for the right price so let's just cut to the chase and name your goddamned price."
That was it.
She didn't need this job that much.
She tightened her grip on the trap, ready to slam it into his head...
Suddenly his arms seemed to be flung away from her as if by an invisible force so strong that one slammed against the table and the other against the side of the booth he was sitting on the edge of.
"Sweet mother of god!" He cried in pain, doubled over, looking at his hands.
Chloe's eyes widened in surprise, and she turned, eyes scanning the dark interior of the bar before meeting dark green eyes in the darkest corner. Somehow, somehow she'd just known it was him, and that shocked her somewhat as she just stared at the Number with the dark, unforgiving eyes. She'd never seen him in or near the bar before, but had figured that if he knew where her day job was he must know where her night job was as well. Still, it was shocking to see him here in the flesh, clothes changed from the ones he'd been wearing that morning.
He sported a black leather jacket which only added to the bad boy appeal his clothes and personality always exuded.
Her back was fully turned to the customer still whimpering behind her, and usually he was one of the many she'd do all in her power to avoid doing so, but with his whimpers, and Lucas' narrowed eyes, she wasn't wary or careful.
The again, she'd kinda forgotten about the pervert, unable to look away from her stalker slash savior.
Right now, in that dark corner, with the shadows playing around his intense eyes, and with that air of mystery thick Lucas Dunleavy was very much the Big Bad Wolf he liked to portray.
Somehow, though, she felt that the Wolf had just saved Red from the Woodsman.
She couldn't keep the smile off of her lips as she grinned at Lucas and made her way towards him, hugging her tray to her heart. "I could kiss you."
Lucas raised an eyebrow, a small smirk curving one side of his lips crookedly as he tilted his cheek up, tapping it invitingly.
Shaking her head at him, Chloe bit her bottom lip before reaching down and pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling away, hugging her tray to her chest. "You are a glutton for punishment, aren't you? That's the reason you keep stalking me despite my effortless talent at pissing you off."
"Maybe." He shrugged, smirk self-assured as he leaned back in his seat. "What's good to drink here?"
"I work here." She replied, a little surprised at the playfulness she recognized in her own voice. "So I'm obliged to say everything."
He smirked larger, leaning over the table and reaching out to grab her tray. He eased it out of her hands and lowered it to the table, motioning to the seat next to him.
She tilted her head, intrigued by him, and by the way she just couldn't figure him or his motives out at all. "I'm working, sorry."
Lois walked by with some drinks and did a double take when she noticed Lucas. Her eyebrow raised as she looked between them, a curious little smile on her face as she shook her head and continued on her way to the table she was taking the drinks on her tray to.
"So...two jobs." Lucas pursed his lips. "Must be tiring."
"Well, we need money." Chloe shrugged. "And I'm used to working, even if it was only for my high school newspaper." She smiled at the memory. "I was the Editor of the Smallville Torch. It was my baby."
He raised an eyebrow. "Smallville? That's just a couple of hours drive away from here. That where you grew up?"
"Mostly." She nodded. "Before that I lived in Metropolis though."
"Even closer." He replied thoughtfully, gaze lowering, before it suddenly rose once more. "That where you met Five? Smallville?"
"Yep, he was the first person I met when I started going to school." She grinned brightly. "The teacher made him show me around and we were inseparable ever since." Her smile melted as she sighed in sadness. "That is...until we found out Mogadorians had tracked him to Smallville. He and his parents...they adopted him after his Cepan died...they left Smallville and he gave me this." Her fingers clasped around her pendants. "So I won't forget...as if I could."
A darkness entered those green eyes as Lucas looked away, a muscle jumping in his clenched jaw. "So how did you find out about his being a Number and about the Mogadorians and such? Did he just come out and tell you?"
"Well, no." Chloe shook her head. "I found out because his first Legacy, psychokinesis, activated when I fell out of the window of the Luthor Manor's window. I was pushed out by some thieves, and I would have landed hard if his Legacy hadn't awakened and he stopped my fall right before I could hit the ground." She smiled at the memory. "We were both so confused at the moment, not sure what'd happened, and in his shock he let me drop. Thankfully I was only a couple of inches off of the ground and didn't get hurt. We had the thieves to think of, and Lex's safety since he was still inside, but after it was over I sat him down and he confessed everything to me. And that was great, because I was sure he was a Meteor Freak until he told me that."
"Meteor Freak." Lucas' eyes narrowed in clear confusion.
"Oh, in Smallville we had a meteor shower some years back, around the time that the Lorien Garde were sent to earth." Chloe replied, finding herself slipping into the seat next to him despite the fact that she really needed to make her rounds. "Those meteor rocks mutated some of the people in Smallville, gave them powers, Legacies if you want to call them. But most of them can't handle the mutation, and give into what I like to call Meteor Psychosis. They go insane, murderous, and Clark and I had been working together to help defend Smallville against these Meteor Mutants. Most of them got sent to Belle Reeve, a mental institution for the criminally insane...but others...it was them or us. Clark always protected me...has always been my one and only protector." Her smile turned sad as her gaze lowered to her hands as she clasped her pendants. "It's been hard getting accustomed to how things are right now...somehow I just can't really imagine being taken care of by anyone other than him."
Lucas' eyes were dark with displeasure, yet he didn't say anything.
Seeing someone signal to her, Chloe sighed. "I have to go tend to the customer. Do you know what you want or do you want me to check up on you in a couple of minutes?"
"Scotch, on the rocks." He shrugged.
"Okay then." She smiled. "I'll be back with that."
She worked peacefully after that, and there was a little suspicion in the back of her mind that the lack of the usual gropes or pats were all thanks to a certain Number in the darkest corner. That was probably why she found her gaze searching him out during her shift, always seeming to meet his gaze and send him a sheepish smile before going on working.
"So, the whole eye-sexing you two have going on...it's making me envious." Lois grinned as she arrived at the bar the same time Chloe did, giving the bartender the orders. "He doesn't take his eyes off of you."
"I think my connection with Clark intrigues him." Chloe shrugged, leaning against the counter. "He always asks about him whenever we talk."
"Yeah, and the fact that he likes your ass has nothing to do with it." The brunette rolled her eyes in amusement.
"He doesn't like my ass!" Chloe gasped.
"Why not?" Nico, the bartender, wanted to know. "It's a nice ass."
She blinked at him in surprise. "Really?" She turned as best as she could to try and get a good look at herself yet was unable to.
"Yeah, if we could put your ass and Lois' tits on a girl...she'd be perfect." Nico snickered, passing Lois her drinks.
"You're so suave, Nico." Lois rolled her eyes in amusement before turning to Chloe with a playful expression. "Should I have the talk with Lucas? You know, the one about dating my teenaged daughter?"
"One, you're not even two years older than me." Chloe glared at her. "Two, who's talking about dating?"
"Ah, so you're the love 'em and leave 'em type, huh?" Nico seemed not to care that he was completely butting into the conversation. "That's so cold Chloe...and I thought you were the good girl out of you two."
"She is." Lois replied.
"I am." Chloe assured.
"If you're the good one..." Nico turned to Lois and raised his fingers in the sign of the cross. "Begone you evil harpy!"
"Dumbass!" Lois laughed, batting at his fingers before grabbing her tray and sauntering off with the drinks.
He leaned over the counter to watch her go, giving a little whistle, before sending a sideways glance to Chloe. "She seeing anyone?"
The blonde snorted. "What happened with the whole warding off her evil thing?"
"That was just for show." He replied. "I like evil."
She turned towards him fully, reaching out and tapping the tip of his nose with her fingertip. "I don't think you're man enough to handle what she has to offer."
Lois said that exactly thing every single time Chloe voiced her suspicions about Nico's little crush, which Chloe found hysterical considering that Lois had yet to even hold hands with a guy.
Instead of getting insulted, the bartender moved and trapped her finger in his mouth, eyes laughing at her.
She raised an eyebrow, fighting the blush. "Believe me, you couldn't handle me either."
Which, of course, she was totally bluffing.
Considering she really hadn't had much experience except for that summer with Jimmy Olsen in Metropolis, well...Jimmy hadn't exactly been a sex god or anything and she'd been lucky if he lasted long enough for her to get anything out of it and...
That intense stare on her back was doing all kinds of things to her body, and had left her ultra-aware all night...and it was beginning to get to her.
Nico pouted and made a big show of releasing her finger, raising his hands in defeat as he went back to working on her orders. "So, how exactly do you know Lucas Dunleavy anyhow?"
"You know him?" Chloe asked, eyes wide.
"I've never met him personally if that's what you're asking." He replied with a scoff. "But I know of him. He doesn't exactly have the best reputation or friends if you know what I mean. He doesn't work, and makes his money gambling. Mostly cards. My cousin works at one of the places he frequents, says the boss is sure he's cheating somehow because he always seems to know what everyone's cards are."
"Really?" She asked, intrigued at this little outside look into Lucas's world. "So he's really good, huh?"
"Inhumanly so." Nico nodded, turning his back on her to grab a bottle from the shelf behind him.
Chloe smirked, turning around to lean her back against the counter, eyes widening when she did so in time for Lucas to arrive and lean down over her, palm against the counter's edge. "Uhm, you...need...something?"
His dark gaze went to Nico and then returned to her. "Not really."
She waited for him to either push away from her or say something else.
He didn't do either.
The guy just stayed there, smirking down at her, obviously enjoying the way he affected her.
She cleared her throat before raising her gaze to meet his. "Do you like my ass?"
Behind them, Nico choked on something.
Lucas blinked, clearly surprised by the topic, before he chuckled and leaned in a little closer, voice a velvet purr. "I don't think I know it well enough as yet to really give you an opinion on it."
"Good answer." She replied, pressing her finger to his chest and pushing his back further. "According to Nico and Lois, you're interested in my ass. Nice of you to clear things up for everyone here." She then slipped out from under him, grabbed the tray now filled with drinks, and went to make her deliveries.
When she returned to the bar, Lucas was leaning against the counter, drinking another scotch on the rocks, talking to an extremely intimidated looking Nico.
"Don't bully him." She pointed her finger at Lucas while ducking under and going behind the counter towards the cash register, ringing up the bills for tables Six, Nine, and Two.
"You don't know me well enough to just assume I'm bullying him." Lucas informed her, taking a sip of his drink. "And even if I were, he's man enough to take it and deal with it without you defending his honor."
"Fair enough." Chloe decided, finishing ringing up the orders and ducking under once more, heading back to the tables to give them their bills. She returned with the money, pocketed the tips, and put the rest in the cash register.
"Okay, I'm going to kick the guy over there in his nuts." Lois banged her tray down on the counter as she arrived, turning to look at her skirt. "I'm broke, I don't need him and his grubby, dirty hands messing up one of my only pieces of clothes!"
"I can get that stain out." Chloe promised after examining the visible handprint.
Lois looked up pleadingly. "Can you?"
The blonde nodded. "You'd be surprised at the housewife secrets I've learnt from Clark's mom."
Lois let out a little sigh of relief.
"If you broke his hands you wouldn't have to worry about stains." Lucas offered helpfully, taking another sip of his drink.
Nico looked even more intimidated.
Lois turned to Lucas, grinning. "I've actually already considered that option." Her gaze narrowed as her vision fell upon the guy in question. "But I don't want to be fired, or get in trouble. I really need this job."
Lucas' gaze went to the man as well, expression bored. "You'd only get in trouble if you were caught."
Nico shrank back, happily going to tend to another waitress with her orders.
"Well...if you put it that way...I could get him really drunk and then he wouldn't really remember it well if someone just attacked him while he was stumbling home..." Lois was obviously considering it, leaning with her back against the counter next to Lucas, eyeing the guy by the table.
Lucas, apparently not really caring about the fate of the guy he'd basically sicced Lois on, sent a look in Chloe's direction, raising his eyebrow.
She folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow right back at him.
Chloe eyed him intensely, just wondering what his angle in all of this was.
She opened her mouth to ask him...
...but she was interrupted when the door was kicked open and a group of masked men with guns stormed the restaurant.
"EVERYBODY TO THE GROUND! NOW!" One of the men yelled, firing a couple of shots into the ceiling, causing people to scream and dive for the floor.
"Great." Lois sighed, shaking her head. "Just great."