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.
After the movie ended the foursome decided for something Italian, and after ignoring the weird looks some of the people in the family-oriented place kept giving her and Priestly, they headed to a bar for some drinks (Chloe was relieved Priestly just let her be and didn't scold her because she was 'nineteen'). In this place she and Priestly didn't stick out like sore thumbs as they had in the restaurant, and when Chloe got carded she'd been able to show the fake ID she'd made for herself after starting to work at City Beach Grill. She'd become a pro at making fake IDs for herself while she'd been reporting and needed to get into places teenagers couldn't get into. Her fake ID looked realer than the real ones (or so she liked to believe) and considering that the bartender (who was definitely in his thirties) not only gave her a drink but his number, well, it passed the test.
So "Chloe Just" (she'd seen Priestly smirk when he'd seen that name on her ID) was ready to relax a little (as much as she could, at least) and enjoy herself.
"I have never had a guy do that to me." Jen shook her head in disbelief as she stared at the number on the napkin while Fuzzy and Priestly got them their next rounds.
"Me neither." Chloe leaned against the blonde, shocked.
"Are you going to call him?" Jen asked and handed the napkin back.
Chloe's gaze went to the bartender, thoughtful. "Nah."
"Why not?" Jen's lips twitched almost naughtily. "You don't like someone else do you?"
"No." Her crush on Clark had ended painfully, but ended nonetheless. "Definitely not."
Jen's smile slipped slightly. "You sure about that?"
"Very." Chloe refused to think about Clark right now.
Priestly and Fuzz returned from the second bar counter in the establishment, this one was on the opposite side of the room from the counter manned by the guy who'd given Chloe his number. The punk slipped into the loveseat next to Chloe and handed her a vodka and cranberry. "What have I told you guys about gossiping?"
"Wait until you're around to hear every juicy detail," Jen dutifully answered and pressed a kiss to Fuzzy's cheek as he sat down next to her and passed her a beer.
"Exactly." Priestly tried to get comfortable in the tight seat and ended up resting his arm around the back of the seat, touching Chloe's shoulders. "So spill. Who are we discussing?"
"The bartender." Jen motioned with her chin towards the counter manned by the guy in question. "He gave Chloe his number."
Fuzzy raised an eyebrow, took a sip of his beer, and eyed Priestly.
"Which one?" Priestly's gaze went to the bartenders on that side of the room. "Pretty boy?"
"The one with red hair." Chloe shrugged.
"Pretty boy." Priestly made up his face, his nose ring catching the light and sparkling slightly. "I wouldn't call him if I were you."
"And why not?" Jen smiled brightly at Priestly, as if expecting something grand.
The punk shrugged before he took a long sip of his beer. "He's one of Tish's flings."
"What?" Jen gasped and turned to look at said bartender in shock. "Which one?"
"Mr Four Minutes."
Jen's eyes widened as she stared at the bartender in shock. "Oh my-I think you're right! I can't believe I didn't recognize him!"
"Do all of Tish's exes have nicknames like that?" Fuzzy wanted to know. "Because I haven't heard of one being mentioned by his christian name yet."
"What are some examples?" Chloe sipped her drink.
"Mr Bush. Fish Boy. Cowboy Boots," Jen named as she counted off on her fingers. "Bedrock. Secretly Gay..."
"Oh wow." Chloe chuckled and shook her head, before she slid her gaze over to her seatmate. "What was your nickname?"
"I didn't have any." Priestly bristled and looked away.
Chloe, disbelieving, turned her gaze on Jen.
The blonde's lips twisted in an evil smile before she mouthed: Sir Lancelot.
For a moment Chloe didn't get that one, and then she did, and her eyes widened as she turned her gaze on Priestly, who was gazing over at the bar area with a frown on his face. She turned back to Jen and mouthed back: Really?
Chloe eyed the punk thoughtfully before her gaze slid to the corner, where a green haired woman eyed them. "Hey Priestly?"
"Hmmm?" He didn't seem to really be paying attention to her, instead was busy eyeing the bar.
"The girl over there with the bright green hair and the nose ring has been eyeing you for the last twenty minutes." Chloe leaned into him and whispered loudly over the sound of the music. "You should go over and talk to her."
"Yeah. Sure." He still wasn't listening to her. He finished his beer with one long gulp before he pushed to his feet. "I need another drink. Who needs more drinks?" His gaze lowered to her glass. "You need another drink. I'm going to get us some more." And with that he headed towards the bar counter where Mr Four Minutes was.
Chloe blinked as she watched him go. "But I'm not even halfway through my drink."
Jen's mischievous grin was back.
Fuzzy sighed as he stood. "I should go and back him up."
"Back him up?" Chloe swung her narrowed gaze on him. "How many drinks do you think he's going to bring?"
"More than he can handle." Fuzzy mumbled, finished his own beer in a long gulp, and hurried to where Priestly was talking to Mr Four Minutes.
Jen watched the men with her mischievous smile before she turned her twinkling eyes on Chloe. "So Priestly is bringing you to Trucker and Zo's right? For the dinner?"
Chloe nodded. "I still can't believe I was invited."
"Well, you're part of the family now," Jen declared brightly. "You're the baby of the family, actually." She tilted her head to the side. "Do you have any siblings?"
"Don't know." The girl shrugged, being a hundred per cent truthful for once. "My mom took off when I was young and I haven't seen her since, so for all I know there could be a little brother or sister out there."
"That must suck, not knowing," Jen sighed.
"I really don't think about it," Chloe admitted. "Sure, at first I used to cry all the time and pray that she'd return, but after a while I got used to not having her around and I don't know if I'd be able to handle having her back if she decided to make an appearance all of a sudden. Too much time has passed and I've stopped needing a mother."
"I don't think we ever stop needing a mother, but I believe we stop needing a certain person as our mother." Jen pulled a strand of blonde hair behind her hair. "My mother died when I was really young, it's one of the reasons why I've never really been able to get into anything girly. I'd thought I didn't want or need a mother, until I met Zo, and now she's my mother for every intent and purpose."
Chloe smiled softly. "She's really something, huh?"
"Yeah," Jen nodded, smiling tenderly. "She's great."
Suddenly something crashing caught their attention, and the girls turned in time to see Fuzzy pulling Priestly away from the counter and the other bartender pulling away Mr Four Minutes.
Narrowing her eyes, Chloe stood and hurried passed the crowd to hear Mr Four Minutes call Priestly a "fucking freak" and "loser" and tons of other stuff that had her wanting to beat the shit out of him. She settled for giving the bartender a scathing glare while Priestly shrugged out of Fuzzy's hold. The girl reached Priestly's side and her hand found his, her fingers threading through his.
He stopped and looked down at their entwined fingers.
"You okay?" Chloe asked, staring up into his face in worry. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Priestly ran his free hand over his mohawk, clearing his throat. "I've just never liked that Pretty Boy."
Chloe rubbed his arm as Fuzzy passed them to return to where Jen was keeping their seats yet watching with worry. "I can't believe he started a fight with a client. That's so stupid."
"I might have had some fault in it," Priestly mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders. "I told him to concentrate on serving drinks and not trying to hit on drunk girls."
"I'm not drunk," Chloe protested.
"He wanted me to bring you another drink for him," Priestly retorted. "He was trying to get you drunk."
Chloe sent the guy behind them a narrowed glare before she rubbed Priestly's arm. "So, you're a regular knight in shining armor, huh?"
"Aw man!" Priestly whined. "Jen told you my nickname!"
Chloe laughed. "It's very phallic."
"Damn it," Priestly grumbled and pouted like a spoilt child. "It's just so embarrassing."
Winking, Chloe looped her arm around his as they finally reached Fuzzy and Jen.
"I'm so sorry Priestly." Jen frowned as Priestly threw himself down on the loveseat. "I can't believe he called you all those names!"
"It's fine," the punk shrugged. "I'm used to it. This isn't the first time someone has insulted me because of how I look and dress, especially a Pretty Boy. They know they can get girls I never would be able to, and it makes them feel superior." He gave them a valiant little smile. "If their looks is all they've got going for them, I'm sorry for them really."
Shaking her head, Chloe fought the urge to storm back to the counter and punch the bartender. Instead she sat down on Priestly lap and twisted on it to be able to wrap her arms around the punk's neck.
"Uh, Chloe?" His eyes were wide in shock as he went stiff in shock. "What are you doing?"
"Giving him a little show." She pressed a kiss to Priestly's cheek as her gaze slipped to where the bartender was. The girl made sure he was watching, before she brought her lips to Priestly's ear. "Stop being so stiff. You look like I'm about to rape you or something."
He cleared his throat before resting his hand on her thigh, rubbing said thigh while clearing his throat repeatedly.
Fighting the self-consciousness she felt at this, Chloe faked a seductress smile as she pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. She stared down into his face and when his gaze connected with hers a shock of something soared down her body like electricity. It scared her. She fought the desire to show it and instead merely turned on his lap so that she was more comfortable. She reached for her drink as she faced Jen and Fuzzy. "So, what do you guys usually wear at these family dinners?"
"It's nothing you get dressed up for," Fuzzy assured her, apparently amused yet unfazed by what she'd just done. "And considering Piper's spending time with Noah's family, and Tish is tied up with filming, it'll be a really small dinner so there'll be less need to dress up."
"I was hoping to meet Piper," Chloe admitted. "I've heard so much about her from everyone that it would be wonderful to meet the woman behind the story."
"She's incredible," Jen smiled. "She and Tish are like sisters to me, I miss them alot." She reached out and grabbed Chloe's hand, giving it a little squeeze. "Thankfully I have a little sister to keep me company now."
Chloe squeezed Jen's hand back, touched beyond measure.
"You'll get to meet Piper at her baby shower. It's at the Grill." Priestly leaned harder against the loveseat, getting more comfortable as he relaxed. "I, for one, am psyched. I've never been to a baby shower before."
"That's because it's usually a females-only thing," Jen informed him.
"And then you all say we are sexist!" Priestly gasped in mock insult. "We don't have any sort of event in which women aren't welcome!"
"Boys Nights Out." Jen pointed on her fingers. "Bachelor Parties."
"Obviously you've never been to either because girls are a must when it comes to those two things," Priestly snickered.
"Talking about girls..." Chloe finished her drink. "That girl is still watching you."
"What girl?" Priestly made a face at her.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe secured Priestly's chin between her fingers and moved his head in the right direction. "Bright green hair."
"Oh." Priestly rubbed her thigh. "She's pretty."
"She pulls off the whole ox piercing." Chloe agreed.
Priestly snorted. "You did not just call it an ox piercing!"
"I don't know the right name!" She complained.
"Have I taught you nothing?" Priestly bemoaned.
Chloe twisted on his lap once more and traced her fingertip against the metal stud underneath the swell of his bottom lip. "This is called a labret piercing."
Priestly gulped, his adam's apple bobbing. "That's a start, at least."
"So your pain tolerance level must be pretty high to have endured all these piercings," Chloe commented as she eyed his multiple facial piercings and the ones on his ears as well.
"I guess so." He shrugged.
"Which of these were the most painful?"
Priestly's expression went sheepish. "It's not one you can actually see."
Fuzzy burst out laughing. "Tell me it's not what I'm thinking it is!"
Priestly scratched the side of his face in slight embarrassment. "Not sure which you're thinking of, so I can't promise anything."
"Oh wow." Jen giggled, leaning hard on Fuzzy.
Eyes narrowing, curiosity killing her, Chloe turned fully and straddled Priestly without thought, her knees pressing down on the loveat on each side of his hips. She could feel him stiffen beneath her, his lined eyes widening in shock, but she didn't give him any chance to ask her what the hell she was doing before she unzipped his jacket and shoved her hands inside, finding his nipples and giving them a little squeeze and twist. Nope. No piercings there.
Priestly gave a little whimper, the sound guttural and surprised.
Chloe's eyes widened as she felt him harden immediately against her.
He was blushing like a virgin. "The hell did you do that for?"
Chloe gulped, wondering exactly where else he could have pierced if not his nipples...and then it came to her and she felt hot all over in seconds. "That must have hurt like hell!"
He was still blushing madly. "You have got to be the weirdest girl-."
She slipped off of his lap and onto the seat next to him, knowing she was blushing just as hard, hands on her lap like a good little girl reproached. "Sorry. Kinda got a little carried away." She sent him an embarrassed smile. "I've always had a problem with my curiosity."
Jen and Fuzzy looked comically amused between the two of them.
Priestly shifted in his seat, clearing his throat, face burning. "I need a drink."
"I'll get it." Chloe was all too eager to leave the table, jumping to her feet and hurrying to the bar counter before anyone could react. It only occurred to her while she was waiting for the bartender to attend to the people who'd been there before her that she didn't know what to get everyone, and that she was basically drinking on Priestly's tab so she shouldn't really be just ordering things on the fly...and her drink was still half unfinished on the table.
Oh. Scratch that. Apparently Priestly had downed it the second she'd walked away.
Tapping her fingertips against the counter, Chloe's gaze scanned the crowded bar while she waited, before freezing in horror as one of the faces proved familiar. It took her a couple of sickening moments of terror to realize that it wasn't him, but the similarity was too much. She felt nauseas and dizzy and vulnerable all of a sudden, the blonde pushing away from the bar and stumbling through the crowd towards the door. She hurried through the front door and around the building passed a couple of people smoking before beginning to walk briskly as far away from the place as possible.
It hadn't been him.
Plus, he might have been metahuman but his power wasn't resurrection and she'd watched his body burn in the building after escaping.
He was dead.
He was dead.
Alcohol and nerves proved a fatal combination. The blonde hurried to the entrance of a nearby alley and barely managed to bend over before everything she'd had that day came spewing out bitterly. Her body shook with the heaves as she emptied the contents of her stomach out there in public, but thankfully no one was around, and the blonde was allowed this humiliation to be kept private.
Finally it was over, the blonde swiping the back of her palm across her mouth as she stood and left the darkened alleyway and its stench, breathing in the air around her, trying to calm herself. She leaned against a light post, closing her eyes as she breathed, face tilted up towards the light as she tried calming herself. Tears of frustration and mortification prickled her eyes but Chloe fought them.
A hand came down on her shoulder. She screamed, twirled around, and slapped the hand away in terror. "No! I'm sorry! Please don't-!" And then her gaze found Priestly and she let out a ragged breath, heart still racing as she brought her hands to her face. "Sorry, I-."
"Was he in there?" Priestly was calm, although his eyes narrowed.
"No." Chloe shook her head and wiped at the tears that'd escaped unbidden, knowing that once again her makeup was messed up. "I must look terrible again," she laughed softly, wishing desperately for a mirror. "Sorry about walking out like that... I... uh... needed some fresh air."
"Looked more like you were running terrified from someone." Priestly frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "You sure he wasn't in there?"
"No." She shook her head. "There was someone who looked like someone else... but it wasn't him." She gave him a brave smile. "I just needed some fresh air."
"You seriously need a phone," Priestly muttered as he pulled out his own, apparently texting someone.
"No way." Chloe said a little too quickly for it not to be suspicious, but there was no way she could explain that people could hack into your phone service and find you wherever you were without proving that she was in deeper shit than everyone already guessed.
Priestly sent his text. "Told Fuzzy you're not feeling too well so I'm walking you back."
"You don't have to leave on my account." Chloe frowned. "I was going to walk back by myself anyway and-."
"Then you definitely need me to walk you because this is the wrong way." Priestly muttered.
"Really?" Chloe looked around her, surprised. "Which is-?" Her eyes widened when Priestly pointed down the right direction. "Oh."
"Yeah." Priestly nodded as he put his phone away, motioning with his chin towards the right direction. "Let's never go to this bar again. The service is shitty and the people are shady."
Chloe's lips twitched in amusement as she looped her arms around the one he offered, falling easily into step with him. "Know any other place?"
"You'll be surprised to know that despite my appearances, I'm not much of a partier." Priestly shrugged as he shucked his hands in his jeans pants' pockets. "I honestly prefer to drink my alcohol behind closed doors. That way, if I make a fool of myself, it probably wont end up on Youtube."
Chloe burst out laughing, shocked that she could go from terrified to laughing in a matter of seconds just because Priestly was there. "You do have a point here."
"It's true. You can't trust to get drunk anymore. It's the Age of Technology," Priestly declared sagely. "Everyone has a camera phone and thinks that it makes them documentarians of humanity's Epic Fails."
"Why do I have a feeling that you speak from experience?"
"There might be some videos on the tube I pray no one I know ever sees," Priestly mumbled.
Chloe smirked. "Anything piercing-related?"
He laughed. "Not on the internet. No. But I like to keep a record of every piercing and tattoo I got."
"Every one?" Chloe asked curiously.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah."
"Who's seen these vids?" Chloe sent him a sideways glance.
"No one." He shrugged. "It's not like seeing someone getting poked and prodded interests people."
The blonde cleared her throat as she pulled a strand of black hair behind her ear. "Can I see them sometime?"
He choked on saliva, tripping on nothing as his gaze swung towards her. "You-what?"
Chloe lowered her gaze. "That was weird, right?"
"Yeah." He nodded, raising an eyebrow. "It was."
"Sorry." The girl sighed.
"No, just, uh, one moment I think you're timid and the next you blow my mind." Priestly shook his head, chuckling softly as he ran his free hand over his mohawk. "I'm still trying to acclimatize myself to you."
"Acclimatize?" Chloe sent him a sideways glance, less embarrassed and more intrigued.
"You're like the weather." Was Priestly's only answer.
"Who's weird now?" Chloe bumped shoulders with him and a smile returned to her lips as they continued to walk in comfortable silence.