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.
"I'm telling you, she's come in twice now and he hides every single time and makes me do so as well." Chloe rolled her eyes in dark amusement as she told Lucille about the green haired girl with the crush on Priestly. "I think he should just talk to her. Even if it's to tell her that he'd seeing someone. Anything but hide in the supply room and yank me in with him."
Lucille smirked quite naughtily. "Maybe he just likes the excuse to yank you in the supply room so he can have you to himself for a couple of minutes."
Chloe blushed yet pursed her lips in thought. "I've begun to suspect that, actually," she admitted.
Lucille gave a tinkle of laughter and Benton wagged his tail happily. "Ah, young love."
Chloe blushed harder and merely smiled at the old woman before the door opened to reveal the same frat boys from before. Her smile vanished and she sighed as she turned to Lucille. "I gotta go take those orders."
Lucille frowned, obviously remembering them from last time. "Trucker needs to put a: 'No Frat Boy Allowed' sign."
Chloe snickered at the thought, figured Trucker might very well do that, and shook her head as she headed over to where the guys were. Once again she received a pat on her butt from the very same frat boy, who ushered the same lines about her needing to take off the 'raccoon makeup'. She ignored both his pat and the comment before repeating their sub orders and going to where Priestly was chopping vegetables harder than necessary, the knife making a very loud noise against the chopping board.
"Why do you always have to be the one to take their orders?" Priestly wanted to know.
"Do you really want to subject Jen to that sort of treatment?" Chloe made up her face. "Or worse, they could be mean to her just because they know she wouldn't fight back." She shook her head. "No. I can handle them."
"You shouldn't have to," he groused.
She gave a weak little shrug before she relayed their sub orders.
"I should spit in these," Priestly informed her as he started the sandwiches.
She understood the sentiment. "Think of Trucker."
He sighed. "I am."
The bells above the door tinkled and she turned to see the green haired girl from before. "Look who is here."
Priestly looked up and then groaned. "When it rains it pours."
Chloe snickered at his attitude towards his own personal stalker as she turned to actually look at the girl. This was the first time that Chloe had been able to get a good look at her without getting dragged away, and that was only because Priestly was way too bogged down doing the subs. "She's really pretty." She turned to Priestly. "You should talk to her."
He gave her an ugly look. "You're my girlfriend. You're supposed to be jealous."
She was, a bit, but knew she had no right to be because she'd have to leave once the trial started and she didn't want Priestly to be alone. He deserved happiness. "Do you want me to be jealous?"
"Couldn't hurt," he mumbled.
She fought valiantly not to grin. "Do you want me to march over there and tell her to leave you alone? That you're mine and she needs to back off?"
He looked intrigued at the idea. "Give me a minute or two to consider it."
A snort escaped her lips as she grabbed her notepad and moved towards the girl to take her order for the first time. Every other time, due to the fact that she would be busy in the supply room with Priestly, Jen would take the order and the girl always ordered to go. She gave the girl a grin as she reached her. "Welcome to City Beach Grill, how can I help you?"
The girl eyed her curiously. "A King sub, please."
She wrote that down. "Anything to drink?"
"Water." She suddenly held her hand out. "I'm Daisy."
She didn't look like a Daisy.
Chloe blinked her eyes and held her notepad to her chest before she reached out and shook that hand. "Nice to meet you, Daisy." She cleared her throat. "I'm Chloe and his name is Priestly." She pointed behind her at the man who pretended desperately that he hadn't been watching them. "I've seen you around a couple of times."
Daisy nodded before she licked her lips. "Is he your boyfriend?"
Chloe nodded. "Something like that."
"Pity." Daisy gave her a mysterious smile. "If that changes let me know. I'll buy you a drink."
"Uh, sure." Chloe gave her a confused little smile before she moved to Priestly and put down the notepad with the order. That's when it hit her. "I think she just hit on me."
Priestly's eyes widened. "Seriously?"
Priestly suddenly snickered. "So should I be the one to go over there and tell her to back off?"
She laughed and smacked the notepad to his chest. "Behave."
Priestly, in a much better mood now, hummed as he made the sandwiches.
Chloe was in her element with the customers. Priestly loved to see her working, loved to see just how better she'd gotten. Now the door opening didn't cause her to turn towards it in fear. She usually always glanced in that direction when it opened, but she already had a smile forming on her lips to welcome whoever it was. There were some times where she wasn't too happy (like when the frats were in) but otherwise she seemed like a completely different person than the one whom Zo had brought in with her.
Priestly leaned forwards against the counter, his elbows holding his weight as he rested his chin on his clasped hands and just watched her talking to one of the regulars. Her eyes twinkled with happiness and her laughter echoed throughout the place, mixing with that of the customer.
Chloe shook her head and reached up while she described something, and the back of her shirt pulled up to reveal the (now) faint scars that littered her body.
His smile faded as he stared at them. Even though he and she were growing closer and closer, Priestly knew to go slow with this one. They were going so slow he had yet to see what was under that shirt. That didn't mean that he didn't have an idea though. Scars. There were tons of them.
It made his blood boil whenever he thought about this "Alex" that she hid from, the one who she'd even defended against Priestly that one and only time that she'd spoken about him.
How could someone have hurt this girl?
Sure, she was different than most (with her fashion and humor) and maybe it could rub some people the wrong way, but those were things Priestly loved about her. She was quirky and different and definitely not Banana Republic. He couldn't imagine her as anyone other than the girl he knew now: the chirpy goth with the heart of gold and laughter that tinkled like crystal chimes on the wind.
He loved her long black hair, how it, along with her pale skin, made her green eyes pop.
The punk sighed and wondered why she didn't like him touching her hair. He wanted to run his fingers through it, to grab and clench fistfuls of it while kissing, but while Chloe had never actually said anything she would tense every time he went near her hair. For some reason she always flinched, and he couldn't help but wonder if this Alex guy had ever grabbed her by her hair and hurt her.
Priestly didn't put anything passed the guy who'd put that terror in her beautiful greens.
That was why, despite his own wishes to grab fistfuls of her hair, he kept himself from touching it as much as possible.
He still wanted to, though. It was gorgeous hair, and he'd always had a thing for long, straight dark hair.
"What's that sigh all about?" Chloe arrived by the counter and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Nothing." He shook his head.
She tilted her head and obviously wanted to press, but she never did. Sometimes he felt that it was her way of making sure that he never pressed when she didn't want to answer a question of his, and it always made him feel frustrated, but he kept it bottled inside.
The girl reached out and ran her hand softly over his mohawk (it was multi-colored today) before she trailed two fingers down his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, his lips, and then brushed passed his labret.
She really did have a thing for that.
It always made him smile.
Unlike Tish, Chloe was "different" as well, and she could appreciate him for how he really was. He still loved Tish and was glad that they were able to stay friends, but he never had a relationship like this with her. He hadn't been able to be himself while he was with her. Maybe he should've realized that from just how different they were. Maybe he should've just looked for someone different as well.
Look how amazingly he and Chloe meshed.
"When you get so silent it makes me nervous." She gave a pout before she leaned forwards over the counter and pressed a kiss to his lips. She then pulled back and eyed him with a half-teasing, half-serious expression. "Don't plot world-domination without me."
"Chloe!" Lucille called.
Chloe turned towards the woman who practically lived over at the shop. "Coming Lucille!"
Priestly watched her go and grinned as he let out a small, happy smile...
...until one of the frat boys grabbed her butt.
"Is it me, or was today more busy than ever?" Chloe groaned as they collapsed onto her bed after closing the shop and cleaning up.
"It could be all the action you got today."
Chloe snorted at the sour way that was said. "You say that as if I'm actively seeking to get groped by those guys." That was sooo not the case. She just knew that if she tazered the guy like she really wanted to, that she'd not only get Trucker in trouble, but the police could get called and she did not need to get fingerprinted.
"I know you're not. But I'm going to punch them. I swear to god, Chloe, I'm going to punch them." He covered his face with his forearm, voice harsh. "I can't take it anymore. They have no respect for you and keep abusing their position as costumers."
Chloe smiled as she turned and curled up against him. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and rested her head over his heartbeat.
He took in a deep breath and kept his forearm over his eyes. "I have no energy for the Baby Shower tomorrow."
He really looked tired. It bothered her. "I washed the change of clothes you left here the other night, so you have something clean to change into. Why don't you go and bathe?"
He frowned and sat up. "When did you go get them washed?"
Chloe didn't have a washing machine or dryer in the little apartment and had to go to the place a couple of blocks down to do so. "The other night."
"Chloe, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't want you going to do that at night by yourself?" Priestly frowned darker. "It's dangerous."
"I'm used to taking care of myself."
He frowned darker. "I know that but-."
"Just go and bathe, Priestly." She laid down and this time was the one who rested her forearm over her face.
He sighed. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to be controlling-."
She sat up. "I know that. I know you're looking out for me."
He nodded and stared at her face before he leaned over and kissed her.
Chloe felt it in her stomach, emotion curled tightly as she reached out and cupped his face. She moved closer to him, straddled his lap in one smooth movement, and opened her mouth to take the kiss deeper.
Priestly's hands slipped under her shirt, his fingers digging into her back as he let her remain in control of the kiss.
She loved this about him, loved how he relinquished control all the time, how he let her be the one to decide. At first she'd been somewhat fidgetty, nervous, but with each touch and kiss she wanted him more. Nothing in her life was in her control except for this, and she loved him for giving her it.
The girl gave into her instincts and bucked against him; she swallowed the sound of his startled cry as he gripped her tighter.
She reached behind her for his hand and slowly trailed it from behind her to her stomach. She kissed him harder and her heart raced as she slowly trailed his hand up under her shirt until he cupped her over her bra.
Priestly let out a sound into her mouth like he was dying.
The sound of Priestly's phone broke into the moment. Priestly had personalized ringtones so that he would know who was calling based on what song played, and this ringtone proved it was Fuzzy.
Chloe kissed him harder and arched into his touch, she didn't want him to answer the phone.
He was breathless in the kiss, tense and delirious as his hand began to knead.
Chloe cried out into his mouth at the electric sensation.
The phone rang once again. Fuzzy never called twice. It was a joke everyone would tell: Fuzzy was too lazy to dial the same number twice so if you didn't answer he'd wait for you to call back. So the fact that Fuzzy was calling a second time had the two of them pulling apart simultaneously.
Priestly fished for his phone and answered it, eyes on Chloe. "What happened?" His eyes narrowed. "We'll be there." He hung up. "They've been in an accident. They're at the hospital, apparently Jen's hurt."
Chloe's eyes widened as she scurried off of him.
Priestly was already dialing someone else. "Trucker, it's me, Jen's been hurt."
Thankfully Jen had only broken a leg and nothing vital had ruptured or anything like the horrors that he'd thought of while they'd hurried to the hospital. Priestly he knew that while this was still bad, it was much better considering the alternatives. Apparently a drunk driver had gotten Fuzzy and Jen, hitting the front passenger's side and denting the door inwards. The driver had been arrested and was now sleeping off the drunkenness in a cell. He'd awake to find charges filed against him.
Fuzzy was talking to the doctors, dealing with the last details so Jen could be released into his care.
Zo and Trucker talked with Piper and her husband Noah, who had arrived later, both in their pajamas.
Priestly would've taken this time to introduce Chloe to them, but by that time the girl had fallen asleep, her head against his chest. It was why he merely raised his hand and waved to them in acknowledgement before he shifted so that Chloe could be more comfortable, and rested his arm around her securely.
"Is she okay?!" Tish's voice surprised him, and everyone else, as the brunette hurried into the hospital, her high heels loud against the tiles.
"She's fine." Zo went to hug the girl. "We are glad you could make it."
"Of course I would make it! Screw my agent." Tish hugged Zo and Trucker. "What happened?"
"An accident." Trucker sighed. "She broke a leg, otherwise she's fine."
"Poor Jen." Tish looked worried before she noticed Piper and hurried to her. "Piper!"
"Hey Tish!" Piper smiled and hugged the brunette.
"Well, the whole gang's here." Tish grinned at Piper's husband. "That means Priestly can't be too far behind." She looked around before her gaze rested on him and an odd little smile touched her lips.
He gave her a small wave with the arm not around the sleeping Chloe.
Tish's eyes twinkled with devilment as she stormed towards him, her voice low as she bent in front of them to eye Chloe. "So this is the girl Jen's told me so much about." She tilted her head. "She looks so young." She turned her dark gaze on Priestly. "She's pretty."
Priestly nodded in agreement and spoke softly as well. "Are you okay?"
"Hollywood's a drag, but I'm enjoying every second of it." Tish grinned at him. "No need to ask if you're enjoying yourself." She anchored her hands to her hips. "Warn her that I'm going to steal her away at the Baby Shower." And with that she was gone in Fuzzy's direction as he returned with Jen in a wheelchair.
Priestly took in a deep breath, kind of scared at the thought of his ex meeting his current girlfriend.