PMD
27th March 2005, 22:34
For my friends on N.S. Forums---you all have inspired this little snippet from my muse and myself. Actually, I gain inspiration by reading fanfic---and I will get on it, reading some stuff here, cause my muse has flaked off for the day. And hopefully tomorrow, which is my birthday. So, here's an early birthday present from me to you all, for the friendship you've shown me and so many others. Enjoy.
Title: For My Friends On N.S. Forums - "Hey, Sexy"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13/FRT - Fan Rated Suitable For Teenagers, Slightly suggestive too
Category: Friendship, Chlex, Slight Clana, Futurefic, Lex's and Chloe's POV, AU
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Summary: Lex and Clark save the girls.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, the characters, and the line from Love story, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece, so don't sue me.
Archive: N.S. Forums Exclusive
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: I dedicate this to my fellow Chlexers on N.S. Forums. Hope this brings a smile to your face, as it did me and my muse. Enjoy. Oh, and Lex, Chloe and Lana know Clark's secret.
For My Friends On N.S. Forums - "Hey Sexy" - by PMD
Prologue: I tell her, time and again, wait for us---wait for Clark and I. But does she ever----nooooo. And Lana's not much better---it's a wonder Clark doesn't have gray hairs with her. Now, we have to go find them before they end up dead.
~
Lex's POV
Lex's Car
I'm driving like a madman and I am mad. I told Chloe and Lana to wait for our help in an investigation---but did they listen, no. And now, we've got to rescue them.
I glance over at Clark for a second, watching him use that famous x-ray vision of his.
"Anything?"
"Not yet."
"Am I going to fast?"
"Well, for your safety, yes. For me; no."
"Oh right, indestructible."
"Yep---but your not. Even if you can't get sick, you can get hurt."
I slow down a bit, letting out a sigh.
"Mad at Chloe again?"
"No---well, yes, but mainly worried about her."
"Lana was right."
"About what?"
"You like Chloe."
"Wrong," I state, with a smirk.
"So, I'm right---you love her."
I smile now. "Well, I guess I have to admit it---you're right, Clark. I must love her or I wouldn't be so mad, worried, or even stay friends with the girl."
He laughs at that. "Well here's hoping she feels the same way too."
I smile at that and then frown. "They've got to be alive."
"They're---"
He stops talking. Then:
"They're in that warehouse over there. Step on it."
I do just that and a few minutes later, we're at the place and I grimace.
"What's wrong?"
"That warehouse---it belongs to Morgan Edge."
~
Inside The Warehouse
I use my trusted lock pick, given to me on my last birthday, by Chloe. Like we want to explain a door taken off its hinges to the police later on.
I take out my flashlight. "Which way?"
"Lana's this way and---"
He stares in the other direction and smiles. "Chloe's over there."
"Only Chloe?"
"Yes, only Chloe down there and only Lana---"
"Go on, hero. And I hope she gives you a kiss, Clark."
"I'd settle for a hug. I'll be back to help you with Chloe after I get Lana."
"Thanks, Clark," I state.
"Lex?"
"Yes?"
"Do you have an extra lock pick?"
"Ahhhh---yeah, here's my spare," I state, tossing it to him.
He smiles and then rushes off to save the woman he loves and I go off to save mine.
~
The Room
I'm just at the last room at the end of the corridor when I see her through the window. But she's not moving.
I test the door and it's locked. Good thing he suggested I give him my spare. If my door is locked, more than likely his is too. As I say, questions would be raised if the door were off its hinges there too.
I use it and the door swings open. I run in and kneel by Chloe's body, flashing my light on her.
"Chloe?" I whisper.
No response.
I touch her skin---feel her pulse racing and know she's been drugged, by the puncture mark on her neck.
"Chloe, can you hear me?"
Nothing.
I notice the window is letting in the full moon and I don't need my flashlight anymore. I place it back in my pocket, sit down, and pull her body into my arms. "Oh, Baby, please wake up."
Nothing.
I pull away, lean down, and kiss her cheek. Then I back away.
Nothing.
I let out a sigh and pray she doesn't kill me for this later on. I lean down once more and kiss her gently on the lips. And like the prince waking his intended, her eyes flutter open.
A small smile appears at her lips. "Hey, Sexy."
I chuckle at that. "Chloe, you know it's me, right?"
"Yeah. My prince in dark clothing, Sexy. I may be drugged but I'm not blind."
Despite the situation we're in---that they might come back at any time---I can't help but feel happy she's said this. I let out a sigh and pull her close again.
"Ah---Sexy, you're squishing me."
I back away. "Sorry."
"No problem. Now let me sleep and when I wake up we can go at it again---a woman can only take so much orgasmic feelings at a time."
I gulp at what she said. She thought we had made love and that's why she felt this way---not that she was high on something. And we had to get out of here now---to get away from Morgan's thugs and to find out what they had been given.
"Chloe, we have to get out of here."
"Okay, Clark."
What the---course, it's Kent not me.
She senses my change of demeanor. "Geez, Sexy. You get all stupid when you fall in love, don't you? It was a joke. I know you're not Clark---he has more hair."
"Who am I?"
"Sexy."
"No, what's my real name?"
She looks up at me and then her eyes roll back and she's unconscious again.
I lay her down gently and get up. Then I kneel and pull her into me, getting up and walking out of the room with her. I watch as Clark comes up to me, Lana in her arms.
"They're drugged."
"I know," he states. "And very receptive to talking about love."
"But now's not the time," I reply. "Let's get out of here and deal with Morgan later."
"I agree," he states. "The hospital?"
"Yes," I say, as make our way outside and to my car.
~
Hospital Room
Chloe's POV
Okay, who put the wad of cotton into my mouth and how can I get rid of it? And why can't I remember getting from the warehouse to the hospital?
I recall Lana and I going to check something out, without Clark and Lex there. I remember looking in the window and then darkness, until I woke up here.
Wait, I remember something else, vaguely. A man kissing me on the lips and me calling him---Oh my God! I called Lex, Sexy. Oh, just shoot me---wait, he kissed me. Okay, maybe this isn't as bad as it seems.
The door opens and somebody walks in.
"Hey, Sexy."
I gulp and throw the bed sheet over my head. "Go away!"
"Excuse me, Sexy? What did you say? I couldn't hear you."
"I said go away!" I say a bit louder.
"Say that to my face, Sexy."
I let out a sigh and pull the sheet back, looking into the amusing blue eyes of my best friend.
"Lex about that---"
He gives me a grin and I stop speaking. He's not upset---he's amused. Good Lord, I was drugged and let my guard down and he's amused by it.
He brings a chair to the side of my bed and takes one of my hands.
"So?"
"So?" I ask.
"Want me to leave?"
"Well, I would rather a big hole open up and I disappear into it. Lex, I'm sorry about the Sexy name. Forgive me?"
He's stunned and then smiles. "Do I look upset?"
Now I'm stunned. "Well, no---but shouldn't you be a little perturbed."
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. That a woman has to be drugged to finally admit how she feels about you---Oh my God, I just said that out loud. Lex---I'm---"
"Chloe, love means never having to say you’re sorry."
My eyebrow lifts and then I grin. "Your not drugged, are you?"
"No---why?"
"So, I'm not imagining this---the drugs are all out of my system. This is really happening. You really kissed me in the building and now are telling me, you love me."
He lets go of my hand, leans over, and gives me a classic smirk. "No, yes, yes, yes, and definitely yes."
"Good, Sexy."
"Very good, Sexy," he replies back, before kissing me deeply.
The End.
Title: For My Friends On N.S. Forums - "Hey, Sexy"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13/FRT - Fan Rated Suitable For Teenagers, Slightly suggestive too
Category: Friendship, Chlex, Slight Clana, Futurefic, Lex's and Chloe's POV, AU
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Summary: Lex and Clark save the girls.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, the characters, and the line from Love story, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece, so don't sue me.
Archive: N.S. Forums Exclusive
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: I dedicate this to my fellow Chlexers on N.S. Forums. Hope this brings a smile to your face, as it did me and my muse. Enjoy. Oh, and Lex, Chloe and Lana know Clark's secret.
For My Friends On N.S. Forums - "Hey Sexy" - by PMD
Prologue: I tell her, time and again, wait for us---wait for Clark and I. But does she ever----nooooo. And Lana's not much better---it's a wonder Clark doesn't have gray hairs with her. Now, we have to go find them before they end up dead.
~
Lex's POV
Lex's Car
I'm driving like a madman and I am mad. I told Chloe and Lana to wait for our help in an investigation---but did they listen, no. And now, we've got to rescue them.
I glance over at Clark for a second, watching him use that famous x-ray vision of his.
"Anything?"
"Not yet."
"Am I going to fast?"
"Well, for your safety, yes. For me; no."
"Oh right, indestructible."
"Yep---but your not. Even if you can't get sick, you can get hurt."
I slow down a bit, letting out a sigh.
"Mad at Chloe again?"
"No---well, yes, but mainly worried about her."
"Lana was right."
"About what?"
"You like Chloe."
"Wrong," I state, with a smirk.
"So, I'm right---you love her."
I smile now. "Well, I guess I have to admit it---you're right, Clark. I must love her or I wouldn't be so mad, worried, or even stay friends with the girl."
He laughs at that. "Well here's hoping she feels the same way too."
I smile at that and then frown. "They've got to be alive."
"They're---"
He stops talking. Then:
"They're in that warehouse over there. Step on it."
I do just that and a few minutes later, we're at the place and I grimace.
"What's wrong?"
"That warehouse---it belongs to Morgan Edge."
~
Inside The Warehouse
I use my trusted lock pick, given to me on my last birthday, by Chloe. Like we want to explain a door taken off its hinges to the police later on.
I take out my flashlight. "Which way?"
"Lana's this way and---"
He stares in the other direction and smiles. "Chloe's over there."
"Only Chloe?"
"Yes, only Chloe down there and only Lana---"
"Go on, hero. And I hope she gives you a kiss, Clark."
"I'd settle for a hug. I'll be back to help you with Chloe after I get Lana."
"Thanks, Clark," I state.
"Lex?"
"Yes?"
"Do you have an extra lock pick?"
"Ahhhh---yeah, here's my spare," I state, tossing it to him.
He smiles and then rushes off to save the woman he loves and I go off to save mine.
~
The Room
I'm just at the last room at the end of the corridor when I see her through the window. But she's not moving.
I test the door and it's locked. Good thing he suggested I give him my spare. If my door is locked, more than likely his is too. As I say, questions would be raised if the door were off its hinges there too.
I use it and the door swings open. I run in and kneel by Chloe's body, flashing my light on her.
"Chloe?" I whisper.
No response.
I touch her skin---feel her pulse racing and know she's been drugged, by the puncture mark on her neck.
"Chloe, can you hear me?"
Nothing.
I notice the window is letting in the full moon and I don't need my flashlight anymore. I place it back in my pocket, sit down, and pull her body into my arms. "Oh, Baby, please wake up."
Nothing.
I pull away, lean down, and kiss her cheek. Then I back away.
Nothing.
I let out a sigh and pray she doesn't kill me for this later on. I lean down once more and kiss her gently on the lips. And like the prince waking his intended, her eyes flutter open.
A small smile appears at her lips. "Hey, Sexy."
I chuckle at that. "Chloe, you know it's me, right?"
"Yeah. My prince in dark clothing, Sexy. I may be drugged but I'm not blind."
Despite the situation we're in---that they might come back at any time---I can't help but feel happy she's said this. I let out a sigh and pull her close again.
"Ah---Sexy, you're squishing me."
I back away. "Sorry."
"No problem. Now let me sleep and when I wake up we can go at it again---a woman can only take so much orgasmic feelings at a time."
I gulp at what she said. She thought we had made love and that's why she felt this way---not that she was high on something. And we had to get out of here now---to get away from Morgan's thugs and to find out what they had been given.
"Chloe, we have to get out of here."
"Okay, Clark."
What the---course, it's Kent not me.
She senses my change of demeanor. "Geez, Sexy. You get all stupid when you fall in love, don't you? It was a joke. I know you're not Clark---he has more hair."
"Who am I?"
"Sexy."
"No, what's my real name?"
She looks up at me and then her eyes roll back and she's unconscious again.
I lay her down gently and get up. Then I kneel and pull her into me, getting up and walking out of the room with her. I watch as Clark comes up to me, Lana in her arms.
"They're drugged."
"I know," he states. "And very receptive to talking about love."
"But now's not the time," I reply. "Let's get out of here and deal with Morgan later."
"I agree," he states. "The hospital?"
"Yes," I say, as make our way outside and to my car.
~
Hospital Room
Chloe's POV
Okay, who put the wad of cotton into my mouth and how can I get rid of it? And why can't I remember getting from the warehouse to the hospital?
I recall Lana and I going to check something out, without Clark and Lex there. I remember looking in the window and then darkness, until I woke up here.
Wait, I remember something else, vaguely. A man kissing me on the lips and me calling him---Oh my God! I called Lex, Sexy. Oh, just shoot me---wait, he kissed me. Okay, maybe this isn't as bad as it seems.
The door opens and somebody walks in.
"Hey, Sexy."
I gulp and throw the bed sheet over my head. "Go away!"
"Excuse me, Sexy? What did you say? I couldn't hear you."
"I said go away!" I say a bit louder.
"Say that to my face, Sexy."
I let out a sigh and pull the sheet back, looking into the amusing blue eyes of my best friend.
"Lex about that---"
He gives me a grin and I stop speaking. He's not upset---he's amused. Good Lord, I was drugged and let my guard down and he's amused by it.
He brings a chair to the side of my bed and takes one of my hands.
"So?"
"So?" I ask.
"Want me to leave?"
"Well, I would rather a big hole open up and I disappear into it. Lex, I'm sorry about the Sexy name. Forgive me?"
He's stunned and then smiles. "Do I look upset?"
Now I'm stunned. "Well, no---but shouldn't you be a little perturbed."
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. That a woman has to be drugged to finally admit how she feels about you---Oh my God, I just said that out loud. Lex---I'm---"
"Chloe, love means never having to say you’re sorry."
My eyebrow lifts and then I grin. "Your not drugged, are you?"
"No---why?"
"So, I'm not imagining this---the drugs are all out of my system. This is really happening. You really kissed me in the building and now are telling me, you love me."
He lets go of my hand, leans over, and gives me a classic smirk. "No, yes, yes, yes, and definitely yes."
"Good, Sexy."
"Very good, Sexy," he replies back, before kissing me deeply.
The End.