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15th October 2008, 10:07
Cleansing Ritual
R/ Angst
Disclaimer: Smallville, the characters therein, and all affiliated copyrighted materials are owned by the WB. This is a work of fanfiction not intended for profit or infringement, only for the pleasure of fans of the series.
Distribution: I have posted these stories and have control of them on this site. I don't want them to be posted anywhere else unless I'm the one posting them. Please take down my stories if you have them posted on another archive site. I understand I can't stop you from doing this but I hope by asking politely you'll respect my work and my wishes. If anyone has more comfort and convenience saving the text of a story to their own computer, I have no problem with that.
Spoilers: Good question. Up to season 7-ish, but AU.
A/N: Not much to say, this came to me, I wrote it, it was supposed to be a drabble. But it's too long and possibly evil and violence and there's bad language. Be warned.
"You needed an enemy," she told him, circling the chair. "Your father stopped fighting you, and you felt alone like you'd never felt before."
Chloe dabbed at the blood running toward Lex's eyes, sadly amused at how every fight he'd ever had in Smallville ended in head injury. She touched his chin and his burning eyes came up quickly.
"You tried to make Clark into a bad guy but it didn't work. He's good. He's naive and selfish sometimes. I love him anyway. So do you. He's not equipped to go against you."
He leaned his face away and she let him, going back to tending his cuts. He hissed as she pressed down on the deepest one to staunch it.
"He loves you," she told him. "He loves me. He loves everybody. He never could have destroyed you. You were only getting half of what you needed."
Chloe stood back, looked him over tenderly, and pulled a chair up to sit next to him.
"I don't have time for theoretical psychology from a failed journalist, Chloe," he sneered. "You're not part of my life anymore. You were a lever to use against him."
She smiled bitterly. "I'm not Lana. I know when I'm being used. I allow it. You used me on Lionel, then Clark, then Lionel, then Jimmy. You wasted me just like Clark did. I thought you were the one with foresight."
She crossed her legs and sat back as if for a casual chat over coffee. His eyes went to her skirt hiking up slightly and a laugh burst from her mouth. "You're just . . . Damn you, Lex. I loved you. I could thwart you. I could destroy you and I could save you," she told him. "But you decided to try to make Lana into a version of me."
Her purse was down by her chair and Chloe picked it up, idly searching inside.
"Lana failed you. She didn't understand her obligations. If she was going to betray you she should have gone all the way with it. War makes you feel safe, and peace makes you suffer. And then she just took money. I, at least, would have tried to kill you in our bed," she said, her tone chiding. "She wasn't Luthor material, but I am."
She had upgraded from her stun gun, and the shiny sig sauer in her lap was polished like a piece of jewelry. It responded smoothly as Chloe flipped the safety off and cocked it.
"You're going to shoot me?" He tugged on the chains holding him in the chair and found them as unforgiving as ever.
"I still love you, Lex," she whispered, her green eyes emotional. "I still want you to be happy. I forgive every shitty thing you've ever done. You're a Luthor. If I judged you by the standards of the world I'd have to make sure you lived out your life in a cell. I'm tired of watching you suffer. I'm tired of pretending I don't love you enough to make it stop."
She stood up and pushed her chair over, her purse spilling across the floor. Chloe tucked her hair behind her ears and bit her lip. "I want to kiss you, but I can't if you're going to try to take the gun. I have a plan how I want this to go and I don't want it ruined."
He nodded, silent and weighing his options. There were people looking for him, but he recognized they were at one of his abandoned labs. When looking for kidnapped Luthors his guards never started on company property.
"I've kissed you many times and I've never fought it before," he remarked abstractly. She tucked the gun in her skirt and came close.
"You have. You've also stripped me of my dream and left me for Lana."
He snickered under his breath.
"Talking about amateur psychology, you do realize everyone leaves you for Lana?"
Chloe nodded easily. "I date unworthy men. I should have fucked your father when he was sniffing around me, but then he got religion for a while and I found that creepy. Also, Jimmy left me for Clark's cousin, then crawled back."
She leaned toward him, her face serene and her eyes sparkling. Her tongue slipped over her mouth automatically. She tipped her nose to the side and fastened her lips over the split in his lip. Sucking hard, she got it bleeding freely, then thrust her tongue in to duel with his. Lex kissed back, openly and passionately. The gun was still in his mind but he didn't want to take it from her. He didn't want the moment with Chloe to end.
Her thumb touched his forehead, tracing down to his chin and letting go. Lex caught a final glimpse of her gentle smile as she stood clear, pointed the obscenely pretty gun in his face and pulled the trigger.
Chloe covered her tracks excellently, even if she was the only person alive to know it. She called the police. She wept. She destroyed the beautiful gun with regret. She sat on the floor and untied Lex's body, holding him in her lap as he grew colder and bloodier. She tried not to smile as the shocked paramedics tried to get the wounds under control.
His face was gentle and easy. He was somewhere else, finally free. And she decided in the ambulance that she rather wanted to find out what he'd do if he lived. The paramedics didn't stop her from touching him, and their yelling barely distracted her as she concentrated. She wanted him to keep the scar she had marked as her target above his left eye. It would remind him of her.
After they'd taken turns being dead for a few hours, Chloe sighed herself out AMA and went to visit his sick bed. The paramedics were being fussy, since they had seen how badly injured Lex was and couldn't explain anything. She presumed they were getting a lot of hard questions and trying to find some proof of the dead Lex Luthor they'd briefly possessed.
The hospital seemed to be drugging the hell out of him so he'd sleep and stop trying to get released. she went downstairs for a magazine and a coffee and sat by his bed for a while. He started twitching by the third hour and her tenth magazine. He opened his eyes just as she was about to break down and read a BMX journal.
"The gift shop here sucks, and you're a bastard, otherwise I'd have bought you something," she said sweetly. "I left you some pain and a big scar. I could have erased every scar you have, but I fucking hate you sometimes and I like having the ability to make you ugly on the outside."
He huffed into his oxygen mask and arched his eyebrow. "I'm gorgeous. Women fall over me trying to get a look," he stated firmly. "By the way, thanks for my concussion. You know how I love those."
She shrugged and picked up her stack of magazines, flipping pages.
"I raised you from the dead. Your headache is between you and your bottle of excedrin," she muttered, glancing at him. "And don't think you're putting me in a lab, either. I've fucked you many times in many ways, and only some of them have been sexual."
"I thought you had some kind of power to heal," Lex mused as he picked at his iv. "I didn't think it was Lazarus-worthy. I'm assuming I died."
She popped some gum in her mouth. "Only for a few minutes."
Chloe leaned forward, yanked out the iv, and watched blood stream down his fingers. Lex gave her a withering look.
"I was trying to avoid that," he said. "They'll keep me another day if they see me bleeding."
The blond rolled her eyes and put her hand over his. The minor glow as she sealed up the puncture warmed them both. He watched her cheeks turn pink and sighed as he felt better in his hand and his head.
"Fuck! I just cured your damn concussion, didn't I?" She sat back and crossed her arms. "I wanted you to feel crappy a while longer."
He was concealing the iv tubes under his blankets and peering out at the nurse's station slyly. "You know," he remarked, itching under his hospital gown. "We should get married. We already died together."
"I was going to give it a few days because I know you're stuck in here, but now I'm going to go recruit some people to wrest control of LuthorCorp from you. It's because you're stupid, if you were wondering at my motives. And I plan to recruit with my vagina. I'll call you to gloat."
She dropped the stack of magazines on his middle, kissed the entry wound on his forehead and walked out gracefully in her blood stained clothes and high heels. He hoped she'd kept that gun. He wanted to put it in a case over the mantle. It had sentimental value.
R/ Angst
Disclaimer: Smallville, the characters therein, and all affiliated copyrighted materials are owned by the WB. This is a work of fanfiction not intended for profit or infringement, only for the pleasure of fans of the series.
Distribution: I have posted these stories and have control of them on this site. I don't want them to be posted anywhere else unless I'm the one posting them. Please take down my stories if you have them posted on another archive site. I understand I can't stop you from doing this but I hope by asking politely you'll respect my work and my wishes. If anyone has more comfort and convenience saving the text of a story to their own computer, I have no problem with that.
Spoilers: Good question. Up to season 7-ish, but AU.
A/N: Not much to say, this came to me, I wrote it, it was supposed to be a drabble. But it's too long and possibly evil and violence and there's bad language. Be warned.
"You needed an enemy," she told him, circling the chair. "Your father stopped fighting you, and you felt alone like you'd never felt before."
Chloe dabbed at the blood running toward Lex's eyes, sadly amused at how every fight he'd ever had in Smallville ended in head injury. She touched his chin and his burning eyes came up quickly.
"You tried to make Clark into a bad guy but it didn't work. He's good. He's naive and selfish sometimes. I love him anyway. So do you. He's not equipped to go against you."
He leaned his face away and she let him, going back to tending his cuts. He hissed as she pressed down on the deepest one to staunch it.
"He loves you," she told him. "He loves me. He loves everybody. He never could have destroyed you. You were only getting half of what you needed."
Chloe stood back, looked him over tenderly, and pulled a chair up to sit next to him.
"I don't have time for theoretical psychology from a failed journalist, Chloe," he sneered. "You're not part of my life anymore. You were a lever to use against him."
She smiled bitterly. "I'm not Lana. I know when I'm being used. I allow it. You used me on Lionel, then Clark, then Lionel, then Jimmy. You wasted me just like Clark did. I thought you were the one with foresight."
She crossed her legs and sat back as if for a casual chat over coffee. His eyes went to her skirt hiking up slightly and a laugh burst from her mouth. "You're just . . . Damn you, Lex. I loved you. I could thwart you. I could destroy you and I could save you," she told him. "But you decided to try to make Lana into a version of me."
Her purse was down by her chair and Chloe picked it up, idly searching inside.
"Lana failed you. She didn't understand her obligations. If she was going to betray you she should have gone all the way with it. War makes you feel safe, and peace makes you suffer. And then she just took money. I, at least, would have tried to kill you in our bed," she said, her tone chiding. "She wasn't Luthor material, but I am."
She had upgraded from her stun gun, and the shiny sig sauer in her lap was polished like a piece of jewelry. It responded smoothly as Chloe flipped the safety off and cocked it.
"You're going to shoot me?" He tugged on the chains holding him in the chair and found them as unforgiving as ever.
"I still love you, Lex," she whispered, her green eyes emotional. "I still want you to be happy. I forgive every shitty thing you've ever done. You're a Luthor. If I judged you by the standards of the world I'd have to make sure you lived out your life in a cell. I'm tired of watching you suffer. I'm tired of pretending I don't love you enough to make it stop."
She stood up and pushed her chair over, her purse spilling across the floor. Chloe tucked her hair behind her ears and bit her lip. "I want to kiss you, but I can't if you're going to try to take the gun. I have a plan how I want this to go and I don't want it ruined."
He nodded, silent and weighing his options. There were people looking for him, but he recognized they were at one of his abandoned labs. When looking for kidnapped Luthors his guards never started on company property.
"I've kissed you many times and I've never fought it before," he remarked abstractly. She tucked the gun in her skirt and came close.
"You have. You've also stripped me of my dream and left me for Lana."
He snickered under his breath.
"Talking about amateur psychology, you do realize everyone leaves you for Lana?"
Chloe nodded easily. "I date unworthy men. I should have fucked your father when he was sniffing around me, but then he got religion for a while and I found that creepy. Also, Jimmy left me for Clark's cousin, then crawled back."
She leaned toward him, her face serene and her eyes sparkling. Her tongue slipped over her mouth automatically. She tipped her nose to the side and fastened her lips over the split in his lip. Sucking hard, she got it bleeding freely, then thrust her tongue in to duel with his. Lex kissed back, openly and passionately. The gun was still in his mind but he didn't want to take it from her. He didn't want the moment with Chloe to end.
Her thumb touched his forehead, tracing down to his chin and letting go. Lex caught a final glimpse of her gentle smile as she stood clear, pointed the obscenely pretty gun in his face and pulled the trigger.
Chloe covered her tracks excellently, even if she was the only person alive to know it. She called the police. She wept. She destroyed the beautiful gun with regret. She sat on the floor and untied Lex's body, holding him in her lap as he grew colder and bloodier. She tried not to smile as the shocked paramedics tried to get the wounds under control.
His face was gentle and easy. He was somewhere else, finally free. And she decided in the ambulance that she rather wanted to find out what he'd do if he lived. The paramedics didn't stop her from touching him, and their yelling barely distracted her as she concentrated. She wanted him to keep the scar she had marked as her target above his left eye. It would remind him of her.
After they'd taken turns being dead for a few hours, Chloe sighed herself out AMA and went to visit his sick bed. The paramedics were being fussy, since they had seen how badly injured Lex was and couldn't explain anything. She presumed they were getting a lot of hard questions and trying to find some proof of the dead Lex Luthor they'd briefly possessed.
The hospital seemed to be drugging the hell out of him so he'd sleep and stop trying to get released. she went downstairs for a magazine and a coffee and sat by his bed for a while. He started twitching by the third hour and her tenth magazine. He opened his eyes just as she was about to break down and read a BMX journal.
"The gift shop here sucks, and you're a bastard, otherwise I'd have bought you something," she said sweetly. "I left you some pain and a big scar. I could have erased every scar you have, but I fucking hate you sometimes and I like having the ability to make you ugly on the outside."
He huffed into his oxygen mask and arched his eyebrow. "I'm gorgeous. Women fall over me trying to get a look," he stated firmly. "By the way, thanks for my concussion. You know how I love those."
She shrugged and picked up her stack of magazines, flipping pages.
"I raised you from the dead. Your headache is between you and your bottle of excedrin," she muttered, glancing at him. "And don't think you're putting me in a lab, either. I've fucked you many times in many ways, and only some of them have been sexual."
"I thought you had some kind of power to heal," Lex mused as he picked at his iv. "I didn't think it was Lazarus-worthy. I'm assuming I died."
She popped some gum in her mouth. "Only for a few minutes."
Chloe leaned forward, yanked out the iv, and watched blood stream down his fingers. Lex gave her a withering look.
"I was trying to avoid that," he said. "They'll keep me another day if they see me bleeding."
The blond rolled her eyes and put her hand over his. The minor glow as she sealed up the puncture warmed them both. He watched her cheeks turn pink and sighed as he felt better in his hand and his head.
"Fuck! I just cured your damn concussion, didn't I?" She sat back and crossed her arms. "I wanted you to feel crappy a while longer."
He was concealing the iv tubes under his blankets and peering out at the nurse's station slyly. "You know," he remarked, itching under his hospital gown. "We should get married. We already died together."
"I was going to give it a few days because I know you're stuck in here, but now I'm going to go recruit some people to wrest control of LuthorCorp from you. It's because you're stupid, if you were wondering at my motives. And I plan to recruit with my vagina. I'll call you to gloat."
She dropped the stack of magazines on his middle, kissed the entry wound on his forehead and walked out gracefully in her blood stained clothes and high heels. He hoped she'd kept that gun. He wanted to put it in a case over the mantle. It had sentimental value.