PMD
17th January 2009, 20:58
Sorry this was a bit late but better late then never, right? <g> Enjoy.
Title: "Just Another New Years Eve"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13
Category: Friendship, Chlex, Holiday Fic, Chloe's POV, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game up to season 6 on Smallville.
Summary: Chloe is sick on New Year's Eve.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, its characters, the characters from the book, Twilight, the title of a Barry Manilow song for the title of the story, a quote from As Good As It Gets, and New Years Eve, 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: At BAFsFF, BT2, Electricchlex, N.S. Forums, and SPP, for the time being. If anybody else wants it, all they have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: I want to thank Jay for looking this piece over. You are a great friend to do this. And this is for Esther too---for her great support. Enjoy.
"Just Another New Years Eve" - by PMD
The Sullivan Townhouse
"Ahhhhh choo!"
"Bless you," I hear as my father walks into the kitchen.
I sense his uneasiness with my condition and know my powers are intact, even when sick, with:
"Honey, you shouldn't be out of bed."
I turn around and sniffle.
"I was thirsty," I sigh.
He walks over to me and puts his hand on my forehead. "Slight temperature---but it's gone down."
I nod.
"Bored?"
I nod again.
"And thirsty?"
"That's what I said."
He frowns at me. "I'm so sorry I gave you the cold."
"It happens."
"Yes, I know but still---"
"Dad---the only person in this berg who doesn't get sick is Lex. And I think it's because germs are afraid of him."
"No, that would be Lionel."
I snort. "I stand corrected."
The bell chooses this time to ding dong and my father leaves the kitchen.
I take out my hanky and sneeze. Then I blow into it and hear:
"Now that was a honker."
I glance in the direction of the voice and sigh, putting the hanky on top of the washing machine.
Great----the guy I secretly love is seeing me at my worse. Not even Lana looks this bad when sick.
Stringy hair---pale complexion---runny nose---dry throat.
"No comeback?" the bald billionaire asks me.
I close my eyes, praying he's gone---that this is an illusion.
A few minutes later, I feel a hand on my forehead and then a slight kiss on it.
My eyes open to his deep blue ones---worried.
"Lex---why---?"
"My mother used to do that with me when I had allergy attacks. It was to make sure it was that and nothing more."
"Oh----ahhhhh choo!"
Oh great---now there's snot on his cheek. Just kill me now, God.
He's not angry though---just worried. He backs away and takes out his hanky, brushing it off his cheek.
"Gabe!"
Oh great; I sneeze into the man I have feelings for and now my father is about to lose his job.
He walks in. "Yes, Lex?"
"You go---I'm staying."
"What?" I ask, looking at both of them.
Lex smiles. "You didn't tell her about your date?"
"Date? Dad---you have a date?"
He sighs, nodding.
"But you were going to stay here?"
He nods.
"No you aren't," I state, putting my foot down and starting to sway.
Lex steadies me and whispers, "Don't help."
I nod.
Lex backs away and looks at my father. "Gabriel---it's been a while since you've had a date---go on. It's just another New Years Eve for me---but I want it to be special for you."
"But what about your party?" he asks him.
"Lucas can handle it---I think I'm needed here more."
My father looks at him, uncertain.
"Are you sure?"
Lex smirks at him. "I made sure that James had all the emergency numbers to call if there was a problem. But Lucas promised that he would be good."
"Are you sure?" I now ask.
He looks at me. "I know Lucas can be a handful at times but he was worried about you too, Chloe. Trust me---he'll be a good boy this year."
"And if not, a lump of coal in his stocking next year?" I quip.
He gives me a slight smile. "So, the verbal bug is back after all."
I chuckle, which turns into a cough. He helps me over to a chair and my father is there in an instant.
"Maybe---"
"No--Daddy---go---I'll be fine."
He sighs. "All right----but I'll leave the number where I'll be---just in case."
Lex nods his approval and then stares at him.
"Oh, right---go."
He smirks at my father and then watches as he kisses me on the forehead and then squeezes Lex's shoulder.
"Take care of my baby," he says, softly.
"I will," Lex replies, just as softly.
I must have done something right in my life to have two wonderful men like this in it. This might just be another New Years Eve for Lex---but for my father and myself, it's far from it.
~
An Hour Later - In Front Of The Christmas Tree
I hear a noise in the kitchen----dishes being taken down---coffee being made---and I'm sitting in the living room---banished from it. He insists I need my rest. But I'm suffering from cabin fever---that's another reason I headed to the kitchen---I needed to get out of my bedroom. It's like the walls were closing in.
Ah well, at least I'm allowed here---this is a bit better. Still:
"Lex----are you okay---need help?"
"No!"
I sigh. "Okay," I mumble to myself.
I hear footfalls and turn to look at him walking out of the kitchen.
"You need to rest."
"I hate resting."
He walks over and sits beside me, feeling my forehead. Then he touches my throat to feel my pulse. It tickles and I laugh.
"What?" he asks, backing away.
"Now I know how Bella feels when Edward nuzzles her."
He's curious now. "Bella and Edward---new internet friends, Chloe?"
"You don't know who Bella and Edward are?"
"Not really."
"Oh please---the person who lives in weirdness central has never read Twilight?"
"My tastes lend towards non-fiction."
"Oh my God---you are just so underprivileged when it comes to reading."
He grins at me and I sigh. "You have read it."
He nods.
"You jerk," I state, hitting him on the arm.
"Hey!"
I rub it now and whisper to myself, "You are my Edward, Lex."
"Excuse me?"
Oh God, forgot about old eagle ears.
I watch him back away and sigh. "I'm sorry."
"I'm your Edward? Why?"
"Well, you did save me from the auto crash known as Lionel."
"True. And?"
"And you did keep your distance for a while to protect me."
He moves closer, taking my hand and looking into my hazel eyes---his own probing.
"And your eyes seem to seek entrance right into my soul."
"And?"
"That's about it."
He leans in, causing me to gasp when he starts to nuzzle the side of my neck.
"Lex, what are you doing?"
"Proving that I am a very romantic Edward," he growls.
"You don't drink animal blood, do you?" I ask, as he backs away.
He smirks, getting up. He takes my hand and I stand, looking at him, curiously.
"Well---no. But I have drained the blood out of people's faces---does that count?"
"Only if it's your fathers."
He chuckles and then touches my cheek and:
"Chloe---wake up."
I blink my eyes and see that I was fast asleep---dreaming this all. Lex had awoken me by touching my cheek instead it being a romantic gesture. .
I let out a defeated sigh and look into his blue concerned eyes.
"Nice dream?" he asks me.
I nod.
"I'm sorry I woke you then."
I feel the tears in my eyes and I let out a sob.
He kneels by me now..
"Dreaming about Jimmy?"
"Lex, Jimmy and I broke up a month ago."
"Oh? Why didn't I know that?"
"You had other things on your mind---like your brother."
He smirks. "Right---trying to save him from himself."
I nod.
He touches my arm. "Was it bad?"
"I caught him kissing somebody."
"He did what!" he growls.
"You heard me the first time."
He gets up and moves away from the couch.
"What a stupid, idiotic, dumb ass---completely moronic thing to do. I mean, the guy has the perfect woman before him---compassionate, witty, beautiful, daring, and delightful and he cheats on her. I wouldn't."
My eyes widen at the last part and I sit up. "Lex?"
"What?" he growls at me.
"Hey, back down, Tiger Boy."
He sighs. "What?" he says more softly.
I get up and sway a bit. "Oops."
I plop down and close my eyes.
"I think you need your medicine."
"Ya think!" I get out before I cough.
I lean back against the couch and sense him near me a few minutes later.
I open them and watch as he opens the bottle and pours the red liquid onto the spoon. He gestures I open my mouth, which I do, slurping down the medicine. As he backs away with the spoon, I slip my tongue out to catch a fallen drop and hear a gasp.
I glare at him. "Oh, please, don't tell me you find that seductive, Luthor."
He smirks at me, putting the bottle and spoon down. Then he moves closer, leaning in, whispering:
"Jimmy was stupid but I'm not."
I close my eyes, gasping for air.
"Chloe---are you all right---speak to me."
I sense his hand on my forehead. Then I feel it on my cheek----then at my wrists.
"I'm alive," I tell him.
I hear a chuckle from him and open my eyes.
"Even when sick---you have a sense of humor---I love that about you."
"You have to in this place---"
I stop talking and stare at him. He just smiles and nods.
"Yes, I said it----and I'm not taking it back."
"That you love my sense of humor?" I ask, leaning against him now, the medicine easing my throat.
"Yes."
"Just my sense of humor?"
"Maybe."
I back away, glaring at him. "Now who's the moron."
"Oh no, I am not like Jimmy. If you were mine, I would be so---gallant with you, you wouldn't even want to leave the mansion."
"I'd be a prisoner in your home---oh, that's really gallant."
He sighs. "I'm not getting this out right, am I?"
"I'm not sure if it's that or the fact that I'm sick. What are you trying to say, Luthor?"
He gets up and walks over to the tree---then he turns around.
"What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry that Jimmy hurt you---but I'm also happy that he's out of your life. He was never the right one for you---he's too---"
"Normal?"
He nods.
"Safe?"
He nods again.
"Boring?"
He walks over and sits beside me.
"And you are none of these things?"
"I hope not. But maybe I'm too much for you to handle."
I roll my eyes, which causes me to flop against the back of the couch.
"Chloe!" he yells.
"I'm okay---just should never roll eyes at boyfriend when sick, I guess."
"Yes, I guess---what did you say?"
I give him a chagrinned smile. "I stepped into the poop again, didn't I?"
He laughs. "Well, if you did---you came out smelling like a rose."
I lean against him again. "Lex?"
"Yes?"
"Are you happy with---?"
He backs away, kissing me softly and then pulls me back into his arms. "Of course I am happy with who you are---and who I am when I'm with you. I wouldn't have it any other way. You inspire me to be honest and trustworthy."
I laugh. "I inspire you to be a boy scout."
He laughs now and then backs away, looking down at me.
"Okay, I said it wrong. To quote something from a favorite movie of mine--you make me want to be a better man, Chloe. You always have---from the first moment I met you. I lost my way and you didn't like me that much for a while but I hope that's changed."
I smirk. "Oh, I don't like you, Luthor."
"Oh?"
"Nope---I love you."
There's no startled look---just a smile before he leans down, kissing me gently once more.
Yes, it's just another New Years Eve for so many out there. But this one---is not for either of us. For this one marks the next step to our relationship---one fraught with fun, danger, and excitement. But one we would never give up for a million dollars---or in his case, a billion dollars.
The End.
Title: "Just Another New Years Eve"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13
Category: Friendship, Chlex, Holiday Fic, Chloe's POV, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game up to season 6 on Smallville.
Summary: Chloe is sick on New Year's Eve.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, its characters, the characters from the book, Twilight, the title of a Barry Manilow song for the title of the story, a quote from As Good As It Gets, and New Years Eve, 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: At BAFsFF, BT2, Electricchlex, N.S. Forums, and SPP, for the time being. If anybody else wants it, all they have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: I want to thank Jay for looking this piece over. You are a great friend to do this. And this is for Esther too---for her great support. Enjoy.
"Just Another New Years Eve" - by PMD
The Sullivan Townhouse
"Ahhhhh choo!"
"Bless you," I hear as my father walks into the kitchen.
I sense his uneasiness with my condition and know my powers are intact, even when sick, with:
"Honey, you shouldn't be out of bed."
I turn around and sniffle.
"I was thirsty," I sigh.
He walks over to me and puts his hand on my forehead. "Slight temperature---but it's gone down."
I nod.
"Bored?"
I nod again.
"And thirsty?"
"That's what I said."
He frowns at me. "I'm so sorry I gave you the cold."
"It happens."
"Yes, I know but still---"
"Dad---the only person in this berg who doesn't get sick is Lex. And I think it's because germs are afraid of him."
"No, that would be Lionel."
I snort. "I stand corrected."
The bell chooses this time to ding dong and my father leaves the kitchen.
I take out my hanky and sneeze. Then I blow into it and hear:
"Now that was a honker."
I glance in the direction of the voice and sigh, putting the hanky on top of the washing machine.
Great----the guy I secretly love is seeing me at my worse. Not even Lana looks this bad when sick.
Stringy hair---pale complexion---runny nose---dry throat.
"No comeback?" the bald billionaire asks me.
I close my eyes, praying he's gone---that this is an illusion.
A few minutes later, I feel a hand on my forehead and then a slight kiss on it.
My eyes open to his deep blue ones---worried.
"Lex---why---?"
"My mother used to do that with me when I had allergy attacks. It was to make sure it was that and nothing more."
"Oh----ahhhhh choo!"
Oh great---now there's snot on his cheek. Just kill me now, God.
He's not angry though---just worried. He backs away and takes out his hanky, brushing it off his cheek.
"Gabe!"
Oh great; I sneeze into the man I have feelings for and now my father is about to lose his job.
He walks in. "Yes, Lex?"
"You go---I'm staying."
"What?" I ask, looking at both of them.
Lex smiles. "You didn't tell her about your date?"
"Date? Dad---you have a date?"
He sighs, nodding.
"But you were going to stay here?"
He nods.
"No you aren't," I state, putting my foot down and starting to sway.
Lex steadies me and whispers, "Don't help."
I nod.
Lex backs away and looks at my father. "Gabriel---it's been a while since you've had a date---go on. It's just another New Years Eve for me---but I want it to be special for you."
"But what about your party?" he asks him.
"Lucas can handle it---I think I'm needed here more."
My father looks at him, uncertain.
"Are you sure?"
Lex smirks at him. "I made sure that James had all the emergency numbers to call if there was a problem. But Lucas promised that he would be good."
"Are you sure?" I now ask.
He looks at me. "I know Lucas can be a handful at times but he was worried about you too, Chloe. Trust me---he'll be a good boy this year."
"And if not, a lump of coal in his stocking next year?" I quip.
He gives me a slight smile. "So, the verbal bug is back after all."
I chuckle, which turns into a cough. He helps me over to a chair and my father is there in an instant.
"Maybe---"
"No--Daddy---go---I'll be fine."
He sighs. "All right----but I'll leave the number where I'll be---just in case."
Lex nods his approval and then stares at him.
"Oh, right---go."
He smirks at my father and then watches as he kisses me on the forehead and then squeezes Lex's shoulder.
"Take care of my baby," he says, softly.
"I will," Lex replies, just as softly.
I must have done something right in my life to have two wonderful men like this in it. This might just be another New Years Eve for Lex---but for my father and myself, it's far from it.
~
An Hour Later - In Front Of The Christmas Tree
I hear a noise in the kitchen----dishes being taken down---coffee being made---and I'm sitting in the living room---banished from it. He insists I need my rest. But I'm suffering from cabin fever---that's another reason I headed to the kitchen---I needed to get out of my bedroom. It's like the walls were closing in.
Ah well, at least I'm allowed here---this is a bit better. Still:
"Lex----are you okay---need help?"
"No!"
I sigh. "Okay," I mumble to myself.
I hear footfalls and turn to look at him walking out of the kitchen.
"You need to rest."
"I hate resting."
He walks over and sits beside me, feeling my forehead. Then he touches my throat to feel my pulse. It tickles and I laugh.
"What?" he asks, backing away.
"Now I know how Bella feels when Edward nuzzles her."
He's curious now. "Bella and Edward---new internet friends, Chloe?"
"You don't know who Bella and Edward are?"
"Not really."
"Oh please---the person who lives in weirdness central has never read Twilight?"
"My tastes lend towards non-fiction."
"Oh my God---you are just so underprivileged when it comes to reading."
He grins at me and I sigh. "You have read it."
He nods.
"You jerk," I state, hitting him on the arm.
"Hey!"
I rub it now and whisper to myself, "You are my Edward, Lex."
"Excuse me?"
Oh God, forgot about old eagle ears.
I watch him back away and sigh. "I'm sorry."
"I'm your Edward? Why?"
"Well, you did save me from the auto crash known as Lionel."
"True. And?"
"And you did keep your distance for a while to protect me."
He moves closer, taking my hand and looking into my hazel eyes---his own probing.
"And your eyes seem to seek entrance right into my soul."
"And?"
"That's about it."
He leans in, causing me to gasp when he starts to nuzzle the side of my neck.
"Lex, what are you doing?"
"Proving that I am a very romantic Edward," he growls.
"You don't drink animal blood, do you?" I ask, as he backs away.
He smirks, getting up. He takes my hand and I stand, looking at him, curiously.
"Well---no. But I have drained the blood out of people's faces---does that count?"
"Only if it's your fathers."
He chuckles and then touches my cheek and:
"Chloe---wake up."
I blink my eyes and see that I was fast asleep---dreaming this all. Lex had awoken me by touching my cheek instead it being a romantic gesture. .
I let out a defeated sigh and look into his blue concerned eyes.
"Nice dream?" he asks me.
I nod.
"I'm sorry I woke you then."
I feel the tears in my eyes and I let out a sob.
He kneels by me now..
"Dreaming about Jimmy?"
"Lex, Jimmy and I broke up a month ago."
"Oh? Why didn't I know that?"
"You had other things on your mind---like your brother."
He smirks. "Right---trying to save him from himself."
I nod.
He touches my arm. "Was it bad?"
"I caught him kissing somebody."
"He did what!" he growls.
"You heard me the first time."
He gets up and moves away from the couch.
"What a stupid, idiotic, dumb ass---completely moronic thing to do. I mean, the guy has the perfect woman before him---compassionate, witty, beautiful, daring, and delightful and he cheats on her. I wouldn't."
My eyes widen at the last part and I sit up. "Lex?"
"What?" he growls at me.
"Hey, back down, Tiger Boy."
He sighs. "What?" he says more softly.
I get up and sway a bit. "Oops."
I plop down and close my eyes.
"I think you need your medicine."
"Ya think!" I get out before I cough.
I lean back against the couch and sense him near me a few minutes later.
I open them and watch as he opens the bottle and pours the red liquid onto the spoon. He gestures I open my mouth, which I do, slurping down the medicine. As he backs away with the spoon, I slip my tongue out to catch a fallen drop and hear a gasp.
I glare at him. "Oh, please, don't tell me you find that seductive, Luthor."
He smirks at me, putting the bottle and spoon down. Then he moves closer, leaning in, whispering:
"Jimmy was stupid but I'm not."
I close my eyes, gasping for air.
"Chloe---are you all right---speak to me."
I sense his hand on my forehead. Then I feel it on my cheek----then at my wrists.
"I'm alive," I tell him.
I hear a chuckle from him and open my eyes.
"Even when sick---you have a sense of humor---I love that about you."
"You have to in this place---"
I stop talking and stare at him. He just smiles and nods.
"Yes, I said it----and I'm not taking it back."
"That you love my sense of humor?" I ask, leaning against him now, the medicine easing my throat.
"Yes."
"Just my sense of humor?"
"Maybe."
I back away, glaring at him. "Now who's the moron."
"Oh no, I am not like Jimmy. If you were mine, I would be so---gallant with you, you wouldn't even want to leave the mansion."
"I'd be a prisoner in your home---oh, that's really gallant."
He sighs. "I'm not getting this out right, am I?"
"I'm not sure if it's that or the fact that I'm sick. What are you trying to say, Luthor?"
He gets up and walks over to the tree---then he turns around.
"What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry that Jimmy hurt you---but I'm also happy that he's out of your life. He was never the right one for you---he's too---"
"Normal?"
He nods.
"Safe?"
He nods again.
"Boring?"
He walks over and sits beside me.
"And you are none of these things?"
"I hope not. But maybe I'm too much for you to handle."
I roll my eyes, which causes me to flop against the back of the couch.
"Chloe!" he yells.
"I'm okay---just should never roll eyes at boyfriend when sick, I guess."
"Yes, I guess---what did you say?"
I give him a chagrinned smile. "I stepped into the poop again, didn't I?"
He laughs. "Well, if you did---you came out smelling like a rose."
I lean against him again. "Lex?"
"Yes?"
"Are you happy with---?"
He backs away, kissing me softly and then pulls me back into his arms. "Of course I am happy with who you are---and who I am when I'm with you. I wouldn't have it any other way. You inspire me to be honest and trustworthy."
I laugh. "I inspire you to be a boy scout."
He laughs now and then backs away, looking down at me.
"Okay, I said it wrong. To quote something from a favorite movie of mine--you make me want to be a better man, Chloe. You always have---from the first moment I met you. I lost my way and you didn't like me that much for a while but I hope that's changed."
I smirk. "Oh, I don't like you, Luthor."
"Oh?"
"Nope---I love you."
There's no startled look---just a smile before he leans down, kissing me gently once more.
Yes, it's just another New Years Eve for so many out there. But this one---is not for either of us. For this one marks the next step to our relationship---one fraught with fun, danger, and excitement. But one we would never give up for a million dollars---or in his case, a billion dollars.
The End.