Title: Prey for Chloe
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: Beginning of Season 4 up to and including “Scare”. A bit of creative license will be taken with Chloe’s mother.
Setting: After the toxic explosion in “Scare” and revealing the truth about her mother to Clark, Chloe leaves Smallville for a month to parts unknown. She returns a much changed woman and sparks Lex’s interest.
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(Lex and Chloe have a date night. Gabe gets suspicious. Lana gets a shock.)
Chapter 13
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Chloe was once again drowning in a sea of red marks as she corrected the latest batch of stories handed in to her. She cringed at the number of entertainment stories that explored the minute details of who dated who or who was nominated for what in comparison to the news stories she’d asked some of the junior reporters to cover. One story she’d requested was an analysis of a married couple currently attempting to have the book, Catcher in the Rye stricken from their son’s high school curriculum. The story explored the necessity of placing so much importance on sports in high school.
It’s like dealing with a group of zoo monkeys!
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Right at the moment she thought she couldn’t take anything else, in walked Clark. She remembered that she still had to give him an answer regarding the winter formal.
“Got the story.”
“Wonderful. Steroid abuse in major baseball. I’ll look it over as soon as I finish tearing my hair out with this bunch.”
“And I was hoping for….an answer?”
She looked up and him and bit her lip. “Let’s take a walk, Clark.”
Seated on the bleachers, she took a breath before saying anything. He noticed her nervousness and put his hand on her shoulder.
“Is anything wrong?”
“No, Clark, “she said, “but I have something I need to say to you and I’m playing it in my head so I don’t utterly screw it up.”
“What is it?”
“For the longest time, all I wanted was to have you look at me…….consider me as more than your friend.”
“I know, and I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize that I do.”
“Clark, that’s changed for me. I do still like you, but only as a friend. I’m sorry, but there’s no other way of putting it.”
He looked taken aback. This was obviously not what he was expecting to hear from her.
“I can’t say that I blame you,” he acknowledged, “and thanks for being honest with me. It’s more than I deserve, I know.”
“I’m sorry, Clark. I don’t know what else to say.”
“There really isn’t anything else, is there? I should get going.”
“Yeah, I understand. I’ll see you.”
“See ya.”
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
'cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worst
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know
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“Dad,” Chloe called out, “it’s me. Are you home?”
She reviewed her mail noticing an small package addressed to her. When she opened it up, she found a Nina Simone CD with a single word written on the plastic wrap in black marker – ‘Friday’. Chloe smiled as she went up to her room, checking her voicemail messages.
Her dad had left a message for her. Gabe was taking a training course in system diagnostics just outside of Metropolis, and his class was running late. Just as she finished deleting that message, she got a call.
“Chloe, it’s me,” chirped Lana’s happy voice. “You’ll never guess what happened.”
“What?”
“Clark asked me to go to the Winter Formal,” she replied.
Ever since Lana and Jason had broken up, she’d made it no secret that she hoped Clark would make a move on her. Not that Lana would actually be upfront and honest with him. It annoyed Chloe to no end that Lana simply waited around for a guy to chose her.
“That’s great, Lana.”
“Thanks. Are you going?”
Yep, folks, that’s me the afterthought.
“I doubt it,” Chloe answered, “I’ve got too much work with the Torch and preparing for college. Dances really don’t work out for me, as you know.”
“I’m sorry, Chloe,” she said, “but I will miss having you there. It’s our last Winter Formal.”
“It’s OK,” she said, shaking her head,” there’s always Prom torture.”
“You’re impossible. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later.”
“You got it.”
Not a question or inquiry about me. Typical.
She dialed Lex’s cell phone and got him on the third ring. “I’m calling to schedule your appointment, Mr. Luthor.”
“I see you got the CD,” he said.
“In today’s mail. I can’t wait to dance for you again.”
“Neither can I.”
“9:00pm at the Sheik?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you there.”
“You won’t be able to miss me,” she added mysteriously, hanging up the phone.
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“Dad,” she said, whistling for dramatic effect, “hubba, hubba. Are you ‘studying’ again tonight?”
“Where’d you get such a smart mouth?”
“I wonder,” she said, “but don’t change the subject. Where are you headed? You realize you’re about to head outside on a Friday?”
“As it happens, I have a date.”
“Gabe, Gabe,” she said, “First school, and now dating? Do I have to impose a curfew on you?”
“I gave you one. Look how well that’s worked out.”
“Ouch. Good one, though.”
He grabbed his keys off the entry table and prepared to leave. “So where are you headed?”
“Out, but not until later.”
“Chloe, be honest with me. Are you seeing someone?”
“Possibly.”
“Now, what the hell does that mean?”
“It means I see some people. I’m dating, Dad, but no one exclusively.”
“It’s not the girl thing again, is it?”
“Very enlightened of you, Dad. I keep my options open.”
“Chloe, I swear. Why won’t you be straight with me?”
“Dad,” she said cautiously, “let’s just leave it alone. I’m not doing anything risky….not getting drunk or stoned and I’m not knocked up.”
“This conversation isn’t over.”
Don’t I know it.
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Many eyes took in the redhead, decked out all in black as she entered the Sheik that night. Chloe had dyed her hair a deeper auburn and was dressed in very low rise black pants. She complimented the dangerously low pants with a black button down satin top that she wore unbuttoned to the waist. Her eyes were dusted with gold and emerald eye shadow and her lips had a simple pink sheer gloss. Chloe was out to kill.
She met him upstairs at the tented table he’d reserved under an assumed name. The moment he took in her outfit, he smiled.
“Making a fashion statement?” he said, looking her over from head to toe, but concentrating on the mid-breast area.
“Just keeping myself and my man happy,” she answered, “any complaints?”
“Perish the thought,” he said, kissing her cheek while slipping a hand inside her shirt, tweaking her nipple. Chloe squealed with delight.
“Randy, aren’t you?”
“Just a routine underwear check.”
“Satisfied?”
“I will be soon enough. Come here.”
Bringing her onto his lap, Lex kissed her tenderly, cupping her face in his hands as his face moved in rhythm to hers. Chloe grasped his head, intensifying their kiss, as his hand trailed down her back.
At that precise moment, the sight of Chloe and Lex entwined interrupted Clark’s date with Lana. A pair of stricken eyes greeted Chloe when she broke their kiss.
“Lex, I believe we have some company.”
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Music Credit
“Down With the Sickness”, vocals - Disturbed
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