Title: Cliff's Edge*I don't like the title, so if you have a better one, let me know.*
Author: Blaire
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Unless you count a mold replica of certain body parts.
Archival: Anywhere you want.
Summary: Chloe gets in a tight spot, can Lex help her out of it?
Prologue:
Chloe's nails dug into the hard rock edge of the cliff, her feet dangled dangerously below her. A thin streak of sweat escaped her hairline and trailed down past her eyebrow, leaving a dark line down her cheek. Her eyes burned from the mix of sweat, dirt, and the glare of the sun. Whimpering as she shifted she rubbed the side of her face against the arm of her sleeve.Another drop of sweat trickled off her nose.
Swinging her feet she felt the strap of her bag catch on a jagged point. Twisting her body this way and that, trying to free herself it caught further. With a groan and as much confidence as she could muster up she let her left hand slip from rock it had claimed purchase to. Letting her arm drop back to her side she let her bag fall. Intent on listening to see how long a fall it was, exactly, she held her breath. With a thud her purse landed and Chloe twisted to see where. A small ledge jutted out from the side of the cliff.
With stark encouragement she shifted ruthlessly until her foot caught in a crack in the cliff. With a yelp of fury and pain she yanked it free and screamed as her other hand slipped. With a hard smack she landed on her back. rolling over, her head hung off the small strip of flat rock. Overlooking the edge of the cliff she saw the endless space below. With a startled grunt she shifted her weight and rolled the other way until she was in the shade. Looking up she saw the inside of a small cave. Or what appeared to be one. Pushing herself off her bruised hands she sat up and her head nearly collided with a sharp rock.
Grunting she maneuvered herself enough to reach her bag and pull it inside the small cove with her. Reaching inside it she pulled out her cellphone and frantically raced her fingers over the 9 and 1's. A crackle came to life before she heard a dial tone. "No." She held the phone out away from her and screamed at it. "God dammit!" Crawling a little further out until sunlight warmed her again she held her phone out and waited for it to roam. And roam. And roam. With a cry of defeat Chloe almost gave into the urge to throw it over. "God damn, piece of shit, Nokia." She screamed at it and tossed it back into her bag.
Crawling back into the cave she rubbed at her sore ankle. Dumping the contents of her bag out onto the dirt rock floor she shuffled through it. A pack of gum, her worthless cellphone, her wallet, like that would do any good. A pack of mentos, a granola bar, a bag of coffee beans in case of emergency. She sneered at that thought. A crossword puzzle, a pen, and one flare. Thank god her dad was adamant about things like her car breaking down. And thank god she had been forgetful enough not to take it out of her purse and put it in her trunk as he'd told her to do.
With a sigh she started packing things back up and kicked off her shoes to assess the damage of her sprained ankle. With the comfort of her fingers dancing lightly over the swelling that began to show, she reflected on her day. It had started early that morning when Clark had backed out on yet another excursion. Pete had asked him for some help with Math. Lana was working today. And well, that was all of her friends. Pathetic. She thought as she dug in her bag for a damn piece of gum. Fucking pathetic that she didn't know anyone else enough to call them a friend.
And since when were there cliffs in Smallville? She argued with herself. She had simply been walking through the woods, taking pictures of the meteor rocks around the area. She was going to do an expose on them. It sounded trifle enough. But fact was that she had seen other meteor rocks. And the only ones that were green, and not to mention the red ones. Had been from the meteor shower in Smallville. So she had wanted to make a map of Smallville and outline the areas of which were littered in masses of these rocks. Chloe chomped on the gum and rolled her eyes. And it just figured as soon as she had mentioned to Clark where she was headed, he had to remind her that LuthorCorp owned the land. Well no shit. What part of Smallville didn't the Luthor's own? It was a rhetorical question. Everyone would have known that. Shit, even Lex had bought the Kent'sfarm in the auction. He had the deed placed in the Kent'sname. But it was his money that had bought it.
And her house. Was it not on LuthorCorp land that the townhouses lay? Well of course it was. With a grunt and her head rolling from side to side, she tried to work out the kinks in her neck. She didn't even have a god damn flashlight. Who went out near nightfall without a flashlight? Obviously it was her. Well, she'd just have to wait. With a groan, Chloe thumped her head back against the stone wall.
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