I never saw the eppy but from what I garnered from a friend tonight, this came out. Hope it looks right---would love to know. Enjoy
Title: Post Episodic For Spirit - "A Queen Without A King"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13/T
Category: Chlex, post episodic, songfic, Chloe's POV, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game but especially Spirit for Smallville.
Summary: Chloe thought she was a Queen without a King---she was wrong.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, its characters, Monty Hall, any famous sayings, and the song lyrics to I'll Be, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this story, so don't sue me.
Archive: At BtS, BT2, Electricchlex, MD, N.S. Forums, SPP, WBFFZ, and Malus site. If anybody else wants it, all they have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: And once more I do a piece for an episode that I never saw. This is dedicated to all the Chlexers out there who have inspired all by writing, reading, and just chatting about it. And a special thanks to Rick and his help with the questions I asked. Enjoy.
Post Episodic For Spirit - "A Queen Without A King" - by PMD
Prologue: I never expected to be Prom Queen. And although it was oddly nice, what wasn't was I had no date---there was a Queen without a King. And that made me sad.
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Chloe's Bedroom
I left the prom shortly after being made Prom Queen. What's the use---there was nobody to dance with? This must be the first year where the King and Queen didn't dance and of course, oddity of Smallville, me, initiated it. Hopefully it won't be repeated next year.
I put my prom dress away---the black and pink an odd combination for me. It's like I was channeling Lex and Lana at the same time---ewww---that sounded really nasty?
I feel my stomach lurch, unsure if it's because I didn't eat anything, because of being inhabited by a spirit, or maybe the idea of Lana and Lex, as a combo. Ewwww---yeah, I'll take door number 3, Monty.
I let out a sigh, my inner dream being remembered once more. I know it was stupid to wish that Lex could have been there---been my King---but really, are proms his style. Has he ever been to a prom, period? Probably not---still, I could picture it.
I'm standing on the podium, accepting my crown. The MC asks who's the king to my queen and the crowd parts. I watch as he strolls up to the steps and takes them two at a time. He comes closer, taking my hand.
He whispers, 'I'll be, if she'll have me.'
I nod and the crown is placed on his head. Then he leans in and kisses me, gently. He backs away and leads me to the dance floor---the music of 'I'll Be' swelling and we sway to the music.
A knock at the front door drives away the dream once more. Who the heck could it be? Clark---I don't think so. Lana---nawwww. Lois, why? Lex---sure Chloe, like you would be that lucky.
I put on my slippers and grab my dressing gown. I make my way downstairs and open the door.
He gives me a once up and down and then a smirk. Then the first volley:
"Nice prom dress."
I raise an eyebrow---yeah, I'm lucky and yet, unlucky. Why couldn't I have been wearing my prom dress when Lex came knocking on the door? Wait---why is he here?
"Why are you here, Luthor? To make my life more miserable tonight?"
His smirk turns into a sympathetic smile. Oh no---I can handle his indifference during this senior year; even him trying to kill me and not apologizing. But not this.
"Go away!"
"What?" he asks, taken aback.
"I don't need your charity or sympathy, Luthor. Just leave me alone."
I'm about to close the door when he puts his foot in the way. I glare at it and then him.
"Listen, Sullivan, against my better judgement, I came to see if you were okay. Clark and Lana were worried about you."
"Yeah, right, whatever. They were so lost in themselves, they didn't even see me leave, I bet."
"Could I please come in to finish this conversation."
I let out a sigh. "All right but you only have a few minutes. I've got a sad movie marathon to start."
He walks in and I close the door behind him. Then he turns around and offers his hand to me. I glance at it and then him.
"I won't bite, unless you want me too."
I give him a wiry grin. "Really? My father would be so happy to see a bite mark from Lex Luthor on my neck---he'd be so proud you bestowed one on me."
He gives me a small chuckle and I have to smile, despite myself. I take his hand, warm and inviting to the touch, and we walk into the living room, settling on the couch.
He pulls me closer, whispering, "Bad night?"
"You think."
"Having no date sucks."
"How'd you---oh forget it. Clark probably told you. Yeah it is but even worse is having no date when you are the Prom Queen."
"Wish I were there to be your King."
I pull back and glance up at him. "Really?"
"Well---"
"I thought so," I sigh out.
Then I feel the tears and have to get up, walking to the entrance to the kitchen.
"Want some coffee, Lex?" I ask, my voice drunk with emotion.
He gets up and is by my side, in seconds, pulling me into his arms.
"I'm sorry I hurt you all these months, Chloe. I'm sorry I didn't come to offer my apologies for trying to kill you. I'm sorry I made light of your situation tonight. I'm just so sorry that every time I'm around you, I seem to hurt you more."
"You know why?" I ask him.
He backs away, his head tilted, like a dog questioning me silently.
"Because you don't love me."
I back away from him further, about to walk into the kitchen. But I'm stopped by his hand. I turn to look up at him, his look full of wonder and amazement. And then a lightness I've never seen before.
"Now who ever said I didn't love you?"
Now I'm blown away. "What? But you---?"
He stops my words by leaning down and kissing me, thoroughly and extensively, to the point when I start to moan and think, this must be a dream---this really isn't happening to me? I'm on drugs, still with the spirit, or maybe the witch is playing with me right now?
As I back away, I do the only thing I know to find out if it's true---I pinch him.
"What the---if that's the reaction I'll be getting from you from now on, no more kisses, Chlo."
I give him a full blow, patented Chloe smile. "You always hurt the one you love."
He gives me a smile I haven't seen for a long time. Then he takes my hand and leads me towards the middle of the living room. He leaves me there and goes to the CD player, checking the CD's until he finds the one he wants and puts it into it. Then he presses the button and the music swells.
He comes back and takes me into his arms. "Now, the queen is with her king and the dance you missed is about to begin---may it be a part of us forever, this song and our love for each other."
I silently pray that this happens too, as we sway to the song and the lyrics fill the air:
"The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that
Hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive, not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that
Hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out, burned up
Fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on
Remembered the things that you said
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Greatest fan of your life"
I let out a sigh, as the song ends. I feel his eyes on me and I look up.
"My father is gone for the weekend," I state, knowing he can read between the lines.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't."
He smiles a little boy smile and kisses me gently.
After we turn off the CD player and head towards the door, I speak once more:
"Want to see my prom dress when we're up there?"
"Nothing could be more beautiful that what you are wearing right now, Chlo."
I stop at the bottom of the stairs and look up at him. "What? Why?"
"Because you told me you cared for me, in them."
The End.
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