Title: Nurse Chloe- Challenge Fic
Author: Blaire
Rating: PG13 for language
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own a darn thing with this
fic. don't sue, I just like to play with the
character's minds...and on occasion a few body
parts....;)
Part 1 of 1
Chloe pulled up in front of the Luthor manor at
exactly 2 pm. She grinned at her reflection in the
rearview mirror. "Punctual as always, Sullivan." She
spoke to herself frequently and today was no
different. Her and Clark were supposed to be
combining forces today to get an interview with one
Alexander Luthor done. "Hi, Lex." she practiced.
"Mr. Luthor." She sighed. 'This isn't going to go
well.'
After Clark bailed on her she threw a fit, or rather a
rant, a special Chloe rant just for him, and then
disowned him as a reporter. So he had chores. What's
a few bales of hay compared to spending the afternoon
with a few good friends, even if the two in question
aren't friends at all. She let loose her hair from
the clip holding part of her hair back. She shook her
hair about her face as she knocked on the door.
Almost immediately the door swung open and Lionel
turned to run right into her. "Thank god!" he
sneered, "You must be the nurse. He's on the second
floor, follow the bitching down the hall and you'll
find him." he breezed past her leaving the door open.
She watched in amazement as he stepped into a limo
and the driver whisked him away. She grinned a
little. "Bitchin---" her train of thought was cut
off when she heard a curse word float through the high
ceiling of the mansion. A tiny curl of her lips and
she shut the door behind her. Hoping for the
interview to go better this time, she smiled as she
saw the nurses bag at the foot of the stairs. She
opened it and her ears perked as yet another round of
cursing, highly amusing curse words echoed throughout
once more. A light chuckle lifted from her throat and
she slung the stethoscope around her neck, and tucked
the reflex tester in her pocket. She closed the bag
tight and started up the stairs, her purse slung over
her shoulder and the nurses kit in her free hand, the
other running up the banister.
As she reached the top of the stairs she faked a
jamaican accent just for the hell of it. Her best
Miss Cleo impression rang through the halls. "Mista
Lutha, me tinks you need some tlc." She listened as
something hit a wall. Grinning she jogged down the
hallway, the runners over the stone floors absorbing
her footsteps. She knocked and winced as something
flew at the door.
"Nah, nah, mista Lutha, tis da nurse." She heard him
mutter something uninteligible and cracked the door
open. She didn't have to peek her head in to see the
mess around the room, but she did. His back was
turned to her and he stared at the fireplace. She
swung the door open hard and let the knob hit the wall
behind it.
"What the---Chloe?" He squinted his eyes at her and
she let a bright smile wash over her. "But where's
the..."
"Nurse?" She grinned and held the black bag out in
front of her and toyed with the stethoscope. "Nurse
Chloe, here for your pleasure...I mean...no
wait...shit..." She put her head in her hands
dropping the bag to the floor. "Nevermind." She
sighed and perked up again. "So about our interview."
Lex was just staring at her, he found amusement in the
flitting of a hundred and one emotions crossing her
face at once. "I'm not really up for it at the
moment, mind if I take a raincheck?" She nodded and
her smile wavered before remembering how she'd been
let into his home.
"Comfy little place, ya got here, Lex." Lex arched an
eyebrow. He didn't seem to move at all, which is
weird considering how he always greeted her. She had
expected him to act no differently tonight. "So why
the nurse thing? A little kinky roleplaying?" She
tilted her head and shifted from one foot to another
lifting her eyebrows. He erupted with laughter and
she winked at him. "No, but really." She moved over
to the fire taking a seat beside him on the couch.
His lap was covered by a blanket. She narrowed her
eyes suspiciously.
"Care to elaborate what's going on down there?" She
motioned with her hands to his lap.
He smirked and shook his head. "Are you sure you want
to know?"
"Hell yes...I mean, ummm, yeah...course." She said
the last word with a bit too much sweetness and
cringed at the sound of her voice. "So what's up with
your crotch?"
Lex shot her a warning look. "Fine...lap." She
corrected herself.
"I was cold." Chloe looked at him in disbelief and
then something sparkled in her eyes before she started
laughing uncontrollably.
"You were cold?" She asked with a huge grin as it
subsided. "You---were---cold?" Reiterating each
syllable as she said those words.
He nodded and rolled his eyes. "Hence the fire."
She looked over at the fire, then back at him. "Cut
the shit, what's really going on?" He sighed and ran
a hand over his head to the back of his neck.
"I...."
Chloe cupped a hand to her ear. "I'm sorry, what?
What was that?"
"I sprained my ankle!" He growled and she let a smile
sweep over her face.
"I heard you the first time." She admitted and tried
to ignore the narrowing of his eyes. "Just thought
I'd like to hear you admit you hurt yourself again.
Sometimes things are best on their second time
around." She moved over to sit on the coffee table in
front of him. She pulled back the blanket and saw the
bare foot resting on an ottoman.
"Lex, that is not a sprain...god, that's not even a
foot." Her eyes widened in horror. Lex threw back
the blanket and much to Chloe's surprise he had been
trying to hide the fact that he had on sweatpants.
She grinned and bit her lower lip.
"That is my foot." He debated.
"I know. It just resembles a rotten grapefruit.
Although I must say the purple bruises match your
sweats." She stifled a wave of laughter by coughing
and he leaned forward.
"Sweatpants are perfectly acceptable." He narrowed
his eyes at her.
She leaned back a little way away from him. "Down
boy!" She grinned and gently leaned forward her hands
lifted his left foot by his heel and placed it in her
lap. He attempted to pull it away but gave up and she
tightened her grip on it. "Just let me look at it,
jeesh. You know, I did some candystriping last summer
at Metropolis General."
"I thought you interned for the Planet." Lex frowned.
He was sure of it, he had landed her the last spot
open.
"Oh, I did, but I also volunteered for the hospital, I
got to work with the babies. Much like I am now."
She smiled cheerfully as her words bubbled out from
his wince when she gently pressed on the raised
tissue.
"Well doc, what do you suppose it is." She ruffled
through the bag next to her on the table and pulled
out a tiny lighted magnifying glass. She pointed it
at his ankle.
"I suppose it could be an ear infection, or woah!
Hey, it's a foot." She said as she bounced its weight
on her knee. Lex chuckled at her asinine comments,
"But you're right it's sprained." Lex pursed his lips
together.
"So what do I do besides stay off of it?" He asked
more to himself than to her. She dug through the bag
and took out a bottle of pills. "Take two of these,
keep your foot elevated, and I'll wrap it after it
soaks."
"Soaks?"
"Soaking the sprain in cold water will help the
swelling go down, since obviously you haven't put any
ice on it or anything else of the sort." Lex shook
his head.
"I couldn't make it to the icemaker." Lex shrugged.
"Butler?"
"Off for the night."
"Dad?"
"Gone for the night, thank god."
"Can I ask how you did it?"
"Did what? get rid of my father and butler for the
night?"
"No, dummy, sprain your ankle this bad."
"No you may not."
She crossed her arms in front of her. "Fine, where's
the bathroom?"
"I'm not letting a reporter check out my medicine
cabinet."
Chloe's eyes shimmered. "Ooh, I didn't even think
about that."
She walked over to the bar and grabbed an Ice bucket,
then headed to the bathroom to get some cold water.
Upon her arrival back to his study she saw his eyes
closed and instead of leaving him alone she grabbed a
dishtowel and dipped it into the water. She sat down
across from him once more and wrung out the cloth, she
patted it against his tender flesh. He winced and she
looked up at his clear blue eyes staring back at her.
"Why are you doing this?" Lex said, his tone
exasperated.
"Playing nurse with you?" She shrugged at his nod.
"I guess it's just always been a fantasy of mine."
She looked up to see his eyes fixed intently on her
and then a wry grin spread across his lips. "Not like
that."
He shrugged. "Couldn't hurt to try." Chloe smiled at
his comment.
"I only meant it's been somewhat of a fantasy for me
to take care of someone. After my mom left me, my dad
jumped right in, I was only five, but still, he never
let me take care of him like I wanted to. He still
does the father hen thing."
"Father Hen?" Lex seemed to ponder this.
"Nevermind." She dropped the cloth into the bucket
and stood to leave. "Good night." She walked towards
the door leaving Lex's mouth hanging open.
"Chloe----wait!" She turned back around slowly.
"What?" her voice tired and weary.
"I'm sorry, for playing it down like that. I know
what you mean. He's Mr Mom."
Chloe stared at the back of his head for a few seconds
before going back over to him. She started brushing
his bruised ankle lightly with the cold dishcloth.
Chloe remained perfectly quiet. "I was teaching
myself how to pogo."
Chloe's eyes shot up at him in confusion, her brows
closed in on eachother. "Excuse me?"
Lex closed his eyes breifly then open them and waved
one hand over to the far corner of the room. There
was a pogo stick standing up in the corner. Chloe
raised her eyebrows and looked at Lex. "You're
kidding right?"
He shook his head and looked at her hunched over
figure, she was thrown into fits of laughter.
Something about this powerful sexy bald rich man
sitting across from her on a pogo stick was too much
to even picture. "Oh, Lex, I'm sorry, it's just that
you let it get the best of you." She suppressed a
giggle he leaned forward, his nose barely touching
hers.
"Maybe after I'm healed properly you cane instruct me
of such matters of pogo sticking it."
Chloe smiled brightly and grabbed his cheeks, she
pressed a kiss to his forhead. When she let go she
noticed the somewhat shocked yet amused face he held,
she was hoping for something better than that. "You,
my dear, are insane. But whatever that pretty little
mind of yours has in store for that pogo stick, let it
go. Just try again. You'll do better."
Lex nodded once and watched as she moved to sit beside
him on the couch. "Lex..."
"Huh?" He was staring at the ceiling.
"Do you miss your mom?" She whispered. Lex knew
where this was going and he put an arm over her
shoulder.
"Every day."
"Me too." She rested her head closer to him.
"Thank you, Chloe."
She turned and looked at Lex, her eyes on the same
level as his lips and she thought of a million
different reasons as to why she shouldn't take that
sexy little scar on his top lip into her mouth and
nibble on it. "Chloe?"
"Huh?" She shook her head a little. "Ummm, what?"
Her eyes met his this time.
"Do it."
She understood completely and did just as she'd
imagined, kissing those lips, playfully nibbling on
that scar. Lex moaned and pulled back. He smiled
down at her. "You have a fascination with the scar on
my lip?"
Chloe grinned. "Well, I wasn't around when it
happened to make it all better, so I figured I'd start
now."
Lex kissed her softly on the lips. "Sounds like a
plan, Nurse Chloe."
"Jah, mahn." She replied and leaned in to kiss his
boo boo better, starting with the one on his lip.
The END!
VOILA!
Blaire
Challenges for fic:
1>injured!Lex/comforting!Chloe
2>short PG13 fic
3>Words...TLC...Pogo...Crotch (all were donated by
Mike)
So there ya go...for anyone who challenged me or has
hurt themselves lately. Hope everyone likes it.
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