Title: All That Was Forgotten

Author: Blaire

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own nothing, don't sue!

A/N: Lex's electroshock therapy erases the time he spent with Chloe.

Prologue:

Chloe's head turned to the doorway, following Clark's glance as the bell above the double glass doors chimed. Lex Luthor, immaculate in his masculinity strolled toward the counter where Lana stood and proceeded to order his usual.

Chloe's frown wasn't masked quickly enough as she looked back down at the article she was editting for Clark. Clark noticed the frown of her lips and looked back over his shoulder toward Lex and Lana. When he turned back around he watched Pete come into the Talon and saunter up to the table, squeezing in between Chloe and the pillar at the end of the booth seat.

"Man, Clark, if you just ran a spellcheck, Chloe wouldn't have to spend her free time going over every single sentence with a fine-tooth comb."

Clark blushed and ducked his head, his eyes looking at Chloe under heavy lashes. "I know." He admitted sheepishly. But he actually liked that Chloe took the time out of her days, which had become busier and busier, to go over something so inane with him.

Chloe smiled over at Pete and clicked the document shut after saving it onto the floppy disk Clark had handed her just minutes earlier. "Actually, I don't mind." She sighed and passed the disk over to Clark, making sure she had her own copy of it on her harddrive. "Atleast this way I know he's doing his work and not just blowing off these assignments."

Clark looked back over his shoulder as Lana laughed at something Lex said. "I think I'm going to get a refill..." He stood up not waiting for anyone to comment and Chloe waved her hand toward his empty seat.

"And he's off..." She said jokingly and closed down her laptop.

She was aware of eyes watching her and when she raised her head enough to look up at the counter from the corner of her eye she noticed Lex staring back at her. Just as quickly he turned and smiled at something Clark said, then excused himself.

On his way past their table he seemed to slow down just a bit and hesitate whether or not to pass them by.

Decided against being subjected to Mr. Ross' eye-rolls and lude comments he walked past. And wondered why there was a heaviness settling in the pit of his stomach.