Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville. Sad, I know.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a Smallville fanfiction even though I've been reading quite a lot Smallville fanfic. I love Smallville and I am fascinated with Chloe's character.
I was a Chlark shipper once before I decided Clark Kent wasn't worth the wait. Then, I turned to Chlollie before I finally converted into a Chlex shipper. So, here I am. Instead of studying for my exam tomorrow, I am writing this. Here goes nothing…
One: When It All Falls Apart
To my best friend, Cora…
For converting me into a Chlex shipper…
Stupid, stupid, stupid….
Chloe Sullivan muttered to herself as she wiped the tears falling down her flushed red cheeks.
She heard footsteps following her from behind and she quickened her pace.
"Chloe!" She heard him called out her name.
She ignored him, much to his annoyance. He jogged after her and grabbed her by her arm before he pulled her into his embrace.
She struggled to release herself. "Let go of me!" She shrieked and caught the attention of a few passerbies.
He placed a hand on her head while his other hand ran up and down her back to soothe her.
That's it.
She stepped on his foot as hard as she could and found herself free of his hold.
"Stay away from me." She said in a firm tone before she left him.
He knows best and stayed behind. Another blonde came out running of the building behind him and looked at him.
"Jimmy…" She murmured as she wrapped her hands around his arm.
He pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. "Let's go back in, Kara." He said, casting a last look at the retreating figure of the other blonde.
And the couple walked back in.
--
Chloe Sullivan is not having a good day. Not a good day at all.
That morning, when she bursted into her boyfriend's apartment room with breakfast in hand, she caught him in bed with Clark's extra-terrestrial cousin.
When she finally got to the Daily Planet, her editor had forced her; he actually dragged her out of the building, to attend a press conference at LexCorp.
Bullshit!
She cursed under her breath as she took a flute of champagne from a waiter who passed her. She finished it in a gulp and bared her teeth as the hot liquid traveled down her throat.
She glanced at her watch. She really wished she was somewhere else. She needed to talk with someone. Lois, Lana, Clark perhaps… Whoever.
"Sullivan." A familiar voice greeted her from behind and her grip on her glass tightened.
Gee, thank you Lord. When she said 'whoever', she wasn't talking about 'him'.
Chloe turned around to find herself facing a very serious and tense looking Lex Luthor.
"Luthor." It was more like a whisper, a whisper filled with hatred.
"It worries me when you are all by yourself, at a secluded corner, especially in my building. It's as if you were up to something." He remarked with a raised eyebrow.
Chloe let out a fake laugh. "Paranoid much, Mr. Luthor?"
"Well, with you around, I can't be too careful, can't I?" He replied, enjoying this verbal judo.
Chloe let out a sigh. "Look, Luthor. I'm not in the mood to snoop around or to play words with you. So, get going with your speech already and I'll be out of here in no time."
She was retreating. Lex frowned. Since when does Chloe Sullivan give up a vocal smackdown with him? He decided to ignore her and agreed with her to get going with his speech. The sooner she's out of the building, the faster he'll gain his security.
--
That was the third push of the day.
She drove all the way back to Smallville just in time to see Lana Lang getting back with Clark Kent.
She closed her eyes, shook her head, and continued to concentrate with her driving. Her two hours drive to Smallville was tiring. But when she saw them all over each other, she decided that she should return to Metropolis that same day.
She should have known. When Lana Lang decided to leave Lex Luthor, she knew that Clark would definitely try to find a way to get back with her.
She was still hoping that the farm boy was going to wake up and realize that it was Chloe Sullivan that was always there for him all these years. A girl can dream, can't she?
Pathetic, Sullivan. You're truly pathetic.
She was so angry that she nearly missed the silver sport car parked in front of the Luthor's mansion. Thankfully, her leg was quick enough to push the brake pedal. Her car came into a halt in front of the magnificent Scottish castle.
She looked around and saw the lights were on in a particular room; the study room.
She paused to think of her actions.
This is it.
After this everything will change. Clark will hate her and everything she fights for all this time will be for nothing. She smirked. She couldn't care less. Not anymore.
With a determined face, Chloe Sullivan drove into the compound of the Luthor's mansion.
--
He heard the door slammed to a close.
"Hugh, I thought I said I don't want to be disturbed." He said angrily as he turned around and looked down.
Oh, right. No wonder.
He mused when he realized it wasn't his butler.
"Sullivan. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Lex asked as he closed the book he was reading and placed it on the shelf.
He really needs to talk to his butler about letting in his enemies into the house.
"Does your offer still stand?"
Her question caused a curve to the end of his lips, and also a raised eyebrow.
--
Author's Note: So? How was it? Reviews are much appreciated.