Spoilers up through Tempest
Ever After Smallville Style
Chloe POV
The summer had passed quickly after she and Clark had made up. It had taken her some time to realize why he had left her at the dance. That it wasn't about her or Lana or anyone else for that matter. It was only about him. Clark felt like the world was his responsibility and no one - no one- would be hurt on his watch. The only problem was Clark's watch never ended. He was always in a constant state of worry that someone would be injured or killed and that it would be his fault. In her own personal opinion someone needed to prescribe the boy one giant Paxil. After she and Clark had their 3 hour 'I'm so sorry it's my fault. No It's my fault' conversation, summer proceeded as planned.
There was surprisingly a lot to do for such a nothing to do town. The Talon had started an open mike night every Thursday and Friday, which doubled as open hunting season on anyone who thought they had any artistic ability. Chloe herself had shied away from sharing her innermost thoughts with a room full of jock straps and pom-poms who couldn't have cared less. Lana, who though she could get a little redundant at times, had quite a poetic ability and was the ringleader of the whole thing.
Then there was Lex who took it upon his shoulders to keep the teenage population of Smallville content during the summer. His plans to buyout the Smallville plant had been unnecessary when his fathers' doctor had decided he would be forced, kicking and screaming, into retirement. Every Saturday Lex would find something new for them to do. Chloe was quite grateful for this fact knowing full well that she would have gone stir crazy with only Clark and Pete to keep her entertained. One Saturday he booked a band and invited the whole town. The next he rented paintball suits and let the underage population go stark raving mad in his fields.
Even after all he had done for them Chloe could say she was honestly surprised when the black stretch limo pulled up in front of her house and an extremely excited Pete had pounded on her door.
"Lex is taking us out for a night on the town in Metropolis. Oh man this is gonna be so great. Lana and Clark are in the Limo. Lex is going to meet us at the restaurant" he had said in a rush tugging her out onto the porch.
"Okay wait. Rewind. What? I thought you didn't even like Lex" she reminded him still trying to process what a night on the town with Lex would mean.
During the summer with the aid of Clark and under the watchful eye of Pete the two had grown quite close. It had started with a cup of coffee one evening while Chloe had been brooding over she and Clark's soap-opera friendship and had escalated from dinner once a week to dinner every night. They had talked about almost everything from movies, music and art to politics, school, and the every present teen drama that seemed to suck them both in.
After one of their many meals Chloe had come to the realization that there were two very different sides to the man she spent most of her time with. There was the man that Lionel had raised. Alexander Luthor went to the meeting and ran the company. But his other side was just a guy trying to make it in the world, figure out who he was and not go totally crazy in the process. She had grown to know both sides and greatly respected and enjoyed both of them. Now just being around him made her heart race and had her stumbling over her own words. Not a good trait for a soon to be journalist.
"Okay give me a second to change, " she said motioning for him to come in and sit.
"Chloe you look great. Let's just go" he anxiously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
She shot him a death glare. "Pete I'm wearing my PJ's." She pointed to the couch and was rewarded when he let out a hefty sigh and plopped down on the oversized cushions.
"Hurry up and change this whole night on the town thing only works tonight, and, what the hell is this" Pete asked holding up a video box he had landed on in his attempt to appear annoyed.
Chloe had to laugh at her friend. She loved him to death but sometimes he just forgot she was a girl. "It's a movie."
"Yeah I got that you wanna tell me why you have a copy of one of the dorkiest films of all time" he stated glancing at the back of the box.
"Ever After isn't a dorky movie. It's one of the classical romances." He looked at her with a confused look. "Right. I forgot, boy terms. It's the real life Cinderella story."
"Oh ok then answer me one more question. Why are you still standing here while Metropolis is waiting? Go he motioned to the stairs and settled for reading the back of the box he was still holding. He looked up when he realized she was still staring at him incredulously. "Change."
"Fine give me ten minutes," she said as she rushed up the stairs. Ahhhh what to wear. Night on the town what does that mean, dinner, movie, clubs shopping? The possibilities were endless. She grabbed a shiny silver halter from the back of her closet and a leather mini from the back of her sock drawer. She had purchased both items without the knowledge of her father on one of her many shopping sprees in Metropolis. Fishnets and big chunky Doc's would make the perfect clubbing outfit.
Dinner.. What to wear to dinner. If the old Lex had picked the place it would be big and fancy. More for being seen than for actually eating a meal. However if the new Lex had picked where they would be dining it would be some funky hole-in-the-wall that you went to because you actually wanted something on the menu. And though as she would tell you any day she had many talents however mind reading wasn't one of them and she didn't know which Lex would be joining them tonight so she went with the only other alternative.
"Pete" she yelled down the stairs. "Do you know where we're eating?"
"No clue" was the agitated reply. "Could you please hurry up. The ladies are waiting."
Okay back to square one.
"Damn it all" she muttered digging through her closet. "Ah-ha perfect" she said pulling on the knee length white skirt and red slinky tank. She finished up the ensemble with a pair of strappy red pumps. Funky enough for a hole-in-the-wall and dressy enough for some overpriced French restaurant with atrocious food she would later wish she had never ordered.
"Okay I'm ready. Let's not keep the ladies waiting" she laughed steadying herself on the banister before she tripped over her own feet. She hadn't worn heels in a long time. Her left hand held a bag containing her "clubbing outfit". She laughed at the look on Pete's face.
"Hey earth to Pete. Let's go" still no reply. She snapped her fingers. Nothing
"Fine you stay here and I'll tell you all about the fun we had when I get back" she said marching towards her front door. That got a response.
"Chloe you look great. I mean really. Wow," he said following her to the door.
Chloe couldn't help but blush as her face broke out it a wide grin. "Thanks. I think. So Lana and Clark are in the limo we're going in for a night on the town and we don't know exactly what we're doing" she asked making sure she was down with the game plan.
"Yeah and Lex is meeting us there," he said as he shut the door behind himself.
"Right Lex is meeting us there" she repeated. In her mind she prayed that this night would turn out well for all of them. She wouldn't allow herself to get nervous around Lex. No in fact tonight she would do just the opposite. As much as she loved the Cinderella story, the whole damsel in distress really wasn't for her. Tonight Chloe was going to take the lead and leave the whole male chauvinistic crap in the 18th century where it belonged. She smiled and walked with renewed confidence to the Limo where her friends waited.
Ever After Smallville Style
Chloe POV
The summer had passed quickly after she and Clark had made up. It had taken her some time to realize why he had left her at the dance. That it wasn't about her or Lana or anyone else for that matter. It was only about him. Clark felt like the world was his responsibility and no one - no one- would be hurt on his watch. The only problem was Clark's watch never ended. He was always in a constant state of worry that someone would be injured or killed and that it would be his fault. In her own personal opinion someone needed to prescribe the boy one giant Paxil. After she and Clark had their 3 hour 'I'm so sorry it's my fault. No It's my fault' conversation, summer proceeded as planned.
There was surprisingly a lot to do for such a nothing to do town. The Talon had started an open mike night every Thursday and Friday, which doubled as open hunting season on anyone who thought they had any artistic ability. Chloe herself had shied away from sharing her innermost thoughts with a room full of jock straps and pom-poms who couldn't have cared less. Lana, who though she could get a little redundant at times, had quite a poetic ability and was the ringleader of the whole thing.
Then there was Lex who took it upon his shoulders to keep the teenage population of Smallville content during the summer. His plans to buyout the Smallville plant had been unnecessary when his fathers' doctor had decided he would be forced, kicking and screaming, into retirement. Every Saturday Lex would find something new for them to do. Chloe was quite grateful for this fact knowing full well that she would have gone stir crazy with only Clark and Pete to keep her entertained. One Saturday he booked a band and invited the whole town. The next he rented paintball suits and let the underage population go stark raving mad in his fields.
Even after all he had done for them Chloe could say she was honestly surprised when the black stretch limo pulled up in front of her house and an extremely excited Pete had pounded on her door.
"Lex is taking us out for a night on the town in Metropolis. Oh man this is gonna be so great. Lana and Clark are in the Limo. Lex is going to meet us at the restaurant" he had said in a rush tugging her out onto the porch.
"Okay wait. Rewind. What? I thought you didn't even like Lex" she reminded him still trying to process what a night on the town with Lex would mean.
During the summer with the aid of Clark and under the watchful eye of Pete the two had grown quite close. It had started with a cup of coffee one evening while Chloe had been brooding over she and Clark's soap-opera friendship and had escalated from dinner once a week to dinner every night. They had talked about almost everything from movies, music and art to politics, school, and the every present teen drama that seemed to suck them both in.
After one of their many meals Chloe had come to the realization that there were two very different sides to the man she spent most of her time with. There was the man that Lionel had raised. Alexander Luthor went to the meeting and ran the company. But his other side was just a guy trying to make it in the world, figure out who he was and not go totally crazy in the process. She had grown to know both sides and greatly respected and enjoyed both of them. Now just being around him made her heart race and had her stumbling over her own words. Not a good trait for a soon to be journalist.
"Okay give me a second to change, " she said motioning for him to come in and sit.
"Chloe you look great. Let's just go" he anxiously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
She shot him a death glare. "Pete I'm wearing my PJ's." She pointed to the couch and was rewarded when he let out a hefty sigh and plopped down on the oversized cushions.
"Hurry up and change this whole night on the town thing only works tonight, and, what the hell is this" Pete asked holding up a video box he had landed on in his attempt to appear annoyed.
Chloe had to laugh at her friend. She loved him to death but sometimes he just forgot she was a girl. "It's a movie."
"Yeah I got that you wanna tell me why you have a copy of one of the dorkiest films of all time" he stated glancing at the back of the box.
"Ever After isn't a dorky movie. It's one of the classical romances." He looked at her with a confused look. "Right. I forgot, boy terms. It's the real life Cinderella story."
"Oh ok then answer me one more question. Why are you still standing here while Metropolis is waiting? Go he motioned to the stairs and settled for reading the back of the box he was still holding. He looked up when he realized she was still staring at him incredulously. "Change."
"Fine give me ten minutes," she said as she rushed up the stairs. Ahhhh what to wear. Night on the town what does that mean, dinner, movie, clubs shopping? The possibilities were endless. She grabbed a shiny silver halter from the back of her closet and a leather mini from the back of her sock drawer. She had purchased both items without the knowledge of her father on one of her many shopping sprees in Metropolis. Fishnets and big chunky Doc's would make the perfect clubbing outfit.
Dinner.. What to wear to dinner. If the old Lex had picked the place it would be big and fancy. More for being seen than for actually eating a meal. However if the new Lex had picked where they would be dining it would be some funky hole-in-the-wall that you went to because you actually wanted something on the menu. And though as she would tell you any day she had many talents however mind reading wasn't one of them and she didn't know which Lex would be joining them tonight so she went with the only other alternative.
"Pete" she yelled down the stairs. "Do you know where we're eating?"
"No clue" was the agitated reply. "Could you please hurry up. The ladies are waiting."
Okay back to square one.
"Damn it all" she muttered digging through her closet. "Ah-ha perfect" she said pulling on the knee length white skirt and red slinky tank. She finished up the ensemble with a pair of strappy red pumps. Funky enough for a hole-in-the-wall and dressy enough for some overpriced French restaurant with atrocious food she would later wish she had never ordered.
"Okay I'm ready. Let's not keep the ladies waiting" she laughed steadying herself on the banister before she tripped over her own feet. She hadn't worn heels in a long time. Her left hand held a bag containing her "clubbing outfit". She laughed at the look on Pete's face.
"Hey earth to Pete. Let's go" still no reply. She snapped her fingers. Nothing
"Fine you stay here and I'll tell you all about the fun we had when I get back" she said marching towards her front door. That got a response.
"Chloe you look great. I mean really. Wow," he said following her to the door.
Chloe couldn't help but blush as her face broke out it a wide grin. "Thanks. I think. So Lana and Clark are in the limo we're going in for a night on the town and we don't know exactly what we're doing" she asked making sure she was down with the game plan.
"Yeah and Lex is meeting us there," he said as he shut the door behind himself.
"Right Lex is meeting us there" she repeated. In her mind she prayed that this night would turn out well for all of them. She wouldn't allow herself to get nervous around Lex. No in fact tonight she would do just the opposite. As much as she loved the Cinderella story, the whole damsel in distress really wasn't for her. Tonight Chloe was going to take the lead and leave the whole male chauvinistic crap in the 18th century where it belonged. She smiled and walked with renewed confidence to the Limo where her friends waited.