I Drove All Night for mage_brandebouc
Title: I Drove All Night
Author: Joanne Collins
Email: arwen@hotpop.com
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Chloe/Lana
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they belong to the WB and DC Comics and Millar/Gough.
Archive: Please ask.
Summary: Chloe misses Lana, so she does something about it.
Author's Notes: Written for mage_brandebouc for the Femslas05 Ficathon
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"God, it's so hot," Chloe thought as she sat under the whirring ceiling fan, trying to cool
down. She was feeling....unhappy. And it had nothing to do with the weather. Well, not
exactly, anyway.
She was in her dream job, cub reporter at the Daily Planet. Sure she had to prove herself,
but that would just be a matter of time. It wasn't that that bothered her. Well, not really.
What was currently bothering her was that it seemed that there was more rape, murder
and general crime in Metropolis than there was in Smallville. And she knew, statistically,
that of course there would be. That wasn't the problem. In Smallville, if a crime
happened, usually someone would be upset about it. Friends or family of the person
would be crying or cursing when she went past, trying to find out the facts. It wasn't like
that here in Metropolis, at all. She was lucky if she didn't get cursed at for being in
someone's way when she checked out a crime scene, but it was so rare to see someone
sad over whatever had taken place. Chloe didn't like it. At all.
Sometimes she wondered if maybe she could have stayed in Smallville. Run the local
paper. Made editor before she was out of her twenties, and she suspected that she'd only
make editor at the Planet if Perry White was shot in one of the senseless crimes she was
usually sent out to report on. And she'd stopped hoping for that a few weeks ago. Well,
except for alternate Wednesdays, when Perry seemed to know just the right words to send
her screaming from his office.
Her apartment was in a good area, and she had Lois as a roommate. Not that Lois would
have been her first choice as a roommate, much as she loved her. Gasping in the hot air,
she walked over to pick up her photo album. Flipping through pictures, she came to the
one that had changed everything.
She and Lana had been goofing around for Pete, taking pictures on one of his visits back
to Smallville. Jokingly, Pete had told Lana to kiss her. It had surprised Chloe that she
had, Lana wasn't the type to do something like that on a whim. It had surprised her even
more when she kissed Lana back, deepening the contact.
They'd tried to laugh it off. Fooling around for Pete. Fun. But a week later, Chloe had
been in the Talon, and closing time had come around. She'd turned the sign around for
her and was helping to put sugar bowls away when Lana had turned and looked at her.
The sugar bowls were forgotten when Chloe moved into Lana's arms and they'd kissed
again. Only this time for longer, and they hadn't stopped at kissing. They'd spent the
night in Lana's narrow bed in the apartment above the Talon.
Chloe smiled at the memories and turned the pages. So many pictures of them together.
They'd spent most of her college years together. It was after college that the harder times
had come. The decision for Chloe to move had been hard. There had been a part of her
that wanted to stay in Smallville, run the Talon with Lana and grow old together. It was
unfortunate that her reporter's instinct was more insistent. She'd known that when she
hadn't been able to resist applying for the opening at the Daily Planet.
Lana had taken it surprisingly well. She'd only cried for a few hours, and she'd never
levelled accusations of leaving her at Chloe. She'd grown up, she said later, when Chloe
asked. And, as Chloe had pointed out, she wasn't leaving Lana, just Smallville.
A relationship with them living in different towns wasn't easy. But they coped. There
was a lot of phone conversation. And phone sex, though sometimes Chloe was a little
embarrassed to do that if Lois was in the apartment. Still, it was something they could do.
And email and online chat helped, too.
Their weekends and holidays together were the best part. Even though the parting hurt,
the saying about absence making the heart grow fonder seemed to work for them. Chloe
loved the first kiss, first touch, first everything after a separation. They spent two
weekends a month together, outside of holidays and special occasions like birthdays and
anniversaries, taking it in turn to travel.
"I want to be with Lana. Hold her in my arms and touch her," Chloe thought. Then she
thought some more. It was the weekend. She had no work to do. Lois was away on a
plum assignment, so there was no explanation. She had her car.
Thought turned into action and Chloe locked the apartment up, running down the stairs
instead of taking the elevator.
Once behind the wheel of her car, she turned it in the direction of Smallville. That was
when she realised it was ten pm. Smallville was three hours away.
Chloe smiled. "I'll wake her up. All warm and sleep-rumpled. Then..." her eyes
gleamed.
There wasn't much traffic at this time of night, but Chloe chose not to play music until
she was out of the city. Just a caution, she wasn't so careful during the day, but it was
late.
When she was on the open road, blackness in front of her, the headlights all the light she
had, she flicked the switch on the CD player. To her surprise, an old song came on, and
she smiled. It was Elton John's The One, the first song she and Lana had danced to.
Actually danced, not played, planning to dance but getting lost in each other. She sang
along, remembering how it had felt to dance with Lana, her soft whispers of love in her
ear, then the kisses. Touching with Lana always led to kisses, then more.
Chloe felt warm as she remembered, remembered making love with Lana. She wanted
that again. Tonight.
The drive was over quickly and Chloe pulled up in front of the Talon. She found the key
on her keyring and moved to the back entrance, not wanting anyone who might be around
at one am to see her. It would take too long to explain her presence, time she could be
spending with Lana.
She moved quietly up the stairs, glad Lana always kept dim lights on. She took off her
coat in the living room of the apartment, along with her shoes. She walked into the
bedroom, softly.
She smiled, Lana was asleep, and she was lit by moonlight. Chloe didn't think she'd ever
seen anything so beautiful. It almost seemed a shame to wake her.
Except her lips were too tempting not to kiss. Over and over, until, finally she stirred.
"Chloe?" Sleepily. "You're here?"
"I'm here," Chloe murmured, moving to lie on the bed with Lana, memories of the first
time flooding back. "I wanted to be with you."
"How did you get here?" Lana asked, puzzled.
"I drove all night," Chloe said as she started to take her clothes off.
"Okay," Lana said, and leaned in for a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you," Chloe said, and began to make love to Lana.
FINIS
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I had to escape
The city was sticky and cruel
Maybe I should have called you first
But I was drying to get to you
I was dreaming while I drove
The long straight road ahead
Uh-huh, yeah
Could taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide
This fever for you was just burning me up inside
I Drove All Night
Celine Dion
Author: Joanne Collins
Email: arwen@hotpop.com
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Chloe/Lana
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they belong to the WB and DC Comics and Millar/Gough.
Archive: Please ask.
Summary: Chloe misses Lana, so she does something about it.
Author's Notes: Written for mage_brandebouc for the Femslas05 Ficathon
*************************************
"God, it's so hot," Chloe thought as she sat under the whirring ceiling fan, trying to cool
down. She was feeling....unhappy. And it had nothing to do with the weather. Well, not
exactly, anyway.
She was in her dream job, cub reporter at the Daily Planet. Sure she had to prove herself,
but that would just be a matter of time. It wasn't that that bothered her. Well, not really.
What was currently bothering her was that it seemed that there was more rape, murder
and general crime in Metropolis than there was in Smallville. And she knew, statistically,
that of course there would be. That wasn't the problem. In Smallville, if a crime
happened, usually someone would be upset about it. Friends or family of the person
would be crying or cursing when she went past, trying to find out the facts. It wasn't like
that here in Metropolis, at all. She was lucky if she didn't get cursed at for being in
someone's way when she checked out a crime scene, but it was so rare to see someone
sad over whatever had taken place. Chloe didn't like it. At all.
Sometimes she wondered if maybe she could have stayed in Smallville. Run the local
paper. Made editor before she was out of her twenties, and she suspected that she'd only
make editor at the Planet if Perry White was shot in one of the senseless crimes she was
usually sent out to report on. And she'd stopped hoping for that a few weeks ago. Well,
except for alternate Wednesdays, when Perry seemed to know just the right words to send
her screaming from his office.
Her apartment was in a good area, and she had Lois as a roommate. Not that Lois would
have been her first choice as a roommate, much as she loved her. Gasping in the hot air,
she walked over to pick up her photo album. Flipping through pictures, she came to the
one that had changed everything.
She and Lana had been goofing around for Pete, taking pictures on one of his visits back
to Smallville. Jokingly, Pete had told Lana to kiss her. It had surprised Chloe that she
had, Lana wasn't the type to do something like that on a whim. It had surprised her even
more when she kissed Lana back, deepening the contact.
They'd tried to laugh it off. Fooling around for Pete. Fun. But a week later, Chloe had
been in the Talon, and closing time had come around. She'd turned the sign around for
her and was helping to put sugar bowls away when Lana had turned and looked at her.
The sugar bowls were forgotten when Chloe moved into Lana's arms and they'd kissed
again. Only this time for longer, and they hadn't stopped at kissing. They'd spent the
night in Lana's narrow bed in the apartment above the Talon.
Chloe smiled at the memories and turned the pages. So many pictures of them together.
They'd spent most of her college years together. It was after college that the harder times
had come. The decision for Chloe to move had been hard. There had been a part of her
that wanted to stay in Smallville, run the Talon with Lana and grow old together. It was
unfortunate that her reporter's instinct was more insistent. She'd known that when she
hadn't been able to resist applying for the opening at the Daily Planet.
Lana had taken it surprisingly well. She'd only cried for a few hours, and she'd never
levelled accusations of leaving her at Chloe. She'd grown up, she said later, when Chloe
asked. And, as Chloe had pointed out, she wasn't leaving Lana, just Smallville.
A relationship with them living in different towns wasn't easy. But they coped. There
was a lot of phone conversation. And phone sex, though sometimes Chloe was a little
embarrassed to do that if Lois was in the apartment. Still, it was something they could do.
And email and online chat helped, too.
Their weekends and holidays together were the best part. Even though the parting hurt,
the saying about absence making the heart grow fonder seemed to work for them. Chloe
loved the first kiss, first touch, first everything after a separation. They spent two
weekends a month together, outside of holidays and special occasions like birthdays and
anniversaries, taking it in turn to travel.
"I want to be with Lana. Hold her in my arms and touch her," Chloe thought. Then she
thought some more. It was the weekend. She had no work to do. Lois was away on a
plum assignment, so there was no explanation. She had her car.
Thought turned into action and Chloe locked the apartment up, running down the stairs
instead of taking the elevator.
Once behind the wheel of her car, she turned it in the direction of Smallville. That was
when she realised it was ten pm. Smallville was three hours away.
Chloe smiled. "I'll wake her up. All warm and sleep-rumpled. Then..." her eyes
gleamed.
There wasn't much traffic at this time of night, but Chloe chose not to play music until
she was out of the city. Just a caution, she wasn't so careful during the day, but it was
late.
When she was on the open road, blackness in front of her, the headlights all the light she
had, she flicked the switch on the CD player. To her surprise, an old song came on, and
she smiled. It was Elton John's The One, the first song she and Lana had danced to.
Actually danced, not played, planning to dance but getting lost in each other. She sang
along, remembering how it had felt to dance with Lana, her soft whispers of love in her
ear, then the kisses. Touching with Lana always led to kisses, then more.
Chloe felt warm as she remembered, remembered making love with Lana. She wanted
that again. Tonight.
The drive was over quickly and Chloe pulled up in front of the Talon. She found the key
on her keyring and moved to the back entrance, not wanting anyone who might be around
at one am to see her. It would take too long to explain her presence, time she could be
spending with Lana.
She moved quietly up the stairs, glad Lana always kept dim lights on. She took off her
coat in the living room of the apartment, along with her shoes. She walked into the
bedroom, softly.
She smiled, Lana was asleep, and she was lit by moonlight. Chloe didn't think she'd ever
seen anything so beautiful. It almost seemed a shame to wake her.
Except her lips were too tempting not to kiss. Over and over, until, finally she stirred.
"Chloe?" Sleepily. "You're here?"
"I'm here," Chloe murmured, moving to lie on the bed with Lana, memories of the first
time flooding back. "I wanted to be with you."
"How did you get here?" Lana asked, puzzled.
"I drove all night," Chloe said as she started to take her clothes off.
"Okay," Lana said, and leaned in for a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you," Chloe said, and began to make love to Lana.
FINIS
*************************************
I had to escape
The city was sticky and cruel
Maybe I should have called you first
But I was drying to get to you
I was dreaming while I drove
The long straight road ahead
Uh-huh, yeah
Could taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide
This fever for you was just burning me up inside
I Drove All Night
Celine Dion