Fic: Forced, pg-13, angsty/general
Forced
Fandom: Smallville
Author: boredlittlestudent/ vodooman
Rating: pg-13 (to be sure…)
Genre: angst? Romantic … general
Characters/Pairings: Chloe, Mr. Kent, Chloe/Lex
Short summary: No one could force her to do anything she didn’t want. Or at least that was what she always thought…
Any warnings: None yet…
Disclaimer: SV and characters not mine!
A/N: This is very early on in the series… I’m not sure yet were… And at this point I would like to thank lexie for that great chat we had on live journal! I totally love you… and this first chapter really is thanks to you… *sniff*
Forced, ch1
“Mr. Kent. You can’t do this! I’m a grown woman, I can make my own decisions and this is none of your business. Besides, you’re not my father!” she said, angry that the old man would actually do something this drastic.
“I’ll only tell you this once more. Chloe, after that, I’ll lock you up here. And by god, I’ll make sure you’ll not see daylight until the next time we celebrate Christmas together.” said the usually calm and collected man. Right, thought Chloe, as if I would ever celebrate anything with you ever again!
“This is ridiculous!” shouted Chloe, balling her hands up in fists.
“Take the phone. Dial his number. And then tell him you’ll stop seeing each other.”
She forced the knot that had formed in her throat down by swallowing. It was all so crazy, that she really didn’t know how it was that she got herself into these situations. She should be spending a nice time at the party for Clarks seventeenth birthday, celebrating with her friends, eat Mrs. Kent’s self-made birthday cake. Not locked in the barn with Clark’s father, of all people. Being forced to end things with her boyfriend, just because the old fool didn’t like that bastard father of his.
“You can’t force me to do anything!” said Chloe as calmly as she could, while a storm of emotions was raging inside of her.
That was all Lex’s fault to start with. If he hadn’t sent her that text message of his, she wouldn’t have read it. And Mr. Kent, the old nosy rat, wouldn’t have been able to read the contents of her rather important message over her shoulder.
“Like hell I can’t!” said the man with such an angry voice that she momentarily forgot herself and who the man was standing in front of her and took a frightened step back.
“Mr. Kent, my dad knows about my relationship with Lex, and he’s fine with it!” So you really shouldn’t stick your nose into business that isn’t even an acre near your field of work.
“That boy is bad news. He almost got Clark killed. And he hurt him on multiple occasions.” Of course it is always about Clark. When are things not about Clark? Hey, the school got burnt down… Oh no! Is Clark alright? Lana got shot by some freak! … Oh, no! Did the bullet get near my Clark-y? Chloe got together with Lex Luthor and is the happiest she ever was… Oh no! How might this effect Clark? Because everything around here is always connected to Clark…!
Jonathan Kent had already continued with his tirade without noticing Chloe’s short absence of mind. But Chloe did get to catch the last bit of his many lists of why he didn’t want her to be together with Lex.
“… and his father is one of the most ruthless men in the whole country. Do you have any idea what will happen to you, once he had what he wanted from you?”
The same that is now happening? Living happily ever after? What is this your business anyway? “It’s really nice of you to worry so much, but there really is no reason for it. We both know where we stand and what will happen next with us.” All of which is none of your business, so screw you! Get lost and get out of my way so I can actually make a run for the door…
He extended the phone in his hand to her. “Phone. NOW!!” he yelled.
And this time Chloe said nothing. Nor did she disobey. Hearing the man she had always taken as a second uncle, a much nicer and calmer one than uncle Sam, scream at her like he was holding himself on a thin thread not to hurt her, was enough for her to discard her backbone for a moment and just do what the old crazed man wanted. Besides, thought Chloe, it wasn’t like he actually knew that she would or wouldn’t break up with him. She could dial the weather station and have an imaginary break-up with the weather frog … and Mr. Kent wouldn’t know.
Mind made up, and heart beating faster than a speeding Ferrari, well one of Lex’s speeding Ferraris; she picked up the phone with shaking hands. Dialled the number of the weather fairy of Metropolis on channel 7, which happened to be the same person she had just a week ago interviewed for an internship-test-writing, and prayed to God that Mr. Kent wouldn’t want to make sure it really was Lex she was phoning by listening in on the conversation.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
Chloe closed the phone and looked up to see a very disagreeing elder man in front of her.
“Do it again! You won’t leave this barn until you reached him and broke up with him!”
“Don’t you think that this is all very over-dramatic? I’m sure this can all be settled differently…” tried Chloe again.
And what the hell is it with Lex? Wasn’t he supposed to be invited to Clark’s birthday party? Again, if he’d just showed up here all this wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t be stuck with Mr. Lunatic-Kent!
She was feeling desperate, and frightened. “Mr. Kent, please!” she pleaded with big vulnerable eyes. She had never in her life felt so threatened by a person she always believed to be an extended part of the family.
But her pleading fell on deaf ears. Mr. Kent wasn’t going to change his mind, and Chloe knew that if not for a miracle now, she’d be one very sad and lonely single girl by the end of the night.
Then just as sudden as Mr. Kent’s mood swings lately, both of them heard a car pull over in front of the Kent house. Thank God! Chloe was hoping that Mr. Kent would have to play the nice host of the party by shaking hands with who ever just arrived. And that would give her enough time to plan a cunning break out plan, come up with a way to follow it through without her getting hurt, and then when she got out and safely home she’d make a childish revenge plan to pay back the old man for his … whatever it was that had gotten into his mind.
Right… so just leave… thought Chloe. Only problem now was that even though Mr. Kent had also looked into the direction of the door, he wasn’t moving anywhere near it. He wasn’t moving at all. And instead turned back to Chloe, took hold of her arm in what she felt was a death grip and looked manacle to her.
“I’ll only tell this to you once more Chloe. This is for your own good! Phone him now!”
Yup, defiantly frightened! Thought Chloe as Mr. Kent’s whole face screwed up in an even angrier grimace as from before. And to Chloe’s horror his eyes suddenly flashed green.
What the hell is going on here?
Fandom: Smallville
Author: boredlittlestudent/ vodooman
Rating: pg-13 (to be sure…)
Genre: angst? Romantic … general
Characters/Pairings: Chloe, Mr. Kent, Chloe/Lex
Short summary: No one could force her to do anything she didn’t want. Or at least that was what she always thought…
Any warnings: None yet…
Disclaimer: SV and characters not mine!
A/N: This is very early on in the series… I’m not sure yet were… And at this point I would like to thank lexie for that great chat we had on live journal! I totally love you… and this first chapter really is thanks to you… *sniff*
Forced, ch1
“Mr. Kent. You can’t do this! I’m a grown woman, I can make my own decisions and this is none of your business. Besides, you’re not my father!” she said, angry that the old man would actually do something this drastic.
“I’ll only tell you this once more. Chloe, after that, I’ll lock you up here. And by god, I’ll make sure you’ll not see daylight until the next time we celebrate Christmas together.” said the usually calm and collected man. Right, thought Chloe, as if I would ever celebrate anything with you ever again!
“This is ridiculous!” shouted Chloe, balling her hands up in fists.
“Take the phone. Dial his number. And then tell him you’ll stop seeing each other.”
She forced the knot that had formed in her throat down by swallowing. It was all so crazy, that she really didn’t know how it was that she got herself into these situations. She should be spending a nice time at the party for Clarks seventeenth birthday, celebrating with her friends, eat Mrs. Kent’s self-made birthday cake. Not locked in the barn with Clark’s father, of all people. Being forced to end things with her boyfriend, just because the old fool didn’t like that bastard father of his.
“You can’t force me to do anything!” said Chloe as calmly as she could, while a storm of emotions was raging inside of her.
That was all Lex’s fault to start with. If he hadn’t sent her that text message of his, she wouldn’t have read it. And Mr. Kent, the old nosy rat, wouldn’t have been able to read the contents of her rather important message over her shoulder.
“Like hell I can’t!” said the man with such an angry voice that she momentarily forgot herself and who the man was standing in front of her and took a frightened step back.
“Mr. Kent, my dad knows about my relationship with Lex, and he’s fine with it!” So you really shouldn’t stick your nose into business that isn’t even an acre near your field of work.
“That boy is bad news. He almost got Clark killed. And he hurt him on multiple occasions.” Of course it is always about Clark. When are things not about Clark? Hey, the school got burnt down… Oh no! Is Clark alright? Lana got shot by some freak! … Oh, no! Did the bullet get near my Clark-y? Chloe got together with Lex Luthor and is the happiest she ever was… Oh no! How might this effect Clark? Because everything around here is always connected to Clark…!
Jonathan Kent had already continued with his tirade without noticing Chloe’s short absence of mind. But Chloe did get to catch the last bit of his many lists of why he didn’t want her to be together with Lex.
“… and his father is one of the most ruthless men in the whole country. Do you have any idea what will happen to you, once he had what he wanted from you?”
The same that is now happening? Living happily ever after? What is this your business anyway? “It’s really nice of you to worry so much, but there really is no reason for it. We both know where we stand and what will happen next with us.” All of which is none of your business, so screw you! Get lost and get out of my way so I can actually make a run for the door…
He extended the phone in his hand to her. “Phone. NOW!!” he yelled.
And this time Chloe said nothing. Nor did she disobey. Hearing the man she had always taken as a second uncle, a much nicer and calmer one than uncle Sam, scream at her like he was holding himself on a thin thread not to hurt her, was enough for her to discard her backbone for a moment and just do what the old crazed man wanted. Besides, thought Chloe, it wasn’t like he actually knew that she would or wouldn’t break up with him. She could dial the weather station and have an imaginary break-up with the weather frog … and Mr. Kent wouldn’t know.
Mind made up, and heart beating faster than a speeding Ferrari, well one of Lex’s speeding Ferraris; she picked up the phone with shaking hands. Dialled the number of the weather fairy of Metropolis on channel 7, which happened to be the same person she had just a week ago interviewed for an internship-test-writing, and prayed to God that Mr. Kent wouldn’t want to make sure it really was Lex she was phoning by listening in on the conversation.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
Chloe closed the phone and looked up to see a very disagreeing elder man in front of her.
“Do it again! You won’t leave this barn until you reached him and broke up with him!”
“Don’t you think that this is all very over-dramatic? I’m sure this can all be settled differently…” tried Chloe again.
And what the hell is it with Lex? Wasn’t he supposed to be invited to Clark’s birthday party? Again, if he’d just showed up here all this wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t be stuck with Mr. Lunatic-Kent!
She was feeling desperate, and frightened. “Mr. Kent, please!” she pleaded with big vulnerable eyes. She had never in her life felt so threatened by a person she always believed to be an extended part of the family.
But her pleading fell on deaf ears. Mr. Kent wasn’t going to change his mind, and Chloe knew that if not for a miracle now, she’d be one very sad and lonely single girl by the end of the night.
Then just as sudden as Mr. Kent’s mood swings lately, both of them heard a car pull over in front of the Kent house. Thank God! Chloe was hoping that Mr. Kent would have to play the nice host of the party by shaking hands with who ever just arrived. And that would give her enough time to plan a cunning break out plan, come up with a way to follow it through without her getting hurt, and then when she got out and safely home she’d make a childish revenge plan to pay back the old man for his … whatever it was that had gotten into his mind.
Right… so just leave… thought Chloe. Only problem now was that even though Mr. Kent had also looked into the direction of the door, he wasn’t moving anywhere near it. He wasn’t moving at all. And instead turned back to Chloe, took hold of her arm in what she felt was a death grip and looked manacle to her.
“I’ll only tell this to you once more Chloe. This is for your own good! Phone him now!”
Yup, defiantly frightened! Thought Chloe as Mr. Kent’s whole face screwed up in an even angrier grimace as from before. And to Chloe’s horror his eyes suddenly flashed green.
What the hell is going on here?