Secrets & Lies (Chlex Drama/Romance- PG13/15): Chapters 3 and 4
Summary: Secrets and lies have always been part of his life, and she has made a living out of exposing them. What happens when she discovers more than she´s bargained for and when he learns everything he thought he knew was a lie? Sometimes a life-death decision can rise up questions and provide you with answers you aren´t prepared for.
Author: Lexie aka lillianschild
Rating: PG-13/15
Spoilers: Everything up to Fracture is up for grabs.
A/N:The sequence of events in this story may not necessarily follow the timeline of the show. I´ve manipulated certain events from the show- including their time frame- to suit my own creative purposes.
Disclaimer: all Superman and Smallville characters belong to DC Comics and Gough & Millar. No infringement's intended.
CHAPTERS 1 & 2
CHAPTER 3: DON´T LEAVE ME
LUTHOR MANSION
The moment the limo parked on the driveway of the mansion and the chauffeur stepped out to open the door for his employer, Lex experienced a sudden bout of dizziness and a pull on his chest as if something were fighting to get free. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his breathing as he clenched his fists to control the pain that was ripping his insides.
“Goodbye, Alex, “ murmured a feminine voice laced with concern before he opened his eyes in bewilderment and the frantic pumping of his heart started to slow down.
“Sir?” asked the chauffeur with a frown when he saw the lost look on his master´s face. “Sir?” he insisted.
Lex unclenched his fists and, swallowing the lump in his throat, pulled up his left cuff to check the time on his Napoleon-franc watch. Two-oh-five.
“Are you feeling all right, Mr Luthor? I can drive you back to the medical centre, sir” said the worried employee.
“I´m fine, Johnson. I´ve been through a lot this last twenty-four hours. I just need to rest; that´s all,” responded Lex with the ghost of a smile as he started to get out of the limo.” You can take the day off. I won´t be needing you, at least, until tomorrow.”
“OK, sir. I´ll take the limo to the garage then,” replied the chauffeur, shutting the door and making his way around the vehicle to the driver´s side.
Lex climbed up the front steps of the castle and walked through the polished mahogany door his British butler was keeping open for him.
“Good afternoon, sir. It´s good to see you back in one piece, “ the dignified servant greeted him.
“Thanks, James. I´ll go up to my room to freshen up. Would you prepare a tray for me and take it to the study? I haven´t eaten lunch today.”
“Hospital food wasn´t up to your standards, sir? “ said the middle-aged man with twist of his lips.
“Mashed pumpkin and artificially-flavoured jello isn´t my idea of gourmet cooking, “replied Lex with a smirk.
“Of course not, sir. I´ll see what we can put together,” came the butler´s response as Lex started to climb up the staircase to the first floor.
In the privacy of his bedroom Lex kicked off his shoes and, taking off his jacket, started to unbutton his dress shirt and unbuckle his belt. He had stripped down to his underwear when his reflection on the full-length mirror made him stop. Only a couple of already greenish bruises bore witness to what had happened the previous night. He touched his old scars with careful fingers- the long one on his flank from two Christmases ago and the one of the stabbing at Club Zero were the scars he spent more time retracing. They were reminders of two decisive moments in his life, moments which had changed the course of history... his own history.
Lex approached the mirror and leant forward to observe his forehead closely. He raised his left hand and gingerly touched the spot where the bullet had pierced the flesh, drilled the frontal bone and started its trajectory through his brain- only there was no physical trace of it, no proof of his fateful encounter in that Detroit scrap yard. A mere couple of bruises, which he knew for certain would have disappeared by the time he woke up the following morning, weren´t reminder enough of what had happened to him before coming out of the coma. He couldn´t remember the last eighteen hours, but any doubt he might have had about its all being a dream had vanished five minutes ago in the limo. He had heard `her´ voice, and a fleeting image of himself- twenty years younger, standing in the middle of a dark corridor- had taken him unawares. `Don´t leave me, ´ his childish voice had said. `Goodbye, Alex, ´ had responded a warm feminine voice charged with regret and something Lex couldn´t pinpoint.
Lillian had begged him to stop looking for answers and he knew it´d be a hard struggle when every bone in his body told him to look for clues in his mind, clues that could lead him to the truth and to that being of light who had pulled him out of the coma and healed his latest injuries.
He stepped under the shower and welcomed the feel of hot water running down his coiled-up muscles- he could use a relaxing massage to relieve the tension which had worsened the months prior to his wedding to Lana. He closed his eyes in an effort to chase away the pain of betrayal and disappointment that overwhelmed him every time he put his defences down. He tried out one of the breathing techniques he´d been taught while recovering from his hellish experience as a castaway; only this time his efforts to empty his mind backfired.
Lex planted both hands on the tiled wall in front of him to steady himself as an overload of disconnected and rapid-fire images popped into his mind- Julian dead in his crib; taking the blame for his baby brother´s death; Lionel manhandling Lillian; getting poisoned by his dad; Duncan´s accidental death; slapping Lana´s face the day she walked out on him and then... warmth and... laughter... his laughter and someone else´s... . He tried to remember what his mother´s laughter sounded like, but he was too stressed out. There hadn´t been much laughter in his life, and the only times he remembered smiling- truly smiling not just putting on a practised smirk- had been when Lionel was abroad on business and Lex spent the holidays with his mum on their ranch in Montana, and the times he had visited Chloe during her exile.
`Don´t leave me, ´echoed a childish voice in his head, and Lex opened his eyes again panting.
He took a minute to stabilise his breathing and then, turned off the tap before coming out of the stall to dry and change into a pair of black trousers and a light-blue dress shirt. As he finished buttoning up he looked at himself in the mirror above the washbasin. His complexion seemed paler than usual, and his eyes had lost that cold intensity he had got used to seeing every day in the looking-glass; there was something in their depths which hadn´t been there in a long time- `hope ´, a flickering light the world had done its best to crush.
`I´ll always be there. ´
THE TALON- 5.30 p.m.
The coffee shop had opened its doors half an hour before, in time for the regular influx of patrons that swarmed on Friday afternoons, when school was over for the week and Smallville´s teenagers hung out with their friends to make plans for Saturday evening. The house was packed, and Lois- who was earning a few extra bucks waiting on tables and controlling the till- had her hands full behind the counter as she filled orders, charged the customers and supervised the waitresses without aid.
“Hey, Darleen! “called out General Lane´s eldest daughter. “I need to step away for a few minutes. Could you take these two orders to the booths at the back?” she asked one of the waitresses.
“Sure, Miss Lane ,” responded the twenty-something, grabbing the tray that Lois had left on the counter.
“Thanks. You´re a doll, “ sighed the exhausted brunette.” I want to check on my cuz, “ She added, locking the till.
Chloe was cooped up in the apartment and hadn´t come down to drink her habitual jumbo cup of mocha with a piece of pecan and chocolate pie. It was not like her to remain immune to the enticing smell of caffeine wafting up from the coffee house, and Clark´s clumsy cloak-and-dagger routine had piqued Lois´ interest even more. Lois knew her younger cousin well enough to be able to tell when she was using her beaming smile to cover up what she was actually feeling.
“A frothy cup of java and a piece of this freshly-baked pie will do the trick,” murmured Lois, replacing the cover to keep the pastry fresh. `Shoot! What´s cue ball doing here? He collects freaks at 33.1, but he sure is the weirdest of them all. How the heck did he survive that shooting? Oh, no, mister! You aren´t getting closer to Kara again if I have anything to say in the matter, rambled Lois to herself.´
Zor-El´s only daughter was sitting alone at a small table, sipping a tall glass of orange juice and listening to her favourite song on her MP3 player, when the patrician, bald man she had met at the coffee shop in Detroit materialised in front of her.
“Hey!” she smiled, removing the earphones and inviting him to sit down.
“I hope I´m not interrupting,” he responded warmly.
“You are not. I was just trying to reacquaint with myself, if that makes any sense,” she fidgeted, looking into his blue-grey eyes with the ghost of a smile.
“I know the feeling,” he answered, holding her baby-blues and wondering if he was strong enough to resist the temptation to pursue his original plan.” Any luck so far?”
“No,” she shook her head.” Lois and Clark seem nice people but... .”
“Look, I know I told you I´d help you... and I don´t intend to back down... but I believe the best way to...” he began, leaning forward.
“What are you doing here, Mr Luthor?” glared Lois.
“The last time I checked I was co-owner of this coffee shop, and your employer, Miss Lane. By the way, I´m glad to see you´re all right. It seems we´re both made of resilient stuff,” he smirked.
“Yeah... well...” she fumed. “Can I have a word with you?”
“You might not have noticed it, but I was in the middle of a conversation when you made your presence known,” he cocked an eyebrow.” Why don´t you take that tray away before someone complains? I´ll be right up,” he added, curving a smile when he saw the volatile brunette boil.” Now, Miss Kent, where were we?”
“Kara,” smiled the blonde teenager, stealing a glance at Chloe´s cousin.
Lois gripped the tray tighter and tried to control her temper, telling herself not only her roof but her position at The Planet were at stake if she dared alienate LuthorCorp´s CEO. She´d have to find the moment to talk to the amnesiac girl alone.
Shooting a murderous last glance at the coldly urbane billionaire, General Lane´s daughter made her way to the stairs which led to the apartment above.
“As I was saying... I believe the best thing for you to do now is to be around family and people who care about you.”
“What about the treatment you suggested in Detroit?” she frowned.
“The mind´s a very complex mechanism that´s better left alone, Kara. I´ve been both a willing and an unwilling lab rat. I´m still missing several weeks of my life courtesy of my dad. Believe me, Kara, I know what´s like to want to remember only to come up against a brick wall,” he responded gravely. “Desperation can lead to making decisions which you might come to regret later on.”
“But you said the procedure was harmless,” she insisted.
”Not even the best precautions can prevent something from going wrong and, if something were to happen to you during the procedure, I would never forgive myself,” he responded passionately.
Kara eyed him with a puzzled look on her face and the billionaire took a deep breath before resuming his discourse.
“I know you don´t remember it, but you saved my life a few months ago and, for that, I´m eternally indebted to you. What´s more, it´s always been my policy to protect those who have been nice to me and- in your case- it was more than not giving me the cold shoulder. As you must have noticed, neither my kin nor I are well-regarded in this community. Friends are a luxury no amount of money can buy and the ones I had... well... let´s just say one of them died at a very young age and the other one... he gave up on me.”
“Why?”
"I´m afraid it´s too complex an issue to discuss over a cup of coffee. Besides, I wouldn´t like to burden you with my problems, you already have your plate full as it is. I´ve got to take care of something now; I´ll leave you to your music.”
“Lex?” she started to get up, stretching an arm to detain him.
“You´ll be OK, Kara. You couldn´t have a better family than the Kents. I wish I had been that lucky.”
“I´m scared,” she murmured.
“You can count on me if you need someone to talk to. You know where to find me, but I´ve got a feeling your cousin Clark´ll be much more adequate than me to help you sort out your identity,” he replied, standing next to the table and squeezing her arm gently.
“Can I ask you a question?” she said in a low voice not to attract the patrons´ attention.
“Sure, if it´s in my power to answer it,” he smirked.
“Yesterday... when you tried to rescue us... you were... I saw him pull the trigger... Lois and I saw you lying on the ground... with a bullet in the middle of your brow... How...?”
“I´m afraid that´s a question for God- if you happen to believe in him,” he responded with the ghost of a smile.
“You haven´t got a scratch,” she added, squinting and raising a hand to touch his forehead.
“When you have lived as long as I have in this town, you learn anything is possible... even the most bizarre,” he acknowledged.
“But we weren´t in Smallville. And... I know what I saw...”
“I´m as baffled as you are, Kara, but I´ve learnt along the way that trying to get all the answers can lead you to very dangerous places- dark paths you swore you´d never tread. It became an obsession for me, and obsession is a double-edged weapon- it can prove to be the way to greatness when it pushes you to achieve things no one has ever dared dream of but it can also be your doom,” he explained gravely.
“But aren´t you a tad curious about it? I mean you´ve survived a fatal injury. “
“Curious? Of course, I´m curious. And, believe me, there´s a part of me which wants to find out the truth about what happened in Detroit yesterday. I´ve searched for answers all my life, Kara, lived for the thrill of the quest until I became the man I´d sworn I´d never be,” he told her passionately.
“It´s hard being you, isn´t it?” she said sympathetically.
“A man´s born into his life, but it´s up to him what he chooses to do with it. I´ve been misunderstood, misjudged and betrayed many times in my life by people I cared about, but there are lots of things I wish I had done differently. I´ve been given another chance and I intend to make the most of it. I know it must be frightening not knowing who you are, and where you come from, but listen to a pro: Take this amnesia of yours as a clean slate, an opportunity to start afresh.”
“Why would I want to start afresh? I had a life before this happened to me,” she whined.” Do you know something you aren´t telling me?” she added, cocking an eyebrow.
“Talk to your cousin, Kara. I won´t interfere in Kent business again. I admired your uncle a lot but he was never able to see beyond my name, and Clark´s turned out to be a lot like Jonathan. Don´t get me wrong- he´s a nice kid, but he doesn´t think too much of me right now. I wouldn´t like to make matters worse for either you or me. Trust me, everything´ll be sorted out if you get him to be straight with you. Although we were close friends once, he never really trusted me. Still, you´re family and, somehow, I believe that´ll make the difference.”
“You´re talking in riddles, Lex. I´m more confused now than when you crossed that door,” she frowned.
“Clark Kent´s an enigma I´ve wanted to unravel ever since I set foot in this town. Don´t let the farm boy appearance fool you, Kara; he´s much more interesting than he seems.”
“More than you are?” she smirked.
“I should be flattered, I guess. Don´t say that in front of your Clark, though, or I´ll have him barging in my study crying havoc,” he smiled smugly. “It´s been nice seeing you again, Kara. Take care.”
“You too, Lex. I hope you´ll find what you´re looking for,” she responded warmly.
“So do I,” he smiled back.
CHAPTER 4: Requests
THE APARTMENT ABOVE THE TALON- 5.40 p.m
Chloe was stretched out on the sofa- her body propped up against some colourful cushions she had bought at a hippie fair in Metropolis last summer- when Lois entered carrying a tray with two smoky cups of coffee and some pie.
The blonde reporter wrapped her body in the duvet she had grabbed off the bed and blew her nose with the last tissue left in the box. She wished Lois had knocked at the door before walking on a very private moment. Chloe berated herself for her stupidity- she should have locked the door to keep everyone away.
“Hi, Chlo´! I´ve brought you some coffee and a piece of your favourite pie,” smiled Lois as she set the stuff down on the coffee table.” You don´t look well. How are you?” she frowned, observing her cousin´s puffy nose and red-rimmed eyes.
“Don´t look at me that way, Lo´. It´s just a damn cold or something. I´ll be up and about tomorrow morning,” she said, clearing her voice.
“You haven´t answered your phone since yesterday and, when I asked Clark about you, he darted glances all over the place and babbled some stupid answer,” responded the elder cousin, watching Chloe take a few sips of her coffee with her eyes closed.
“Don´t blame him, Lo´. He was just doing what he thought was best. He knows what you´re like... Look at the way you´re fussing over me because of a stupid cold,” exclaimed the snarky blonde, folding the screen of her laptop to prevent Lois from snooping into what she´d been researching.
“Don´t lie to me, Chloe. I can smell something rotten here. Come on, cuz, spit it out. I really don´t feel like beating around the bush. I´ve already had cue ball dismiss me like a stupid kid,” she glared, pacing up and down the room.
“Lex?” gulped Chloe, scalding her throat with the hot coffee.
“Yes, Lazarus. He´s a f*cking freak, that´s what he is and a constant pain in the butt. If he weren´t the owner of The Planet, he´d have to hear me out,” she fumed not noticing the sudden pallor on Chloe´s face. “I´ve never understood it. How come he´s allowed you to stay here after everything you´ve written against him and everything he´s done to you and your mum? And... you´ve never said anything about moving out. It´s been more than a year, Chlo´” replied the brunette, sitting down on the sofa.
“Getting an apartment in Metropolis- one I could afford with a rookie´s salary- isn´t that easy, Lois. Besides... Lex isn´t the only owner of The Talon,” said Chloe, pinching the fork in the pecan pie.
“Yeah, right. Let´s not forget Clark´s fairytale princess,” said Lois snidely.
“By the way, have you noticed anything amiss between those two lately? This morning you could cut the air with a knife around them,” she prodded on while Chloe zoned out.
Why had Lex allowed her to move in and make her home in that apartment after Black Thursday? Well, she´d had several theories- none of which had prepared her for the answer she got while being in Lex´s mind; it was a response which changed everything. As to the reason for her accepting Lana´s offer to live above The Talon knowing Lex was co-owner of the property, Chloe´d never dared stop to analyse it. Although she´d never been afraid to dig up the truth and face the consequences, this was one truth her rational half found hard to handle. That summer, four years ago, she thought there could be no greater pain than having her best friend and secret crush choose Lana over her time and time again. How naïve she´d been! She hadn´t been prepared for what was to come next.
“Chlo´, are you listening to me?” Lois interrupted the blonde´s musings when she realised her cousin was staring at the door of the apartment. “Chlo´? “ she insisted, stretching an arm to brush a few strands of fair hair off Chloe´s face. “Sweetie, what´s wrong?”
Lex reached the first floor determined to face the person whose enmity he had cemented four years ago when fate had shown its ugliest face and he had been forced to hurt them both. It hadn´t been an easy decision but he had been left no option. No, at that moment, he cursed Lionel Luthor and thanked God for having spared him any additional guilt.
He walked purposefully to the door of the apartment, which had once been inhabited by the woman he´d thought could fill the void Chloe had left, give him what he´d never be able to have with Clark´s best friend. He raised his left hand and, after a split-second hesitation, knocked on the door.
“Damn! “ exclaimed Lois through clenched teeth.” I forgot cue ball said he´d be up in a few minutes. I can´t pretend I´m not here, Chlo´, he´s seen me climbing up with the tray. If you´d rather...” she continued in a concerned voice.
“It´s OK, Lo´. The sooner we hear what he´s got to say the sooner he´ll be on his way,” Chloe cut her off with a small smile and an assumed calmness she was far from feeling.
“Mr Luthor, “ responded a collected Chloe, standing up from the sofa not to give him the advantage of speaking to her from a vantage point.
“Are you OK?” he asked, noticing the ashen paleness of her freckled
complexion.
“I´m fine, thanks. I´ve caught a twenty-four-hour bug or something. To what do we owe the honour of your visit?” she told him, making an effort to hold the look of his intense blue-grey eyes, which she knew were almost all-seeing.
“Well, I´ll make it brief,” he replied, slipping his left hand inside the overcoat and taking out some folded legal papers which he handed over to Chloe.
“What´s this?” frowned the blonde reporter, grabbing them with a frown.
“Eviction papers, Luthor?”snapped Lois, rushing to her cousin´s side to take a peek at the documents.
“On the contrary, Miss Lane. It´s a deed of property in your name, Chloe. I´m transferring the ownership of the building to you and...” he added, extracting an envelope, “I´m also giving you my share in this business.”
“What are you trying to do, Luthor? Buy her off?” hissed Lois.
“Lo´,” Chloe cut her off with a pleading look in her eyes,” let me handle this. Could you... could you give us a few moments alone, please?”
“But Chloe, don´t you see...?” the brunette pressed on.
“Lois, I don´t need you or anyone to speak for me. I appreciate your intention, but if you´ll excuse us, I want to have a word with Lex alone, “ Chloe said to Lois, gently pushing her out of the room.
“All right, cuz. We´ll talk after closing time,” she complied, shooting a warning glance at Lex, who responded with a cocked eyebrow and a smug smile.”Mr Luthor,” she bid him goodbye coldly.
“Miss Lane,” he answered smoothly,” I´m looking forward to reading that article you´ve been working on. Grant had faith in your reporter skills and I hope you´ll prove him right. I must say I was somewhat sceptical when he sang his praises judging by what I had seen thus far. Still, Chloe´s one of the most promising journalists in the business and her blood runs through your veins... I´m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.”
`One of the most promising, eh? Is that why you fired her?´ Those were the lines Lois would have liked to utter, but she knew they might cost her her own job at The Planet so instead she toned them a little bit down. “ If this an attempt to win me over, Luthor... “ she replied with the hand on the doorknob.
“Lo´, “ Chloe interrupted her with a shake of her head to show her it was high time she held her tongue.
“OK, the`muffin peddler´ is on her way out,” sighed Chloe´s cousin, hearing Lex´s chuckle as the apartment door was shut firmly behind her.
The minute General Lane´s eldest daughter had stepped out of the flat Lex felt the atmosphere suddenly change. He looked at Chloe´s back and let his eyes roam over her until they reached her shoulders and her soft nape; she was visibly tense and he was aware he was the one to blame. Still, something felt different somehow as if the wall they had both erected between the two had started to crack.
“Chloe?” he said quietly when he couldn´t stand the silence any longer.
The young woman felt him get closer as she stood by the window with her back to him, trying to control her throbbing heart and the overwhelming urge to cry. No, everything wasn´t all right, and she feared what he might ask- she, who had never let anything stand in her way to get to the truth, now couldn´t handle everything that had been revealed to her when her essence had transferred itself to the man she´d learnt to hate in recent years.
Although she had got many answers, she had also been bombarded with questions that haunted her- questions she wanted replied but, at the same time, feared to ask.
“Why?” she whispered, blinking her eyes to chase away a couple of treacherous tears.”Why are you doing this now, Lex?” she added with a firmer voice.
“It´s my imperfect way to say `I´m sorry´. I know that a lifetime might not be enough to compensate you for what I´ve put you through, Chloe. I thought this could be a first step... giving you something you´re attached to,” he responded, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Then Lois was right. This is a bribe,” she said, finally finding the courage to turn around and face him.
“It could be interpreted as such. I´d like to see it as an olive branch. Coffee´s always been the safest way to your heart,” he smiled faintly.
“The Lex Luthor we all know would have offered me something more valuable to me.”
“Your old job at The Planet? I thought of it but then, I turned down the idea; you would have thrown my Luthor grand gesture in the face. For all your independence you´re still a traditional girl- you wouldn´t have taken back the job if it had entailed being regarded as the boss´ whore by your co-workers.”
`- ... I´ve always known, Lillian. Did you think you could hide something this big from me for ever?
- What are you going to do now, Lionel?
- Do? Oh, I know exactly what I´m going to do!
- I want a divorce.
- Do you think I´ll let you walk away from me, Lillian?
- I don´t love you.
- But you love your son, and you´d do anything to protect him, right?
- What do you want from me?
- You know what I want, Lillian. We´ve discussed it a lot lately.
- I can´t. I won´t.
- You will or Lex will know what kind of a mother he has.
- If I do this... will you promise to leave him alone?
- For now...
-Bastard! He´s an innocent child. What has he done to you?
- Wrong question, my dear. You know what the problem is and there´s only one way to fix it.
- Let me go, Lionel. Let us both go. I don´t want a divorce settlement. Just give me my freedom and you won´t have to see either of us again. You´ll be single again; free to take a new wife.
- And what will you do? Run to him? I´m afraid it´s too late for that. What? Surprised? Oh, I know who he is.
“Chloe? Chloe?” Lex called her insistently, shaking her gently.
“What? “ she answered weakly, coming out of her trance and trying to focus her eyes on Lex.
“Are you sure you´re all right? You seemed to be miles away from here, “ he frowned, seeing the racing pulse on her neck and feeling his own heart starting to hammer as he grudgingly removed his hands from her shoulders.
“I´m fine,” she told him, taking a couple of steps away from him.” What do you want from me, Lex?”
“A second chance,” he told her gravely, boring his blue-grey eyes into her.
“A lot of water has run under the bridge. You can´t buy someone´s forgiveness, Lex,” she responded, biting her lower lip. It was turning out to be really hard to maintain the coldness which had characterised their relationship in the past four years, but she told herself she couldn´t give in so easily or he might start to suspect. Although Chloe knew he wanted to earn her trust, Lex would expect for it not to come easy. “I can´t accept this,” she added, giving him back the deed and the legal papers transferring her the shares.
“Chloe,” he began with a flash of hurt in his eyes.
“I really don´t know why you´ve allowed me to stay here for so long. Hell, I can´t even explain to myself why I haven´t moved out yet.”
“We were... maybe not friends... but partners once, Chloe. After what happened on Black Thursday I felt responsible. It was the least I could do.”
“Are you sure that was the reason? You had another chance to do things right after the Zod debacle and you blew it- you got even more driven and obsessed. I´ve been burnt too many times by the Luthors to believe so readily in miraculous transformations.”
“I´m not my father,” Lex told her gravely.
“Well... you could have fooled me these last years, Lex. There was a time I saw something in you that gave me hope- that told me you were different from him, but you did everything in your power to crush that glimmer of hope.”
“I made countless mistakes in my past. I won´t beg, Chloe. I´ve knelt down and crawled too many times in my life. I just wanted to do something for you, considering how much I´ve hurt you and those close to you. I know it won´t be easy to believe this time will be any different, but I´m planning to make the most of the opportunity I´ve been given. I´d like for you to be part of my life... Clark´s a very lucky guy to have you as his friend and I wish I could call you `my´ friend sometime too. However, if that isn´t in the cards... “
“ You said you wanted to do something for me,” she cut him off, crossing her arms in front of her. She was going to ask him for it; there had been a moment a year ago when she had almost done it, when she´d even considered offering herself in whatever capacity he wanted her- as a guinea pig, as a minion or as someone to warm his bed.
“Name it.”
“If you say `yes´, you won´t erase the past but I´d be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt... My mum... I want to talk to her again.”
“You´re asking the wrong billionaire, Chloe. We both know you and Clark asked Oliver to find her treatment.”
“Her state hasn´t changed. LuthorCorp´s the only corporation which has the technology to help her, Lex.”
“I´m dismantling 33.1, Chloe.”
“But you still got the serum, right?”
“There´s no proof the cure´ll last for ever and the long-term side-effects aren´t known. You´ve seen what refined meteor rock can do to a person...”
“You didn´t have so many qualms when you submitted her to the treatment last year,” she spat at him through clenched teeth.
“I can provide you with the drug, Chloe, if that´s what you want, but...”
“I need to talk with her once more, Lex,” she cut him off.” Or is there something she knows you don´t want her to share with me?”
“I´m just concerned about you. If the drug doesn´t work indefinitely, are you ready to lose her all over again?” he responded, clenching his fists deep in his pocket.
“Send the serum to Queen, Lex, and don´t worry about me. I´ll deal with the consequences myself.”
“All right. Suit yourself,” he shrugged resignedly.
Lex would give her more than just the serum; he owed it to her. `Today´s another day,´ he told himself; deciding it was high time he started getting rid of assets he´d acquired with the idea of controlling and manipulating those who were meddling in LuthorCorp business.
Chloe thought she might be closer to getting some answers. The question now was, would she be ready to accept them?
tbc
CHAPTER 5
Author: Lexie aka lillianschild
Rating: PG-13/15
Spoilers: Everything up to Fracture is up for grabs.
A/N:The sequence of events in this story may not necessarily follow the timeline of the show. I´ve manipulated certain events from the show- including their time frame- to suit my own creative purposes.
Disclaimer: all Superman and Smallville characters belong to DC Comics and Gough & Millar. No infringement's intended.
CHAPTERS 1 & 2
CHAPTER 3: DON´T LEAVE ME
LUTHOR MANSION
The moment the limo parked on the driveway of the mansion and the chauffeur stepped out to open the door for his employer, Lex experienced a sudden bout of dizziness and a pull on his chest as if something were fighting to get free. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his breathing as he clenched his fists to control the pain that was ripping his insides.
“Goodbye, Alex, “ murmured a feminine voice laced with concern before he opened his eyes in bewilderment and the frantic pumping of his heart started to slow down.
“Sir?” asked the chauffeur with a frown when he saw the lost look on his master´s face. “Sir?” he insisted.
Lex unclenched his fists and, swallowing the lump in his throat, pulled up his left cuff to check the time on his Napoleon-franc watch. Two-oh-five.
“Are you feeling all right, Mr Luthor? I can drive you back to the medical centre, sir” said the worried employee.
“I´m fine, Johnson. I´ve been through a lot this last twenty-four hours. I just need to rest; that´s all,” responded Lex with the ghost of a smile as he started to get out of the limo.” You can take the day off. I won´t be needing you, at least, until tomorrow.”
“OK, sir. I´ll take the limo to the garage then,” replied the chauffeur, shutting the door and making his way around the vehicle to the driver´s side.
Lex climbed up the front steps of the castle and walked through the polished mahogany door his British butler was keeping open for him.
“Good afternoon, sir. It´s good to see you back in one piece, “ the dignified servant greeted him.
“Thanks, James. I´ll go up to my room to freshen up. Would you prepare a tray for me and take it to the study? I haven´t eaten lunch today.”
“Hospital food wasn´t up to your standards, sir? “ said the middle-aged man with twist of his lips.
“Mashed pumpkin and artificially-flavoured jello isn´t my idea of gourmet cooking, “replied Lex with a smirk.
“Of course not, sir. I´ll see what we can put together,” came the butler´s response as Lex started to climb up the staircase to the first floor.
In the privacy of his bedroom Lex kicked off his shoes and, taking off his jacket, started to unbutton his dress shirt and unbuckle his belt. He had stripped down to his underwear when his reflection on the full-length mirror made him stop. Only a couple of already greenish bruises bore witness to what had happened the previous night. He touched his old scars with careful fingers- the long one on his flank from two Christmases ago and the one of the stabbing at Club Zero were the scars he spent more time retracing. They were reminders of two decisive moments in his life, moments which had changed the course of history... his own history.
Lex approached the mirror and leant forward to observe his forehead closely. He raised his left hand and gingerly touched the spot where the bullet had pierced the flesh, drilled the frontal bone and started its trajectory through his brain- only there was no physical trace of it, no proof of his fateful encounter in that Detroit scrap yard. A mere couple of bruises, which he knew for certain would have disappeared by the time he woke up the following morning, weren´t reminder enough of what had happened to him before coming out of the coma. He couldn´t remember the last eighteen hours, but any doubt he might have had about its all being a dream had vanished five minutes ago in the limo. He had heard `her´ voice, and a fleeting image of himself- twenty years younger, standing in the middle of a dark corridor- had taken him unawares. `Don´t leave me, ´ his childish voice had said. `Goodbye, Alex, ´ had responded a warm feminine voice charged with regret and something Lex couldn´t pinpoint.
Lillian had begged him to stop looking for answers and he knew it´d be a hard struggle when every bone in his body told him to look for clues in his mind, clues that could lead him to the truth and to that being of light who had pulled him out of the coma and healed his latest injuries.
He stepped under the shower and welcomed the feel of hot water running down his coiled-up muscles- he could use a relaxing massage to relieve the tension which had worsened the months prior to his wedding to Lana. He closed his eyes in an effort to chase away the pain of betrayal and disappointment that overwhelmed him every time he put his defences down. He tried out one of the breathing techniques he´d been taught while recovering from his hellish experience as a castaway; only this time his efforts to empty his mind backfired.
Lex planted both hands on the tiled wall in front of him to steady himself as an overload of disconnected and rapid-fire images popped into his mind- Julian dead in his crib; taking the blame for his baby brother´s death; Lionel manhandling Lillian; getting poisoned by his dad; Duncan´s accidental death; slapping Lana´s face the day she walked out on him and then... warmth and... laughter... his laughter and someone else´s... . He tried to remember what his mother´s laughter sounded like, but he was too stressed out. There hadn´t been much laughter in his life, and the only times he remembered smiling- truly smiling not just putting on a practised smirk- had been when Lionel was abroad on business and Lex spent the holidays with his mum on their ranch in Montana, and the times he had visited Chloe during her exile.
`Don´t leave me, ´echoed a childish voice in his head, and Lex opened his eyes again panting.
He took a minute to stabilise his breathing and then, turned off the tap before coming out of the stall to dry and change into a pair of black trousers and a light-blue dress shirt. As he finished buttoning up he looked at himself in the mirror above the washbasin. His complexion seemed paler than usual, and his eyes had lost that cold intensity he had got used to seeing every day in the looking-glass; there was something in their depths which hadn´t been there in a long time- `hope ´, a flickering light the world had done its best to crush.
`I´ll always be there. ´
THE TALON- 5.30 p.m.
The coffee shop had opened its doors half an hour before, in time for the regular influx of patrons that swarmed on Friday afternoons, when school was over for the week and Smallville´s teenagers hung out with their friends to make plans for Saturday evening. The house was packed, and Lois- who was earning a few extra bucks waiting on tables and controlling the till- had her hands full behind the counter as she filled orders, charged the customers and supervised the waitresses without aid.
“Hey, Darleen! “called out General Lane´s eldest daughter. “I need to step away for a few minutes. Could you take these two orders to the booths at the back?” she asked one of the waitresses.
“Sure, Miss Lane ,” responded the twenty-something, grabbing the tray that Lois had left on the counter.
“Thanks. You´re a doll, “ sighed the exhausted brunette.” I want to check on my cuz, “ She added, locking the till.
Chloe was cooped up in the apartment and hadn´t come down to drink her habitual jumbo cup of mocha with a piece of pecan and chocolate pie. It was not like her to remain immune to the enticing smell of caffeine wafting up from the coffee house, and Clark´s clumsy cloak-and-dagger routine had piqued Lois´ interest even more. Lois knew her younger cousin well enough to be able to tell when she was using her beaming smile to cover up what she was actually feeling.
“A frothy cup of java and a piece of this freshly-baked pie will do the trick,” murmured Lois, replacing the cover to keep the pastry fresh. `Shoot! What´s cue ball doing here? He collects freaks at 33.1, but he sure is the weirdest of them all. How the heck did he survive that shooting? Oh, no, mister! You aren´t getting closer to Kara again if I have anything to say in the matter, rambled Lois to herself.´
Zor-El´s only daughter was sitting alone at a small table, sipping a tall glass of orange juice and listening to her favourite song on her MP3 player, when the patrician, bald man she had met at the coffee shop in Detroit materialised in front of her.
“Hey!” she smiled, removing the earphones and inviting him to sit down.
“I hope I´m not interrupting,” he responded warmly.
“You are not. I was just trying to reacquaint with myself, if that makes any sense,” she fidgeted, looking into his blue-grey eyes with the ghost of a smile.
“I know the feeling,” he answered, holding her baby-blues and wondering if he was strong enough to resist the temptation to pursue his original plan.” Any luck so far?”
“No,” she shook her head.” Lois and Clark seem nice people but... .”
“Look, I know I told you I´d help you... and I don´t intend to back down... but I believe the best way to...” he began, leaning forward.
“What are you doing here, Mr Luthor?” glared Lois.
“The last time I checked I was co-owner of this coffee shop, and your employer, Miss Lane. By the way, I´m glad to see you´re all right. It seems we´re both made of resilient stuff,” he smirked.
“Yeah... well...” she fumed. “Can I have a word with you?”
“You might not have noticed it, but I was in the middle of a conversation when you made your presence known,” he cocked an eyebrow.” Why don´t you take that tray away before someone complains? I´ll be right up,” he added, curving a smile when he saw the volatile brunette boil.” Now, Miss Kent, where were we?”
“Kara,” smiled the blonde teenager, stealing a glance at Chloe´s cousin.
Lois gripped the tray tighter and tried to control her temper, telling herself not only her roof but her position at The Planet were at stake if she dared alienate LuthorCorp´s CEO. She´d have to find the moment to talk to the amnesiac girl alone.
Shooting a murderous last glance at the coldly urbane billionaire, General Lane´s daughter made her way to the stairs which led to the apartment above.
“As I was saying... I believe the best thing for you to do now is to be around family and people who care about you.”
“What about the treatment you suggested in Detroit?” she frowned.
“The mind´s a very complex mechanism that´s better left alone, Kara. I´ve been both a willing and an unwilling lab rat. I´m still missing several weeks of my life courtesy of my dad. Believe me, Kara, I know what´s like to want to remember only to come up against a brick wall,” he responded gravely. “Desperation can lead to making decisions which you might come to regret later on.”
“But you said the procedure was harmless,” she insisted.
”Not even the best precautions can prevent something from going wrong and, if something were to happen to you during the procedure, I would never forgive myself,” he responded passionately.
Kara eyed him with a puzzled look on her face and the billionaire took a deep breath before resuming his discourse.
“I know you don´t remember it, but you saved my life a few months ago and, for that, I´m eternally indebted to you. What´s more, it´s always been my policy to protect those who have been nice to me and- in your case- it was more than not giving me the cold shoulder. As you must have noticed, neither my kin nor I are well-regarded in this community. Friends are a luxury no amount of money can buy and the ones I had... well... let´s just say one of them died at a very young age and the other one... he gave up on me.”
“Why?”
"I´m afraid it´s too complex an issue to discuss over a cup of coffee. Besides, I wouldn´t like to burden you with my problems, you already have your plate full as it is. I´ve got to take care of something now; I´ll leave you to your music.”
“Lex?” she started to get up, stretching an arm to detain him.
“You´ll be OK, Kara. You couldn´t have a better family than the Kents. I wish I had been that lucky.”
“I´m scared,” she murmured.
“You can count on me if you need someone to talk to. You know where to find me, but I´ve got a feeling your cousin Clark´ll be much more adequate than me to help you sort out your identity,” he replied, standing next to the table and squeezing her arm gently.
“Can I ask you a question?” she said in a low voice not to attract the patrons´ attention.
“Sure, if it´s in my power to answer it,” he smirked.
“Yesterday... when you tried to rescue us... you were... I saw him pull the trigger... Lois and I saw you lying on the ground... with a bullet in the middle of your brow... How...?”
“I´m afraid that´s a question for God- if you happen to believe in him,” he responded with the ghost of a smile.
“You haven´t got a scratch,” she added, squinting and raising a hand to touch his forehead.
“When you have lived as long as I have in this town, you learn anything is possible... even the most bizarre,” he acknowledged.
“But we weren´t in Smallville. And... I know what I saw...”
“I´m as baffled as you are, Kara, but I´ve learnt along the way that trying to get all the answers can lead you to very dangerous places- dark paths you swore you´d never tread. It became an obsession for me, and obsession is a double-edged weapon- it can prove to be the way to greatness when it pushes you to achieve things no one has ever dared dream of but it can also be your doom,” he explained gravely.
“But aren´t you a tad curious about it? I mean you´ve survived a fatal injury. “
“Curious? Of course, I´m curious. And, believe me, there´s a part of me which wants to find out the truth about what happened in Detroit yesterday. I´ve searched for answers all my life, Kara, lived for the thrill of the quest until I became the man I´d sworn I´d never be,” he told her passionately.
“It´s hard being you, isn´t it?” she said sympathetically.
“A man´s born into his life, but it´s up to him what he chooses to do with it. I´ve been misunderstood, misjudged and betrayed many times in my life by people I cared about, but there are lots of things I wish I had done differently. I´ve been given another chance and I intend to make the most of it. I know it must be frightening not knowing who you are, and where you come from, but listen to a pro: Take this amnesia of yours as a clean slate, an opportunity to start afresh.”
“Why would I want to start afresh? I had a life before this happened to me,” she whined.” Do you know something you aren´t telling me?” she added, cocking an eyebrow.
“Talk to your cousin, Kara. I won´t interfere in Kent business again. I admired your uncle a lot but he was never able to see beyond my name, and Clark´s turned out to be a lot like Jonathan. Don´t get me wrong- he´s a nice kid, but he doesn´t think too much of me right now. I wouldn´t like to make matters worse for either you or me. Trust me, everything´ll be sorted out if you get him to be straight with you. Although we were close friends once, he never really trusted me. Still, you´re family and, somehow, I believe that´ll make the difference.”
“You´re talking in riddles, Lex. I´m more confused now than when you crossed that door,” she frowned.
“Clark Kent´s an enigma I´ve wanted to unravel ever since I set foot in this town. Don´t let the farm boy appearance fool you, Kara; he´s much more interesting than he seems.”
“More than you are?” she smirked.
“I should be flattered, I guess. Don´t say that in front of your Clark, though, or I´ll have him barging in my study crying havoc,” he smiled smugly. “It´s been nice seeing you again, Kara. Take care.”
“You too, Lex. I hope you´ll find what you´re looking for,” she responded warmly.
“So do I,” he smiled back.
CHAPTER 4: Requests
THE APARTMENT ABOVE THE TALON- 5.40 p.m
Chloe was stretched out on the sofa- her body propped up against some colourful cushions she had bought at a hippie fair in Metropolis last summer- when Lois entered carrying a tray with two smoky cups of coffee and some pie.
The blonde reporter wrapped her body in the duvet she had grabbed off the bed and blew her nose with the last tissue left in the box. She wished Lois had knocked at the door before walking on a very private moment. Chloe berated herself for her stupidity- she should have locked the door to keep everyone away.
“Hi, Chlo´! I´ve brought you some coffee and a piece of your favourite pie,” smiled Lois as she set the stuff down on the coffee table.” You don´t look well. How are you?” she frowned, observing her cousin´s puffy nose and red-rimmed eyes.
“Don´t look at me that way, Lo´. It´s just a damn cold or something. I´ll be up and about tomorrow morning,” she said, clearing her voice.
“You haven´t answered your phone since yesterday and, when I asked Clark about you, he darted glances all over the place and babbled some stupid answer,” responded the elder cousin, watching Chloe take a few sips of her coffee with her eyes closed.
“Don´t blame him, Lo´. He was just doing what he thought was best. He knows what you´re like... Look at the way you´re fussing over me because of a stupid cold,” exclaimed the snarky blonde, folding the screen of her laptop to prevent Lois from snooping into what she´d been researching.
“Don´t lie to me, Chloe. I can smell something rotten here. Come on, cuz, spit it out. I really don´t feel like beating around the bush. I´ve already had cue ball dismiss me like a stupid kid,” she glared, pacing up and down the room.
“Lex?” gulped Chloe, scalding her throat with the hot coffee.
“Yes, Lazarus. He´s a f*cking freak, that´s what he is and a constant pain in the butt. If he weren´t the owner of The Planet, he´d have to hear me out,” she fumed not noticing the sudden pallor on Chloe´s face. “I´ve never understood it. How come he´s allowed you to stay here after everything you´ve written against him and everything he´s done to you and your mum? And... you´ve never said anything about moving out. It´s been more than a year, Chlo´” replied the brunette, sitting down on the sofa.
“Getting an apartment in Metropolis- one I could afford with a rookie´s salary- isn´t that easy, Lois. Besides... Lex isn´t the only owner of The Talon,” said Chloe, pinching the fork in the pecan pie.
“Yeah, right. Let´s not forget Clark´s fairytale princess,” said Lois snidely.
“By the way, have you noticed anything amiss between those two lately? This morning you could cut the air with a knife around them,” she prodded on while Chloe zoned out.
Why had Lex allowed her to move in and make her home in that apartment after Black Thursday? Well, she´d had several theories- none of which had prepared her for the answer she got while being in Lex´s mind; it was a response which changed everything. As to the reason for her accepting Lana´s offer to live above The Talon knowing Lex was co-owner of the property, Chloe´d never dared stop to analyse it. Although she´d never been afraid to dig up the truth and face the consequences, this was one truth her rational half found hard to handle. That summer, four years ago, she thought there could be no greater pain than having her best friend and secret crush choose Lana over her time and time again. How naïve she´d been! She hadn´t been prepared for what was to come next.
“Chlo´, are you listening to me?” Lois interrupted the blonde´s musings when she realised her cousin was staring at the door of the apartment. “Chlo´? “ she insisted, stretching an arm to brush a few strands of fair hair off Chloe´s face. “Sweetie, what´s wrong?”
Lex reached the first floor determined to face the person whose enmity he had cemented four years ago when fate had shown its ugliest face and he had been forced to hurt them both. It hadn´t been an easy decision but he had been left no option. No, at that moment, he cursed Lionel Luthor and thanked God for having spared him any additional guilt.
He walked purposefully to the door of the apartment, which had once been inhabited by the woman he´d thought could fill the void Chloe had left, give him what he´d never be able to have with Clark´s best friend. He raised his left hand and, after a split-second hesitation, knocked on the door.
“Damn! “ exclaimed Lois through clenched teeth.” I forgot cue ball said he´d be up in a few minutes. I can´t pretend I´m not here, Chlo´, he´s seen me climbing up with the tray. If you´d rather...” she continued in a concerned voice.
“It´s OK, Lo´. The sooner we hear what he´s got to say the sooner he´ll be on his way,” Chloe cut her off with a small smile and an assumed calmness she was far from feeling.
“Mr Luthor, “ responded a collected Chloe, standing up from the sofa not to give him the advantage of speaking to her from a vantage point.
“Are you OK?” he asked, noticing the ashen paleness of her freckled
complexion.
“I´m fine, thanks. I´ve caught a twenty-four-hour bug or something. To what do we owe the honour of your visit?” she told him, making an effort to hold the look of his intense blue-grey eyes, which she knew were almost all-seeing.
“Well, I´ll make it brief,” he replied, slipping his left hand inside the overcoat and taking out some folded legal papers which he handed over to Chloe.
“What´s this?” frowned the blonde reporter, grabbing them with a frown.
“Eviction papers, Luthor?”snapped Lois, rushing to her cousin´s side to take a peek at the documents.
“On the contrary, Miss Lane. It´s a deed of property in your name, Chloe. I´m transferring the ownership of the building to you and...” he added, extracting an envelope, “I´m also giving you my share in this business.”
“What are you trying to do, Luthor? Buy her off?” hissed Lois.
“Lo´,” Chloe cut her off with a pleading look in her eyes,” let me handle this. Could you... could you give us a few moments alone, please?”
“But Chloe, don´t you see...?” the brunette pressed on.
“Lois, I don´t need you or anyone to speak for me. I appreciate your intention, but if you´ll excuse us, I want to have a word with Lex alone, “ Chloe said to Lois, gently pushing her out of the room.
“All right, cuz. We´ll talk after closing time,” she complied, shooting a warning glance at Lex, who responded with a cocked eyebrow and a smug smile.”Mr Luthor,” she bid him goodbye coldly.
“Miss Lane,” he answered smoothly,” I´m looking forward to reading that article you´ve been working on. Grant had faith in your reporter skills and I hope you´ll prove him right. I must say I was somewhat sceptical when he sang his praises judging by what I had seen thus far. Still, Chloe´s one of the most promising journalists in the business and her blood runs through your veins... I´m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.”
`One of the most promising, eh? Is that why you fired her?´ Those were the lines Lois would have liked to utter, but she knew they might cost her her own job at The Planet so instead she toned them a little bit down. “ If this an attempt to win me over, Luthor... “ she replied with the hand on the doorknob.
“Lo´, “ Chloe interrupted her with a shake of her head to show her it was high time she held her tongue.
“OK, the`muffin peddler´ is on her way out,” sighed Chloe´s cousin, hearing Lex´s chuckle as the apartment door was shut firmly behind her.
The minute General Lane´s eldest daughter had stepped out of the flat Lex felt the atmosphere suddenly change. He looked at Chloe´s back and let his eyes roam over her until they reached her shoulders and her soft nape; she was visibly tense and he was aware he was the one to blame. Still, something felt different somehow as if the wall they had both erected between the two had started to crack.
“Chloe?” he said quietly when he couldn´t stand the silence any longer.
The young woman felt him get closer as she stood by the window with her back to him, trying to control her throbbing heart and the overwhelming urge to cry. No, everything wasn´t all right, and she feared what he might ask- she, who had never let anything stand in her way to get to the truth, now couldn´t handle everything that had been revealed to her when her essence had transferred itself to the man she´d learnt to hate in recent years.
Although she had got many answers, she had also been bombarded with questions that haunted her- questions she wanted replied but, at the same time, feared to ask.
“Why?” she whispered, blinking her eyes to chase away a couple of treacherous tears.”Why are you doing this now, Lex?” she added with a firmer voice.
“It´s my imperfect way to say `I´m sorry´. I know that a lifetime might not be enough to compensate you for what I´ve put you through, Chloe. I thought this could be a first step... giving you something you´re attached to,” he responded, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Then Lois was right. This is a bribe,” she said, finally finding the courage to turn around and face him.
“It could be interpreted as such. I´d like to see it as an olive branch. Coffee´s always been the safest way to your heart,” he smiled faintly.
“The Lex Luthor we all know would have offered me something more valuable to me.”
“Your old job at The Planet? I thought of it but then, I turned down the idea; you would have thrown my Luthor grand gesture in the face. For all your independence you´re still a traditional girl- you wouldn´t have taken back the job if it had entailed being regarded as the boss´ whore by your co-workers.”
`- ... I´ve always known, Lillian. Did you think you could hide something this big from me for ever?
- What are you going to do now, Lionel?
- Do? Oh, I know exactly what I´m going to do!
- I want a divorce.
- Do you think I´ll let you walk away from me, Lillian?
- I don´t love you.
- But you love your son, and you´d do anything to protect him, right?
- What do you want from me?
- You know what I want, Lillian. We´ve discussed it a lot lately.
- I can´t. I won´t.
- You will or Lex will know what kind of a mother he has.
- If I do this... will you promise to leave him alone?
- For now...
-Bastard! He´s an innocent child. What has he done to you?
- Wrong question, my dear. You know what the problem is and there´s only one way to fix it.
- Let me go, Lionel. Let us both go. I don´t want a divorce settlement. Just give me my freedom and you won´t have to see either of us again. You´ll be single again; free to take a new wife.
- And what will you do? Run to him? I´m afraid it´s too late for that. What? Surprised? Oh, I know who he is.
“Chloe? Chloe?” Lex called her insistently, shaking her gently.
“What? “ she answered weakly, coming out of her trance and trying to focus her eyes on Lex.
“Are you sure you´re all right? You seemed to be miles away from here, “ he frowned, seeing the racing pulse on her neck and feeling his own heart starting to hammer as he grudgingly removed his hands from her shoulders.
“I´m fine,” she told him, taking a couple of steps away from him.” What do you want from me, Lex?”
“A second chance,” he told her gravely, boring his blue-grey eyes into her.
“A lot of water has run under the bridge. You can´t buy someone´s forgiveness, Lex,” she responded, biting her lower lip. It was turning out to be really hard to maintain the coldness which had characterised their relationship in the past four years, but she told herself she couldn´t give in so easily or he might start to suspect. Although Chloe knew he wanted to earn her trust, Lex would expect for it not to come easy. “I can´t accept this,” she added, giving him back the deed and the legal papers transferring her the shares.
“Chloe,” he began with a flash of hurt in his eyes.
“I really don´t know why you´ve allowed me to stay here for so long. Hell, I can´t even explain to myself why I haven´t moved out yet.”
“We were... maybe not friends... but partners once, Chloe. After what happened on Black Thursday I felt responsible. It was the least I could do.”
“Are you sure that was the reason? You had another chance to do things right after the Zod debacle and you blew it- you got even more driven and obsessed. I´ve been burnt too many times by the Luthors to believe so readily in miraculous transformations.”
“I´m not my father,” Lex told her gravely.
“Well... you could have fooled me these last years, Lex. There was a time I saw something in you that gave me hope- that told me you were different from him, but you did everything in your power to crush that glimmer of hope.”
“I made countless mistakes in my past. I won´t beg, Chloe. I´ve knelt down and crawled too many times in my life. I just wanted to do something for you, considering how much I´ve hurt you and those close to you. I know it won´t be easy to believe this time will be any different, but I´m planning to make the most of the opportunity I´ve been given. I´d like for you to be part of my life... Clark´s a very lucky guy to have you as his friend and I wish I could call you `my´ friend sometime too. However, if that isn´t in the cards... “
“ You said you wanted to do something for me,” she cut him off, crossing her arms in front of her. She was going to ask him for it; there had been a moment a year ago when she had almost done it, when she´d even considered offering herself in whatever capacity he wanted her- as a guinea pig, as a minion or as someone to warm his bed.
“Name it.”
“If you say `yes´, you won´t erase the past but I´d be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt... My mum... I want to talk to her again.”
“You´re asking the wrong billionaire, Chloe. We both know you and Clark asked Oliver to find her treatment.”
“Her state hasn´t changed. LuthorCorp´s the only corporation which has the technology to help her, Lex.”
“I´m dismantling 33.1, Chloe.”
“But you still got the serum, right?”
“There´s no proof the cure´ll last for ever and the long-term side-effects aren´t known. You´ve seen what refined meteor rock can do to a person...”
“You didn´t have so many qualms when you submitted her to the treatment last year,” she spat at him through clenched teeth.
“I can provide you with the drug, Chloe, if that´s what you want, but...”
“I need to talk with her once more, Lex,” she cut him off.” Or is there something she knows you don´t want her to share with me?”
“I´m just concerned about you. If the drug doesn´t work indefinitely, are you ready to lose her all over again?” he responded, clenching his fists deep in his pocket.
“Send the serum to Queen, Lex, and don´t worry about me. I´ll deal with the consequences myself.”
“All right. Suit yourself,” he shrugged resignedly.
Lex would give her more than just the serum; he owed it to her. `Today´s another day,´ he told himself; deciding it was high time he started getting rid of assets he´d acquired with the idea of controlling and manipulating those who were meddling in LuthorCorp business.
Chloe thought she might be closer to getting some answers. The question now was, would she be ready to accept them?
tbc
CHAPTER 5