Wet

Wet

I don’t own Smallville.

Summary: Chloe gets herself cursed and the crazy comes to town. This story will contain male/male action and lots of language (cuz I lurve to use it.)

Prologue

Chloe ran across the wooden floor, going down on her knees beside Clark’s unconscious form, picking up the angry green meteor rock, and throwing it out the window with a crash of shattering glass. She shook him, saying his name, trying to get him to snap out of it. Well, at least he was still breathing. That was a good thing.

“Well, look what we have here, Basil,” a silky voice said from across the room, making her look up from Clark.

There she was, the crazy bitch in red.

“Kelly,” Chloe said, slowly getting to her feet, eyeing the solid black pussy she was caressing in her arms. “I can help you.”

“Oh, really,” she smiled with pearly whites, letting the cat go, and snapped her fingers, causing the doors and windows to slam shut. “But, who is going to help you, pudding?”

Chloe felt panic sinking its claws into her. “What is it that you want?”

“Oh, what do I want?” Kelly laughed, walking towards her in six inch stilettos, looking at the window. “Oh me, oh my, why did you have to go and break the window for?”

Fire flashed to life in the brick fireplace where a big black cauldron was on to boil, making Chloe jump in the dancing shadows. The cat hissed, jumping over Clark to land on the black leather sofa.

Why the hell wasn’t Clark waking up? The damn kryptonite was gone.

“Well?” Chloe asked, backing up from the six foot six blond that could be a model for Vogue. “How did you find out about Clark being allergic to meteor rock?”

Kelly cocked her head to the side. “Oh, I didn’t know. I just smacked him across the back of the head with the nearest object I could get my pretty little hands on. That rock just happened to be a paperweight on the desk in the other room.”

“Shit,” Chloe hissed under her breath.

“You know what,” she said, holding up an index finger. “He did look a little green now that you mention it, how odd.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. That was Clark. He was always charging in like a bull without thinking most of the time.

“Now, lucky for you, I have a quota to fill, Chloe,” she said, smiling with devil red lips that shimmered like rubies. “Or else my boss is going to get pissy and chew my flawless ass out.”

“Huh?” Chloe asked, backing up, getting closer and closer to the iron poker that was beside the fireplace.

“Congratulations, Miss Sullivan,” Kelly laughed, reaching into a red velvet bag, throwing ruby red glitter into the air. “You’re the next lucky person to have their hearts desire fulfilled.”

“What the hell are you on about, Kel?” Chloe asked, bumping into the poker, knocking it over.

Shit!

“What is it you desire more than anything in this whole wide world, Chloe?” She asked. Her long blond hair was shimmering like gold in the firelight.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Chloe hissed. “You hurt Clark.”

Kelly looked over where the handsome young man was laying out spread eagled on the floor. Yes, he was out cold. The poor thing was going to have such a bump and one bitch of a headache when he wakes up.

“Tick-tock, Chloe,” she said, tapping her golden wristwatch. “Make your wish and I’ll go away and you’ll never see me again.”

“You really are crazy,” Chloe snarled, picking up the poker, only to scream when it turned into a snapping snake. She dropped it and it hit the ground with a metallic clang. It was only a poker.

“Make your wish,” Kelly said in a really deep voice.

“Wow, you sounded like a man there for a minute,” Chloe said, smirking at her. “Are you sure you’re not a drag queen?”

Kelly’s eyes turned black as pitch.

Chloe looked at her with big green eyes. What the hell was she?

Kelly saw the way she would look at Clark. It was the look of love and wanting him to love her like she loves him.

She was suddenly standing over Clark in a blink, looking at her.

“You love this man,” she smiled, looking down at him with onyx eyes. “But, he does not return the feelings you so desperately crave.”

“I wouldn’t say desperately,” Chloe sneered at her. “But, yes, I do love him.”

“Granted,” Kelly said, turning from her, picking up her pussy, and began walking towards the door.

“What?” Chloe asked in confusion. “What’s been granted?”

Kelly ignored her.

“Hey!” Chloe yelled, racing out the door after her. “What did you do?”

“What I was sent here to do,” Kelly grinned to herself. “Be happy, Chloe.”

Chloe watched in shock as she seemed to vanish in a wisp of silver smoke.

“Chloe!” Clark called out with a groan.

She turned, running back inside, seeing the big dumb alien stumbling to his feet. He was looking around in confusion and anger. “Where is she?”

“Gone,” Chloe said, walking over to hug him. “She just left.”

“What the heck?” Clark asked, sounding shocked as hell.

Chloe let him go and gasped when she turned around. The whole house was empty, covered in dust, cobwebs were everywhere, and the walls were cracked with age. They were standing in the abandoned Wallace House.

“Okay,” Chloe said. “We knew this place was abandoned, right?”

Clark nodded. “It has been for years.”

“Then why did we…” She tried to say, but was cut off by the sound of police sirens in the distance. Apparently they were breaking and entering.

“Come on,” Clark said, picking her up in his arms, and they were gone in a whoosh.

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“Are you sure you’re all right?” Chloe asked, checking his head, seeing it was fine.

“For the tenth time, yes,” he said, ducking away from her.

She laughed. “I’m only making sure nothing was knocked loose in there.”

“I’m okay,” he said, walking over to look out the loft window. “What made her leave? What did she want to begin with?”

Chloe thought it stupid to tell him what the psychotic witch had said, so, she just shrugged instead. “I don’t know. She just said she was going away and I would never see her again.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, turning away from the stars to look at her. “She knocked Lex out, stole his Jag, and led us to that house which we knew was abandoned and yet…”

Chloe nodded. “It doesn’t make a lot of sense, does it?”

Clark shook his head. “Nope.”

She felt like he needed a piece of straw between his teeth and a cowboy hat on when he said that. It was a very funny image.

“Well,” she said, wondering what the hell the witch had granted. Clark seemed normal. “I need to get back to the Talon. I have work tomorrow.”

Clark nodded his head. “Buckle up and call me if…”

“I always do,” she said, cutting him off, turning to leave. “Goodnight, Clark.”

“Night.”

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The sound of her annoying alarm clock bellowing in her ears woke her up that morning at five. She groaned as she crawled out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready. She looked out the window as she passed by to see that it was dark and really foggy.

She turned the hot water on and let it run for a bit as she adjusted the temperature. She simply loved a hot shower in the mornings. She stepped in and closed the curtain.

The moment the water hit her body she began to feel really funny. Well, actually, her whole body began to feel really funny. She shook her head, thinking it was nothing, only for sudden dizziness to take over.

She pushed the curtain aside, stumbling out of the white marble tub to lean against the sink. She was soaking wet and dripping water everywhere.

All of a sudden, the strange sensations vanished. She stood up, took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and wiped the fog from the mirror.

Her eyes widened in shock at what was looking back at her. Yes, there was a beautiful blond in the mirror, but, it was a boy.

She put her hands to her non-existent breasts, gasping in shock. She ever so slowly looked down at what was hanging between her legs, and screamed like a man.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. Yes, I am crazy, but, isn’t it wonderful?

Flora.