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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,048
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Morning After
A/N: I have to say, this story is just fun. But please, let me know how canon my characters seem. I am trying. As always, please read and review!
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Chloe shook her head as she brushed her teeth, trying to get the images of the dream out of her head. Come on, it was Lex Luthor for chrissakes! She'd had a dream or two about Clark before, but that had been years ago, in high school. She'd grown out of hopeless crushes. Besides, she did NOT have a crush on Lex Luthor. Clark had been her ideal man, and Lex was everything that Clark wasn't: ruthless, power-hungry, and spoiled. That was not what she looked for in a man. The only thing they had in common was that they were both completely unattainable, and full of secrets.
She sighed, walking out of the bathroom that connected her dorm and the one on her right. Luckily, the other girl was a late sleeper, so there was never really any battle over who got to use it when.
It was her third year in college. She'd gotten a full journalism scholarship to Metropolis University and she was also interning at the Daily Planet. She glanced a moment at the Wall of Weird, which she'd brought with her to college, and her eyes landed on the picture of Lex Luthor. She quickly rolled her eyes and slung her bag over her shoulder, heading out to Psychology.
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"Dreams can be a link to our subconscious mind. Problems and desires we are unwilling to face during our waking hours are confronted during sleep. It is our subconscious’s way of trying to let us know what it is thinking."
Chloe groaned slightly. It just figured, didn't it?
"Miss Sullivan, do you have something to say?" the professor asked, looking down at her over his glasses.
"Well, can't dreams just be nonsense, a collection of images that your mind uses while you sleep?"
"There are different schools of thought as to what dreams can mean. One of the schools does believe as you do, that dreams aren't really significant to day to day life. I, however, disagree. It seems to me that it is our darkest desires and toughest problems that are confronted in dreams. If you feel powerless in your life, you can dream of being a superhero, saving the day for yourself and others."
Chloe sighed as the professor continued. She hadn't meant to start a big discussion, only to cover up for herself.
When the class ended, she made her way to the cafeteria, where Lana and Clark were waiting for her.
"Hey Lana, how's the Talon going?" Chloe forced all thoughts of her dream out of her head.
Lana smiled. "It's doing great. I've decided to start a midnight movie on Fridays."
"That sounds great, Lana. And how about you, Clark?"
"I'm doing good. That bike messenger job is turning out really well."
Lana looked at Clark a moment. "I didn't know you owned a bike."
Clark chuckled slightly. "Oh, uh, the company provides one. I'm their fastest deliver...er." He shrugged and smiled his charming All-American smile, and Chloe laughed a bit. It was good to have something to take her mind off the previous night.
"Oh and Chloe, I have something for you," Lana said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a thermos. "It's that Kenyan roast you've been bugging me to get. I brewed some before I left this morning and brought it for you. It's still hot." Lana wiggled the thermos back and forth in front of Chloe for a moment before she snatched it with a grin. She used to not like coffee that much, but with taking a full load of courses as well as interning at a major newspaper, she had acquired a taste for it over many late nights.
"So, Chloe, what are your plans for the big birthday bash?" Clark smiled, “The one I won’t be able to attend.” He looked her in the eyes, pretending offense.
“You say that as though it’s my fault you’re only twenty, and will be for many more months.” Chloe grinned. Her twenty-first birthday party was coming, and she was excited to finally become a full-fledged adult, with all the rights and privileges of one.
She glanced up at the clock in the cafeteria. “Damn!” she sighed, standing up to gather her things together and stuff a piece of tuna fish sandwich in her mouth. “I gotta go guys; I have a junior staff meeting at the Daily Planet in a half an hour.” She smiled and ran off, leaving Clark and Lana behind to finish their meals.
“Clark, Chloe seems to disappear as often as you did in high school,” Lana grinned.
“Oh, speaking of, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight; I’m going back to Smallville to visit my parents. Maybe I’ll stop by the Talon.”
Before she had time to form a response, Clark was gone. Lana shook her head, picking up her tray and setting it on the conveyor belt. At least they were both nice enough to clean up after themselves.
****
Chloe sighed slightly as she sat at the meeting. These things were in general pretty boring. Mr. Jordan, how’s that dog show story coming? Lisa, what about your conservation piece? She knew they were lucky to get any jobs at all, but damn, those stories they did get were absolutely boring.
“Chloe, here’s your new piece.”
Chloe was snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of a story. It might be boring, but it was an article of her own.
“Chloe, you’ve got the Luthor piece. I need you to do a short interview with Lex Luthor about what it takes to become successful in business. We’re running it in the teen section of the paper to encourage more kids to have ambition. Lex is the youngest CEO in the country. Besides, I hear you already know him. It will make the interview go really smooth.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped, but she quickly made an effort to close her mouth and give her supervisor a nod.
“I’ll, uh, get right on” –him- “it, sir.”
“Good, because you’re scheduled to interview him tomorrow.”
“But sir, I’ve got classes tomorrow, and then there’s-"
“No buts. It’s in the evening, seven o’clock, at his mansion in Smallville. I suggest you put in an appearance. Now all of you get out of here,” he said with a good natured flourish of his hands. “Meeting adjourned.”
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Chloe shook her head as she brushed her teeth, trying to get the images of the dream out of her head. Come on, it was Lex Luthor for chrissakes! She'd had a dream or two about Clark before, but that had been years ago, in high school. She'd grown out of hopeless crushes. Besides, she did NOT have a crush on Lex Luthor. Clark had been her ideal man, and Lex was everything that Clark wasn't: ruthless, power-hungry, and spoiled. That was not what she looked for in a man. The only thing they had in common was that they were both completely unattainable, and full of secrets.
She sighed, walking out of the bathroom that connected her dorm and the one on her right. Luckily, the other girl was a late sleeper, so there was never really any battle over who got to use it when.
It was her third year in college. She'd gotten a full journalism scholarship to Metropolis University and she was also interning at the Daily Planet. She glanced a moment at the Wall of Weird, which she'd brought with her to college, and her eyes landed on the picture of Lex Luthor. She quickly rolled her eyes and slung her bag over her shoulder, heading out to Psychology.
****
"Dreams can be a link to our subconscious mind. Problems and desires we are unwilling to face during our waking hours are confronted during sleep. It is our subconscious’s way of trying to let us know what it is thinking."
Chloe groaned slightly. It just figured, didn't it?
"Miss Sullivan, do you have something to say?" the professor asked, looking down at her over his glasses.
"Well, can't dreams just be nonsense, a collection of images that your mind uses while you sleep?"
"There are different schools of thought as to what dreams can mean. One of the schools does believe as you do, that dreams aren't really significant to day to day life. I, however, disagree. It seems to me that it is our darkest desires and toughest problems that are confronted in dreams. If you feel powerless in your life, you can dream of being a superhero, saving the day for yourself and others."
Chloe sighed as the professor continued. She hadn't meant to start a big discussion, only to cover up for herself.
When the class ended, she made her way to the cafeteria, where Lana and Clark were waiting for her.
"Hey Lana, how's the Talon going?" Chloe forced all thoughts of her dream out of her head.
Lana smiled. "It's doing great. I've decided to start a midnight movie on Fridays."
"That sounds great, Lana. And how about you, Clark?"
"I'm doing good. That bike messenger job is turning out really well."
Lana looked at Clark a moment. "I didn't know you owned a bike."
Clark chuckled slightly. "Oh, uh, the company provides one. I'm their fastest deliver...er." He shrugged and smiled his charming All-American smile, and Chloe laughed a bit. It was good to have something to take her mind off the previous night.
"Oh and Chloe, I have something for you," Lana said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a thermos. "It's that Kenyan roast you've been bugging me to get. I brewed some before I left this morning and brought it for you. It's still hot." Lana wiggled the thermos back and forth in front of Chloe for a moment before she snatched it with a grin. She used to not like coffee that much, but with taking a full load of courses as well as interning at a major newspaper, she had acquired a taste for it over many late nights.
"So, Chloe, what are your plans for the big birthday bash?" Clark smiled, “The one I won’t be able to attend.” He looked her in the eyes, pretending offense.
“You say that as though it’s my fault you’re only twenty, and will be for many more months.” Chloe grinned. Her twenty-first birthday party was coming, and she was excited to finally become a full-fledged adult, with all the rights and privileges of one.
She glanced up at the clock in the cafeteria. “Damn!” she sighed, standing up to gather her things together and stuff a piece of tuna fish sandwich in her mouth. “I gotta go guys; I have a junior staff meeting at the Daily Planet in a half an hour.” She smiled and ran off, leaving Clark and Lana behind to finish their meals.
“Clark, Chloe seems to disappear as often as you did in high school,” Lana grinned.
“Oh, speaking of, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight; I’m going back to Smallville to visit my parents. Maybe I’ll stop by the Talon.”
Before she had time to form a response, Clark was gone. Lana shook her head, picking up her tray and setting it on the conveyor belt. At least they were both nice enough to clean up after themselves.
****
Chloe sighed slightly as she sat at the meeting. These things were in general pretty boring. Mr. Jordan, how’s that dog show story coming? Lisa, what about your conservation piece? She knew they were lucky to get any jobs at all, but damn, those stories they did get were absolutely boring.
“Chloe, here’s your new piece.”
Chloe was snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of a story. It might be boring, but it was an article of her own.
“Chloe, you’ve got the Luthor piece. I need you to do a short interview with Lex Luthor about what it takes to become successful in business. We’re running it in the teen section of the paper to encourage more kids to have ambition. Lex is the youngest CEO in the country. Besides, I hear you already know him. It will make the interview go really smooth.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped, but she quickly made an effort to close her mouth and give her supervisor a nod.
“I’ll, uh, get right on” –him- “it, sir.”
“Good, because you’re scheduled to interview him tomorrow.”
“But sir, I’ve got classes tomorrow, and then there’s-"
“No buts. It’s in the evening, seven o’clock, at his mansion in Smallville. I suggest you put in an appearance. Now all of you get out of here,” he said with a good natured flourish of his hands. “Meeting adjourned.”