I need a Lionel/Chloe icon.
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sabinetzinTitle: Wak
Series: K'ex
Summary: Chloe tries to sort it out.
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 780
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 this installment
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe this installment
A/N: Pahuahtun and the moon goddess (who's not Ixchel) are actual gods and actual lovers. But most of the rest of the story is made up.
The kitchen of the Kents' farmhouse seemed to Chloe to be the most beautiful place on earth. She held her third cup of coffee between her hands, feeling its warmth radiate into her fingers. It wasn't that she felt safe here- she didn't- but at least she felt calmer.
There was a noise, and she jerked around. "Just me," Jonathan said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm headed out to fix the tractor. Yell if you need me." She nodded mutely. He gave her the nicest smile he could muster and left the house.
Chloe felt as if she were in a state of suspended animation. She tried not to think about anything- not even the Torch, or long emails from Pete, or any of the things that usually made her happy. What she needed most was a mental break, before she had a mental breakdown.
The Kents were being terrifically nice. Her father had agreed that she could stay with them, having heard some lame story about a school project that just had to take all night; they'd even smoothed over her impromptu trip to Metropolis. She couldn't bear the thought of telling her father where she'd been and what she'd done. She hadn't told the Kents the whole story; they didn't ask, but Chloe had the sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Kent had more than a clue.
Her coffee cup washed and left to dry, Chloe decided to head out for the barn. It was rather masochistic of her, all things considered. Still, it comforted her to be there, as if the real Clark was going to come down from the loft any minute and tell her everything was okay.
There was an odd breeze at her back, but Chloe ignored it. There were footsteps, but still she didn't look, willing herself to believe it was Mr. Kent.
"The ancient Maya worshipped a goddess- more like an archetype, really- who some call Ixchel," his voice said behind her. "Though she is very young and beautiful, she chooses to ally herself with an elderly, rather ugly god named Pahuahtun." He was very close to her now, Chloe enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. She should have run, but she felt oddly paralyzed by the sound of his voice.
"Do you want to know why, Miss Sullivan?" he asked rhetorically, sliding one large hand over her belly. "Pahuahtun was the sky bearer, a god of the mountains and the earth." His other arm encircled her, pulling her close. "Ixchel's reasoning was simple. With him," here his hand traced lightly over her breasts and up her neck, and he tilted her face up to his, "she could have the world at her feet."
"Why did you come?" she asked him, trying not to betray her alarm.
Lionel sighed. "You were scared, so you ran. I understand, it's a perfectly normal reaction." Before she could think, he had her pinned against one of the barn's many posts, his leg pressed hard into her. "You're afraid that you want what I can give you." As if to emphasize his point, he ground into her, making her bite at her lip. "You want more than what Smallville can offer you, and I can give you everything. All I ask in return is your help, your loyalty," he smirked, looking positively predatory, "and you."
He started to lean in toward her lips. Chloe screwed her eyelids shut, her mouth opening of its own accord. Every logical bit of her screamed that she should get away, but, to her horror, she felt she would die if he didn't kiss her.
He never did. Her eyes fluttered open at the choking sound coming from his throat. Clark's face was contorted into a gruesome mask of main, and he slowly turned around. Jonathan held out a meteor rock like a shield, slowly advancing on him.
"Get away from her, you son of a bitch," he spat, barely containing his rage. Lionel couldn't respond. Jonathan struck him full in the face with the rock, knocking him to the ground. Chloe ran blindly out of the barn, unable to look back.
Suddenly, Lionel clasped his hands to his ears. It was the ringing sound, even worse than the horrible green light, seeming to be the only thing left in his world. Somehow, he mustered the strength to stumble to his feet and race out of the barn. To stop the ungodly ringing, he knew there was only one place in the world he could go.
Series: K'ex
Summary: Chloe tries to sort it out.
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 780
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 this installment
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe this installment
A/N: Pahuahtun and the moon goddess (who's not Ixchel) are actual gods and actual lovers. But most of the rest of the story is made up.
The kitchen of the Kents' farmhouse seemed to Chloe to be the most beautiful place on earth. She held her third cup of coffee between her hands, feeling its warmth radiate into her fingers. It wasn't that she felt safe here- she didn't- but at least she felt calmer.
There was a noise, and she jerked around. "Just me," Jonathan said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm headed out to fix the tractor. Yell if you need me." She nodded mutely. He gave her the nicest smile he could muster and left the house.
Chloe felt as if she were in a state of suspended animation. She tried not to think about anything- not even the Torch, or long emails from Pete, or any of the things that usually made her happy. What she needed most was a mental break, before she had a mental breakdown.
The Kents were being terrifically nice. Her father had agreed that she could stay with them, having heard some lame story about a school project that just had to take all night; they'd even smoothed over her impromptu trip to Metropolis. She couldn't bear the thought of telling her father where she'd been and what she'd done. She hadn't told the Kents the whole story; they didn't ask, but Chloe had the sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Kent had more than a clue.
Her coffee cup washed and left to dry, Chloe decided to head out for the barn. It was rather masochistic of her, all things considered. Still, it comforted her to be there, as if the real Clark was going to come down from the loft any minute and tell her everything was okay.
There was an odd breeze at her back, but Chloe ignored it. There were footsteps, but still she didn't look, willing herself to believe it was Mr. Kent.
"The ancient Maya worshipped a goddess- more like an archetype, really- who some call Ixchel," his voice said behind her. "Though she is very young and beautiful, she chooses to ally herself with an elderly, rather ugly god named Pahuahtun." He was very close to her now, Chloe enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. She should have run, but she felt oddly paralyzed by the sound of his voice.
"Do you want to know why, Miss Sullivan?" he asked rhetorically, sliding one large hand over her belly. "Pahuahtun was the sky bearer, a god of the mountains and the earth." His other arm encircled her, pulling her close. "Ixchel's reasoning was simple. With him," here his hand traced lightly over her breasts and up her neck, and he tilted her face up to his, "she could have the world at her feet."
"Why did you come?" she asked him, trying not to betray her alarm.
Lionel sighed. "You were scared, so you ran. I understand, it's a perfectly normal reaction." Before she could think, he had her pinned against one of the barn's many posts, his leg pressed hard into her. "You're afraid that you want what I can give you." As if to emphasize his point, he ground into her, making her bite at her lip. "You want more than what Smallville can offer you, and I can give you everything. All I ask in return is your help, your loyalty," he smirked, looking positively predatory, "and you."
He started to lean in toward her lips. Chloe screwed her eyelids shut, her mouth opening of its own accord. Every logical bit of her screamed that she should get away, but, to her horror, she felt she would die if he didn't kiss her.
He never did. Her eyes fluttered open at the choking sound coming from his throat. Clark's face was contorted into a gruesome mask of main, and he slowly turned around. Jonathan held out a meteor rock like a shield, slowly advancing on him.
"Get away from her, you son of a bitch," he spat, barely containing his rage. Lionel couldn't respond. Jonathan struck him full in the face with the rock, knocking him to the ground. Chloe ran blindly out of the barn, unable to look back.
Suddenly, Lionel clasped his hands to his ears. It was the ringing sound, even worse than the horrible green light, seeming to be the only thing left in his world. Somehow, he mustered the strength to stumble to his feet and race out of the barn. To stop the ungodly ringing, he knew there was only one place in the world he could go.
