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babydee1Title: Undercover Lover
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Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionist!fic
Timeline: Season 7; after Persona
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark & Chloe get intimate. But it’s all for the story. Really. :-)
Feedback: …always welcome. :)
Banner by purple_moon123
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 13
Clark felt like he’d been whacked around the head with a kryptonite two-by-four. The thought of his face plastered all over the news, his origins made known to the world, made his insides knot in fear. He felt the blood drain from his face, and his hands curled into tight fists by his sides.
“You see, Clark?” Lana continued smugly as she leaned against the kitchenette counter. “I hold all the cards here. You’ll do what I want, when I want.”
His throat tightened as he swallowed hard. “What do you want?” he finally asked.
“I want you,” she said bluntly. “Now that I know you can make love to me without causing me bodily harm, I want all that you have to offer.” She stared pointedly at his crotch and licked her lips, and Chloe almost hurled.
“You’re twisted,” Clark said harshly.
“I’m just a girl who loves you and wants you back, Clark,” she whispered, walking towards him with wide eyes. “I know I made a mistake, but now that you’ve had your fun with her, we’ve evened things out. It’s the perfect time for us to start things over on a new slate.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want you, Lana.”
“You don’t have a choice,” she said, her voice hard. “I’m moving back in with you as soon as possible. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“You’re crazy,” he whispered.
She ignored him and headed for the door. “So, I’ll bring my things back to Farm tomorrow afternoon…say, about twoish?”
“You can’t do this!” he yelled. “You can’t force me to love you!”
Lana lifted a shoulder in a dismissive shrug. “If you can give it to her, you can give it to me.” She reached for the door handle and started to step onto the landing.
“No,” he said decisively. “I won’t do it.”
Lana turned and stared at him with cold, flinty eyes. “You’ll do what I say, or I’ll make good on my threat. Do you really want me to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets to the entire world, Clark?”
“I’d like to see you try,” Chloe said quietly. “Because if you do, I’ll make sure you go to jail for a very, very long time, Lana.”
***
She had been pretty much silent since Lana had walked in on them, and after her damning revelation he hadn’t expected Chloe to say anything at all; at least nothing in his defence.
So when she uttered her threatening words to Lana, Clark’s brows rose in surprise.
“Really?” Lana scoffed. “And how do you propose to do that?”
Chloe gave her a mirthless smile. “You seem to forget that there’s a significant body count associated with you, Lana,” she replied. “That meteor freak you kidnapped and tested, who died in your care, for example?”
Lana stiffened. “You can’t prove that that woman was ever at Isis.”
The corner of Chloe’s mouth lifted in a confident smile, and she wrapped the sheet around herself and tucked it under her arms.
“Come on, Lana,” she said as she slipped her feet into her discarded shoes and stood. “This is me we’re talking about.”
Lana shook her head. “You’re bluffing.”
“Try me,” Chloe dared. “I also have a full write-up on the death of one Buffy Sanders which happened during your brief stint at Met U. If you recall, I very kindly left out some salient points on the published article, but if the truth were ever to surface…”
“You wouldn’t!” she cried.
“And how could we forget dear departed Genevieve Teague?” Chloe went on, ignoring Lana’s obvious distress. “You stabbed her clean through the heart with a gemstone, didn’t you?”
“That wasn’t me!” Lana screeched. “It was Isobel Thoreaux!”
“Riiiight…the ghost of a 17th century witch,” Chloe said mockingly. “Try explaining that one to a jury. Or how you faked your own death and tried to pin it on Lex as a ‘murder’, all the while bleeding him of ten million dollars and hiding both yourself and the money overseas…” she tut-tutted. “The IRS isn’t going to be too happy with you for that.”
“After what he did to me, I earned every cent of that money!” she raged.
“And the kidnap and repeated torture of his father Lionel Luthor…what on earth were you thinking?”
“Okay, fine, you’ve made your point!” Lana yelled. “What do you want?”
“Your secrecy, and your departure,” Chloe said swiftly, standing in front of her and staring her down. “In that order.”
“Not gonna happen, bitch,” Lana shot back. “Despite what you think is your vantage point here, I still hold the trump card. Or in Clark’s case, trump rock. All I have to do is walk in here with a pretty little lime-green stone, and he hits the deck.”
“If you come near Clark or try to harm him in any way, I will end you,” Chloe said, her voice decidedly calm.
Lana trembled, much to Clark’s satisfaction, and he saw fear flicker briefly in her eyes before she flashed a dismissive smile.
“You can’t kill me, Chloe,” she said with disdain. “You couldn’t even squish a bug.”
Chloe burst out into scathing laughter. “I don’t need to kill you to end you, Lana,” she replied derisively. “I do, however, think your life will be significantly more difficult without that ten million dollars sitting in your bank account.”
Lana folded her arms and glared. “It’s not enough that you steal my man, you think you can steal my money, as well?”
“I have no interest in Luthor-tainted gains,” Chloe replied in disgust. “But I do know how to make it all disappear without a trace, and you know I can do that. In fact, I’d love to do that.”
Lana stiffened and the fear came back into her eyes. Chloe continued.
“But that’s just for starters,” she said lightly. “If I really wanted to punish you, I’d simply erase you from all digital records. You’d disappear completely; it’ll be as if you never even existed.”
Lana trembled. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?” Chloe challenged. “You won’t believe how easy it is, especially for orphans with no siblings, such as yourself. And with your Aunt Nell passing away a few months ago, there really isn’t anyone who can verify who you actually are.”
“I still have my biological father, Henry Small - he’ll back me up!” Lana said desperately.
Chloe made a wry face. “Yeah, about that…you never did do a DNA test, did you?” she said with one arched eyebrow. “Good thing I did.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“I’m not. Believe me when I say I know you better than you know yourself right now.”
“And…?” Lana prompted when she remained silent.
Chloe lowered her gaze. “Whoever your father is, it isn’t Henry Small,” she replied coolly. “Neither was it Lewis Lang.”
“You’re lying!” Lana screamed.
“You know I wouldn’t like about something like this, not even to keep Clark,” Chloe said. “If you don’t believe me, do a DNA profile on yourself. The composition of your genomic ancestry is only fifty percent European, which is obviously inherited from your mother’s French ancestry.”
“And the other fifty percent?” Lana asked in a shaky whisper.
Chloe paused. “There’s some marginal Native American presence, but the rest is prevalently Asian,” she replied softly. “Specifically Chinese.”
***
Lana shook her head. “No. That’s impossible.”
“It’s true, Lana,” Chloe insisted. “When you said you went to hide out in China after you split from Lex, I thought maybe you were trying to find your father.”
“I am NOT Chinese!” she raged. “It’s preposterous to even consider it. My mom never knew any Chinese people!”
Chloe smirked. “Evidently, she did.”
“Are you calling my mother a slut?” Lana asked threateningly.
Clark snorted. “Like mother, like daughter.”
“Shut up, you alien bastard,” she growled, turning on him with a nasty look. “You forget, I still know how to hurt you.”
“And I still know how to make you disappear,” Chloe reminded her. “So here’s the deal. First: you leave. I want you out of the country while you still have your money and a passport.”
Lana blinked and stared. “You want me to leave the country? Where do you expect me to go?”
Chloe shrugged. “Who cares? Shanghai, Paris, Timbuktu…anywhere, as long as it isn’t in the American sub-continent,” she replied dryly. “Secondly: nobody hears the truth about Clark. Nobody. Not a soul. If anyone hurts so much as a hair on his head and I trace it back to you, I am sending all your shit straight to the FBI, Lana; I kid you not. And that’s one department you won’t be able to buy your way out of. You’ll spend the rest of your days making licence plates and feeding grapes to a fat, skin-headed prisoner named Bertha. It’s your call.”
Lana clenched her small hands into tight fists and her eyes narrowed at both of them. Finally she turned on her heel and headed straight for the door, which she yanked open.
“You two deserve each other,” she ground out. “I made a big mistake, choosing you over Bizarro. He was more of a man than you ever were.” She started to walk out, but then turned back to glare at them with pure hatred.
“You may not have slept with Chloe before last night, Clark, but you were cheating on me with her long before I slept with Bizarro,” she spat. “Somehow, all through our relationship, Chloe was always there, wasn’t she?”
Clark folded his arms and said nothing. Lana laughed; a harsh, brittle sound that contained no mirth whatsoever.
“Well, I take great comfort in the fact that you could only ever get it up for her when you were drugged out of your skull,” she finished.
“And I take great comfort in the fact that even before Bizarro came along, all the condoms you bought were gathering dust on a shelf,” he shot back. “I don’t love you, Lana. I never did. Now fuck off out of our lives, and don’t ever show your face in this town again.”
She shot them both a murderous look before slamming the door behind her as hard as she could. Clark went to the door and turned the latch, testing it to make sure it was locked this time.
Behind him he heard Chloe let out a ragged breath, and quickly returned to her side.
“It’s okay, Chloe,” he said, taking her stiff form in his arms and stroking her back. “She can’t hurt us any—”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
His hand paused. “Is what true?”
She looked up at him. “What Lana said, about you and me making out back in ninth grade when I was infected by that parasite,” she said calmly. “That really happened, didn't it?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. “Yes, it did.”
***
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Date: 2012-11-27 09:39 pm (UTC)You love her!
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Date: 2012-11-27 09:44 pm (UTC)~Glad you like it!~
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Date: 2012-11-30 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-01-08 11:57 am (UTC)I liked how you tied the fact that Kristen is partially Chinese into this.
I also see that you revealed what she did on the parasite to Chloe just like in "No Compromise" - between that and the reveal of what Clark did to Chloe in "Abyss" in "Wounded Heart", you wrap up these forgotten plot threads up nicely - that kind of thing shouldn't be swept under the rug.