Chlark Fanfic: Big Bad Wolf, Chapter 1
Here's a little somethin'-somethin' I cooked up for Halloween, y'all!
I'll do my best to post all the chapters today.
Enjoy. And Happy Halloween in advance. A-whoooooooo!!!
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Title: Big Bad Wolf
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17 eventually; this chapter PG
Warnings: None at the moment
Timeline: Season 6 (Wither, with a partial rewrite of Zod)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark draws inspiration from Chloe’s Halloween Costume
Feedback: All day, everyday. J
Based on a prompt by Zannah25 at KSite.
Author’s Note: For the purposes of this story, the plant-pimping prostitute who escaped from the Phantom Zone either:
(a) hasn’t been discovered,
(b) hooked up with Henry James Olsen ‘Me Plantgirl, You James’ style, or
(c) choked and croaked on some poison oak. (Hey, that rhymes!J )
In other words, she’s not a factor. J
Chapter 1
“Clark! Guess what?”
Clark Kent looked up from the barn door he was repairing and smiled as his girlfriend strode purposefully towards him. She had a huge grin on her face and was waving an embossed envelope.
A similar grin spread over his own features as he straightened. “I assume it has something to do with that envelope you’re holding,” he replied.
“Does it ever,” she replied, reaching his side and standing on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Lana just dropped this off. She and Lex have invited us to the Dark Thursday Benefit next week.”
He grimaced as he studied the gilded text on the fancy invite. “I doubt Lex had much to do with it. Lana’s probably desperate to have a familiar face there. I can’t imagine it’s been easy for her fitting into Lex’s world.”
Chloe nodded wryly. “It hasn’t. She said some lackey showed up at the mansion this morning with a rack full of costumes for the ball and attempted to dress her.”
Clark chuckled and handed her the envelope back, returning to his work. “Poor thing. Talk about a rude awakening.” His hands stilled on the wood he was holding and he lifted a brow. “Did you just say ‘costumes’?”
“Oh - did I neglect to mention that?” she said innocently, looking at the invitation again. “It’s fancy dress. We are still going, right?”
He looked at her eager face and sighed. “Only because you so clearly want to.”
“Yay!” she squealed and flew into his arms. “Thank you, Clark. I know Lex isn’t really your favourite person in the world right now.”
“Anything for you, my Sweet. Come here.” He gathered her in his arms, holding her close as his mind went to the day everything had changed between them.
***
Daily Planet Basement
The day after Dark Thursday
“Clark,” she breathed, her eyes wide. She ran haltingly towards him, putting as much pressure on her injured leg as she could allow. “Oh, my God.”
She’s safe, he thought, relief flooding him. She’s alive.
Chloe launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly, spinning them around with the momentum of her hug.
“I thought you were dead,” she said, relief evident in her voice.
His arms went around her and he closed his eyes, overjoyed to see her alive and well. He held her closer and buried his face in her hair. “So did I, for a while there.”
“What happened?” she asked, her curious eyes full of questions. “Where did you go?”
He shuddered as he remembered the cold, barren wasteland that had briefly imprisoned him. “A place that I never want to go again,” he said grimly.
Chloe squeezed his arm as if to reassure him that he was truly back on earth. He smiled at her, then frowned as he studied her face; there was a large gash on her forehead and a sizable bruise on one cheek.
“You okay?” he asked, concerned.
She nodded emphatically. “Yeah, everything’s great now that you’re here!” she said, flinging herself back into his arms.
Clark held her against him and smoothed his hands down her back, subconsciously trying to fuse her against him. She sighed and relaxed against him, sounding content.
Clark swallowed and leaned back again, looking into her eyes. He took a deep breath and spoke.
“Chloe, right before I left…there was this moment when we…” he trailed off, wondering how to complete the statement. …this moment where we kissed with so much heartfelt passion and hope that I knew I had to survive, so that I could come back to you...
She blushed. “You mean when I laid one on you?” she asked, a shy smile on her face.
His brow furrowed in a little frown. He hadn’t exactly resisted - in fact, he’d wholeheartedly kissed her back, and wanted very much to do it again.
Chloe grinned and spoke flippantly. “Don’t worry about it Clark. It was the end of the world; it’s not like I’m expecting us to hook up.”
Ouch. That stung. He narrowed his eyes at her, halfway convinced that she wasn’t being totally honest. He’d known Chloe for several years now; he pretty much knew when she was lying.
And sure enough, a look crossed her pretty features, a look that highlighted the uncertainty in her eyes.
“Uh…” he began, searching for the right words. “I, uh…” he swallowed past the lump in his throat and began to reluctantly go along with her out of habit, but then stopped.
He’d almost lost his life today. Heck, the whole world had come within a hair’s breadth of extinction, and as a result he had a new appreciation of life. Yes, he was invulnerable, but his loved ones weren’t, and neither was humanity as a whole. Life was too short, and he’d be damned if he wasted another moment of his on secrets and lies.
“That’s too bad,” he said softly. “I kind of expected us to go forward from there.”
“Chloe’s eyes widened like little saucers, and he looked into their hazel depths seriously. “You did?” she whispered.
He smiled ruefully. “Clearly that kiss meant a whole lot more to me than it did to you.”
“No, I -”
“Hey, Bright-Eyes,” called a fair-haired young man with a camera slung around his neck. It took Clark a moment to realise that he was addressing Chloe.
She stepped back and out of his embrace. “Hey,” she replied familiarly.
He frowned, feeling oddly empty without her in his arms. Who was this dude?
The strawberry blond kid glanced at him briefly. “Am I interrupting?” he asked politely.
“Er…no,” Chloe replied, “I was just talking to a friend.”
Oh, hell no. After that kiss? A muscle twitched in his jaw as he realised Chloe was pulling her signature move and was about to give him the old heave-ho.
“Wow,” said the other man, sizing him up. “They grow them big in Kansas, don’t they?”
This kid was seriously beginning to irritate him.
“Oh - I’m sorry,” Chloe said. “Clark, meet Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy, this is my friend Clark Kent.”
The ‘F’ word again, he thought with a touch of irritation. Who was she trying to convince - this Jimmy fellow, or herself?
He shook the younger man’s hand, resisting the urge to reduce his bones to chalkdust.
“Actually it’s James,” he corrected, puffing out his chest slightly.
“Really?” Chloe said with amusement. “Since when?”
Jimmy James Olsen shuffled his feet and looked slightly embarrassed. “Since now…ish?” he finished lamely.
Chloe grinned broadly, that thousand megawatt smile that till now he felt she’d reserved only for him. He stared in disbelief. This little pipsqueak was encroaching on his territory right in his very presence.
Well, he couldn’t have that. So he stepped behind Chloe, put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed possessively.
“Well, nice to meet you, Jimmy James Olsen,” he said with a frosty smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have Chloe to myself for a while.”
Chloe stared up at him, surprise and disbelief written all over her face. He waggled his eyebrows at her and glanced up at Jimmy, who was openly glaring at him.
But the redhead wasn’t to be deterred. “You wanna grab something out of the vending machine, Chloe?” he asked, pointedly ignoring Clark.
“Er…” Chloe looked from him to Jimmy, and back to him again.
Pick me! Pick me!! Clark screamed internally.
“Nnnooo, Jimmy, I think I’ll pass,” she said eventually. “But thanks for the offer.”
Jimmy scowled and stubbornly remained where he was. Honestly, thought an irritated Clark, some people just don’t know when they’re not wanted.
“Yeah, thanks Jimmy,” he said, wrapping his arms around Chloe’s waist and holding her against him. “But I’m going to cook her lunch, anyway; wouldn’t want you to ruin her appetite with Twinkies.” He lifted Chloe’s chin with his forefinger. “Ready to go, babe?”
Chloe blinked and smiled at the endearment. “Ready when you are, ‘babe’,” she said, grinning widely.
He returned her grin with one of his own and led her away from a scowling Jimmy James Olsen and out of the wrecked basement of the Daily Planet.
***
“What are you thinking?” she asked, looking up at him. They were in the loft, and she was lying on the sofa with her head in his lap.
He looked down at her and smiled, stroking her hair. “Just that I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said simply. “I very nearly lost you.”
“I guess I share some responsibility for that,” she said with a reluctant frown. “I was ready to walk away from you yet again.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t let you this time,” he said, fanning her face with the party invite. “So - have you thought about a costume for the ball?”
“I’ve done more than think about it; I’ve ordered it,” she admitted with a grin.
He smiled. “Let’s hear it, then. Who are you going as?”
Her cheeks reddened. “Do you promise not to laugh?”
He snorted. “Chloe, it's a fancy dress party. Everybody’s gonna look funny.”
“I know, but still I’d like to think I can work fancy dress and look good doing it.”
“Well, I was quite fond of the naughty schoolgirl outfit you wore last year…” he said, fingering her collar suggestively.
She giggled and playfully smacked his hand away. “Been there, done that. I decided to try something new.”
He nodded. “Okay. So who are you going as?”
She took a deep breath. “Little Red Riding Hood.”
His brow furrowed. “Hmm. That could be interesting. I expect that makes me the Big Bad Wolf by default, huh?”
“Don’t even think about it,” she warned. “You show up looking like Wile E. Coyote, I will disown you!”
“Now, Chloe,” he said with a wink. “Credit me with some taste. I’ll be a sexy wolf. Trust me.”
***
Chapter 2...
I'll do my best to post all the chapters today.
Enjoy. And Happy Halloween in advance. A-whoooooooo!!!
Banner by
m_strangchild. You rock, Miranda! :-D
Title: Big Bad Wolf
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC17 eventually; this chapter PG
Warnings: None at the moment
Timeline: Season 6 (Wither, with a partial rewrite of Zod)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark draws inspiration from Chloe’s Halloween Costume
Feedback: All day, everyday. J
Based on a prompt by Zannah25 at KSite.
Author’s Note: For the purposes of this story, the plant-pimping prostitute who escaped from the Phantom Zone either:
(a) hasn’t been discovered,
(b) hooked up with Henry James Olsen ‘Me Plantgirl, You James’ style, or
(c) choked and croaked on some poison oak. (Hey, that rhymes!J )
In other words, she’s not a factor. J
Chapter 1
“Clark! Guess what?”
Clark Kent looked up from the barn door he was repairing and smiled as his girlfriend strode purposefully towards him. She had a huge grin on her face and was waving an embossed envelope.
A similar grin spread over his own features as he straightened. “I assume it has something to do with that envelope you’re holding,” he replied.
“Does it ever,” she replied, reaching his side and standing on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Lana just dropped this off. She and Lex have invited us to the Dark Thursday Benefit next week.”
He grimaced as he studied the gilded text on the fancy invite. “I doubt Lex had much to do with it. Lana’s probably desperate to have a familiar face there. I can’t imagine it’s been easy for her fitting into Lex’s world.”
Chloe nodded wryly. “It hasn’t. She said some lackey showed up at the mansion this morning with a rack full of costumes for the ball and attempted to dress her.”
Clark chuckled and handed her the envelope back, returning to his work. “Poor thing. Talk about a rude awakening.” His hands stilled on the wood he was holding and he lifted a brow. “Did you just say ‘costumes’?”
“Oh - did I neglect to mention that?” she said innocently, looking at the invitation again. “It’s fancy dress. We are still going, right?”
He looked at her eager face and sighed. “Only because you so clearly want to.”
“Yay!” she squealed and flew into his arms. “Thank you, Clark. I know Lex isn’t really your favourite person in the world right now.”
“Anything for you, my Sweet. Come here.” He gathered her in his arms, holding her close as his mind went to the day everything had changed between them.
***
Daily Planet Basement
The day after Dark Thursday
“Clark,” she breathed, her eyes wide. She ran haltingly towards him, putting as much pressure on her injured leg as she could allow. “Oh, my God.”
She’s safe, he thought, relief flooding him. She’s alive.
Chloe launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly, spinning them around with the momentum of her hug.
“I thought you were dead,” she said, relief evident in her voice.
His arms went around her and he closed his eyes, overjoyed to see her alive and well. He held her closer and buried his face in her hair. “So did I, for a while there.”
“What happened?” she asked, her curious eyes full of questions. “Where did you go?”
He shuddered as he remembered the cold, barren wasteland that had briefly imprisoned him. “A place that I never want to go again,” he said grimly.
Chloe squeezed his arm as if to reassure him that he was truly back on earth. He smiled at her, then frowned as he studied her face; there was a large gash on her forehead and a sizable bruise on one cheek.
“You okay?” he asked, concerned.
She nodded emphatically. “Yeah, everything’s great now that you’re here!” she said, flinging herself back into his arms.
Clark held her against him and smoothed his hands down her back, subconsciously trying to fuse her against him. She sighed and relaxed against him, sounding content.
Clark swallowed and leaned back again, looking into her eyes. He took a deep breath and spoke.
“Chloe, right before I left…there was this moment when we…” he trailed off, wondering how to complete the statement. …this moment where we kissed with so much heartfelt passion and hope that I knew I had to survive, so that I could come back to you...
She blushed. “You mean when I laid one on you?” she asked, a shy smile on her face.
His brow furrowed in a little frown. He hadn’t exactly resisted - in fact, he’d wholeheartedly kissed her back, and wanted very much to do it again.
Chloe grinned and spoke flippantly. “Don’t worry about it Clark. It was the end of the world; it’s not like I’m expecting us to hook up.”
Ouch. That stung. He narrowed his eyes at her, halfway convinced that she wasn’t being totally honest. He’d known Chloe for several years now; he pretty much knew when she was lying.
And sure enough, a look crossed her pretty features, a look that highlighted the uncertainty in her eyes.
“Uh…” he began, searching for the right words. “I, uh…” he swallowed past the lump in his throat and began to reluctantly go along with her out of habit, but then stopped.
He’d almost lost his life today. Heck, the whole world had come within a hair’s breadth of extinction, and as a result he had a new appreciation of life. Yes, he was invulnerable, but his loved ones weren’t, and neither was humanity as a whole. Life was too short, and he’d be damned if he wasted another moment of his on secrets and lies.
“That’s too bad,” he said softly. “I kind of expected us to go forward from there.”
“Chloe’s eyes widened like little saucers, and he looked into their hazel depths seriously. “You did?” she whispered.
He smiled ruefully. “Clearly that kiss meant a whole lot more to me than it did to you.”
“No, I -”
“Hey, Bright-Eyes,” called a fair-haired young man with a camera slung around his neck. It took Clark a moment to realise that he was addressing Chloe.
She stepped back and out of his embrace. “Hey,” she replied familiarly.
He frowned, feeling oddly empty without her in his arms. Who was this dude?
The strawberry blond kid glanced at him briefly. “Am I interrupting?” he asked politely.
“Er…no,” Chloe replied, “I was just talking to a friend.”
Oh, hell no. After that kiss? A muscle twitched in his jaw as he realised Chloe was pulling her signature move and was about to give him the old heave-ho.
“Wow,” said the other man, sizing him up. “They grow them big in Kansas, don’t they?”
This kid was seriously beginning to irritate him.
“Oh - I’m sorry,” Chloe said. “Clark, meet Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy, this is my friend Clark Kent.”
The ‘F’ word again, he thought with a touch of irritation. Who was she trying to convince - this Jimmy fellow, or herself?
He shook the younger man’s hand, resisting the urge to reduce his bones to chalkdust.
“Actually it’s James,” he corrected, puffing out his chest slightly.
“Really?” Chloe said with amusement. “Since when?”
Jimmy James Olsen shuffled his feet and looked slightly embarrassed. “Since now…ish?” he finished lamely.
Chloe grinned broadly, that thousand megawatt smile that till now he felt she’d reserved only for him. He stared in disbelief. This little pipsqueak was encroaching on his territory right in his very presence.
Well, he couldn’t have that. So he stepped behind Chloe, put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed possessively.
“Well, nice to meet you, Jimmy James Olsen,” he said with a frosty smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have Chloe to myself for a while.”
Chloe stared up at him, surprise and disbelief written all over her face. He waggled his eyebrows at her and glanced up at Jimmy, who was openly glaring at him.
But the redhead wasn’t to be deterred. “You wanna grab something out of the vending machine, Chloe?” he asked, pointedly ignoring Clark.
“Er…” Chloe looked from him to Jimmy, and back to him again.
Pick me! Pick me!! Clark screamed internally.
“Nnnooo, Jimmy, I think I’ll pass,” she said eventually. “But thanks for the offer.”
Jimmy scowled and stubbornly remained where he was. Honestly, thought an irritated Clark, some people just don’t know when they’re not wanted.
“Yeah, thanks Jimmy,” he said, wrapping his arms around Chloe’s waist and holding her against him. “But I’m going to cook her lunch, anyway; wouldn’t want you to ruin her appetite with Twinkies.” He lifted Chloe’s chin with his forefinger. “Ready to go, babe?”
Chloe blinked and smiled at the endearment. “Ready when you are, ‘babe’,” she said, grinning widely.
He returned her grin with one of his own and led her away from a scowling Jimmy James Olsen and out of the wrecked basement of the Daily Planet.
***
“What are you thinking?” she asked, looking up at him. They were in the loft, and she was lying on the sofa with her head in his lap.
He looked down at her and smiled, stroking her hair. “Just that I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said simply. “I very nearly lost you.”
“I guess I share some responsibility for that,” she said with a reluctant frown. “I was ready to walk away from you yet again.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t let you this time,” he said, fanning her face with the party invite. “So - have you thought about a costume for the ball?”
“I’ve done more than think about it; I’ve ordered it,” she admitted with a grin.
He smiled. “Let’s hear it, then. Who are you going as?”
Her cheeks reddened. “Do you promise not to laugh?”
He snorted. “Chloe, it's a fancy dress party. Everybody’s gonna look funny.”
“I know, but still I’d like to think I can work fancy dress and look good doing it.”
“Well, I was quite fond of the naughty schoolgirl outfit you wore last year…” he said, fingering her collar suggestively.
She giggled and playfully smacked his hand away. “Been there, done that. I decided to try something new.”
He nodded. “Okay. So who are you going as?”
She took a deep breath. “Little Red Riding Hood.”
His brow furrowed. “Hmm. That could be interesting. I expect that makes me the Big Bad Wolf by default, huh?”
“Don’t even think about it,” she warned. “You show up looking like Wile E. Coyote, I will disown you!”
“Now, Chloe,” he said with a wink. “Credit me with some taste. I’ll be a sexy wolf. Trust me.”
***
Chapter 2...