Part 1 The Man She Married

She has been waiting for him an entire day. Chloe perked up at the sound of motor. She eagerly anticipated the door opening to reveal her very tired, but still very handsome man.

"Mrs. Luthor, I'm home!" came the cheery call from outside. The door swung open and she squealed and raced towards him. She caught only his surprised look before launching herself into his arms forcefully. He wrapped his arms around her tightly so that if they lost balance, he could make sure to take the brunt of the fall. "Excited to see me, babe?"

Chloe grinned at her husband and pulled him into the house with her. He remembered to kick the door shut behind him and grope for the knob to push the lock. "I've been sitting on my hands all day!"

"I hope they're not sore and numb," he replied, tongue in cheek.

She couldn't restrain a giggle as she pushed him onto a chair in the dining room. "I want to have a taste of this."

He followed her with his eyes, his eyebrows arched when she bent low by the oven, her butt exposed high up in the air. "I wouldn't mind having a taste of that."

Chloe laughed and turned to face him with a cookie tray completely covered by what appeared to be hardened dough. "Why, Mr. Luthor, you're very frisky tonight!" She walked over to him, placed the tray in front of him on the table, sat on his lap, and kissed the tip of his nose. "Besides, we'll get to that later," she whispered teasingly, "but right now I want to know if I've finally succeeded."

"What are they?" he asked. She sucked in her breath at his question. When he saw her frown, he immediately worked to repair the damage. "Cookies. They're cookies. I meant, what flavor."

Chloe rolled her eyes, picked up, or rather tried to pick one up. The cookie seemed stuck to the metal so she stood up, took a bread knife from the sink and forced it off. The cookie was thrown up into the air, and Chloe watched in horror as the split parts flew.

Fortunately for her, her husband caught them in one hand and stuffed them quickly in his mouth. He nodded convincingly. "Mmmhhmmm," he murmured, his mouth full. "Mmmhhhmmmhhmmhmmm!"

She smiled brilliantly at him. "What is it? What is it?"

His eyes scanned the room quickly for any clue as to the identity of the hardened dough. Peeking from the top of the trashcan was a pack of coconut powder. He breathed a sigh of relief, forced himself to swallow, and said triumphantly. "Coconut!"

Her eyes lit up, and she embraced him tightly. "You like it?"

"I love it, Chloe."

"Great! I'll make sure you can take some to work tomorrow!"

And he was going to have to find a way to dispose of it without her suspecting. He reached for her and wrapped his arms about his waist. He would not swallow anything inedible for any other woman. She gave a pleased sigh when he pulled her closer and she straddled his thighs. "I would love that. But won't you be too tired?"

"I don't do anything all day," she protested. "I should really get a life, you know."

"You don't need to work, Chloe. I'll take care of both of us."

She ran her hands over his tight shoulders. Her fingers played at the short hair on his nape and she leaned closer to kiss him. He buried his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss. "Lucas," she gasped as his lips moved to her ear. "You can't sweep this topic under the rug with sex again. I will need to help out with the bills. You're barely making enough."

"We don't lack for anything," he murmured against her skin. "I provide well, don't I?"

And he was right. Every since she could remember, Lucas had done everything in his power so that she would never have to worry. "I just don't want you working yourself to death for me. I'm perfectly capable of helping out."

"Chloe, no," he told her seriously. He pulled away for a minute and tipped her head to face him squarely in the eye. "Promise me you won't go out looking for a job while I'm at work." She remained quiet and he sighed. "I love taking care of you, Chloe. I've been doing it all this time."

She raised her hand to cup his cheek. "I know. It's the first thing I remember in the morning, waking up to find you beside my bed, asking me how I felt."

"Good, baby. That's all you need to remember."

"I can't help thinking there's more to my life than being your wife-not that I don't like it, Lucas. I adore it. I adore you. But there's got to be more to me than this."

She could see in his eyes how his mood had fallen. The drastic change was apparent in the way his arms around her slackened. Unable to stand seeing him so sad (he was a boy in so many ways still) she rose from his lap and pulled him with her up the stairs to their bedroom.

Lying beside him, her head pillowed on his outstretched arm, she whispered, "I hope you're not mad at me, Lucas. I just know there's more to me than this."

Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing steadied as she joined him in sleep. Like the past two days, flashes of a dream disturbed her. They were events which she had no recollection of, but everything seemed just at the edge of familiar.

She was lying down on a bed. From the looks of the room, it was a hospital. Chloe had been to Smallville General several times and a few times to Metropolis. This was not either. She held a small bottle in her hands. Chloe wiped at her cheeks and when she looked down, she could see that her palm was wet. She looked up and found Lucas' intent eyes focused on her. "If you really want to put this behind you, Chloe, all you have to do is take that."

"I can't just-"

"Does it hurt?" he asked compassionately.

"So much," she whispered. And in that dream, Chloe felt the ache in her heart spreading through her entire body.

He wrapped his arms around her and she felt him brush a kiss on the top of her head. "Don't worry about. after. If you decide to do this, I'll look after you."

"I can't burden you with that. I'll recover. I have to."

He closed him hand over the bottle and clasped her hand. "I gave you that, Chloe. I'll deal with the repercussions."

"I can't believe it's all come to this," she said. "I hate your entire family, Lucas."

"No argument here," he told her softly.

"If-if I take this, what happens to my dad?"

His grip on her hand tightened, and she almost winced at the pain. "Chloe," he said in a low voice, "this isn't the best time to tell you."

"Lucas, what happened?" she demanded. "Your father promised me-"

"He's dead, Chloe. Mr. Sullivan's gone."

She turned her head away when he would have touched her cheek. "Can you leave me alone?"

He took a deep breath. "I don't know if I should."

"Look, I know you're here because of your brother," she gritted out. "So just leave me the hell alone for a few minutes while I gather my thoughts, okay?"

"Fuck Lex. You think I've been hanging around this shit hot country because of my brother?" Chloe didn't answer. She waved him away. "I should've met you in Smallville, Chloe. We would have blown out of there and never looked back."

"Shut up, Luthor, and give me some privacy."

Chloe waited until Lucas had shuffled out of the room before pulling her sore body to a sitting position. She couldn't stop the tears now. Crybaby. One day of fucking bliss and then it shattered. Damn Lionel Luthor and damn Lex even more. He couldn't even be bothered to come and visit her when he put her there in the first place.

Her hands fluttered to her flat stomach. Chloe closed her eyes tightly because hopefully that will keep the tears from falling. It was an exercise in futility when she started sobbing at the new emptiness she felt there.

She raised the small bottle of potent liquid that Lucas had managed to procure from her. The government had reason to shut down the Luthor plant in this country if they could produce chemicals as strong as this. A brisk knock on the door and Chloe met his eyes briefly before she tipped the contents down her throat.

Chloe woke up coughing. She sat up in bed and tried to catch her breath, but only ended up choking even more. Lucas sat up beside her and ran his warm hand up and down her back. "Chloe, are you alright? What was it, babe? Bad dream?"

She took the glass of water that he offered her and slowly sipped. "Lucas," she whispered, "you're an only child right?"

His breath was warm on her neck as he kissed the goosebumps on her skin, but succeeded only on giving her more. "I am, Chloe. Why?"

"Nothing. I just. it was a bad dream." He wrapped his arms tightly around her as they went back to bed. Lucas covered her shivering legs with his as he placed kisses all over her face. She closed her eyes, trying to remember faces of Lex or Lionel or even Mr. Sullivan, whose grave her husband had once taken her to. But there was no other significant face in her memory except for Lucas'. She fell asleep, disturbed, but dismissing it in the meantime. She must have been a writer before the car accident that Lucas had told her caused the memory loss.