Title: Seconds …and Firsts

Author: Starangel148 or Melissa

Rating: PG-13 to R, subject to change at a later date according to my will

Summary: Life didn't turn out Chloe expected it to. After all, she was always the second choice.

Timetable: Kara is not included. Everything up to season 6 is up for grabs, though I may change events to my liking. Lana does marry Lex, though her pregnancy isn't fake- she does miscarry the baby though.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. I own no characters and receive no money for the following. I wrote because I'm bored and can't sleep.

A/N - This is what happens when one suffers from insomnia and can't sleep at 3 in the morning. This story was inspired by episode 4x18- Spirit. Though once I get into the story you'll be like WTF how did Spirit inspire this? Feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I would also like to warn everyone that I haven't written in years and none of this is betaed so I'm sorry for my minor blemishes. Thanks!

This chapter is named after a Papa Roach song. It's also rated R for the use of the f-word. And now, on with the story and enjoy.

Seconds… and Firsts

Part 1- Last Resort

Chloe fidgeted on the expensive Italian leather couch in the living room as she watched the doctor packed up his medical supply bag.

"When will you send me the results?"

Dr. Fredrick adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and hoisted his bag off the coffee table.

"I'll process the blood as soon as I get back to the office. I send the results over as soon as I confirm my diagnosis."

Chloe nodded her head in affirmation and smoothed down her waist-length brunette tresses.

"Okay. Thanks Dr. Fredrick. Bill my husband as always." She nodded her head towards the maid standing at the entrance, silently waiting for instructions. "Amelia will show you out."

Dr. Fredrick leaned forward, grabbed her hand and chastely placed a kiss on the back of it.

"Always a pleasure Mrs. Luthor."

Chloe resisted the urge to pull back her hand and cringe. Even after a year, it still bothered her to be referred to as Lex Luthor's wife. Instead, she just gave the doctor a slight nod of her head and watched as Amelia stepped forward to usher him out of the penthouse.

When Amelia came back in to ask if she needed anything, Chloe muttered a no and waited for the head maid to retreat back into the shadows as Lex had trained her to do.

Staring directly ahead, Chloe wondered how she'd allowed things to get this far. How she'd allowed herself to be bullied into a marriage that she resented most days, how she'd allowed Lex to convert her into another useless Metropolis society wife , and she'd gotten so far away from the person she'd always dreamed of becoming that it all seemed like a distant memory in the corner of her subconscious.

Her mind wandered to Clark and Lois- the dynamic duo of the Daily Planet. The holders of her dream job. She wished she could blame the loss of that particular dream to Lex, but the truth was that dream had been crushed long before she'd married him.

After interning at the Planet for almost four years- two years with Lois and the last year with both her favorite cousin and her best friend- she'd been the Planet's second choice of people to hire. Lois and Clark had been the Planet's first choices.

She could still feel the bitterness build up inside her.

On the off-chance that either of them had rejected the job, she'd have been the next person offered. Neither of her friends rejected becoming full-time reporters. She was always the second choice.

Curling her feet under her, she pulling her laptop of the coffee table and into her lap. Opening her email she scanned to see what was new.

A one sentence email from Lex.

Be back Sunday night.

Her husband didn't even bother with pleasantries with her unless he was horny and trying to get her into bed or if he was trying to be cruel.

Thirteen emails from the various of the Metropolis society wives she'd met in the last year.

She rolled her eyes. Most of the bitches hated her, but invited her to various charities events so they could relentless mock her amongst themselves and comment on the shameful disgrace Lex Luthor had chosen as a wife.

Lex got a kick out of sticking her in situations with those harpies- surrounding her by all the women he'd bagged since they'd gotten married. He got a cheap thrill from knowing that she was unknowingly- though she knew, despite his stealthy skills and her almost complete captivity- in a pack of women he'd had sexual relations with while she had to idlely sat at home sexually frustrated. Sick bastard.

She paused as he noticed the emails from Clark and Lana. She didn't even waste a full second thinking about it before she deleted both emails. This whole thing was their fault anyway.

The only comfort she derived from the situation she found herself in was that she wasn't the only one miserable. Her marriage to Lex had successful, much to her glee, destroyed Clark and Lana's relationship.

She'd cost Lana her happily ever after with her knight in shining cape- even if the pink princess didn't know Chloe was to blame. Chloe had been denied her happiness and freedom, and in return had stolen Lana's away from her. On her wedding day no less.

After all, reciprocity was the way the world worked.

Twelve months prior…

One thing that Chloe never expected to find sitting at the bar in her favorite bar on the bad side of Metropolis was Lex Luthor. Yet he was hard to miss the second you stepped through the door.

Chloe contemplated spinning around and leaving, but decided against it. After all, this was her side of town. She didn't set foot in the more expensive parts of town and she thought she had an unspoken agreement with Lex that he stayed out of her territory.

Taking a deep breath, Chloe placed a neutral expression on her face and headed for the bar.

"Why Mr. Luthor," she drawled with a too-sweet voice. "What brings a man such as yourself to the slum side of the city? Does the latest Mrs. Luthor demand her crack rock before she settles into bed?"

Not her best line, but she'd had a long day and she was in no mood to think of anything better.

Lex didn't even bother to turn to look at her. Instead he placed a drink in front of the chair next to him and waited for her to take a seat.

"What are you doing here Lex?" She tried not to sound interested, but plopped down in the seat.

When two minutes later he'd still failed to answer her, she picked up the glass in front of her and drowned its contents. Scotch, she shouldn't have been surprised. She called the bartender over and order a double shot of the same- telling him to add it to Mr. Luthor's tab.

The bartender shot a glance at Lex and he gave his affirmation. Chloe tucked her chin-length blonde hair behind her ear as another drink was set in front of her.

Chloe waited until she'd drowned the second glass before asking Lex again why he was there.

"Did you know?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow and waited for him to explain.

"Did you know Clark and Lana were planning to get married?"

"No." Chloe didn't even bother to hide her distaste with the subject. "And I could care less. I hope they live happily motherfucking ever after."

Lex nodded the bartender over and order for him to bring over the rest of the bottle he'd paid for. Pouring a liberal amount of the liquid into each of their glasses, he set the bottle back on the bar and held his glass up.

"To the lovebirds." When Chloe refused to raise her glass he shot her look an unreadable look, but continued nonetheless. "May they receive back all the misery they besotted on others."

Chloe rolled her eyes.

"You're still in love with her."

It wasn't a question- they both knew he did.

"You're still in love with Clark." He rebutted leaning forward slightly.

"You're still bitter with Clark about him not sharing his secrets with you." She volleyed back as she rolled her eyes. She didn't bother denying his claim; she knew he wouldn't believe if she said she didn't. "Did you want a little pillow talk from him?"

"Did you?"

Her lips pursed into a straight line. "You know I was invisible compared to Lana Lang."

And for the first time in a long time Chloe saw a smile breakout over Lex's features. Instinctively she knew his next words would be meant as weapons against her feelings.

"Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Right Sullivan?"

Chloe ignored the pang in her heart and reached for the Scotch bottle.

"Always second-best right Luthor?"

"You're the expert in that particular field."

"Jackass." She was way too emotionally and physically drained from the day to venture into that particular area of discussion. "Thanks for the drink, but I'd rather chug rat poison then spend any more time in your presence."

Picking up the purse she'd set on the bar earlier, she threw back what was left in her glass and stood up.

"I'd say it was a pleasure Lex, but we both know it hasn't been. See you at your funeral."

Throwing back the rest of his drink as well, he stood up and shrugged on his coat with all the grace a Luthor possessed.

"I think we'll be seeing each other soon than then."

Chloe raised an eyebrow at him as she walked backwards towards the door. "Stalking me. Why Lex, should I be flattered?"

"No stalking required Miss Sullivan." They both pushed out into the cold Metropolis night and even though didn't see the limo pull up to the curb; she heard the whoosh of the tires as the driver flawlessly maneuvered the car. "But I can guarantee we'll be seeing each other tomorrow morning."



"How can you be so sure?" Chloe asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. She suddenly felt so tired and wished nothing more than for Lex to disappear and for a cab to take her home. Her eyelids suddenly felt so heavy.

"Because the sedative I slipped into your drink should be fully hitting you in a couple seconds."

Chloe didn't even have time to panic before Lex had her pressed against the car and had a hand clamped over her mouth.

"Don't bother trying to scream."

Chloe felt her eyes begin to drop slightly. Lex loosened up the hand over her mouth, but his body didn't relax its stance.

Chloe could feel the energy drain from her body. "Why?" She managed to push past her lips.

"Don't even think about being remotely flattered Sullivan." He spit out her name like it was garbage. "After all, you must remember, you were my second choice."

When she'd woken up the next morning her life had been completely rearranged according to Lex's very specific calculations. Her apartment had been cleared out and all her thing moved into the Lex's penthouse. Her job as a copy clerk at the Metropolis Inquisitor- though crappy as it was- had been terminated and her things been collected by one of Lex's many goons. And the most significant change had been her loss of freedom.

The next morning, when she'd awoken startled in a strange bed and with a fuzzy memory, and Lex, who had been at the foot of the bed, had so graciously presented her with a ring box and a stack of papers.

"What are these?"

She'd considered fling the items back in his face without inspecting them, but she was still unclear as to what Lex's intentions were.

"Those my dear," he sneered out the term of endearment. "Are your engagement ring, your wedding band and a marriage contract."

"You're crazy if you think I'm marrying you Lex." She sneered right back at him.

"I'm not asking you to marry me."

Chloe expression didn't change. "Good. Because I wouldn't marry you if my life depended on it."

His eyes bore into hers and she felt herself stiffen. Lex was nothing if not calculating and he didn't utter a sentence without some intent behind the words he chose.

"I'm not asking because I don't need to." He grabbed the stack of papers from her hands, flipped to the last page and held it up to her eyes. "We're already married darling."

Chloe felt the air rush out of her lungs. "What?!"

Lex's finger tapped the dotted line towards the bottom where her signature was clearly displayed next to his.

"Legally binding…" He told her with a hint of vicious smugness. "In case you were thinking of contesting it."

Chloe closed her eyes and struggled to contain the tears that were bubbling in her eyes. She would not give Lex Luthor the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"What do you want Lex?" She managed to get out through gritted teeth. He still had yet to give her even a glimpse of what his masterful scheme might be."Trying to marry the next most likely candidate to uphold the sacred tradition of trying to murder you?"

Lex didn't even twitch a muscle.

"Like I told you last night Chloe. If I can't have my first choice, I'm going to have second best."

He promptly left her to stew in her misfortune and hatch an escape plan alone. It wasn't until hours later, after she'd calmed down and read over the contract that he'd presented her with, that she realized that she Lex had cornered her.

"Mrs. Luthor?" Chloe broke out of her reverie as Amelia appeared before her, a folded sheet of paper on a silver platter. "Fax just came in for you."

Barely acknowledging the presence of the spy her husband constantly had watching her every move, she grabbed the slip off the platter and waited until Amelia had left the room before opening the paper.

Quickly scanning the paper with eager eyes, she reigned in her emotions long enough to throw the paper into the roaring fire and march into her bedroom before letting the tears begin to drop.

Scrambling towards the bathroom on shaky legs, she managed to make it to the toilet before she regurgitated the Chicken a la King dinner Francis the cook had made. Personally she hated Chicken a la King, but the cook was under strict orders while Lex was gone to cook meals Lex had discovered Chloe had a distaste for.

After spewing up the entire contents of her stomach, Chloe managed to pull herself up to the sink to rinse out her mouth before hurling herself towards the bed she unwilling shared.

She silently thanked Lex for being out-of-town. She couldn't deal with him right now. Reaching between the mattress cushions she pulled out the cell phone she hid from Lex- one he didn't have a tap on.

I've got a problem Lo. She typed out as quickly as her fingers would allow her to.

Seconds later Lois' reply arrived.

Cut your bastard of a husband's balls off yet?

Had she been feeling better, Chloe would have responded with something just as snarky.


Pausing her sentence, Chloe sighed and started rethinking telling Lois the truth. Deciding to employ the band aide effect on her cousin she quickly typed out the sentence she'd been dreading admitting out loud.

After resisting Lex for over ten months, last month I finally gave in and slept with him.

Chloe waited anxiously for Lois' reply.

Chlo please tell me you aren't…

There wasn't a need to finish the sentence; they both knew what she meant. And as much as her heart ached to say it she finally said it to herself.

I'm pregnant.