Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or the West Wing
Spoilers: This is set 8 years after the Smallville season 3 finale. All will be explained in later parts. The West Wing is set season 4, near the end of Sam's run for office.
Chloe Sullivan sat in a bar in Georgetown, draining another vodka tonic. She had lost count a while ago. She was numb, everything was numb. That was just the way she wanted it. After everything that had happened, she didn't want to feel anything.
As a man slid onto the barstool next to her, Chloe ordered another drink.
"Put it on my tab."
The guy next to her spoke, and Chloe turned to him. He was handsome. He's hairline was receding, but he had brown curly hair. He also had a friendly smile, and a very nice suit.
"You shouldn't drown your sorrows by yourself."
Chloe smiled a little. "Thanks." There was something about the man that was really familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. Maybe if she had been sober.
"You'll have to hurry if you want to catch up. I've been at this for quite a while now," Chloe informed her new drinking partner.
"Oh, believe me, I've had several already. I was out with some friends before I came here."
Chloe took a gulp of her drink and studied him for a moment. "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
The man hesitated before answering. "I doubt it. Name's Andrew....Andrew Wellington."
Drunk as she was, Chloe knew that he was lying. But she didn't really care. Hell, as long as he was lying, she might as well lie too. "Sarah Evans."
*The Next Morning*
Chloe let out a groan as she woke up. Her head was killing her. God, she had gotten so drunk last night. She rolled over and found herself facing someone.
She sighed as the memories came back to her. Andrew, or whatever his actual name was. They had hit it off, and she had invited him back to her hotel.
She couldn’t deal with this right now. Carefully, she got out of bed, and made her way to the shower. A little off-balance, she knocked over her purse, spilling it's contents on the floor. After a glance at the bed to make sure Andrew hadn't woken up, she continued to the shower. She'd clean up the mess later.
She let out a small sigh of pleasure as the hot water ran over her skin. She breathed in deeply, letting the steam fill her lungs. She couldn't believe she had slept with him. Well, actually she could believe it. She had been drunk. And she had been angry.
Despite lying about his name, 'Andrew' was great. As drunk she they had been, they had a lot of fun. Another time, and another place...something could have happened between them. He was funny and intelligent. Chloe really liked him, which just made her feel worse.
It hit her suddenly. A rush of images and information filled her head. She had seen Andrew before. Only his name was definitely not Andrew. She had just slept with Joshua Lyman, Deputy Chief of Staff at the White House. Chloe closed her eyes and shook her head. This was really, really bad.
She quickly turned off the shower, and threw on a towel. She opened the bathroom door, and saw Josh on his knees, picking up the things that had fallen from her purse.
He flashed her a smile. "Hey. I was just..." His voice trailed off as he picked up a picture. "You have a picture of Sam Seaborn in your purse?"
Chloe bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah, I do."
"Sam Seaborn is my fiancé."