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Summary: Two lone travellers meet up in the unlikeliest of places. (Xander/Chloe)

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Smallville > Xander-CenteredLylFR1521,2110107,67922 Aug 0422 Aug 04Yes



Chloe stared at the shadow-drenched wall without really seeing it. Her mind wouldn’t stop replaying the previous hours, thoughts and feelings flashing through her mind like lightening. Part of her wanted to get dressed, grab her things and run, but the other part - the bigger part - urged her to stay.

She honestly didn’t know what had possessed her. She’d been sitting in the waste-hole bar, alternately thanking Lex for the new ID that said she was legal, and cursing him for not offing his father years ago. Lionel Luther had been the root of most of her problems over the last two years, recently moving up to become THE problem in her life. She’d thought she was doing the right thing by helping Lex take down his father. What she’d ended up with was a dead father and a life on the run, her only contact being Lex, who kept her updated on his father’s trial and would let her know when she was needed to testify.

She’d been alone for months, hopping from town to town on the money and ID Lex supplied. The last conversation with the bald man had left her feeling in need of companionship, and when she’d looked up, there he was as if in answer to her prayers.

He’d had a look in his eye, that said he was tired of running but too afraid to stop. She was intimately familiar with that look, because she saw it in the mirror every day.

Even now, she still didn’t know how they’d gotten outside, or what had prompted her to offer her room. But when she was in his arms, she felt alive for the first time since the explosion.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” came his voice in her ear. Chloe didn’t need ESP to know what he was talking about, and it wasn’t the deep pink scars that littered her body.

Turning in his arms, she looked into his dark brown eye, thinking it was a shame there was only one.

“You would have stopped.” she answered him, while silently wondering how the eyepatch managed to stay in place throughout their frenzied joining.

“Do I want to know how old you are?” he asked her wryly, his lips quirking somewhat. Chloe debated on what to tell him, not wanting him to regret something she didn’t - not really, anyway - which was why she hadn’t warned him about how inexperienced she really was.

“They were serving me beer.” she informed him, reminding Xander that they’d first seen each other in a bar.

“ID’s are easy to fake.” he replied, settling himself back down and pulling her body back into his.

Relaxing back into his strong embrace, Chloe decided that if he didn’t care, she shouldn’t, either.

“I have to be in Metropolis in three days.” said Chloe, breaking the silence. She didn’t move as she said it, wondering if a few short hours were long enough . . . maybe it was for them.

“Never been to Metropolis.” came his easy answer, his chest rumbling under her ear.

Question asked and answered.

Smiling slightly, Chloe closed her eyes at last, finally able to sleep.

She wasn’t alone anymore.


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