Make Damn Sure-Chapter 1

Okay, guys... I know I already have one story up that I have been neglecting but, I couldn't help myself. I am a Chlexer at heart so, that is what this fic will be about. It is slightly AU and told in the future. Chloe, Clark, and Lois have all been working at the Daily Planet as serious reporters for over 2 years now. There is Clois but, it won't be focused on at all (sorry but, I really don't like Lois that much). Lex and Lana were dating and even got engaged (she was never pregnant) but, Lana broke it off before the wedding even took place. She now lives in Paris working for a small art gallery. She won't be, however, making it into the story. Sad right? (I don't dig Lana too much either...) Lex, though, will be a major character as this is Chlex-centric. My Lex (hee-hee) is not going to be evil but, he is into some illegal things. Eventually, he might go to the dark side (depending on feedback from yall'). Okay. I think that is it. Here is the story. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. At all. I wish I had a Lex, though. That would be fairly fabulous. (C:

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Chloe Sullivan grunted in frustration at the state of her wardrobe. 'How is that I, a known clothes freak, have nothing to wear for tonight,' she thought. She grabbed a funky purple top from the hangar and threw it on to go with the black pants she was wearing. Looking in the mirror, she frowned at what she saw.

"UGH! Tonight was supposed to be great! Lois and me! No Clark! No stress! Just some fun, going to a club! Nothing ever goes right!"

It had been two months since Lois and Clark had announced to Chloe that they were dating. Her first thought had been extreme betrayal but, soon she realized that Clark just wasn't meant for her. If he had been, it would have hurt more. But too much time had passed since high school and the Lana/Clark/ Chloe mess. Besides, she knew waaaay too much about Clark now. Right down to his sexual insecurities regarding his powers. Ew. Just ew. No, Chloe Sullivan was back on the market and completely independent. Putting on a red halter top she reflected,

'A great job. Great friends….no boyfriend. My future is shining brightly. Maybe not in the romance department. But, Jimmy was a nice escape from singledom.'

Jimmy and Chloe had broken it off some time ago but, they remained friends. Even if it was slightly awkward at times.

'No thinking about that now, Sullivan. You have a job to do.'

She took one look at the red halter and just sat down in the middle of the her bedroom. Clothes were strewn about every which way, looking like a tornado had hit at super speed. Chloe just sat there, staring at the almost empty closet on the verge of a major meltdown. And then her cellphone rang. "Promiscuous Girl" played from the sleek silver phone usually but, this time, the sound was muffled. Chloe groaned in frustration as she realized her phone was lost somewhere in this mess. She began flinging clothes every which way, trying to find the lost phone. Her Nelly Furtado ringtone taunted her by remaining buried under an article of clothing.

"AAAAH! WHERE IS IT! #$$(!"

Finally, Chloe grabbed a handful of slinky red material off the floor and was rewarded with the sight and sound of her phone. She scooped up her beloved piece of technology and immediately flipped it open.

"About time you answered! Where the hell were you and what were you doing that took you so long! You better be ready because I am almost to your building and if I have to wait, so help me, Chloe…..I won't be responsible for what happens to you!"

"Hi Lois. You had a good day didn't you? That must be it you aren't always this cheerful…."

" Cut the sarcasm. I had a fight with Clark and I am not in the mood. I just want to go to the club, have a few drinks, and forget all about it. So are you ready?"

"…..um, well….."

"OH MY GOD! No, you are not standing in the middle of your bedroom in your underwear! You can't!...You are, aren't you!"

Chloe thought about how to answer this for a second and then, realized that she was still holding the red material. She uncrumpled it and found that it was a red, strapless, mini-dress that Lana had given her but, that she had never worn. Chloe remembered trying it on but, she had never worn it either. It was very tight. Very short. And very red. Vampy.

"Sullivan! I'm waiting….."

"No, No, Lois….I'm dressed! I'll meet you downstairs in 10 minutes."

"Fine! Bye!"

Chloe hung up the phone and tossed it into her black clutch that she would use that night. Ten minutes later, she was in the elevator and on her way down to meet Lois wearing the red dress.

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The club was packed full of people. The music was pounding out a heavy bass line. The air was smokey and the lights were dim. 'This is perfect!' thought Chloe. She and Lois were now sitting at the bar with their drinks in front of them. So far, six guys had tried to hit on her and Lois and three guys had offered to buy drinks. She couldn't tell but, she was almost sure that they were hitting on her just as much as Lois. 'Sweet!' she thought. She turned her head to look at Lois who didn't seem to be having much fun.She might as well ask even if she didn't really care. Her night depended on it. Resigned, Chloe asked Lois,

"What were you and Clark fighting about?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"…..ummm, ok."

"No. I'm sorry…it's just that, you and Clark used to have a thing and it would be weird to talk about this with you."

"What! How can you say that! I got over Clark a while ago, Lois! And a great friend you would have been if I had still had feelings for him… what with you throwing yourself at him! I was just asking what was wrong! And, for your information, I have been friends with Clark a lot longer than you have even known him! Sorry for trying to help!"

"Well thanks a lot! Its good to know you think of me as such a heartless bitch, Chloe! Besides, I did NOT throw myself at Clark. He came willingly! If you had had even the slightest chance with him, he wouldn't have left you for Lana and then, gone after me!"

Chloe's mouth hung open and her eyes stung with unshed tears. She couldn't believe her cousin, her best friend had just said those things to her. She tried to collect her thoughts to give a sharp retort but, Lois' phone rang. She flipped it open, violently, still glaring at Chloe in anger.

" Hello!...Clark?...You are?!...I'm sorry I threw that at you……No, no, I'm not busy….Okay, see you soon. Bye!"

Lois put her phone back in her bag and stood up, downing the last of her drink. She turned to Chloe and, still angry, said,

" Clark apologized. I'm going. I'll see you at the Planet tomorrow."

Then, she whirled around and disappeared into the crowd of dancers.

Chloe felt a tear roll down her cheek. This night was not going well anymore. A glass came into her line of vision.

"Here. On the house."

Chloe looked up to see the cute, male bartender in front of her. She managed a wavery smile.

"And, if you're sticking around, there's a major hottie down the bar who has been eyeing you all night. I wish he was looking at me that way….whew!"

Chloe's smile got even brighter as she realized that this cute gay, unfortunately…. bartender was telling the truth; six seats away, an amazing looking blonde in a black button-down shirt that skimmed over his killer body was staring right at her.

'Wow,'she thought. 'Maybe this night won't be a waste after all.'

As Hottie-McBlonde-Blonde (as she had so christened him in her head) made his way over to where she was sitting, Chloe knew for sure that the night was definitely looking up.

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Okay, there you go. The next chapter will be Lex and have these two fabuolous characters meeting up. Oh, the sparks that shall fly. Watch Out!