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Jason and Chloe's Story	By : daciavu73 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 2780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Smallville, no money is made on the fics I write. I just like to play with the characters for entertainment.

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Jason knelt down next to the fireplace after his mother left, stoking the flames and adding a log while Lionel and Lex looked on, still tied to their chairs.

Lionel spoke to Jason with fake sympathy, "I don't blame you for getting caught up in all this, Jason."

When Jason snorted, tossing a glare over his shoulder when Lionel chuckled under his breath. The young man whirled to face him, fists clenched. Lionel, ever the charmer, flashed an understanding smile. "Your mother, ooh." He shook his head and clucked his tongue, "She's a difficult woman to resist, isn't she?"

"You know this as much as anyone, Lionel." Jason retorted, "After all, you've visited her how many time this week?" Lionel didn't answer and Jason felt a tiny thrill of victory as Luthor's smug smile disappeared. "She has you by the balls too.

Lionel exchanged a look with Lex, hoping Lex would catch his signal and play along, "Hmm. Yet I'm not her puppet. Let's see..." Lionel pretended to think, "You were supposed to get close to Lana. That was apparently the plan. But what happened?"

Lionel shifted in his chair, forcing his mouth into a mocking smile, even as the bonds that held him chafed at his wrists. "Did you stray a little too far from those apron strings?"

Jason made a sound similar to a enraged bear, whirling on Lionel and grabbing up his pistol, pressing the barrel between Luthor's eyes. He enjoyed watching Lionel's eyes widen, and Lex shifted slightly in his chair. His finger twitched on the trigger. It would be so easy, Jason thought, as easy as breathing, to pull the trigger and be done with this ridiculous farce. But, his mother's desire for that damn stone stood between him and his desire to put one right between Lionel's eyes.

Calming himself as much as he could, Jason still spoke with his teeth clenched, lowering the gun a few scant inches. "You know, with all your resources, I would've thought by now you'd know that Lana is nothing more than my mother's pawn."

"Pawn?" Lionel asked, then he shrugged nonchalantly, "Well that's true but, a pawn you fell in love with."

Jason and Lionel were staring each other down as Lionel continued, watching Jason carefully, "It must be killing you that you've sacrificed your feelings for Lana in exchange for some..." Lionel winked, "Maternal warmth…"

Jason raised his gun again and pointed it at Lionel's chest. Lionel seemed unperturbed as he flashed a sardonic smile, "Maternal warmth that it seems you can't do without."

Lionel Luthor knew too damned much about his business! Hell! Who was he to judge? How would Mr. CEO handle it if his mother did the things Genevieve Teague did to him? Oh yeah! That's right, he'd kill her. Lionel already went to jail for that. And he seriously doubted Lionel didn't go through half the childhood traumas that he did. The people he has killed for "The Bitch", having been pimped out to some of her socialite old biddies that tried to use him to relive their youth.

Not to mention how many times he's buried the bodies his mother tortured or killed. You either had to suck it up or sit in the corner and cry. And he was damn sure not going to cry.

Jason's eyes narrowed as he quietly warned the older man, "If you know what's good for you, Luthor, you'll shut that fucking mouth. Remember where you are – who's mercy you should be courting. As for my mother…" He dropped the gun a few more strategic inches. "How Teagues conduct their business is no concern of yours."

The smug expression on Lionel's face goaded Jason's finger to twitch on the trigger. Oh, how he wanted to shoot. But, as time dragged on, the cabin filled with nothing but his ragged breathing and the crackling of the fire, Jason had to accept that he would not defy his mother in this. No matter how much he wanted to. There was a bigger picture here. Remembering the two million he was promised for this he made his decision. Baring his teeth on a snarl, Jason tucked the gun into the small of his back before stalking from the cabin, letting the door slam violently shut behind him in his anger.

Lex turned back to his dad and said sarcastically, "Makes us look like the Waltons, doesn't it?"

A soft chuckle escaped Lionel's mouth, but his eyes met his son's, dark with sincerity. "I'm sorry, Lex, I got you involved in all this. You may not believe me but I truly wish I were here alone."

Lex spent a moment collecting his thoughts, watching the flames dance within the hearth. "To be honest Dad, I'm glad you're here with me."

At Lionel's raised eyebrows, Lex smiled at him mischievously, "Now, knock that iron out of the fire, and get it as close to my chair as you can."

Lionel grinned back at his son and scooted his chair closer to the fire. Using his hand and shoulder, he knocked over the rack beside the fire, sending the shovel, and broom toppling to the floor. The racket this kicked up had Lionel peering back over his shoulder, but when he looked back, the poker that had been resting within the flames was on the floor, a foot away from Lex's chair.

Lex rocked his chair back and forth until he finally tipped over on his side, landing with the hot iron under the ropes binding his arm. He grimaced at the heat, but stayed where he was until the rope is burned of off his arm, setting one arm free. He moved the poker aside and began working on the bindings of his other arm and his legs.

Within five minutes, Lex was free, and was helping his father out of his own bindings. "Let's get the hell out of here," Lex suggested and with a shared smile, they exited the cabin, Lionel's eyes searching the dark for any sign of Jason. Lionel's eyes locked on Jason, arms full of firewood, before the pair of Luthors fled into the dark underbrush of the forest.

Shit!" Jason muttered as he dropped the firewood, pulled his gun out from his waistband and began giving chase.

His mother would have his balls on a platter!

When Jason topped a hill, he saw Lex and Lionel running side by side through the trees and dodging stumps and fallen logs. Jason aimed and pulled the trigger, cursing under his breath when it missed Lex by inches, smashing into a tree to the man's left, showering him and his father with splinters. They did not stop, forcing Jason to double his pace to keep them within sight.

Jason fired a second time, and this time he hit a tree just above Lionel's head. Lionel stumbled to a bit, but continued to run.

Lionel's pretty fit for an old man, Jason thought. I may have to shoot to kill, to hell with what she wants.

Lex and Lionel made it to a thick tree and they hid behind the trunk, catching their breaths. Lex, breathing hard, tells his father, "We gotta split up." He pointed to the left and tells Lionel, "Go!" as Lex turned to the right and dashed through the woods.

Lionel saw the wisdom in Lex's idea and ran up a small hill in the direction Lex indicated. It was very steep, forcing Lionel to climb it on all fours, scraping up his hands and the soles of his designer shoes.. As he was getting closer to the top, he was pulling himself over a large log and stopped in stunned surprise as he came face to face with Jason who was standing at the top of the hill.

Jason pointed his gun in Lionel's direction as Lionel ducked behind the tree trunk he was trying to climb over. Jason fired, missing him on purpose. The bullet hit the tree trunk right in front of Lionel, and the shock made Lionel loosen his grip on the trunk, sliding down the hill. After rolling several times, Lionel landed on his back at the bottom of the hill. Jason walked to the trunk, looking down at Lionel's sprawled figure. He lifted his gun and took aim, breathing quietly, even as his blood jumped with the thought he was about to kill one of the most powerful men in the world.

Lionel remained still, eyes wide, having nowhere else to run.

As his finger tightened against the trigger, a sound to his left shattered his focus. Jason looked up in time to see Lex racing at him. Before he could react, Lex had hit him with a large tree branch, making Jason stumble and lose his grip on the pistol. Using the advantage of surprise, he hit Jason across the face with the branch and Jason fell down. Lex was about to hit Jason again, but Jason flung dirt in Lex's eyes. Lex gasped, blinking the dirt away which gave Jason a chance to run and get a head start.

Lex chased after him again, still holding the tree branch, and Jason was now without his gun with an angry Luthor on his tail.

They ran up another hill near a river and Jason stopped in his tracks when he realized he had reached a cliff. It was a steep drop off to the water about thirty feet below. He heard Lex clambering up the rocky slope, and his mind whirled frantically. Just how would he get out of this? He turned when Lex came into view, lifting his hands in surrender. Lex lifted the branch making Jason wave his hands frantically.

"Whoa! Wait! Lex, don't do this, man! Don't do this!"

Lex stopped and Jason blew out a breath, running a hand through his hair. From the look on Lex's face he wasn't too keen on giving him a chance to speak. "Come on, look at me. Look at me!" When he knew he had Lex's undivided attention, he spoke swiftly. "You and I, we're not that different, Lex. It was never about you and me. It was about our parents. They have both used us as puppets in their little chess game to get those stupid stones."

The truth struck Lex, and he lowered the branch, but kept his guard up, in case this was a trick. If his experience had taught him anything, it was Teagues would do what was necessary to get their way. "I always knew I had to protect Lana from you."

Jason gave Lex a knowing look, "C'mon Lex. Not as much as you've been protecting your best friend, huh?" Lex looked confused until Jason clarified, "Clark? "

Lex pointed the branch at Jason in warning, "Clark doesn't have anything to do with this!"

Jason rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Oh, c'mon Lex, you don't believe that. You know as well as I do. Clark's more connected to this than any of us. You just choose to ignore it."

Something in Lex's eyes made Jason think he'd gotten through to the other man."I mean, think about it Lex... the symbols burned into the Kent barn? The fields? Clark is the key!"

Lex shook his head, "It's a little late to be shifting the blame in the eleventh hour, Jason."

Jason was beginning to panic, knowing that if he didn't convince Lex to let him go, he was a goner. "Why can't you see what's right in front of your face, Lex? It's Clark. He's— "

There was a gunshot and a bullet hit Jason in the shoulder. Lex turned around Loinel was standing with Jason's gun in his hand, smoke curling out from the barrel. The force of the bullet entering his body sent Jason off balance, stumbling backwards. He only managed a small yelp when his feet lost purchase on the rocks and he tumbled back into the water, the splash of his body muted by the distance of the fall. Lex dropped the tree branch, still not believing what he just witnessed, staring down the cliff where Jason had landed in the river.

Lionel walked up next to Lex to look over the cliff as well, "He was... about to kill you, Lex."

Lex turned on Lionel, eyes narrowed, "Or divulge something you didn't want me to know."

Lionel shook his head and sighed, "Lex, you saved my life back there. I was returning the favor, son."

"I had no choice. I know you have that stone, Dad." In a fit of frustrated anger, Lex grabbed Lionel's shirt threateningly, shook Lionel and hissed, "If anything happens to Lana because of your fixation on those stones, you'll be begging for an end like that."

Lex shoved his father away from him in disgust and stalked off into the forest.

The only light to be seen was the bright glow from the full moon, riding high in the sky. Jason, after coughing up what appeared to be two lungfuls of water, stared up at the moon and tried desperately to get his bearings. His upper body was jackknifed onto the shore, a rock digging in between his shoulder blade, and his lower half was submerged in the now placid waters of the river. He wiggled his toes, grateful when they moved in answer.

Notthing too damaged, it seemed.

Pain shot through his shoulder as he tried to pull himself out of the water. He gritted his teeth, cussing under his breath as he crab-walked farther back onto the bank, until the bottoms of his shoes were resting on the muddy shoreline, with the water barely lapping at his toes. His shoulder chose that moment to give out and he collapsed in the mud. thankful to be alive.

Nothing too damaged, but he definitely needed some kind of medical attention.

A thought entered and left his mind, pondering the wisdom of letting the Luthors believe they had emerged from the forest the victors – let them think that he was dead. But, he let the thought pass for the moment. Jason knew that despite having survived the fall, he very well could end up dead if he didn't get into some dry clothes and get his shoulder seen to.

Biting his tongue against the whimper of pain, Jason pushed himself to his feet, staggering a bit as he gained his footing on the gravelly shoreline. His shoulder throbbed mercilessly and his vision swirled, enough that he tumbled back to the ground on his first attempt. He took it much slower the second time and the wooziness from lack of blood was much easier to stomach. He looked up at the moon, did his best to gauge his positioning and headed North toward the highway.

He hoped.

He stumbled onto a small dirt path and followed it, clutching his shoulder. He shuffled his feet along in the dust, not caring that he was ruining his two-thousand dollar shoes. When he caught sight of buildings, he nearly gave a whoop of relief. He hurried forward as fast as he was able, toward the crossroads with a Feed-N-Seed on the cattycorner to where he was standing.

The pickup wasn't his first choice, but he noted its dingy appearance, faded blue paint that was almost grey and so rusted in spots it was a wonder the thing held together at all, but Jason was more enamored with the gun rack in the back. God bless country folk, Jason thought hurrying forward to the driver's side, and giving the door a testing yank. It came open easily. He slid into the driver's seat, ducking down behind the dashboard. It took him a few moments to access the wires in the steering column, but he took no time in cutting the ones he'd been after and stripping most of the sheaths away.

An old prep school trick that never ceased to come in handy.

He touched two wires together, causing sparks, and the truck cranked.

Using his good arm and hand, Jason put the truck in gear and spun out of the parking lot.

Chloe was standing in front of the door of Jason's dorm room, debating whether to knock or not.

She had been gone for two days because of dealing with Brendan and his tendency to turn people into frozen statues, trying to keep Smallville High running the way he wanted it to run .

Of course, Clark and Lois saved the day, getting her and Lana out of there, along with the other students that Brendan kidnapped from the "Most Likely" page of the yearbook.

At least the ones that had survived!

Chloe put a lot of thought into her attire, although she'd told herself that she was simply here to ask if Jason wanted to join her for dinner and a movie... she couldn't seem to find the courage to knock on his door. Just as she was lifting her hand to knock, the sound of heavy, labored footsteps reached her ears. Curious, she looked around, determining the steps were coming her way.

Always the reporter, Chloe followed the sound. She made it to the stairwell, where a tall young man dripped water and blood onto an aging carpet. He put one hand on the wall to steady himself, and left a bloody handprint as he swayed dangerously from side to side.

"Jason?" Chloe yelped as she ran to him and tried to catch him before he fell.
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