The Rantings of a Roving Reporter

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Chloe laid back on the bed in her hotel room, drowning herself in the pillows in an attempt to relax. The last few days were still a blur, and while thinking about it was making her start to second guess her actions, she couldn't make her brain shut down.

( In which there is tell, not show, because this canon, oh god I cannot even. )

[Finally taken from Smallville episodes 10x01 and 10x02, and done this way because I love you all too much to subject you to this plot canon catchup-style. :) Establishy and OOC okay!]

Looking back, Chloe still wasn't entirely sure what had happened. She'd agreed to meet up with Lana and Oliver to discuss his new job for her, one that would actually keep her in Metropolis for a while, and Chloe had ended up amazed by how everything about the Isis Foundation appealed to her. Getting to help the meteor infected before they went crazy and homicidal? Using Luthor money - thanks to Lana's divorce from Lex - for good? There was so much good work that could be done there, and Chloe had felt honored that they wanted to include her in getting everything officially off the ground and running.

She didn't remember who suggested going out for drinks to celebrate, but she did remember that she hadn't had nearly as much to drink as Lana, and the two of them combined hadn't had as much as Oliver. Chloe had been riding a natural high for the last few days, and she'd assumed that it was just an increase in feelings for Jimmy until she found herself pressed tightly into a corner booth, her heart beating faster every time her leg brushed up against Oliver's, and a heady feeling taking over when her hand ended up on Lana's thigh.

( One thing Chloe was certain about was that she'd made the first move. )

[Hey, look at that, I am capable of moving Chloe's story along sometimes. :D]

For the longest time now, I've wanted to change Chloe's username to something a little more original, and those of you who pay close attention to your userinfos might have noticed that I finally went ahead and did it. To those who have had the misfortune of getting to listen to me complain about exactly how horrific Smallville has gotten lately, I promise, this was very therapeutic, and my ranting will be more infrequent now. Possibly.

It was a slow news day. Chloe hated slow news days, because she always ended up bored, and today was no exception. While lounging beside her computer, she realized that it had been way too long since she'd e-mailed Jake and Krycek.

It wasn't until she started typing that she remembered how her attitude shifted when she sent e-mails these days.

( Chloe really needs to get a LiveJournal for this kind of bitchery. )

Chloe sat back and looked over what she'd typed. She got about halfway through the message before selecting and deleting the entire thing. Jake and Krycek definitely didn't need to see all of that, not unless she wanted them to make her take a head start towards her future in the psycho ward. After clearing the screen, she changed the recipient list, and started again.

( Now with 98% less emo! )

[If you knew Chloe at all while she was at school, feel free to assume you got the e-mail. It's a pretty broad list, because I said so. *g*]

The weekend had gone by far too quickly, and Chloe found herself packing to go home a lot sooner than she wanted to. Luckily, she still had one bit of unfinished business to deal with before she could leave.

[locked to a specific someone, whee!]

"Hey there, pretty lady. Aren't you here awfully late?"

Chloe turned around from her computer, and gave Jimmy Olsen a bemused look. She was having enough trouble trying to find her place with her new internship at The Daily Planet - having Jimmy around the office just made things even more complicated. All she needed was for Clark to suddenly decide that he wanted to be a reporter, and the triangle of awkwardness would be complete.

All the newspapers in all the world, and Jimmy had to come back to work at hers. ( Of course, if it got her called "pretty lady" more often, Chloe supposed she couldn't complain too much. )

[Not open for interaction due to time and space, woe! Just establishy.]

Chloe had tried just about every procrastinatory trick in the book. She'd cleaned her room and wandered around the dorms and sent out e-mails, and at some point in the morning, she finally realized she couldn't put this off any more.

Her flight was scheduled for Friday evening. Today? She had to suck it up and pack to leave.

[Minor OCD below, for those who want to come by at a specific time. I'll be on slowplay at work throughout the day.]