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Title: Plucky Girl Career Women
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lana/Chloe
Rating: G
Prompt: Begin
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Absence doesn't really make the heart grow fonder, but sometimes it does make you realize what you don't have, what you want to have, and what you could have.
Notes: Takes place in a slight AU, borrowing the DCAU canon that Lana grew up to be a fashion designer.
Chloe Sullivan was, by far, the single most energetic student at Smallville High, Lana was sure of it. Sometimes she suspected that the reason Chloe'd been so down on the cheerleaders all the time was because none of them could have ever hoped to keep up with her. But Lana was never really sure that Chloe understood how much she genuinely liked and looked up to her, which was why Lana always tried to be honest about it when Chloe did something that made Lana respect her even more.
After all, they'd headbutted more than once on the social battlefield that was high school, and Chloe wasn't one to pull any punches. She had a well-documented and not entirely unjustified grudge against the cheerleading squad, to which Lana, of course, had once belonged. But once Lana had quit the squad under moral protest of corruption in the athletics department, Chloe seemed to warm up more to the idea that pompoms weren't actually parasites feeding on brain tissue and moral fiber.
Which was the start of a friendship that Lana would come to cherish more than any other, even long after high school.
They'd kept in touch after graduation -- Chloe complaining about the stingy, closed-minded editors at The Daily Planet, and Lana mourning how her fingers would be swiss cheese by the time she finally graduated from the Metropolis Institute of Fashion. They met whenever they could for lunch and dinner; Chloe put in a good word for Lana landing her a part time job in the Archives Department at the Planet; Lana played stylist and tailor whenever Chloe needed to look exceptionally professional for any interviews. They got excited over dates, comforted each other over breakups, helped with moves to new apartments, celebrated birthdays, roadtripped back to Smallville for holidays and reunions ...
And cried when, after graduation, Lana was offered an exclusive internship at a fashion house based in Paris.
Her Aunt Nell had organized a graduation-slash-going-away party back at The Talon with all of her friends, which had been bittersweet enough. But it hadn't been nearly as hard as saying goodbye to Chloe at the airport.
They kept their promises to keep in touch, but it was harder across oceans, time zones, and international borders. They emailed, of course, about how exciting Paris was for a young, fresh-faced fashion designer with enough business sense to not be bulldozed or taken advantage of; about Chloe's first front page story and what it was like working with Clark again and watching him drool all over her cousin. But it was harder and harder to find the time in the crush of Trying To Make A Name For Themselves. And it was only made up for a little during the occasional vid-chats they were able to get in over long business holidays when Lana couldn't come home, but both of them were thrilled to just hear the others' voice again.
After almost five years, Chloe had gone through several stages of separation anxiety: Certainty that Lana would only be gone a year or two and would come back as soon as her internship was over; fear that Lana had left Metropolis for Paris forever; and, finally, acceptance that Lana was doing what was right for her and just being happy that she'd found her passion and purpose, even if it meant that their relationship would be purely online for the rest of their lives.
So imagine Chloe's surprise when she got a call one day at her desk from a voice she hadn't heard in months.
"Afternoon, Miss Sullivan."
"Lana?" Chloe squealed and immediately looked around to see everyone's eyes on her. She waved off Clark's interested stare and turned away, dropping back to her indoor voice to give herself a little more privacy. "Lana, how are you? Why are you calling me at work?"
Lana laughed delightedly and Chloe could just picture the bright smile on her face and had to smile too.
"Well, it is technically a business call, and I figured your boss could take the international charges better than you could."
"You're not wrong. So what's up?" Chloe asked. "What business could up-and-coming fashion star Lana Lang have with humble girl reporter Chloe Sullivan?"
"Well," Lana said, "kind of exactly that, actually. I'm having my first fashion show. In Metropolis. And I want you to cover it."
"You mean you're finally coming back?!" Chloe burst out.
Lana laughed again, so obviously pleased at the reaction, "Next month. I've got an apartment picked out and everything."
"Lana that's great! I can't wait to see you again! But Lana," she had to point out, "you know I'm an investigative reporter. Fashion shows aren't really my beat."
"I know," Lana said, apologetic but warm and insistent, "but I really want you to do it. I'll give you an exclusive interview and everything."
Chloe took a few moments to think that over, but she already knew what her answer was going to be, how could she pass that up after all? "Alright, I'll talk to my editor."
"Great!"
There was another beat on the other end of the line, and Chloe could almost hear Lana working herself up for something, but she waited until Lana finally spoke again.
"And hey, maybe afterwards I could treat you to dinner or something."
Chloe felt her stomach knot up and her face turn red, and she bit her lip to try to keep from smiling too hard, "Lana Lang. Did you just ask me out on a date?"
"Yeah, I guess I did," she answered warily.
"Wow," Chloe laughed, just milking the moment. "Europe really has changed you."
Lana sighed, good-naturedly, "It hasn't changed me so much that I don't need a yes or a no answer."
Chloe considered leaving her hanging for a little bit longer, but finally took pity, "Let me know your flight number when you get it. I'll pick you up at the airport and find us a nice non-French restaurant."
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lana/Chloe
Rating: G
Prompt: Begin
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Absence doesn't really make the heart grow fonder, but sometimes it does make you realize what you don't have, what you want to have, and what you could have.
Notes: Takes place in a slight AU, borrowing the DCAU canon that Lana grew up to be a fashion designer.
Chloe Sullivan was, by far, the single most energetic student at Smallville High, Lana was sure of it. Sometimes she suspected that the reason Chloe'd been so down on the cheerleaders all the time was because none of them could have ever hoped to keep up with her. But Lana was never really sure that Chloe understood how much she genuinely liked and looked up to her, which was why Lana always tried to be honest about it when Chloe did something that made Lana respect her even more.
After all, they'd headbutted more than once on the social battlefield that was high school, and Chloe wasn't one to pull any punches. She had a well-documented and not entirely unjustified grudge against the cheerleading squad, to which Lana, of course, had once belonged. But once Lana had quit the squad under moral protest of corruption in the athletics department, Chloe seemed to warm up more to the idea that pompoms weren't actually parasites feeding on brain tissue and moral fiber.
Which was the start of a friendship that Lana would come to cherish more than any other, even long after high school.
They'd kept in touch after graduation -- Chloe complaining about the stingy, closed-minded editors at The Daily Planet, and Lana mourning how her fingers would be swiss cheese by the time she finally graduated from the Metropolis Institute of Fashion. They met whenever they could for lunch and dinner; Chloe put in a good word for Lana landing her a part time job in the Archives Department at the Planet; Lana played stylist and tailor whenever Chloe needed to look exceptionally professional for any interviews. They got excited over dates, comforted each other over breakups, helped with moves to new apartments, celebrated birthdays, roadtripped back to Smallville for holidays and reunions ...
And cried when, after graduation, Lana was offered an exclusive internship at a fashion house based in Paris.
Her Aunt Nell had organized a graduation-slash-going-away party back at The Talon with all of her friends, which had been bittersweet enough. But it hadn't been nearly as hard as saying goodbye to Chloe at the airport.
They kept their promises to keep in touch, but it was harder across oceans, time zones, and international borders. They emailed, of course, about how exciting Paris was for a young, fresh-faced fashion designer with enough business sense to not be bulldozed or taken advantage of; about Chloe's first front page story and what it was like working with Clark again and watching him drool all over her cousin. But it was harder and harder to find the time in the crush of Trying To Make A Name For Themselves. And it was only made up for a little during the occasional vid-chats they were able to get in over long business holidays when Lana couldn't come home, but both of them were thrilled to just hear the others' voice again.
After almost five years, Chloe had gone through several stages of separation anxiety: Certainty that Lana would only be gone a year or two and would come back as soon as her internship was over; fear that Lana had left Metropolis for Paris forever; and, finally, acceptance that Lana was doing what was right for her and just being happy that she'd found her passion and purpose, even if it meant that their relationship would be purely online for the rest of their lives.
So imagine Chloe's surprise when she got a call one day at her desk from a voice she hadn't heard in months.
"Afternoon, Miss Sullivan."
"Lana?" Chloe squealed and immediately looked around to see everyone's eyes on her. She waved off Clark's interested stare and turned away, dropping back to her indoor voice to give herself a little more privacy. "Lana, how are you? Why are you calling me at work?"
Lana laughed delightedly and Chloe could just picture the bright smile on her face and had to smile too.
"Well, it is technically a business call, and I figured your boss could take the international charges better than you could."
"You're not wrong. So what's up?" Chloe asked. "What business could up-and-coming fashion star Lana Lang have with humble girl reporter Chloe Sullivan?"
"Well," Lana said, "kind of exactly that, actually. I'm having my first fashion show. In Metropolis. And I want you to cover it."
"You mean you're finally coming back?!" Chloe burst out.
Lana laughed again, so obviously pleased at the reaction, "Next month. I've got an apartment picked out and everything."
"Lana that's great! I can't wait to see you again! But Lana," she had to point out, "you know I'm an investigative reporter. Fashion shows aren't really my beat."
"I know," Lana said, apologetic but warm and insistent, "but I really want you to do it. I'll give you an exclusive interview and everything."
Chloe took a few moments to think that over, but she already knew what her answer was going to be, how could she pass that up after all? "Alright, I'll talk to my editor."
"Great!"
There was another beat on the other end of the line, and Chloe could almost hear Lana working herself up for something, but she waited until Lana finally spoke again.
"And hey, maybe afterwards I could treat you to dinner or something."
Chloe felt her stomach knot up and her face turn red, and she bit her lip to try to keep from smiling too hard, "Lana Lang. Did you just ask me out on a date?"
"Yeah, I guess I did," she answered warily.
"Wow," Chloe laughed, just milking the moment. "Europe really has changed you."
Lana sighed, good-naturedly, "It hasn't changed me so much that I don't need a yes or a no answer."
Chloe considered leaving her hanging for a little bit longer, but finally took pity, "Let me know your flight number when you get it. I'll pick you up at the airport and find us a nice non-French restaurant."
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