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xtremeroswelliaSeries: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Title: Fic 5: 33.1
Authors: Clarksmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Yeah, we don't own anything. Except our computers. :P Don't sue. Thanks.
Epilogue
"Read it to me again, Chloe," Dean said, a stupid grin on his face as he drove the Impala west out of Smallville, Kansas. He knew Chloe's article would hit the newsstands today but had no idea the sheer publicity it would receive. When they stopped for gas just outside of town, Chloe and Sarah had grabbed copies of every major newspaper in the country, and all had the same things splashed across the front headline. That the Luthors had been arrested and were awaiting trial for their human testing practices. The tabloids, of course, talked about Lana Lang dumping Lex Luthor, which was hardly surprising.
Chloe shook her head a little in amusement, grinning as she began to read him the article once more. Truthfully she herself was bordering on exuberant. Not only had she finally gotten 33.1 shut down and the Luthor's busted, Lana had taken her side and dumped Lex flat on his ass and she couldn't be happier about that. She left town knowing Clark would look after her cousin and Lana and that they'd be all right. "I'm not sure which I like best. The picture of Lex behind bars, or the mug shot of Lionel," she said with a laugh.
From the backseat, Sarah snickered at the picture Chloe was referring to. "I definitely think Lex looks good in orange." She noticed Sam looking at her from above his own paper, a strange look in his eyes. "What, I can't think orange is an attractive color on a known felon?" she asked innocently.
Sam snorted and shook his head. "Charges include first degree murder, abduction, attempted murder...this list is huge."
Chloe's smile faded a little. "It doesn't matter. They'll get off."
Stepping harder on the gas, Dean frowned. "My, aren't you a buzz kill," he replied flatly, staring ahead at the long stretch of open road, nothing before them but the horizon.
"She's got a point," Sarah replied solemnly. "With all the money they've got? Their lawyers will be all over this, and by the time they're through, they'll make the Luthors look like humanitarians."
Chloe stared out at the window. "At least 33.1 is shut down and the world knows they're scum."
Sam nodded silently, turning through his newspaper and sighing a little contentedly, his thoughts shifting back to the time he and Sarah had spent together earlier. "Yeah, it's people like that who make this world the most... demonic."
"Tell me about it," Dean replied, cranking up the music.
"Where we headed to now?" Sarah asked, biting back the smile that threatened to surface at the absent look on Sam's face.
"Anywhere but here," Chloe answered, leaning back in her seat and turning to look at Dean silently.
"Nebraska," Dean said quietly, making eye contact with his brother, who had looked up suddenly at the mere mention of that state.
"Why?" Sam asked in surprise, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
"The Roadhouse, Sammy," he replied, focusing back on the road. "Think it's time we paid Ellen and Jo a visit, don't you?"
Sarah looked utterly confused and lost. "You know these people, Chloe?" she asked.
"No, I don't," she said, glancing at Dean and then Sam, just as much confusion on her face.
Dean cleared his throat. "They're... old friends of the family." The frown on Sam's face caught his attention in the rearview mirror. "Dude, we're going, okay?"
"Whatever you say. You're driving." Sam let out a breath, suddenly on edge once more.
"Great, more tension," Sarah muttered under her breath as she folded down her newspaper and scooted into the seat. She stared out the window, watching the flatlands fly by.
"Damn right I'm driving," he replied, pushing harder on the gas, forcing the Impala to her maximum speed.
Chloe glanced at Sarah in the rearview and suddenly wished Sam was in her spot and she was in the backseat. She had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a long, tense drive to Nebraska.
Title: Fic 5: 33.1
Authors: Clarksmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Yeah, we don't own anything. Except our computers. :P Don't sue. Thanks.
Epilogue
"Read it to me again, Chloe," Dean said, a stupid grin on his face as he drove the Impala west out of Smallville, Kansas. He knew Chloe's article would hit the newsstands today but had no idea the sheer publicity it would receive. When they stopped for gas just outside of town, Chloe and Sarah had grabbed copies of every major newspaper in the country, and all had the same things splashed across the front headline. That the Luthors had been arrested and were awaiting trial for their human testing practices. The tabloids, of course, talked about Lana Lang dumping Lex Luthor, which was hardly surprising.
Chloe shook her head a little in amusement, grinning as she began to read him the article once more. Truthfully she herself was bordering on exuberant. Not only had she finally gotten 33.1 shut down and the Luthor's busted, Lana had taken her side and dumped Lex flat on his ass and she couldn't be happier about that. She left town knowing Clark would look after her cousin and Lana and that they'd be all right. "I'm not sure which I like best. The picture of Lex behind bars, or the mug shot of Lionel," she said with a laugh.
From the backseat, Sarah snickered at the picture Chloe was referring to. "I definitely think Lex looks good in orange." She noticed Sam looking at her from above his own paper, a strange look in his eyes. "What, I can't think orange is an attractive color on a known felon?" she asked innocently.
Sam snorted and shook his head. "Charges include first degree murder, abduction, attempted murder...this list is huge."
Chloe's smile faded a little. "It doesn't matter. They'll get off."
Stepping harder on the gas, Dean frowned. "My, aren't you a buzz kill," he replied flatly, staring ahead at the long stretch of open road, nothing before them but the horizon.
"She's got a point," Sarah replied solemnly. "With all the money they've got? Their lawyers will be all over this, and by the time they're through, they'll make the Luthors look like humanitarians."
Chloe stared out at the window. "At least 33.1 is shut down and the world knows they're scum."
Sam nodded silently, turning through his newspaper and sighing a little contentedly, his thoughts shifting back to the time he and Sarah had spent together earlier. "Yeah, it's people like that who make this world the most... demonic."
"Tell me about it," Dean replied, cranking up the music.
"Where we headed to now?" Sarah asked, biting back the smile that threatened to surface at the absent look on Sam's face.
"Anywhere but here," Chloe answered, leaning back in her seat and turning to look at Dean silently.
"Nebraska," Dean said quietly, making eye contact with his brother, who had looked up suddenly at the mere mention of that state.
"Why?" Sam asked in surprise, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
"The Roadhouse, Sammy," he replied, focusing back on the road. "Think it's time we paid Ellen and Jo a visit, don't you?"
Sarah looked utterly confused and lost. "You know these people, Chloe?" she asked.
"No, I don't," she said, glancing at Dean and then Sam, just as much confusion on her face.
Dean cleared his throat. "They're... old friends of the family." The frown on Sam's face caught his attention in the rearview mirror. "Dude, we're going, okay?"
"Whatever you say. You're driving." Sam let out a breath, suddenly on edge once more.
"Great, more tension," Sarah muttered under her breath as she folded down her newspaper and scooted into the seat. She stared out the window, watching the flatlands fly by.
"Damn right I'm driving," he replied, pushing harder on the gas, forcing the Impala to her maximum speed.
Chloe glanced at Sarah in the rearview and suddenly wished Sam was in her spot and she was in the backseat. She had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a long, tense drive to Nebraska.
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Date: 2007-01-17 07:35 pm (UTC)There heading back to the roadhouse... I wonder if Sarah and Chloe will get along with Jo though...
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