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On Impulse 14/24

On Impulse Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Romance/drama, AU
Pairing: Bart/Chloe, Clark/Lois
Rating: R to NC17
Characters: Bart, Chloe, Clark, Lois, Oliver, Aqua, Canary, Cyborg, Lex, Lionel
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the producers and writers of Smallville
Warning: Some scenes may disturb
Spoilers: Season Four: Run, Season Six: Justice, Hydro, Season Seven
Feedback: Is like a drug - gimme more

Summary: Bart comes to town to spend time with his girlfriend Chloe. When she disappears, he turns to Clark and Lois for help.

A/N: Awesome cover by ctbn60


Chapter Fourteen

Oliver came out of the house and joined Bart and Lois at the fence.

“Where’s Cyborg?” he asked. Bart nodded in the direction of the barn.

“Working out.”

Oliver turned toward the barn. “Suit up Impulse. I have a mission for you.”

Lois glanced at Bart, then at Oliver’s back. “Ollie ...” she began, but Oliver ignored her. Bart looked back at her.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I need this.”

Oliver returned a few minutes later with Victor, aka Cyborg. Bart had already zipped into the house and changed into his Impulse gear. He listened as Oliver told them what to do.

“Impulse, you take Metropolis. Luthor’s office.” He handed Bart a flash drive. “Get what you can, but don’t get caught. We don’t want another Ridge Facility. Got that?”

Bart mock saluted his boss. “Aye aye, cap.” Oliver scowled at him. Bart was so immature sometimes. He turned to Victor.

“You take the Luthor mansion. Same drill. You’ll have better luck with the security.”

He handed each of them a communication headset. “Only use them if you get into trouble. Otherwise, it’s radio silence.” He glanced at his watch. “This is a recon mission only. I want you guys back here no later than nineteen hundred hours.”

Bart seemed to be doing some calculations in his head. Victor glared at him.

“Seven pm, dork.”

Bart jerked his head at his African American team-mate. “Catch you later, sucker,” he said, speeding off. Victor stood there shaking his head. He turned and began running for the Luthor mansion.

Oliver turned and went in the house. He handed AC and Dinah their own communicators.

“Be ready to act as back-up,” he said. “I’m hoping you won’t be needed.”

The two of them nodded. Then Oliver turned to Lois.

“Normally, Chloe would act as Watchtower,” he said, handing her a communicator as well. Lois’ eyes were shining bright with tears as she took the small device.

“Thank you,” she said softly. She glanced at Clark, then sat in front of the laptop, watching the screen as the signals were activated.

The two men looked at each other and nodded, silently approving each other’s thoughts. Game on, Oliver thought.


“I don’t know what happened,” Chloe insisted.

“You must know something. What happened when you healed the girl?”

Chloe rolled her eyes and sighed. “I already told you. My hands started to glow and then the electrics went out. I didn’t know it would happen.”

Dr Raybourne looked down at the notes on his clipboard.

“Describe it to me in detail. Again.”

“Look, all I can assume is there’s some sort of exchange. I give them part of my life force, or something and I take on the injury, or the death, or whatever. I’m not a scientist. I don’t know how it works. I’ve told you this ten times already.”

“Perhaps we require another demonstration.”

Chloe shook her head and growled softly. Lex. Did the man ever give up?

“You can forget it. I’m not watching you kill another meteor freak just so you can get your rocks off.”

Lex smirked. “Is that really what you think?”

Yes, Chloe thought. I do think that. I see the look in your eyes when you watch. I wonder if it feels the same when you kill someone yourself? Not, I’m sure, that you would ever dirty your hands that way. No, you get one of your minions to do it.

“Psycho,” she said under her breath. But somehow Lex caught it anyway.

“Let me clear up one little misconception for you, Chloe. I’m not a psychopath.”

She shook her head, and poked her tongue out slightly, her teeth biting on the tip.

“No,” she agreed. “You’re not a psychopath. Because a psychopath isn’t lucid enough to know what he’s doing. I guess I was wrong about that. You’re a sociopath. You know the difference between right and wrong. You just don’t give a shit!”

Lex’s eyes darkened. His whole demeanour became menacing as he moved away from the wall where he had been casually leaning.

“Leave us,” he said quietly to the doctor.

Chloe backed as far away from him as she could as he moved to stand over her. Trouble was, there was nowhere to go but the far wall, and if she did that, she’d be trapped.

“Sir?” Raybourne said.

“Get out,” Lex snapped. The doctor hastily made his exit.

Lex forced Chloe back against the wall and she swallowed. His hand forced her jaw up, his grip hard and bruising.

“You seem to have this pathological need to continue defying me,” he said.

Chloe’s green eyes glittered with hatred as she glared back at him.

“I used to enjoy that feistiness,” he said. “To delight in the thought that no man would ever tame you. Now I can see just how utterly misguided that assessment was.”

“Whereas I always knew you were a snake,” she hissed, ignoring the pain from the pressure of his fingers on her jaw. “I’m surprised you managed to keep Clark’s friendship as long as you did. But I’m glad he finally got to see you for the asshole you are.”

Lex smirked. “Strong words, Chloe. I’m almost sorry this has to end. Since you refuse to co-operate, I’ll be forced to find ‘other’ means to get what I want out of you.” He let her go and she breathed a little easier as he turned away from her.

“Do you think,” he continued, “that your mother will even know when it happens? Or will she be so deep in her catatonia that even that will escape her notice?”

When what happens, Chloe wanted to ask. But the painful feeling in the pit of her stomach, as well as the nausea, told her what she wanted to know anyway. He was planning on killing her. Dissecting her body to find the source of her ability.

“You really are a bastard,” she said.

He turned and looked at her. “You could have done this my way, Chloe. We could have done great things together, you and I.”

“Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to be great all by yourself?” Chloe retorted.

He just chuckled. Chloe wondered how he was going to do it. Could he do it? Could he really kill her? Had he really gone that far?


Bart sped toward Metropolis, zipping past the security guards on the first floor of Luthorcorp Plaza. Lex’s office was on the sixtieth floor. The office had once been Lionel’s until Lex had taken the company in a coup worth of the elder Luthor.

Bart hated the man. Last year, Lex had captured him, holding him in some kind of cage like a zoo animal with sensor plates designed to fry anyone who paused on them for longer than a micro-second. Bart’s energy had been close to petering out when Clark had arrived to get him out.

Oliver had taught him a lot about how to get into places, especially when they were often locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Fortunately, Bart didn’t have that problem here. Lex was already in his office.

He stood just outside the office, listening at the open door. Lex was on the phone.

“I don’t care what it takes,” Lex was saying. “She refuses to co-operate so I am terminating the project.” A pause. “You heard me, doctor. I want Sullivan gone. No, doctor. I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear.”

Stunned, Bart froze, biting back a gasp. Lex had Chloe! He heard Lex moving about, keys jingling and he sped away, waiting until he saw Lex leave. He returned to the office, looking through documents. Damn it, he thought. Lex hadn’t left his laptop here, which meant there was no way he could get what he needed. He looked around for something that would tell him where Lex had Chloe.

Unable to find anything, Bart sped back to the Smallville farm, hoping that Cyborg would have better luck. He arrived at the door of the farmhouse, almost crying. Clark was working with Lois on the computer. He looked up when Bart burst in.

“He’s got her.”


“Lex. He’s got Chloe.”

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