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You're The One That I Want (Clois) 5/?

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Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Chloe/Jimmy, Lana/Whitney
Characters: Clark, Lois, Chloe, Jimmy, Lana, Whitney, Lucas, Tess
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters of Smallville and I don't own Grease either. I plan on using the song lyrics but hopefully not too much of the dialogue
Feedback: Could be Greased Lightnin'
Art: ctbn60

Summary: It's 1959 Smallville. Clark Luthor is the leader of the T-Birds, but he wants to break the mould of the bad-boy image.

Cast: Clark (Danny), Lois (Sandy), Whitney (Kenickie), Lana (Rizzo), Jimmy (Doody), Chloe (Frenchy), Lucas (Sonny), Tess (Marty)

a/n: Just so you know, somewhere along the way, this story is going to deviate from the movie plot. Well, it wouldn't be one of my stories if it didn't *g*


Chapter Four

Clark swaggered through the school halls, ignoring the whistles from the chicks. It seemed like every girl in school wanted to get with him, but he wasn’t interested in any of them. All he wanted to do was talk to Lois and try and make it up to her.

Whitney grabbed his arm.

“I need your help with something,” he said.

Clark frowned at his friend. “For what?”

“Come on.”

Clark followed him to the workshop where his hunk of ... car was sitting waiting for repairs. Clark saw a large dent in the bumper.

“What happened?”

“I was parking with Lana,” Whitney admitted. “Out at Pine Ridge.”

“You were parking with ...”

Whitney slapped a hand over his mouth. “Geez, not so loud man! I thought you didn’t care about Lana?”

“I don’t. I just didn’t think Lana would ...”

“Nothing happened, okay? I mean, we just made out a little. No big. Just don’t spread it around though, huh? You know what it could do for my reputation if the chicks found out I parked with a girl and didn’t, you know, park?”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. Anyway, go on.”

“Well, yeah, as I said, we were in the back, making out, and this car comes out of nowhere and backs right into us. Well, we got up and looked and it was Dante.”

“Jason Dante? What was he doing up on Pine Ridge?”

“I dunno,” Whitney shrugged. “He had some slag with him. I think she goes to St Mary’s.”

A Catholic school, Clark thought. Some of the girls at those schools had the worst reputations. It was no wonder Dante dated them. Those chicks were not known for keeping their legs crossed.

Whitney sighed. “Man, I spent my whole summer working for this car, and now it’s ...”

Clark put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Look, don’t sweat it, okay? We’ll get Jimmy and Luc and maybe Kenickie and we’ll work on the car. We’ll make it good as new. No better than new.”

“How? I’ve got no money.”

Clark shook his head. It wasn’t like Lionel didn’t give him an allowance. He didn’t like to brag about how much he actually got, since his monthly stipend from his father was on a par with what Whit’s mother would earn in a year working in the shop. Unlike Lex, and Luc, Clark didn’t spend his allowance on frivolous things. He was saving so he could get away from his father, live his own life.

Still, this was important to Whit, and Clark wasn’t about to abandon his friend in his time of need.

“Look, we can probably pick up a good engine at the junkyard, do a little work and recondition it. I bet I can work those dents out.” He started to circle the car. “Sure, there’s a little rust, but we can fix that too. I bet if we all pitch in, we can make this car one bi*chin’ machine.”

“Hell yeah, it’ll be a real chick magnet,” Whitney said. “Sure would impress the hell out of Lana.”

Clark doubted that. It took a lot to impress Lana, but he didn’t voice his opinion, knowing it wasn’t something Whitney needed to hear.

“And hey,” Whit continued, “maybe we can race it out by Thunder Road. Sure would show Dante a thing or two.”

“You know, Jason races for pinks, and I’ve heard he’s got some new tricks.”

“Like what?”

“Dunno. Just that he’s using some kind of booster in the fuel. You really don’t want to race Dante.”

“Well, couldn’t we, I don’t know, use the same booster?”

Clark shook his head. “Look, let’s just see what we can do to get this car running like Greased Lightning okay? Then we can worry about beating Dante.”

He continued to tour around the car, checking under the hood, kicking the tyres. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either.

Lucas and Jimmy weren’t so optimistic.

“This hunk of junk is never going to ...” Lucas said.

Clark grabbed him by the collar.

“And what do you drive, huh? That you haven’t boosted.”

“You know the old man would never let me near any of the fancy cars Lex drives,” Lucas said in protest. Clark dropped him and Lucas shook himself off, turning to Whitney. “Hey, Whit, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m willing to help do whatever.”

Whitney nodded. “Thanks man.”

“Let’s get to work guys,” Clark said. It was going to be a long week.


Lois carried her books in her arms as she walked along the hallway with Chloe and Tess.

“You still thinking about dropping out?” she asked her cousin. Tess turned and looked at Chloe.

“You’re dropping out?” she asked in astonishment.

Chloe looked a little uncomfortable.

“Well, yeah, I mean, I can’t hang around here forever, you know? it’s not like my dad can afford to send me to college and, well, I don’t have a chance of making it as a newspaper reporter.”

“You don’t know if you don’t try,” Lois said.

“Hey, why don’t I talk to my dad?” Tess suggested. “He knows this guy over at the Inquisitor. Roger somebody. I bet he could get you a job.”

Chloe shook her head.

“No offence, Tess, but I don’t want to owe the Luthors anything. Especially your dad.”

“None taken,” the redhead told her, “but if you change your mind ...”

“Chlo, why don’t you submit some of your stuff? I saw that article you wrote for the school paper. I mean, don’t listen to that old hag principal. You’re a good writer. No, not a good writer. A great writer.” Chloe had told her that the principal had not been encouraging when her cousin had told her what she wanted to do with her life. She had refused to let Chloe have a position on the school paper.

Tess nodded. “Lois is right. I mean, there’s that piece you wrote about the whole scarecrow thing back in freshman year.”

“You mean the one where they made Clark the scarecrow? I remember your dad was so angry he marched into the principal’s office and demanded to know the names of every student involved.”

Lois frowned at her cousin. “What’s this about Clark?”

“Well, Clark wasn’t always Mr Popular,” Chloe told her. “He was kind of quiet his first year and, well, everyone sort of hated the Luthors. Lionel kind of owns this town on account of the plant that my dad manages, or assistant manages or something. I mean, that’s why Lex moved here, so he could oversee the plant or something.”

“Why would they make Clark the scarecrow?” Lois asked.

“It’s called hazing,” Tess told her. “Anyway, after Dad came down to the school, he gave Clark this lecture about making people respect you and that’s sort of when Clark began hanging with the bad crowd, if you know what I mean.”

Lois knew all about hazing. Having lived on a few army bases with her father, she had seen some of the new recruits being made to scrub floors with toothbrushes and any number of things the old hats did to the rookies.

“So he didn’t always act like ...”

“Sometimes I think the only reason he acts the way he does is so he can protect guys like Jimmy,” Chloe said, sighing softly.

Tess grinned at Lois. “Chloe’s sort of sweet on Jimmy.”

“Am not,” the blonde answered.

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too times ten.”

Lois bit her lip, her thoughts drifting as the girls bantered back and forth. She knew Clark had been putting on an act, and now she knew for sure that the real Clark was the guy she had met at the lake. If only he could see that there was a way to still be that guy yet also be respected around school. She sighed. Clark would probably never see it.

They stopped at the lockers to put their books away so they could go to lunch. Lana was eating with Whitney somewhere else on campus. It had spread like wildfire around school that Lana and Whitney were a thing now, although they weren’t officially going steady.

“Uh, Lois?”

She looked around, frowning, then stared at the young man she recognised from the pep rally a couple of weeks earlier. The football jock.

“Oh, hi Mark,” she said.

He leaned with one hand against the locker, smiling down at her. He was at least five inches taller than her, with broad shoulders. Still not as broad as Clark’s she thought, and he was nowhere near as good-looking.

“Uh, Lo, why don’t you catch us up,” Chloe suggested.

Lois stared after her cousin, realising the other girls were giving her some privacy. Well, she had wanted to find a way to move on from Clark. Maybe now was her chance.

“Uh, so, I was wondering if you’d like to, maybe, go out some time,” Mark said.

“Sure, Mark. That would be, um, nice.”


Clark slouched against the wall, watching as Jimmy and Lucas played hoops out on the basketball court. They’d been working for the past two weeks on the car and were in need of a break. He hated to admit it, but Lucas seemed to have a real talent for mechanical things. He’d managed to get the engine Clark had got from an old car in the junkyard running like a dream.

“Not playing?” Whitney said, leaning one shoulder against the wall.

“Nah! Don’t really feel like it.”

“You’re thinking about that chick again, aren’t you?” his friend said.

“Yeah, maybe,” he admitted.

“You know she’s dating that football jock. Mark something.”

Clark nodded. “I heard.”

In the distance, he could hear the squealing of tyres and looked up. A car rounded the corner, the driver gunning the engine. Jason Dante smirked at him, his stare challenging. The guy was cruisin’ for a bruisin’ and Clark really wanted to feed him a knuckle sandwich. Trouble was, if he started a fight with Dante, the rest of the Scorpions would want to start a rumble and there was no way he was going to let his friends get in the middle.

One of Dante’s friends in the car threw a beer can at them. Clark darted forward, picking up the can and threw it back, using just a little of his super-strength to hit one of the guys in the back of the head. It wasn’t a hard enough hit to knock him out, but Clark still got satisfaction of knowing it would sting a little. The guy turned in his seat, scowling as he rubbed the back of his head and flipped them the bird.

Whitney watched the game for a few minutes, then whistled.

“Hey guys, we’re going to the Talon. Coming?”

“Well, not yet,” Lucas cracked, bouncing the basketball, then tossing it.

“Jerk!” Clark answered.

They headed into town. All the tables were occupado, Clark thought, sighing inwardly, but that didn’t seem to be a problem for Lucas. He ambled over to the booth where Sheldon was sitting with his friends.

“Hey, dickwad, we need this table.”

“We were sitting here,” Sheldon protested, pushing his glasses up. He had a piece of tape across the bridge of the glasses. They’d clearly been broken at some point.

“Well, now you ain’t,” Lucas said, tossing the books piled on the table onto the floor. “Get out of here.”

Clark rolled his eyes at his brother’s attitude.

“Man, you are such a greaseball sometimes,” he told him.

Lucas ignored him, lounging against the booth. Whitney slid in beside him, while Clark and Jimmy took the other side. One of the waitresses came over.

“Yeah, whaddya want?”

“Sodas,” Whitney ordered.

The girl scowled and stalked away, calling them cheapskates. Whitney shook his head and leaned forward.

“So, I heard from a buddy of mine that the fuzz have been staking out Thunder Road. Guess they’ve been trying to catch Dante.”

Lucas shook his head. “We’d never be able to race there then,” he said. “The old man told me if I get locked up again, he ain’t gonna bail me out. Neither will Chrome Dome.”

“That’s cause you’re stupid enough to get caught,” Clark told him.

“Unlike you?” Lucas snarled.

Clark glanced at his friends briefly. Whitney looked curious.

“Yeah, how is it you never get caught, Clark? I mean, not once.”

“Well, I ain’t stupid,” Clark returned.

He sat back and tuned out as his friends started to argue. He looked around the diner. Lois was at a table in the back, eating what appeared to be an ice cream sundae with the football jock. Clark was hit with a surge of jealousy.

He heard the rustling of a skirt and looked up.

“Well, looks like somebody’s got herself a whole new honey,” Lana said, smirking. “Guess you weren’t ‘man’ enough for her after all.”

“Shut up, Lana.”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “What’s this? The great Clark Luthor jealous?” she said.

“Cool it, Lana,” Whitney said quietly.

Her eyes flashed with anger as she looked at her boyfriend. If there was one thing Clark had learned early on when they’d been dating, it was that Lana didn’t like being told what to do. By anyone.

Lucas just smirked.

“Man, chicks. More trouble than they’re worth. I swear they’re only good for one thing. Of course, then you’ve gotta listen to them whining for the other twenty three hours and forty five minutes.”

Jimmy frowned. “Does it really only take fifteen minutes?” he asked.

“Well,” Lucas drawled. “No prizes for guessing which one of us is the virgin here!”

“Climb it, Tarzan!” Jimmy returned, flipping him the bird.

Lucas gave a whoop and pretended to poke Jimmy in the eyes and Jimmy retaliated by standing up and giving Lucas a noogie. Whitney responded to their tomfoolery by giving Lucas a sharp slap on the back of his head and smacking Jimmy over his head. Clark just rolled his eyes, turning to watch Lois talking quietly with the jock.


Lois had seen Clark come in but had tried to stay cool. Still, her heart had skipped a beat when she’d looked up, only to catch his green-eyed gaze turned her way. Lois had returned her attention to Mark, but couldn’t help wishing Clark would come over.

She liked Mark. He was a nice guy; uncomplicated. He didn’t put on airs or act like a jerk in front of his friends. Still, he wasn’t the brightest of guys. The only thing he really had going for him was the football, which was okay, but she wasn’t that into jocks.

The music on the jukebox was Raining on Prom Night, which Lois found to be more than a little depressing.

“I’m just gonna go pick some new music,” she told Mark, getting up with a coin in her hand. Her date nodded and smiled. Lois walked through the shop, giving the T-Birds’ table a wide berth and stood beside the jukebox, looking at the choices.

Her heart skipped when she felt Clark move in beside her.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” she said coolly, trying not to let her emotions show.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Fine thanks.”

“That’s good. Uh, so you’re um, dating Mark.”

“Uh-huh,” she said.

“I guess he’s all right, for a meathead jock.”

Lois looked up at him. “Meathead?”

“Well, look at him. He’s not exactly playing with a full deck is he?”

She sighed and shook her head.

“At least he doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not. Tell me something, Clark, all that stuff you told me at the lake, was any of that for real or was it just a line to get in my pants?”

“Lois, I wouldn’t ... look, you have to understand. It’s complicated.”

“A complicated thing. I get that. See, that’s why I like Mark.”

“Why? Because he’s simple?”

Lois narrowed her eyes at him, seeing Clark snickering as if he had told the world’s most hilarious joke.

“Is this just a joke to you?” she asked.

Clark stopped laughing.

“No, Lois, I ...”

“Why don’t you go back to your friends and laugh about all those lies you told me at the lake. Go on, go and tell them how you made me believe you were actually a nice guy and not just some jerk who pretends to like someone just so he can get his kicks.”

“It’s not like that!” he told her.

“Then how is it, really, Clark? I wanna know.”

“I told you, it’s complicated. Look, Lois, I’m sorry about that night at the rally. I really am. It just, it wasn’t me. I mean it was me, just not the real me. The guy you met at the lake, that was the real me. I swear.”

Lois sighed as Clark continued.

“See, I have this image with the guys.”

“Yeah, Tess told me about your so-called image. To me, it’s just, it’s a crock is what it is.”

“So you prefer a guy whose brains are in his biceps?”

“At least I know where I stand with a guy like Mark. Besides, what have you ever done? I mean, at least he plays football for the school. You, you spend half your time ditching school to do what? Boost cars? Like that’s attractive! You know, if it wasn’t for your dad pulling strings for you, you’d probably be in juvie or something. I’ve heard a lot about you since I started at Smallville High and there’s a lot of kids who say you’re nothing but a bully who thinks you’re better than anyone else because your dad’s like the richest guy on the planet.”

“Well, that just goes to show they don’t know me at all,” he said, sounding miffed.

“Then prove it,” she challenged, flouncing off, her long ponytail hitting him in the face as she turned away.

This car could be systematic
Why it could be Greased Lightnin’

Greased Lightnin’

We’ll get some overhead lifters
And four barrel quads, oh yeah

Keep talkin’ whoa keep talkin’

A fuel injection cut-off
And chrome-plated rods, oh yeah

We’ll get her ready
I’ll kill to get her ready

With a four-speed on the floor
They’ll be waiting at the door
You know that ain’t no ****
We’ll be gettin’ lots of tit
In Greased Lightnin’

Go go go go
Go go go go go

Go Greased Lightnin’
You’re burning up the quarter mile
Greased Lightnin’
Go Greased Lightnin’

Go Greased Lightnin’
You’re coastin’ through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightnin’
Go Greased Lightnin’

You are supreme
The chicks’ll cream
For Greased Lightnin’

Go go go go go go go

Purple French tail-lights
And thirty inch fins oh yeah
A palomino dashboard
And dual muffler twins, oh yeah

With new pistons, plugs and shocks
I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain’t braggin’
It’s a real pussy wagon

Greased Lightnin’

Go go go go
Go go go go go

Go Greased Lightnin’
You’re burning up the quarter mile
Greased Lightnin’
Go Greased Lightnin’

Go Greased Lightnin’
You’re coastin’ through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightnin’
Go Greased Lightnin’

You are supreme
The chicks’ll cream
For Greased Lightnin’

Go go go go go go go

Go Greased Lightnin’
You’re burning up the quarter mile
Greased Lightnin’
Go Greased Lightnin’

Go Greased Lightnin’
You’re coastin’ through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightnin’
Go Greased Lightnin’

You are supreme
The chicks’ll cream
For Greased Lightnin’

Lightnin’ lightnin’ lightnin’
Lightnin’ lightnin’ lightnin’




( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 4th, 2013 06:01 pm (UTC)
Absolutely AMAZING new chapter with one of my favorite songs!!

Good going, honey!
Apr. 5th, 2013 05:18 am (UTC)
Thank you honey
Apr. 5th, 2013 12:11 am (UTC)
I was half expecting to see the Vid of this scene! :) but I guess you didn't have a matching Smallville one. :)
I was wondering if you are going to finish The Truth about Men & Women? I noticed you started new fics and wasn't sure you would finish those started. I remember you did a poll but I didn't go back to check the outcome.
Apr. 5th, 2013 05:18 am (UTC)
I ran out of time to post the vid to the song, but yes, unfortunately there's no Smallville version.

Here is where I start to deviate from the movie plot - I couldn't help myself.

I do plan to get to The Truth soon. Don't worry. I will never, ever, leave anything unfinished. It's just not in me to do that. It's frustrating for me as a reader to see a story unfinished and I would never do that to my readers. I'm just funny that way.
Apr. 5th, 2013 11:03 pm (UTC)
Well thank goodness you're funny that way!!! I agree, there's nothing worse for a reader to start something and really get into it, only to be left hanging.

Go you! I can be very patient if I am told that it will come for sure. That's great to hear.

And I'm glad you will be deviating now in this one, I'm actually surprised you included the beat up old car bit, so now I am more than intrigued!! :D
Apr. 7th, 2013 07:54 pm (UTC)
Wonderful chapter honey! I'm glad clark went after her it's kinda of cute I can so see them in this scene!
Apr. 8th, 2013 07:15 am (UTC)
I did like the scene where Sandy basically throws down the gauntlet and I wanted to include it here.
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