Note to Clana fans, you might want to stay away from this fic.  Even though this is a Chloe/Wesley pairing, I'm a Chlark fan at heart.  I have an intense dislike for Lana, and it tends to show through in my fic.

 

*A Few Hours Later*

-Smallville-

 

    "Clark, is there something going on between Lex and Chloe?"

 

    Clark Kent looked up in surprise at the pretty owner of the Talon.  "What are you talking about, Lana?"

 

    Lana pointed discreetly to a corner table of the coffee shop, where Lex and Chloe had been sitting for hours.  "They've been here since school let out.

 

 

    Clark stared at the couple, frowning. "Maybe he gave her an interview."

 

    "I don't know,"  Lana said, shaking her head.  "They look pretty friendly to me."

 

    "There's no way.  Chloe would have said something, or Lex. Besides, she's way to young for him."

 

    "He's not *that* much older than us, Clark."

 

    "There isn't anything going on between them."  Clark's tone was firm.

 

    Lana shrugged. "All right.  I could be wrong.  I'll ask her about it later.  I have to get back to work."  Lana gave Clark a smile, and headed back to the counter.

 

    Clark sat, staring at Lex and Chloe.  He frowned as he saw Chloe laugh, and lean forward toward Lex.  He watched as Lex smiled and put his hand over Chloe's.  Clark gritted his teeth; something was definitely going on.

 

-L.A.-

 

    Angel stood in the doorway of the Hyperion lobby.  He stared across the room, toward Cordelia's desk.  Cordy was sitting at her computer.  Wesley stood behind her, leaning over her shoulder to stare at the screen.

 

    Angel watched as they talked, deep in conversation.  They hadn't even noticed he was in the room.  Wesley laid a hand on Cordelia's back, and leaned forward some more.  Their cheeks were almost touching.  Angel narrowed his eyes.  He wondered briefly if something was going on between the two of them.

 

    Telling himself the suspicion was unfounded, and not really any of his business, Angel stepped all the way into the room.

 

    "Have you found anything yet?"

 

    Cordelia and Wesley both turned, surprised.

 

    "Smallville, Kansas,"  Wesley gestured toward the computer screen. "We came across several  Smallvilles throughout the country.  But only one with a newspaper called "The Torch."  It's a high school paper."

 

    "Find anything else useful?"

 

    Cordelia nodded. "The city council has a web page up about all the town attractions. Trust me, they certainly don't sound very interesting.  God, the place sounds worse than Sunnydale.  The only thing of remote interest is that LexCorp is located there."  Off of Angel's blank stare, she elaborated. "Hello?  LexCorp?  As in Lex Luthor?  As in one of the richest men in the world?" Cordelia sighed, and rolled her eyes in disgust.

 

    Wesley cleared his throat. "Cordelia is skipping over one other interesting thing about the town.  About 15 years ago there was a huge meteor shower there. It wiped out a lot of the town, and killed a few people.  We've been looking through the newspaper archives that are on-line.  A lot of odd things have been happening in Smallville since the meteor shower."

 

    "What kind of strange things?"  Angel asked.

 

    "Sunnydale strange," Cordelia said with a shrug. "Maybe not vampires or demons, but there have been a lot of unexplained events, deaths, accidents, that kind of thing."

 

    "I still don't understand why you had a vision about Kansas."  Angel shook his head, well whatever the reason, we have to get there.  We don't even know when what you saw is supposed to happen."

 

    Cordelia and Wesley exchanged glances. Cordelia looked at the floor, and Wesley took the initiative to speak.  "Um...Angel.  Cordelia and I were talking."

 

    Angel crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do I have the idea I'm not going to like this?"

 

    "Well, it's just that, this is in Kansas.  And the events in Cordelia's vision were during daylight."

 

    "So what?   Cordelia is my connection to the powers that be.  Her visions are supposed to guide my actions.  I'm not going to let you two go alone. You'll need my help."

 

    "Well, unless you want to be a helpful pile of dust, I think you should stay in L.A. Daylight and vampires....not the best of friends, remember?" Cordelia's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Wesley and I will just have to take care of this ourselves."

 

 

TBC