Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. If I did, Chlark would be a reality and Lana would be stuck in a sound proof box somewhere...

I'm not the most experienced of writers so I'd love feedback, good or bad. The stuff is like oxygen to me.

Here's part 1. I'll only continue this if you guys want me to, so review like these character's lives depended on it!

I apologise if there are any spelling mistaskes. I really am a sucker for those.



My head hurt. A lot

As I slowly regained conciousness, I soon realised that this was probably not the best situation to be in. Trying to reach for my head I found that my hands were tied up behind my back, thus making any plans to stop the throbbing in my skull much less likely.

My eyelids felt like weights, which made the job of opening them so much harder. Where was I? What little light there was, coming from a sorry excuse for a window only caused more head pain. Four walls hung around me, the only break in them apart from the window being a mirror and a steel door. The chair I'd been dumped on was from what I could see some fancy decorated wood. Wow, my kidnapper had really pulled out all the stops. Good taste too...Wait, they'd taken my shoes. Why?

God, thinking shouldn't be that difficult. Where were my damn shoes? Those things took a long time to save up for, especially on my intern's salary. What the hell had happened to me? Let's see...It was late... I was driving from the Talon to Clark's...then there was a loud noise. I stopped to find out what it was (it wasn't that important, why did I have to allow curiosity control me!?!). I got out, then there was darkness. Someone must have attacked me while I was taking my unplanned stop. I swear I didn't see anyone beforehand... good to know I'm observant enough to not notice when I'm being followed. Go me.

How long had I been out for? At least Clark would realise that I hadn't gotten to his place. Unless he got distracted by his Lana mourning. It was her decision to marry Satan's lapdog and ignore our pleas. Jeez, if that was his topic for moping, I was so screwed.

A creek coming from the door ripped me away from my thoughts. A light from somewhere overhead suddenly came into existence showing me the blurry silhouette of none other than baby Luthor, who looked like the cat about to eat the canary, followed by some big guy who is what I'd imagine Jabba the hut from Star Wars to look like in human form, carrying something rather unfriendly looking. I tried to memorise as much as I could so there was more chance he'd be caught later. Jesus, this guy was at least as tall as Clark, with even broader shoulders. He looked like he'd been plucked right out of the Evil Henchmen catalogue from the big n' burly with no moral compass page. And here he was ready to play.

To make things even better, I had the horrible feeling that I was gonna be the canary to Lex's follicly challenged feline.

"Miss Sullivan, you've finally decided to get up, I see."

I looked up at him, trying to appear as threatening as a squinting girl tied to a chair could. "Lex, are these really the lengths you have to go to to get guests for your dinner parties these days?" I tutted, "My, how the mighty have fallen."

He smirked, looking completely out of place in his perfectly tailored suit against the dirty backdrop of the room he was in, and yet he seemed totally at home at the same time. " Hmm. Witty as ever. It's nice to see your mind's still working fast enough for you to weave something distracting enough to hide behind. I'm glad that hit to your noggin didn't do too much damage."

"As much as I enjoy playing such fun word games, would you care to let me know where I am? I just LOVE what you've done with the place, by the way."

Charming. It seemed that the prince of darkness had decided my questions weren't worth acknowledging. Instead he stalked around, circling me like a predator after it's pray."I suppose you know what I want, Chloe. You're a smart girl, after all even if you choose to get out of cars alone at night..." I winced at that jab. The thing is that I deserved it. Stupid! "...Tell me what you know about Clark Kent."


So, what did you think? Should I continue this?