(A/N: Hello, Everybody. This is my first story, so I'd like everybody to submit review's please, as it help's build me up to write more chapters. At the moment I don't know If I'm going to continue, as much as I want to. I'm not sure if this story is going to be any good so if you want me to continue, please say so. Thanks.

Trippett)

Clark closed his eyes, stretching against the back seat of a limousine which was transporting Chloe, Pete, Lana and himself to a VIP Concert in which bunch of A list singers were performing. Chloe had gotten three extra tickets as she was covering the story for the Daily Planet and was on good terms with her Boss.

He opened his eyes again and looked to his right. Lana was snuggled-up into her corner reading a book. She wasn't wearing anything extravagant, but she still looked stunning. She was wearing a dark orange, loose fitting, sewed top, and a pair of light blue jeans. She also had her hair down, yellow ear-rings in and hardly any makeup on. Although the two of them weren't going out, they were extremely close since Clark had revealed his secret to her, and the chance of getting back together was still in sight.

She looked up from her book to catch Clark's gaze, so he gave her a smile, which she returned, before continuing his look around the vehicle. Chloe was across from them, talking to Pete quietly. She was wearing an ordinary red blouse, dark blue jeans, and the makeup she usually had on, while Pete was wearing a metallic coloured, dotted shirt and baggy jeans.

Clark was feeling slightly over-dressed, as he was wearing a black t-shirt, black open jacket, and black jeans to go with his shoes. He also had his hair styled, which he didn't do very often as he'd usually just leave it to go all over the place.

Clark sighed and leaned forwards before looking to Chloe. 'How long left?' He asked, fidgeting in his seat.

Chloe stopped in mid sentence and glanced down at her watch. 'We'll be there any minute, now stop fussing, Clark.'

Clark leaned back again. 'I'm not fussing, it's my butt that's fussing, and it's gone numb!'

At this, Chloe rolled her eyes, before turning back to Pete who let out a small laugh. Clark shook his head, before glancing at Lana again. He blinked, noticing that she was watching him.

Before he could say or do anything, his door opened and the Chauffeur moved to the side to make room.

'Ah, at last, we've arrived! Smooth ride, we didn't even know we stopped.' He said, jumping out and stretching.

The other three clamoured out and stretched too, before looking around the dark street. It was packed full of people trying to get into the Grand Palatine, the revenue that was hosting the Concert.

Clark pulled a very generous amount of money from his pocket and handed it to the Chauffeur as their tip. 'Thanks. We might as well let you go now, we don't know if we'll be heading back tonight.'

The man nodded, before smiling. 'That's very kind of you, Mr. Kent. Goodbye, now.' He said, moving along the Limousine to climb back into the driver's seat.

As the Limousine pulled away, Lana came to stand next to him.

'Did you just tip him with a $100?' She asked in disbelief.

Clark looked up to her, before nodding. 'Yeah, come on; let's get inside.' He said, placing a hand on her back to guide her forwards. 'Chloe, have you got the passes?'

Chloe nodded, and fumbled in her handbag, before passing them to their respective owners.

'Clark, that's a lot of money for a tip!' Lana carried on, looking back at him.

He nods again. 'I'm aware of that, can we drop this now?' He asked her, leaning into her ear.

Lana sighed, before pointing a finger at him. 'We're going to talk about this, later!' She said, before walking to the Bouncers at the VIP Entrance, and showing them her pass.

They nodded to her and let her through, so Clark walked up to them and showed them his. They nodded and said 'Alright, in you go.'

He moved forwards and found Lana waiting for them, standing to the side. Walking over, he took her hand. She looked at him weirdly for a second before he explained.

'It's going to be busy, we need to stick together, at least until we get our bearings.'

She accepted this, but still looked peeved from their previous conversation. A few seconds later, Chloe and Pete came walking over.

Pete was fuming. 'They stopped me!' He said incredulously. 'I only got through because Chloe told them we were here on Business.'

Clark smiled, before shaking his head. He looked around, as people were filling the room. 'Did you book us a table?' He asked Chloe.

She nodded. 'Yeah, of course, it's next to the edge of the Veranda looking down on the stage. It's where all the VIP's go.'

Clark nodded. 'Ok then, let's go.' He said, moving towards the stairs, pulling Lana gently along with him.

When they reached their private table and all took their seats, Lana was to Clark's right, Pete was to hers, and then Chloe was to Clark's left. As soon as they got settled, a waiter came over and asked if they were ready to order. A few minutes later, he came back with the preferred drinks and served them. Clark and Pete both had bottles of beer, and the girls had Vodka and Coke.

Lana took a sheet of paper from the middle of the table and began to read, while the others glanced around them. They could all easily see the stage, and were rather comfortable.

'It's the list of performers...' Lana said, as she carried on reading.

'Can I have a look, once you're done?' Clark asked as he took a sip from his bottle.

Lana nodded slightly, until she realized who spoke. She then scowled at Clark, before saying 'What are you going to do, tip me for it?'

Clark sighed, looking at Lana. 'I asked you to drop it! I agreed to discuss it later, and we will if you're really that bothered by it.'

Lana shook her head. 'I want to talk about it now!'

Clark looked over to Pete, who just shrugged. He then nodded slightly, and turned to talk to Chloe.

He sighed again, before looking to Lana who had a pleading expression on her face. He leaned over and picked her chair ever so slightly off the ground, before settling it down right beside him. He then leaned into her ear and asked 'What's bothering you about it, Lana?'

'Where'd you get the money?' She asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear that had gotten in her sight.

'A few years ago, Lex ran me off a bridge in his Porche, by accident, and I saved him when his car came in after me. He wasn't paying attention, so he didn't see that he actually ran into me, but I'm sure he has his suspicions now. Anyway, I told him that I jumped in after him; After that, as you know, Lex and me because close friends. What he didn't tell me until recently was; he'd set up an account and put in substantial amounts of money in whenever he felt lucky or generous...'

'What's that got to do with anything?' Lana cut in.

He gave her a stern look. 'If you let me finish explaining, you'd find out. As I was saying, he'd set up the account for me. I don't know when he was going to give it to me under normal circumstances, but, when we broke ties; he ended up giving me it as a 'parting gift.'

Lana frowned slightly at this, and then asked 'How much was in there?'

'A little over One Million.'

'And you took it?' Lana asked, her mouth open in shock

'Of course I took it. I didn't have much money, and the less money Lex Luthor has, the better. And plus, he'd already set it up in my name anyway, so the money was legally mine.'

'Clark...' She said reproachfully.

'Look, Lana, I'm trying to get rid of it. All of it. And as we're not together anymore, you have no right to tell me what to do with my money.'

'Clark, on the topic of us; I wanted to give it another shot, but now, I'm not so sure!' She said crossly.

She got up to leave the table, but Clark took her hand gently.

'Lana! You know I want us to happen! What would you have me do? Not touch the money, and then what? It would lay in the account and collect interest!'

'What do you think you should do with it?' She said, making a move to leave the table again.

Clark kept hold of her hand, so she sat down again. 'Are you serious about wanting to give it another shot?' He asked, looking her in the eye.

'Yes. I wouldn't lie about something like that.' She said, brushing another strand of hair away in frustration.

'Well then; what would you have me do with the money?'

'I thought I had no right to tell you what you did with your money?' She said, looking around at the other tables, before returning his gaze.

'That was when we weren't together...' Clark said with a small smile.

'You can't be serious? We're together just like that?' She said, raising a brow.

Clark nodded. 'It's that simple, It's always been that simple. Now what do you want done with it?'

Lana sighed, leaning back in her chair. She then nodded slightly. 'Ok then. Donate it to charity.'

He made a funny face. 'All of it?'

'Clark!' Lana said, but with a small smile on her face.

Clark nodded. 'Fine; I'll donate it tomorrow; now, can we enjoy it while we still have it?'

Lana sighed again. 'I guess. Now, can I have a third, first kiss?' She asked with a smile.

Clark smiled as well, before leaning over and delivering one. 'There, better?'

She nodded. 'Yes, much better, thank you.' She said, smiling still, before taking her glass off the table and taking a small sip.

'Good.' Clark said, leaning back in his chair. He then reached over and grabbed the piece of paper that had the performers on.

As he looked down the list, his hearing tuned in more to the things happening around them, as they usually did when he was reading, as he couldn't see what was happening. He heard small footsteps coming up from behind him, but ignored them. His eyes landed on a name in the list and sighed. Miley Cyrus.

As he began to tune his hearing out again, he heard Chloe gasp. He looked up to her and saw that she was looking directly behind him. As he glanced to Pete and Lana, he saw their eyes looking behind him too. He studied Lana for a few seconds out of the corner of his eyes, gauging the eye level. He then began to rapidly add things together before smiling.

He suddenly felt breathing on the back of his neck. He looked up to Chloe again, and chuckled, before saying. 'Hello, Miley.'

'Clark.'

Chloe blinked, before looking to Clark. 'You know Miley Cyrus?' She asked incredulously.

Clark gave a brief nod, before moving his chair back slightly. 'Come here and let me see you.' He said.

Miley entered his view and walked to stand in front of him. He smiled up at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, sitting her down on his lap.

'It's been a long time, Miley; too long, in fact.'

She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. 'Yeah, I know. Sorry I haven't called. I've been on tour lately, and haven't had much time to myself.'

'It's ok. I just thought you'd forgotten about me.' He said, returning the hug.

Miley pulled away and shook her head. 'I couldn't forget about you, Clark Kent.'

'May I ask how you two know each other?' Chloe asked, looking down at her small notepad which she'd brought to write important events for the night, so she could write it up tomorrow.

Clark looked to Chloe, before smiling at Miley. 'That's Chloe Sullivan; Daily Planet Reporter.'

Miley nodded slightly. 'Yeah. I've read a few of your columns.'

Chloe smiled, shocked. 'Really?'

'Anyway; that's Pete Ross; he works for the Wayne Foundation Call Centre.'

'It's nice to meet you, Pete.' She said, leaning across from Clark's lap to meet his handshake.

'And this one here is Lana Lang, Co-Owner of The Talon, over in Smallville.'

Miley nodded. 'It's nice to finally meet you, Lana. Clark's talked a lot about you.'

Clark gave a small smile. 'Thank you for that, Miley.'

Miley turned to him with a funny look on her face. 'Do they all know your, umm, thing?' She asked quietly.

He nodded.

She turned to Chloe, Pete and Lana and began explaining. 'Well, about two years ago, I was coming out of a Concert here in Metropolis, and wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I was listening to my music player.' She said quietly 'I went to cross the road, and turned to see a 10-ton truck heading straight towards me. Clark appeared out of no-where and wrapped his arms around me, and took the full force of the truck, making a big dent in it.

'As soon as he made sure I wasn't hurt, he super-sped me home. Nobody knew I was involved that day, because I went out the back entrance, and the driver didn't see me. Anyway, since that day, Clark's been like a big brother to me. We usually keep in touch once a week, but as I said, I've been busy.'

'Wow, Clark, you do get around, don't you?' Chloe said, almost laughing.

Clark smiled and shrugged. 'Pete wanted Hotdogs from the stadium, it happened on the way back. That's why I was hotdog less when I got back. She hadn't eaten.'

'Sorry Pete.' Miley offered quietly.

Pete smiled and shrugged his shoulders. 'It's alright. He bought me a Pizza, so we're square.'

'How come you never said anything, Clark?' Lana said from beside him.

Clark gave her a look, before shrugging again. 'It wasn't important. I was more focused on finding a Cure for Chloe to help her out of her Truth Phase.'

They all nodded in agreement that this was more important. They were all silent for a few seconds before Miley jumped up from Clark's knee.

'I've got to go and get ready, Clark. I'm performing first. They've got slots mixed up so I have time during my songs.'

Clark nodded. 'Ok. Will you come back?'

She nodded. 'Of course. And there's someone I want you to meet. I'll see you guys later!' she said, waving them off, before walking quickly away.

(A/N 2: If you think you know who Miley wants Clark to meet, Message me and you'll get a shout out in the next chapter. :D PLEASE R/R and thanks for reading!)