So I lied, here's the next chapter. Please read. Please review. Also, I'm writing Lana as the stupid slut she truly is. Sorry all you Lana fans.

"Was it something I said, or was it something you read
That's making me think that I should never have come here
I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,
I can tell you I'm sorry, But I can't tell you the truth, dear
And what if I could - would it do any good?" Barenaked Ladies

My father's car is parked in front of the Kent's house, and there are shoe prints leading up from the car to the front porch, that match his shoes. Other than that, there is not a trace of him anywhere nearby. Clark and I search the farm, up and down, without finding him. So, either my father did really go into hiding, or somebody took him.

The question is who in the world would take my father from a farm in Smallville Kansas. I suppose it would be the perfect place for a kidnapping, in theory. There's nobody around to hear or see them, but at the same time there's nobody here kidnappers or otherwise.

"Maybe I should just wait in the car," I suggest to Clark, when we get to the Talon, but he won't let me. Clark grabs my hand, pulling me through the door and up the stairs to the apartment. He knocks, and someone looks through the peephole. I can hear a soft, angry grunt.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe's voice is accusatory, pissed off, mean, although after everything that's happened, I don't think I can blame her. The door doesn't open. I'm not sure what to say, and I think about running away, but Clark, sensing this, squeezes my hand so tightly that he cracks my knuckles.

"Lex's dad went missing. We need your help to try and find him," Clark explains. I squeeze his hand back, already knowing what they are going to say to us.

"Why should we do anything to help Lionel Luthor? Why should we even care?" This time it's Lana who answers, and not Chloe. I think about how much he's hurt her, how much he's hurt me, and I almost agree with her.

"Because you're a better person than he is, and if my father dies because you didn't help, you'll feel guilty, and if we do find him, dead or alive, I promise to make sure you have enough money to take care of yourselves for the rest of your lives, and if you decide to have any kids, I'll pay for their education, and anything else they need."

"We don't need your money," Chloe says, and I can tell that Lana is thinking the exact same thing."

"But it wouldn't hurt. Look, I know my father isn't a very good man," I stop, ignoring their laughter. "But he is my father and I love him. I want to be—I can't find him by myself. I need help. I need your help. I'm begging. From now on, after we find him, I will never try to contact or come near you again. I'll arrange a restraining order if you want it in writing. I know my word means nothing to you but…"

Then the door unlocks, and Chloe lets us inside. I can't see Lana; she's probably in the back bedroom, hiding from me, maybe from Clark too, but mostly from me.

"We want to have a baby," Chloe informs me as she starts typing away on the computer. "I'm trying to track his cell phone, but damn, it's not turned on. No one's trying to use his credit cards, big surprise. Huh, that's strange. Clark, we need to talk in the other room."

"I know about his—Clark told me he's from another planet, if that's what this is about." Chloe stares at me in disbelief.

"Well, it looks like someone's been wreaking havoc all over town. We've got small fires, and some guy ripped the roof off of a squad car. The cops tried shooting at him, but they say the bullets were just bouncing off his chest.

"So this guy has all of Clark's ability—," there's a loud whooshing sound, and Clark is gone. Chloe doesn't even look up at me, but from the corner of my eye, I can see Lana, peaking out of the room, trying to look and see if 'm gone too.

"You mentioned the baby, because you want Clark's help with that? Or do you want me to help you guys adopt?"

"Actually," Lana says, stepping into the room, and walking right up to me. "We want you to help us make a baby." Lana wraps her arms around me, leaning in and planting an awkward kiss on my lips. "And not because I'm trying to get money from you. I want you," she whispers in a deep, sexy voice, "to be the father of my child. We'd make beautiful babies together."

"I would have thought that after what—you've been through, sex with me, would be the last thing on your mind," I say, gently removing her arms from my neck. "I will do whatever it takes to help you have a child, but I can't—I'm not comfortable—with—doing that with"

"I take the whole Lex Luthor coming out of the closet thing is strictly off the record, right?" Chloe asks, looking up from her computer momentarily. "I guess I have to thank you for helping us out, but that doesn't mean I'm going to just forgive you."

"I don't know if it's a good idea for the two of you to be raising a child with Luthor DNA, who might even look like me. You guys hate my guys, and with good reason, but I hate to…I don't want that hate to get taken out on an innocent child. I know how the world feels about Luthors, how you feel..."

"Our baby won't be a Luthor, and if you don't wanna help, you can just say that. You don't need to be rude about it," Lana tells me, pouting and taking a few steps away from me, before walking across the room, and standing next to Chloe.

"Don't worry, Lana, he's gong to give us exactly what we want, right, Lex?" Chloe's got that tone right now, the reporter voice, and I know she's about to threaten me with a tell-all story or a book, about what happened between Lana and me, when we were married."

"I will donate a sample, as many as you need—so you can have one child, two if you have twins. If things—if there is a problem—I will do whatever it takes to make sure you guys get your baby. May I leave now?"

They both nod. I race down the stairs and out to my car so fast that I knock Lois flat on her ass. At least I can laugh at something today. When I get in the Fearri, I lock all of the doors, gripping the steering wheel as tightly as possible, taking in lots of deep breaths. Then my cell phone rings. Beethoven's fifth symphony. Dad!

"Dad? Where are you? What's going on? I went by the Kent's this afternoon, but you weren't there. I tried your phone, and it was turned off, I've been trying to reach you for hours. What's going on?"

"If you ever want to see your father again, it's going to cost you $5,000,000 in unmarked bills. If you call the police, I'll kill him. If you don't pick up the phone the next time I call, I'll kill him." And then the person hangs up. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like Clark, but at the same time not like him. I tried to get out of the car, and back upstairs before he could hang up, but the man was too quick.