TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 10

WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)

RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)

SUMMARY: Rewrite from the end of the episode 'Unsafe.'

SPOILERS: Everything!

DISCLAIMER: All Smallville character belong to their respective whatever, the WB, etc. etc.

FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile:)

DEDICATION: To all the fellow Nuns, writers, reviewers, and readers at NWP, and of course Jensen!

RANT: I know, it's been awhile since I posted. But I went on vacation, and then work… ugh. What can I say… they can't live without me. LOL So here's a new yet short chapter. Yes some of it will be like the show to a certain point, because I am using some of the story line. But you will KNOW when it changes.

"Oh no."

"What?" Jason asked worried at the sound of her voice as he turned to her.

Lana was hanging off the side of the bed, her head gone from view as she looked under it. Her arm came up quickly with an opened box, then her upper body followed as she responded. "It's empty."

The cute little pout on her face made him laugh as he pulled the box from her. His eyebrow shot up, and then his lips turned into a slight smirk, "I could always run to the Quickie Mart again."

She laid back down on the bed, "Yes, I can just see the clerk wondering why you need to buy another 12 pack of condoms in the same weekend."

He turned towards her, "Well… I might not need to if you didn't destroy three of them trying to open them so quickly." His hand reached out, and his fingers tickled her naked side.

Her hand swatted at him, "Oh, and you are complaining?"

His arms pulled her body flush against his, "Not at all." He leaned in and kissed her deeply. His lips trailed down her neck, and her hands moved up into his hair, pulling him closer. The moan in his ear made him pull away quickly. "Okay… We either stop, get some breakfast." He looked at the clock, "Make that a late lunch. Then actually do our homework for tomorrow." He couldn't believe it was already Sunday afternoon. "Or…" He watched her face, "I go to the little market down the street again… really quickly." He added from the look in her eyes.

She leaned over the bed once again. His pair of jeans was flung at him, followed by a white T-shirt. He looked at them, then back to her as she sat back up. "What are you doing? Get going!"

He jumped out of bed, and pulled on his Jeans. "Yes Ma'am!" He said as he quickly found his shoes and pulled on his shirt before heading out the door with a huge smile on his face and the punned thought of what did he get himself into. But that only made his grin bigger.

He walked down the large hallway holding a folder of documents. More research. Research on the woman who had possessed his girlfriend. Lana had finally relented, and he was now working for Lex. Well, that's what Lex thought. But really, they just wanted to get the answers as much as he did. And who where they to say Lex shouldn't pay him for something he was going to do anyway? Besides, it meant that he also had a lot more resources at his fingertips.

His body was just plain tense in that place. Even the wonderful mood that he was in from the weekend, and most of the week, couldn't get the creepy feeling to go away when he was here. He honestly hoped he could figure all this out soon, and not have to come back.

He opened the door to Lex's study and was greeted quickly by a voice.

"If you're looking for my son, he's not here."

He eyed the other man, walked over to the desk and sat the folder down. "I'm just returning something."

Lionel continued to sit there, reading his newspaper. "Yes, yes. How's the research coming?" he asked seeming if not to care.

Jason swallowed, "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"Yes, you do. I mean Isobel," the older man countered.

He was shocked silent. He wasn't sure how to respond.

Looking up from his paper, Lionel chuckled. "I understand your hesitation. When I found out that you'd been hired by my son, I put a few of the pieces together and saw a connection. You, um, you're Genevieve Teague's boy."

Jason watched him stand up and walk towards him. The man's eyes moved over him. So what if he knows my mother? A lot of influential men 'know' my mother.

"Yes. Of course." The man laughed softly again at Jason's nervous look. Then added seriously, "You can't trust her, Jason." He got a knowing nod in response. "Of course, you can't trust my son either, but I think you know that."

Jason smiled, "And I suppose you're gonna tell me I can trust you, though." Lionel picked up a manila envelope and handed it to Jason as a reply. "What's this?"

"Open it," he answered as he returned to the couch and sat down. Jason slowly opened the envelope. Inside was a piece of paper, showing a very ancient looking map. "I think it might help you."

His eyes were scanning the paper in his hands. His brain trying to figure out exactly what it meant. Where it lead. His eyes flickered to the back of the head of the man sitting on the couch. Could he trust him? Could he trust Lex's father? Could he trust a person that seemed to 'know' his mother so well? He wouldn't bet his life on it. But for some reason, he had a feeling that what he held in his hands would give him some of the answers that he was looking for. He folded it and put it back in the envelope. He needed to find Lana and tell her the new yet strange turn of events.

"So it's a treasure map?"

"Of sorts," he said looking over her shoulder as she sat at her table looking at the piece of paper. His hands came to rest on her shoulders, his hands absently rubbing them as she continued to look, and he continued to think.

Lana had no idea what it meant, and couldn't begin to think of where it would be. "I don't remember anything in Paris looking like that."

He nodded, "I agree." She handed him the paper and stood up walking back into the kitchen. Jason folded it back up and again placed it back in the envelope. "I'm going to use some of Lex's computers and try to do a mapping search of it. Maybe it will come up with something."

She nodded as she took the teakettle off the stove and poured a cup. She looked up at him and he shook his head no. She put the kettle back, picked up the cup and then walked over to the couch. He sat down next to her, and she leaned into his chest. "Why do I have the feeling we are getting close to something, and that scares the hell out of me?"

Jason wrapped his arm around her and hugged her closer. He knew what she meant. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing too. Leaning down he kissed the top of her head, and then settled his check against her hair. He promised himself one thing, that no matter what he found out, he would protect her. No matter how he had to do it.

To be continued.

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