Lynn's POV

Lynn's POV

"Do you think she'll be ok?" Clark asked me as we stared at the door to mine and Amee's room. When Amee had stormed out of the apartment, she'd woken Clark, who in turn woke me up. Upon her return, she had simply gone to our room and closed the door behind her without a word.

"Amee is strong…she'll be all right…hopefully." I replied.

"So help me, if he hurt her, I'll kill him. Slowly."

"You won't do anything until she tells us what happened." I told Clark firmly.

I bit my lip. In the past few weeks, our worries had doubled. First, the Kryptonite in the mail, which was shortly followed by Bruce knowing Amee was the Phantom. Then, we find out Bruce is Batman and is planning to hand his company over to a Luthor, now, Amee was upset and Clark and I didn't know why.

Worries, worries, worries. It seemed that's all we had these days.

Amee's POV

That night and the next day, I stayed in the apartment, lying in my bed staring at the wall. I wasn't crying, I wasn't even upset, I was just thinking. Wondering if it was possible to make yourself fall out of love.

I didn't think it was, but I was new to this.

Didn't matter. I wasn't that stupid.

Mostly, I stayed in my room so I wouldn't have to face Clark. The first words out of his mouth would be 'I told you so.' I just knew it.

And even after everything that had happened, I knew that I still would have stood up for Bruce.

And I didn't feel like fighting.

Another night passed me by. I heard Lynn come in, sleep, get ready, leave. Eventually, the door opened and closed another time as Clark went to work.

I was alone again.

Before I'd known what it was like to have someone belong to you, I'd liked being alone. It was my time to reflect, read, relax, do whatever I felt like doing without consequence.

But now, the silence surrounded me like wet clothing, clinging and cold.

I didn't like it.

I got up, making my way to the bookshelf to pick something to read.

It was Monday, and the hospital would be calling soon, wondering where I was. Unless, of course, Lynn had told them I was sick or something. She probably had, she knew me like that.

I picked up an old Stephen King novel, Salem's Lot, one of my favorites, and crawled back into bed with it.

Funny, even reading seemed mundane.

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang as someone kicked against the apartment door. I threw the book down and ran down the hallway to see what had happened. Before I got there, there was another kick and I heard the door splinter into pieces.

I came around the corner at a flying pace, my hair sweeping over my shoulder as I stopped.

Before me, the door was in pieces, splintered wood hanging from the hole that a most-likely steel-toed boot had made.

But no one was there.

It was as silent as the grave.

I narrowed my eyes, looking everywhere. I even looked up at the ceiling. Living in Smallville, you learned to be prepared for anything.

Except, apparently, a blunt object.

I didn't even feel the contact, everything just swam before my eyes, then went black.

When I woke up, I wasn't tied or gagged, just sprawled on what seemed to be a tile floor. The walls around me and ceiling above me were painted red, and I knew without even trying to ghost through them that it was lead paint, and the tile were probably coated in it too.

I had to be in the Luthor mansion.

Not only was he the only one who could have known about the lead weakness, but also only a Luthor would hold a hostage with such style.

Catherine looked on as the girl stirred in her lead chamber. There were cameras everywhere in that cell, so she could keep an eye on her.

She turned to her husband, who stood behind her. "I still don't understand why you had it painted with lead-based color."

"Just a precaution." He said. "In case she'd a meteor freak. After all, she is from Smallville, most of them have some sort of aversion to lead."

"Well, is she one?" Catherine asked impatiently.

"I don't know. I focused on her brother so long, I lost track of all the others."

He leaned forward, looking at Amee's confused expression on the screen with pleasure. Once he had the fiancée, he'd have a double bated hook for old Clark Kent. "What are you going to do with her?" He asked.

"That's easy. If she cooperates, we'll let her out as soon as the deal is closed. If she doesn't, we'll kill her."

Lex beamed at his wife. "Keeping things simple?"

She smiled ruthlessly at the screen. "Yes. Keeping things simple."