Chapter Forty Seven

Kara sat up on her bed, her restraints no longer being used because Lex had seen to it that neither she nor Helen could escape. If only she could find that Kryptonite, she could get her strength back and bust out of here. But without her x-ray vision, it was no use.

"Helen," she whispered, crossing the room to the other woman. Helen was still tied down, due to her repeated attempts of attacking the guards and at one point, even Lex himself. Kara was not sorry to see it either.

She worried that Helen would get herself killed, but seeing Lex get knocked out by her was awesome. He went down like a sack of potatoes when she hit him. She had a lot of power when she was angry.

"Helen, are you awake?"

"No." she replied. Then she sighed and sat up. Her restraints only allowed her a certain amount of movement. "It's no use Kara. We can't get out of here. I'm sorry, I tried."

"You don't have to be sorry. I'm just glad you aren't hurt."

The dark-brown haired woman focused her eyes on Kara. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

"Physically I feel fine. The babies are kicking up a storm so I think they're okay. Mentally however…" She let that sentence trail and shook her head.

"Clark's gonna come for us, you know that right?"

Helen smiled but Kara could see in her eyes that she didn't really believe it. "Kara, come on. This is Lex we're talking about. He knows enough to keep someone like you in this room, he knows enough to hurt you. Therefore he knows what can hurt Clark. You don't think he's thought this out? Every little detail carefully planned?"

"You don't have to be so negative Helen, I was only trying to cheer you up." Kara replied, sitting down on the edge of Helen's bed.

"I know, I'm sorry. I guess Clark isn't called Superman for no reason huh? He'll get us out of this. And Oliver."

At the mention of her husband's name, Kara went quiet. She missed him so much that it actually hurt. She didn't know if he was okay, if he was hurt or if he'd gone off and done something stupid to find her.

The door opening broke her out of her thoughts. Lex walked in, sporting a rather nice black eye but still grinning like the cat that got the cream. Kara wanted to rip his face off, but she was sure that he kept a piece of Kryptonite on him, since every time she got close to him she started feeling sick.

"How are we today ladies?"

"Little late with the breakfast aren't you?" Kara replied sarcastically. But she had to admit that she was starving. She hadn't eaten in a couple of days. But she had to take care of herself. Her babies depended on her.

"Kara…" Lex sighed and sat down on Kara's bed, watching her from across the room. "When is all this hostility going to end? I mean you no harm."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was normal to be angry at the man who's trying to steal your child away from you. I do apologize."

"Clearly there's no talking to you this morning. Helen, how are you?"

"Ready for round two if you wanna go Lex." she replied, her anger just bubbling under the surface. Kara put a hand over her shoulder in a warning effort to calm her. It, of course, didn't work.

"Seriously ladies, what do you think I'm going to do to this kid? I would never harm a child, I have the best of intentions when it comes to Kara's baby. I will raise it as my own and-"

"And what? Mastermind a plan to take over the world? Using my child as a force for your evil?" Kara spat. She had to keep herself under control, she'd almost blurted out that she was having two babies.

"Don't be so dramatic Kara." Lex said, standing up and smoothing down his pristine suit.

But no matter how much he tried to look good, he couldn't detract from those ugly scars running down his face. The scars that, he believed, Clark had put there.

"Besides, it's not like he or she will be alone. They'll have Phoebe to grow up with."

Kara laughed at him. "You think Clark, or Lois for that matter, will let you anywhere near Phoebe?"

Lex checked his watch and smiled. "Oh I think Clark's a little busy right now to be worrying about that. And Lois? Well, she's hardly an obstacle."

Kara's blood turned to ice. "What does that mean?"

"It's not important."

"What the hell did you do to my cousin!" she yelled.

Lex held his hands out in a surrendering gesture. "Easy Kara, mind your blood pressure. We have no way of knowing what damage you're doing to the baby."

"You are never getting this baby Lex." Kara said, standing to stare him straight in the eyes. "Over my dead body."

Lex merely smirked at her. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. We've got another month or so until that baby can come out."

Kara's jaw dropped. "But I'm only five months pregnant."

He reached out and touched her hair. "Then I guess you'd better behave huh? It would be a shame if something were to happen to you now."

He strolled out of the room, leaving a seething Kara standing there wishing she had the strength to rip his head off. She started shaking, hearing Lex's words play over in her head. Something was very wrong, Clark was in danger.


"Uh, Oliver, what are we doing here?" Jimmy asked as they stepped inside Lex's office at Luthorcorp.

"He had to have left something behind. Someone like Lex can't just vanish off the face of the earth you know." Oliver replied impatiently as he started ransacking Lex's desk.

"But if we get caught in here…"

Oliver's eyes snapped up to his. "What? You think anyone's going to try anything with the person who owns most of this company?"

"Speaking of that…" Jimmy said warily. Oliver was in a volatile mood and angering him would not be in his best interests right now. Not that he didn't get it, he totally did. Considering the circumstances, he thought Oliver was holding up okay.

"If there was anything to find, don't you think the people you already hired would have by now? It's been over a fortnight since she went missing."

"You don't think I know that?" Oliver yelled, stopping his search for a moment to stare at Jimmy through reddened eyes that had done a lot of crying over the past two weeks.

"You don't think I count every second since she was taken from me? And she is not missing Jimmy, she's been kidnapped. Now are you gonna help me or not?"

Jimmy held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, sorry man. I'll help."

He got to work, rifling through drawer after drawer, but finding nothing out of the ordinary. He stood back and thought for a minute. "If I were Lex, and if I wanted to keep something hidden, I wouldn't put it in plain view or where it could be reached."

"What's your point?" Oliver asked, not even looking up from the files he was flipping through.

"My point is, if Lex wanted to keep something secret, he would have a safe or something. Maybe a vault?"

At this, Oliver looked up, thoughtful. "You may have a point there. But there are no safes in here, we checked already."

"But what about the mansion? Or the penthouse?"

"Come on, let's go." Oliver stormed towards the door.

"Wait, we're not seriously breaking and entering into Lex Luthor's place."

Oliver took a deep breath, obviously an effort to keep himself calm. He stared Jimmy down. "That man has taken my wife, and my babies, and is holding them captive. I have to find them. God only knows what he's doing to them. So forgive me if a little breaking and entering doesn't really bother me right now."

"Sorry Oliver, you're right. Let's go."


"Jor-El!" Lois yelled into the icy emptiness of the Fortress. She was pacing in front of the central control panel, with Martha standing close by holding Phoebe who again, was crying. But this was a little different. There was something about the way she was crying that alarmed Lois. It seemed more urgent, as if she could sense something wasn't right. And Lois herself could feel it too.

"I am here Lois."

"Where is he Jor-El? It's been almost a day since he left here. Where is my husband?"

"He is in grave danger Lois. He's been captured."

Lois' heartbeat went into overdrive. "Where?"

"He's trapped, along with some Kryptonite. He needs help." Jor-El's voice never altered, it was, as always, almost mechanical. He was just a voice of an artificial intelligence. Incapable of feeling.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me this before? He's been gone too long!"

"I am sorry, but I was waiting, hoping he would find his own way out."

"Well?" she urged, holding her arms out. "What am I still doing here? Let's go."

"Lois." Martha said, shaking her head, looking worried.

"You must understand Lois, I swore to protect you and your family. I cannot let you walk into danger."

"He is my husband! I will not stay here while he's hurt, now send me back!" she yelled.

"Lois, Clark wouldn't want you to do this." Martha said.

"Martha is right, Lois. Kal-El would not let you put yourself at risk."

"I don't care!" she shouted, angry and scared. "I have to do something. You know where he is, send me there. Please!"

"Your daughter needs you Lois. The little one is crying for her father, only her mother can soothe her right now."

"Her grandmother is doing just as good a job. I won't stand here and let her father, my husband, die. He's your son Jor-El, and I love him too much to stay here and wait. He can yell at me all he wants when it's over but right now, he needs me. So please."

Silence fell, the only sound coming from the chilling wind outside. Martha looked at Lois, pain evident in her gaze. This was a stupid idea, but Lois would not just wait here. She couldn't, not when Clark was in danger. He'd saved her so many times, it was time to do the same for him now.

"Come on Jor-El, don't go giving me the silent treatment." Nothing. "Talk to me, dammit!"

"Very well Lois, I will send you to your home but I cannot send you to where he is. It is too dangerous. You must find him on your own."

Clearly that was the best he was going to offer. Seeing no other option other than to stay here and waste more time by arguing, Lois nodded. "Fine, just do it."

She walked over to Martha and stroked Phoebe's head. "It's okay sweetie, mommy's gonna go get daddy."

"Lois, please, don't…" Martha had tears in her eyes, so Lois kissed her on the cheek and smiled.

"It's okay mom, I'll find him."

Martha gripped her hand tightly. "Be careful. Remember, you're not as strong as Clark anymore."

"I know. Are you going to be okay with her?" she asked, looking down at the crying child in Martha's arms.

"We'll be fine. Just watch your back okay?"

"I will." She kissed Phoebe and stepped back towards the control panel. "Well? Are you ready?" she asked.

Jor-El's answer was a bright flash of light and the next thing she knew, she was standing inside the Kawatche caves in Smallville.

"Thanks 'dad'." Great, just great. He could've at least dropped her in Metropolis. She had no idea where to even start looking and she got the feeling that time was running out.

"Chloe." she said aloud, thinking that her cousin had been the last person to see Clark. And she knew where he'd gone. Maybe with all that fancy technology that Watchtower had, Chloe could trace Clark's location. She certainly hoped so.

As she left the caves and ran towards the farm to get her car, she prayed that she would get to him in time. Because the nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach was telling her that he was definitely not okay.

To Be Continued...