A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for the reviews! They mean a lot more to me than you might think. Anyway, I won't ramble so much this time, here's Chapter Two!
Disclaimer: I'm only including one in this chapter because everyone always seems to have a disclaimer in each chapter of their fics. Is it really necessary to have another one though? I already stated in Chapter One what I own and what I do not own. And what, or rather who, I wish I owned. If you actually think I own Smallville, then, er…I don't know what to tell you.
Note: I know this chapter is very short, and I apologize. I just didn't know what else to put in it. I want it to stay one location and one POV per chapter. I think it's easier and more enjoyable to read that way.
THE FINDING: Chapter Two
Lana Lang wished she hadn't seen what just happened across the field at Kent Farm. She knew that the Kents never ever let anyone into that cellar they had, under any circumstance, that Lex had just managed to get into.
She knew that no one was home at the Kents' at the time. Clark had told her about his parents' plans for the weekend a few days ago, and he was currently at Chloe's house, doing she didn't know what (nor did she want to think about). She also knew that Mr. Kent would never in a thousand years allow Lex Luthor, of all people, onto his property, especially when he wasn't home. Which meant that Lex was sneaking in.
Lana's first impulse was to call Clark over at Chloe's. She tore her eyes away from the window and reached for the phone on her bedside table. But just as her hand grasped the receiver, she realized that she couldn't pick it up and dial without feeling guilty.
Lex had just done her a huge favor - he had helped her put The Talon, a favorite place of her parents, back in business. She was very grateful for that, and now she owed him a favor. So calling Clark and snitching on him would not be fair. She knew she'd regret it.
Maybe I'm wrong, she thought. Maybe Clark sent him over to do something. Lex was one of Clark's best friends, after all, and she couldn't imagine him being at the Kents' without having been given the permission or orders to go. Clark would trust Lex with his life.
Lana returned to the window and continued to watch in anticipation. It was a few minutes before Lex emerged from the cellar door. He approached his car, playing with a few keys on the way, and put his hand on the door handle, ready to open the door - and suddenly, sharply, turned around.
She was so startled that she jumped up and backed away, causing the blinds to swing back and forth, banging against each other, making rather loud clapping sounds as they did so. Lex must have seen them. He might have even heard them. She hoped he didn't see her.
She didn't look out the window again. She could almost sense that Lex was still there, watching her through the glass. She was getting a very odd, unbalanced feeling from him at that moment, and that didn't even describe it. She suddenly had the urge to leave the house as soon as possible, and was thankful it was time to go to work. She grabbed her black leather jacket and her keys, and by the time she opened the front door, Lex was gone.