Disclaimer: The mafia owns me.

Author's Note: Sorry the last chapter sucked.  This is back to the 'proper' story.

Chapter 9: Testing Times.

Chloe had agreed to come to Cadmus with Lex for moral support, and to meet Catherine.  They pulled up at five to noon in the Aston Martin.  The first thing they saw was a young woman leaning against a BMW convertible talking on a mobile.

"There she is."  Lex said.

"That's her?"

"Yeah."

"She's not what I expected."  Chloe studied the girl carefully; she was wearing tight black leather trousers with stiletto-heeled boots, and a tight red cotton top.

"She's dressed differently today."  Lex was surprised by the 'look' Catherine had gone for; she looked completely different to the classy businesswoman who had stepped into his office the day before.  She now looked like an ordinary twenty year old.

"C'mon let's go say hi."  Chloe said stepping out of the car.

"Alright, I'll see you then."  Catherine was finishing her phone call.  "You shouldn't say things like that, I might take you up on them.  Bye."

"Hi, I'm Chloe."

"Catherine, as you probably guessed."  She said smiling and pushing herself off the car.  She turned to Lex.  "Nice wheels, the DB-7's great for cornering.  I miss mine."

"You've got one?"

"No need to sound so shocked.  I have two, black for daily use, and silver for arriving at parties, creates more of a stir than a limo."

"Shall we?"  Lex indicated the door.

"So who were you on the phone to?"

"Chloe!"  Lex reprimanded.  "I'm sorry she's a journalist."

"It doesn't matter."  Catherine replied.  "My boyfriend, I'm meeting him in Metropolis later."

"Oh, anyone we know?"

"Probably."

"Gonna say who?"

Catherine leaned over and whispered in Chloe's ear.

"Oh my God!  He's hot!"  Then she quickly added,  "But not as hot as Lex."

"He also has quite good conversational skills, and a reasonable IQ."  Catherine said.

"I'll bet."

"Just not as good as Lex right?"

"Well, Lex is the perfect specimen of manhood."

Lex unconsciously 'puffed up', causing the girls to burst into hysterics.

"You know, I can bury evidence you're my sister."

"You don't exactly have any."  Catherine replied.

"Actually, we might well have."  Chloe answered.

"What?"

"Well, it all has to do with the incident that got you kicked out of St. Mary's."

"Well?"

"We have reason to believe that you didn't break anybody's arm, but you were kicked out because Lionel Luthor stopped his donations to the school."

"But why?"

"Well, it was worth their while to put up with you when between your parents they got around £50000 a year in hush money.  Only £10000 of that came from your mother, and if they got rid of you they could replace you with a less disruptive child, and have less outgoings due to damage."  Lex explained.

"The only problem we have is working out why you bought the fact you'd broken someone's arm, when there was no evidence."  Chloe told her.

"Well, that's quite simple really."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, one of my major secrets is that I was on Ritalin from the age of 6 because they thought I had that ADHD thing.  I didn't, I was just a little bitch.  Anyway, they couldn't put me on permanently because it gave me really bad side effects."

"Like what?"

"Well, memory problems, it wasn't like loss of memory, more everything got really cloudy and I couldn't focus on anything.  They'd give me the Ritalin after an episode to calm me down; it was a relatively high dosage so it had immediate effect.  When it happened, I was told stuff when I was under the influence, everyone told me I'd done it, so I believed them."

"But they never told you who?"

"They did, but I just don't remember.  It was never mentioned at my subsequent schools, so I assumed my Mum just covered it up."

"Right, well in here and we can find out for sure what's going on, at least as far as one aspect of this thing is concerned."  Lex said opening the door.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Smith, a friend of Dr. Hamilton's.  He's allowing us to use his resources so shall we get started.  I have a Luthor family history, and also a copy of the Cartwright history.  So Miss. Cartwright, I think we should commence with the physical."

"Why do I need a physical?"

"The genetic tests are complicated, if we can ascertain you aren't Lionel Luthor's daughter from any physical results, it would be easier."

"Okay."

Catherine pulled off her top and sat on the bench.  The doctor checked her pulse, breathing, blood pressure, blood sugar, and blood type.

"So far, nothing has disproved your claim."  Dr. Smith announced.  "So I'd like to draw some blood from both you and Lex for the tests."

"Would it not be more accurate to test against Lionel?"

"We will.  It's just that we can double check specific markers against Lex.  We'll have the results to you in 24 hours.  That's the quickest I can do it, even with your influence Mr. Luthor."

"Thank you, doc."  Catherine said pulling her top on.

"Thank you."  Said Lex shaking his hand.

The three of them left, in silence. 

Once they were outside Catherine spoke.

"Well, that sucks."

"What?"

"No results until tomorrow."

"I guess."

"So, who wants to meet the sexy conversationalist?"

"I'd love to."  Chloe said.

"Chlo, you've got school."

"So, I'll blow off a couple more classes, I'll say the appointment ran late."

"Good, good."  Catherine said getting in her car and dropping the roof.

Lex got in, "We'll follow you."  Chloe called as she hopped in.

"Okay."  Suddenly there was a burst of rock music and Catherine sped off.

Lex started to follow at an equally reckless speed, when something occurred to him.

"So, who is Catherine's boyfriend?"

Chloe just laughed.

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Next chapter they all have lunch.

So I hope you like it.  Please give me any and all criticism, it will b much appreciated.

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