Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville I'd be writing scripts, not fanfic.

Author's Note: Why aren't I revising, I should be revising.  I'm not though; I'm bad.  I'm trying to decide what to do with this, I am so nuts, and I really ought to plan stuff.  Now, in this chapter Catherine and Lex find out the results (probably).

Chapter 13: Unlucky for Some.

Lex pulled up in the DB-7, Catherine was already there again leaning against the BMW and talking on her mobile.

"Oh please, like you even care what side of the Atlantic I'm on."  She rolled her eyes at the person on the other end of the phone.  "Bull shit.  You'd rather fuck your secretary… Too right I know about it… Like I'd embarrass myself by broadcasting that fact… That's mature… Bugger off you sad old tosser!"  She slammed the phone shut and smacked her heel back into the tyre.  "Bastard, bastard MEN!"

"Including me in that."  Lex said with a smirk.

"Probably."  She replied regaining some of her composure.

"What was up?"

"Just my stepfather being an arse."

"Don't you get on?"  Lex suddenly realised how vaguely she had talked about the man.

"Let's just say Mum was the only reason we never killed each other, and he doesn't appreciate having to hand over the business, which he basically ran by himself for the last fifteen years, to me because that's what she wanted."

"So, you're kinda invading his territory?"

"Yeah, it's not that he begrudges me the company, he'd just rather hand it over when he feels he's ready.  It's pretty understandable, I just can't help wanting to smack him into next week though."  She smiled at him.  "So you look rough, good night I take it?"

"Chloe got all 'inappropriate,'" He said with a smirk.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm missing something?"  She said pushing herself off the car.

"'Cause you are."  He said walking inside.

She followed behind shaking her head in a resigned way.

"So, why the sunglasses?"  He asked just before they got to the door.

"'Cause you weren't the only one who got a good shag last night, 'course I had a bottle of neat bourbon as well."  She stepped through the door ahead of him leaving Lex with a slightly bewildered look on his face.

"That is what we commonly term an 'over share.'"  He said following her.

The only response he got was a bright laughter that someone with a hangover shouldn't have been capable of.

They entered the same lab they had been in the day before, and waited.  As the wait went on Catherine began to tap her fingernails on the desk she was leaning against in a strange and irritating rhythm.

"Could you not do that?"

"Sorry," She pulled her hand off the desk.  "I gave up smoking last year, but I still can't do the nervous thing very well."

"Are you worried about what they'll say?"

"'Course I bloody am, aren't you?"

"Kind of."

"I'll say why I am if you say why you are."

"For you it's obvious, you don't want to be a Luthor."  Lex snapped at her.

She looked angry, then slightly sheepish.  "I could probably cope if I'll get you as a brother."

Lex looked surprised.  "Well, you wouldn't exactly suck as a sister."

She smiled at him.  "You know, when I arrived in your office, all I could think about was how awful it would be to have Lionel 'I own half the world and don't give a toss about anyone in it' Luthor for a father.  It never occurred to me I'd get a brother as well."

Lex smirked.  "When you arrived all I could think was that my father had cheated on my mother, the woman he supposedly loved, and I'd have to deal with his consequences.  I didn't consider actually liking you."

At that moment Dr. Smith entered the room.

"Well, I have your results."

They looked at each other and then at him expectantly.

"Well?"  They said in unison.

"My beautiful children both in the same room, I've never been happier."  Came an instantly recognisable voice behind them.

They spun around to see Lionel Luthor standing right in the middle of the room.

"So you are my Dad?"  Catherine asked hesitantly.

"Was there ever any doubt, considering this is the…" He mentally checked them off.  "Sixth paternity test that's been carried out?"

"Well, when you put it like that."  She conceded.

"Now, my beautiful baby girl," he said, stepping forward and stroking her face.  "What will it take to make you go away?"