Hey, guys. here's more for your enjoyment. i'll get more up really soon. promise. so you won't be waiting too long. it will probably be up tomorrow. yep, tomorrow. wait! i haven't written that part yet. whoops. ok, gotta go. gotta write. gotta...oh, man.
Again, don't own show, characters, the quaint little town of Smallville, or anything else that appears on the show. so...there.

why me?


"Lex," his Father cooed.

He knoews something, but seeing as to how Lex wasn't hiding anything of any importance to his father, he felt a little more at ease.

"Father," Lex said, hiding all his resentment for the man, quite well.

"I hear you've had a very busy day, today?"

My, he's getting right to the point without actually getting to the point. "You could say that," Lex said casually, " So, what brings to you my town? Did you think up some clever insult, and decide it was to good to just reveal over the phone?"

"I came to discuss something with you. And when did *this* town become *your* town?"

"I do believe it was sometime between the day you shipped me here...and now. But, let's put that aside for now. What did you come here to discuss with me?" Of course, Lex already knew what was to come.

"There was an article that came across my path earlier today," he started,"You see, I have an employee who keeps up with everything here in Smallville for me," he spat the word *Smallville* like it was some sort of curse word. "He'll visit, watch the news, read the papers...All of which seemed very trivial until today, when he brought to my attention something that he believed might interest me. Seems this high school "reporter" decided to write a piece about me." None of this was news to Lex. Of course, he knew about the article. But, he also knew about the spys his Father had sent in to watch over things, including Lex himself.

"Is that right?"

"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, it is," his father said in a deathly calm voice. "This girl, Chloe something or other..."

"Sullivan," Lex blurted out from instinct. Oh, God. This was going to be bad.

"Oh, you know her?" his Father asked. Delighted and outraged at the same time, but concealing both, his father began to look at him skeptically. If his son knew her, then he must have helped her in some way.

"She's one of Clark's friends," Lex answered simply.

"That's not what I asked. I asked if *you* knew her."

"And like I said, she's Clark's friend."

His father, obviously deciding it was pointless to go on like this, continued as if the question were never brought up, much to Lex's satisfaction.

"Yes, well, no difference, friend or not, she wrote about the plants which were shut down."

"And your point being? Hundreds of people have written about that. It's been mentioned in countless National newspapers," Lex countered.

"Yes, but it was also written by a *high school student* who apparently believes she is worthy enough of writing something she had no business writing about."

"Freedom of Speech," Lex responded.

"Freedom of Speech. Yes, I've heard of it. Never quite agreed though. Nevertheless, she needs to be taught a lesson. For her to believe that she has the right to publish something she knows nothing about is ludicrous."

"So, what do you plan to do of it?" Lex asked, never letting onto the fact that he knew.

"I plan on shutting it down. Actually, I estimate that it has already happened."

"That was not the best decision."

"You think so?" his Father was amused. "You do know she wrote something about you, as well?"

"That makes no difference," Lex lied.

His father stared at him in silence for a moment before deciding to lay his next *bombshell* on him.

"What were you doing at the high school today?" he asked suddenly.

"Visisting Clark," Lex stated, as if it were obvious.

"Is that right? Because I have it on high authority that you continued to stay at the high school was the Clark boy left."

Perfect, just perfect. "And, how may I ask, did you come by this misinformed info?"

"Misinformed? I was misinformed? I think not. And whom I get my "info" from is no concern of yours."

"If it's information that's being acquired about me, then I do believe it is."

His Father was clearly angry. He showed no outside signs of this. But, Lex could sense it. Like a wolf can smell fear. Lex could sense that his father was furious.

"Are you avoiding my question relating to what you were really doing there on purpose, or are you naturally slow-minded?"

"Must be in the genes." Lex was now trying to steady his voice as he spoke.

"Must be from your Mother's side," he father said repulsively.

Lex was breathing hard, now. Shaking as well. His hands were balled into fists, and he wanted nothing more right now than to beat the utter lack of a human being in front of him to a bloody pulp. Never in his life had he wanted to do that more so than now. Don't give in, that's what he wants. Don't give in, that's what he wants. This phrase kept repeating inself in his head.

He'd apparently alarmed his Father (or, perhaps, amused him, you couldn't really tell by the look on his face,) because of Lex's lack of speech, and blurry eyes. "Are you going to cry, Alexander?" his father triumphed.

Looking at him with pure hatred seething from his eyes, steadied his voice, and said, "I told you why I was there. I went to see Clark. Clark left. I left."

His father looked disappointed for a moment, due to the fact that Lex had not broken down like a ragged doll in front of him.

"If you have so choosen not to answer my first question, then perhaps you will partake in answering my next," his Father demanded.

"If you will not question my response, than I will be happy to do so, *Father*," Lex could no longer hide his resentment towards the man in front of him now.

"Alright, then. Tell me, how long have you been hiding the fact that you are in love with Chloe Sullivan?"
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Well? Hope you liked. Reviews are great, of course. I hope this part of their conversation has lived up to everyone's standards.