A/N: Thanx heaps for all the reviews!!! I really appreciate each and every one of them! NB. chillian, no I'm not British, I'm Australian. Guess our slang can be fairly similar at times. As for the fact that no one uses the word 'whilst' I'd say that's probably global - I never claimed to be normal in fact I can assure you I'm not!!! (As this story demonstrates.)

Anyhoo, enough chitchat, on with the fic...

Chapter Three:

Clark pounded impatiently on the front door of the Luthor Mansion, careful not to smash his fist through the solid timber. He glanced back at his pickup truck, briefly wondering whether he should have turned the engine off. He was so impatient to get back to the Talon, that he had jumped out of the truck hoping that Lex would come with him straightaway and had left it running in hopes that they could get away quickly. Jumping restlessly from one foot to the other in agitation, Clark began to dance on the spot. The time it was taking for the door to open indicated that Lex's staff had already gone home for the night and Clark sent up a silent prayer that Lex himself was indeed in the mansion. Considering it was late on a Friday night, the resident billionaire could very well have travelled to Metropolis after finishing work that day.

Lex growled at the noise of someone hammering on the front door insistently. He quickly threw his bathrobe around his body as he resigned himself to the fact that whoever it was, they were obviously not about to leave anytime soon. Any other night he could count on a fairly uninterrupted solitude, but tonight when he really needed to... After thinking all day about...and therein was the problem. He really should not need to get himself off after thinking all day about his plant manager's teenage daughter! Trying to push the snarky blonde from his thoughts for the umpteenth time that day, Lex made his way swiftly down to the front door.

Clark had just raised his fist to hammer on the door for the last time, when it was pulled open abruptly by a disgruntled looking Lex Luthor. "Lex, I'm so sorry if I woke you up, I really need your help! There's an emergency and I couldn't think of any other way...and I needed to get in but they wouldn't let me, and I'm really sorry but I need the keys and if you could come too and help, it would be really great!"

Lex blinked repeatedly at the information that had been thrust so suddenly at him in the form of Clark Kent's whirlwind explanation. "Clark, if you'd just slow down, I'm sure we can sort this out. Who wouldn't let you in where and why? What keys do you need and what's the emergency?" He asked in a calm voice. "Oh and I wasn't asleep. Though the next time you come banging on my door at all hours, I would appreciate it if you didn't leave dents in the woodwork. It's tiresome to have it re-carved and you wouldn't believe how rare that ancient English Oak actually is! The modern stuff just isn't the same." He smirked as Clark looked worriedly at the door. "Clark, I was just joking. Now, what's wrong?"

Clark breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment he thought that he had let his agitation get the better of him and had failed to control his powers whilst pounding on the door. Suddenly recollecting why he was there, he began explaining the situation to Lex, "Lana and Chloe are at the Talon. They've gotten themselves drunk, although I don't know where they got the alcohol from." He frowned at this statement as though unable to comprehend why one would wish to obtain any in the first place. "I tried to get them to open the door but they wouldn't let me in. Then I remembered that you would have a key. So if you could come with me we could hopefully, between the two of us, manage to get them home." He looked at Lex imploringly.

"Fine. I'll get the keys and meet you out front of the Talon," Lex replied with a quick nod of his head and hastily closed the door.

Clark blinked for a second, surprised not only that Lex had agreed without further coaxing, but also that he had been so swift in acting. 'It's not as if he's very close to either Lana or Chloe,' Clark thought as he climbed back into the pickup. 'He must be worried about what they'll do to the Talon.' With that thought he pulled out of the gates of the manor and made his way back to the Talon.

Lex cursed himself for agreeing to help Clark as soon as he had closed the door. 'Chloe Sullivan drunk. That's all I need to add fuel to my already rapidly growing fantasies about the girl.' He shook his head and moved towards his bedroom to change. Hopefully it would be Clark who would help the blonde reporter and he could focus on getting Lana home. Lex shook his head. 'Like there was even a chance of Clark not acting as Lana's hero,' he scoffed to himself. He tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach at the idea of Clark helping Chloe. No! He would simply help the girl get home and it would be over and done with! He was a Luthor, dammit and he could certainly handle one drunk teenager. Even if it was an incredibly sexy, snarky teenager who had been plaguing his dreams. With that resolution made, Lex jumped into one of his numerous cars and sped off towards the Talon.

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After Lana's proclamation that she felt like dancing, Chloe had leapt at the idea and the two girls began dancing together. They had been grooving a few minutes before Chloe suggested that the situation could be improved further by the addition of music. Accordingly, the great music hunt of Smallville started.

"Lana, you must have one a those thingies somewhere in this place. The moozic's comed here before!"

"What's a thingie?" Lana asked the blonde with a puzzled look.

"You know..." Chloe replied in exasperation as she waved her hands around frantically. "A thingie that plays the moozic! Wiv the knobs 'n stuff!"

"Heehee. You said knobs!" Lana giggled. "I don't know what thingie you're talkin 'bout but I'm gonna put the raid-yo on!!!" She walked determinedly around the counter to the radio, or as determinedly as a smashed person can walk. Chloe observed that she looked like someone had stuck something very unpleasant up her backside. Though on second thoughts, Chloe decided Lana generally looked like someone had stuck something very unpleasant up her backside.

Having reached her destination, Lana, after a few false starts, turned on some music. Turning around she noticed that Chloe was nowhere in sight. "Chlo?" she called out in confusion.

"Yep?" Turning in the direction that the voice was coming from, all Lana could see was a pair of boots sticking out from under one of the tables.

"Watcha doin' down there? I thought we was gonna dance?" Lana asked as she bopped along to the music.

"Well the floor kinda jumped up and then I thought 'I always come in here and look at the top of the tables. Then I thought that isn't very fair, coz the bottom's got just as much right to be looked at.' So I thought I'd look at the bottom of the tables. You know, so they don't get their feelins hurted." Lana didn't reply as she was too caught up in spinning around to the music.

It was at this point that Lex and Clark walked in and beheld the two intoxicated girls. Turning quickly from the sight of Lana's spinning, Lex furrowed his brow and looked around for any sight of Chloe. Taking a few steps forward, he suddenly heard a rather off key voice directly underneath him belt out "I'm horny. Horny, horny, horny. So horny, I'm horny, horny, horny tonight!" Stepping back slightly, he looked down to observe the sight of Chloe's feet, sticking out from underneath the table, clicking their heels together as she attempted to sing along to the music.

"Chloe, it's Lex. Come out from under the table, we're going to get you home!" Lex yelled, trying to be heard over the music. A thump followed by muffled swearing was the only answer he got. Crouching down, he tried again. "Chloe? It's Lex. Come out here!"

"Lex?...did you get my phone call?" asked a muffled voice. "I didn't think you'd come coz the person who lived in the phone wouldn't stop humming at me and then the phone died." With these unintelligible words, a ruffled blonde head popped out from the table. It grinned wickedly up at him. "Lex. I've been naughty and need spankin. You'll have to come in and get me." As swiftly as it had appeared, the head was gone from view, and all that could be heard was the sound of delighted giggles floating up from the dark space beneath the table.

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