Author's Note: Guys. I'm sorry. But this fic is going to be closed. Or at least on hold for a while. I'm going through a tough time right now and, well, I just need to take a breather. I might come back and finish this, sometime.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! GOTCHA!!!! Man I'm such a jackass! Okay, no seriously, sorry it's taken me a while to update. I'll continue with the Lex thing. Glad to see the new villain has stumped you guys. Just wait till you see what he does to Peter and those close to him. (smiles evilly) I'm gonna try and fit in some more of Pete, Lana, and Chloe. So here is the next chapter and hope you like.

Responding to Reviews: Once again, there will be NO licensed Spider-Man villains like the Green Goblin, or Doc Ock, etc. Also Peter will NOT wear his regular costume. He will stick with his wrestling outfit. Now, I'm still thinking whether I should kill Chloe or not. Thank you for hitting me with the bat. I feigned unconscience and got to miss work. If you guys have any questions or statements, tell me, and I'll respond to them the next time I write a chapter. And without further ado here is chapter something.

It was her mind that woke up first. All around her was blackness. She tried to remember where she was, what had happened. Her body ached in pain, but not as bad as it had been. She slowly started to gather information. She could tell she was lying on some kind of bed. She moved her legs slightly. She realized that she had yet to open her eyes, and with care, began to do so. The light was almost unbearable at first, causing her to retreat back to the darkness. But her curiosity kept her going and she once again began to open her eyes. The ceiling was the first thing that came into focus. She took her time moving her gaze down the ceiling to the wall to her left. There were various machines sitting next to her, with wires and tubes extending from them. She followed the tubing to see that the majority of them were connected to her body. Puzzled at first, she looked at herself to see she was in some kind of one-piece garment that sorta looked like pajamas.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She remembered everything. She remembered the softball game where she passed out on her way to home plate. She remembered the doctors informing her and her dad that she had some rare kind of cancer that she couldn't even remember the name of. She remembered trying to go to school like everything was normal. She remembered her boyfriend dumping her to go out with the cheerleading captain. She remembered her grades beginning to drop and her playing ability in softball suffer. She remembered being put on the bench. Then, she remembered him. A nice young man that caught as she fainted a second time in the hall. She recovered long enough to see his face, memorize his features, but she didn't know his name. She continued down memory lane as she recalled the young man bringing her to the hospital. She remembered the doctors informing her dad and her that she didn't have long to live. And then her world went black.

She studied her surroundings. She looked for a calendar to find the date. No. Impossible. It couldn't be June 12. That would mean, she lived. She beat the cancer. Questions began to form in her mind, trying to reach a possible explanation for this miraculous recovery. But that was unimportant right now. What mattered was she was alive! And she felt great! In fact, she'd never felt better! She sat up in her bed, her mind racing at what had happened. The door suddenly flew open and a middle-aged man came rushing towards her, his eyes flowing with tears.

"Oh my God!! You're awake!! Honey, you're alive!! You made it!!!." She wrapped his arms around her and she hugged back. She couldn't remember when she had been happier. Her dad released his hold after a few seconds then looked at her in the eyes.

"You don't know how worried I was! I thought I was going to loose you, likelike.."

"Like mom?" She finished his sentence for him. He nodded, his cheeks were now soaked in tears.

"I'll tell the doctors and get you some clothes and then we'll get out of here. You can go back to school, see your friends!!"

She smiled at the thought and he stood to leave. On his way up he grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. A flash of pain suddenly shot through her. He held her hand for only a moment but it was enough. She suddenly felt, if it was even possible, stronger. She felt as though his touch had revitalized her. The dad rushed to tell the doctors, too overjoyed to realize the weak and sick feeling in his stomach.

The daughter continued to stare at the door. Unbeknown to her, a small burning desire laid in the pit of her soul. Not recognizable yet, it laid in waiting. It needed nourishment. It started to feel weak and drained. Her emotions kept her from feeling the slowly growing pain inside. Kept her from feeling what her body was slowly starting to demand. Kept her from feeling the hunger.

Lex lead Peter and Clark down a hallway. Clark knew where they were heading, or at least he thought he knew. They were heading towards Lex's living room where he usually hung out. And so far he was right. They were walking in that very direction. But then Lex stopped two doors before his living room. He opened the door and stepped in. He motioned for the two teens to follow and they did. Lex flipped on the lights.

"Here it is," he said with a smile. Peter was dumbstruck and Clark was smiling. Right now they were looking at every single Warrior Angel comic ever printed, carefully placed away in protective cases.

"You looked like one of those guys who's into reading and science," Lex said with a smile. He could tell by the look on Peter's face that his guess had been correct. "And if you get tired of reading comics, the library is stuffed with books. I'm sure you'd find some interesting ones in there."

Peter looked at Lex in surprise, and Lex returned the look with a shrug and a small smile.

"Any time you want to come over Peter, feel free."

"T-thanks Lex. I will."

Clark looked down at his watch and frowned.

"Well, we've gotta get going. The farm chores won't get done by themselves. By Lex."

Lex smiled and watched the two young men leave for a moment then returned to his work. He entered his living room and went to his computer.

"All right daddy dearest, let's see what you've been up to."

Clark got into the truck and turned it on. Peter opened the door and hopped into the passenger seat. Clark backed the truck out and Peter continued to stare at him with suspicion. Clark finally noticed Peter's accusing look and returned it with a puzzled one.

"What?"

"You did this didn't you?"

"Did what?"

"This. You set this all up. You talked to Lex and that's how he knew about the books and all."

Clark tried to hold back his smile and failed miserably.

"Well, maybe just a little."

He smiled and continued driving.

"Hey Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Anytime Peter."

The rest of the trip the truck was filled with silence, but it was no longer one of distance or despair. It was a silence of reassurance and understanding. Both teens smiled as they watched the trees go by on their way home.

She had been working non-stop since she had opened this morning. It seemed that for every order she got out, five more needed to be done.

"There are six billion people on the world, and they all decided to come to the Talon," She said to herself.

"Guess I shouldn't be complaining," she thought. "Business had been slow the past few weeks. She looked up at the sound of the doorbell ringing and smiled as a familiar and friendly blonde came walking in.

"Hey Lana!" She sounded excited. Something big must've happened to perk her mood so high.

"Hey Chloe!" Lana replied as she picked up two trays each one covered in coffee cups, empty sugar packages, and other fun stuff.

"Here, let me help."

Chloe relieved Lana of one of the trays and followed her to the counter.

"So what brings you here Chloe? Want something to drink?"
"My usual, but that's not really why I'm here."

Lana looked at her. Chloe looked like she was going to explode with joy and excitement. She reached into her purse to get something as Lana got her drink. Chloe placed on the counter several photographs. Lana stared at them for a moment and then looked at Chloe in shock.

"Chloe, where did you get these?"

"Peter Parker took them. Said he happened to be at the right place at the right time."

Lana stared at the pictures that showed a man dressed in a red and blue outfit rushing down to save a little girl from an oncoming car.

"Isn't that the same guy that saved us from those jerks a while back?"

"Yep. And soon he's going to be all across the newspapers. This is great! I've been searching for a story like this for a long time."

"Yeah, who could forget the infamous Wall of Weird'?"

"Haha, very funny. But seriously, this could be my big break. I'll have to thank Peter."

"Speaking of our visiting friend, how is Peter?"

Chloe's joyous mood suddenly faded and turned into a very serious one as she told Lana about what Peter had revealed to her last night. They were both quiet for several seconds. Lana was the first to break the silence.

"Wow."

"Yeah, I know. Makes sense as to why he suddenly decided to visit some place he'd never been to before."

Trying to escape the gloom that had clouded them, Lana changed the subject.

"Well, he takes pretty good pictures."

"Yeah, that he does. And he just gave them to me to. Didn't ask for anything. Had them already developed and everything."

Lana smiled slightly.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing." Her smile grew a bit.

"No seriously, what?"

"It's just thatlet me ask you something. What do you think of Peter?"

"What do I think of him? Well he's really smart, can be funny at times, he's cute"

Lana lowered her head as she tried to conceal her ever-growing smile. Chloe was perplexed beyond imagining and her frustration on not understanding what Lana was saying was starting to show.

"What!?"

Before Lana could answer, the front door swung open and Pete came rushing in.

"Chloe! Hey Chloe!"

"Hey Pete," the girls answered in unison.

"Chloe, you know that article you wrote on one of the students dying from cancer?"

"Yeah?"

"She's been released this morning."

"What?!"

"Apparently some miraculous happening healed her and now it's like she was never sick at all."

Chloe was already heading out the door.

"Thanks Pete. Wow, two stories in one day."

She exited the Talon and headed for the hospital.