A/N: If this makes absolutely no sense, I blame late nights, early mornings, jet lag and an eight hour time difference... lol... enjoy... *warning* mention's Clark's underwear... (I'm very sorry, too much sugar)

Undecided

By S. Ann Smith

Chapter six: Mr. Intuition

"What no stunning remarks? Somebody should call the tabloids or something. *Lex Luthor* has no response." Lex looked at her oddly.

"I'm not Lex Luthor right now," he said in his typical cocky fashion; "I'm Mr. Intuition." This made her smile.

"Right, I'm sorry, Mr. Intuition. I must have mistaken you for that darling bald billionaire." Chloe said looking into his blue-grey eyes. Lex's eyes returned an indescribable heat, an intensity that neither of them could neither deny nor explain.

Chloe was the first to break the gaze, and Lex was more than disappointed. 'I'm surprised Sullivan, I thought you could have lasted longer than that.' He thought to himself, still watching her. She appeared to squirm under his gaze.

"You still haven't told me why you're upset," he pushed slightly. His leather shoes grazed his ankle. It wasn't that he was purposely trying to drive himself crazy, and it wasn't just a way to touch Chloe - okay so that part was true. But it was because it appeared to make her blush, that didn't bother to remove his foot from its happy position.

"It's not that I'm upset Lex," he made a noise of displeasure, and wagged his finger at her. "I mean, Mr. Intuition," she corrected herself, "but I'm just unnerved." She paused, and took a deep breath. "It's nothing."

"What, Chloe?" He pressured her a little bit more. She was going to break if he pushed any harder, but Lex knew that if he didn't push her, she wouldn't tell him. He wanted to help her, but if she didn't let him in, he couldn't. 'Damn it sucks being the good guy!' He thought bitterly. He knew that if he were to use drastic measures to get her to tell him, or if he were to use sources, Chloe would think that he was just like his father. 'Then I'd lose any chance of *ever* being with her.'

"No, I'm not going to get you involved in this."

"You're not going to get me involved in 'nothing.' Well Chloe, I have to say you must have been around Clark too much." She glared at him.

"What makes you say that?" She said angrily. 'My, I do believe I struck a nerve.'

"You're starting to use his logic."

"Clark wouldn't know logic if it bit him in the ass." Lex detected a very angry tinge in her voice. 'Well paint me plaid, and call me Clark, I think I've figured it out.' Lex smirked.

"You are absolutely right, he wouldn't. But that doesn't mean you're not using his logic, even if it is non-existent." Lex had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but it seemed to make some sort of sense. 'I have to stop this Clark-sense thing, *I'm* starting to get confused, and I never get confused.' He thought with amusement.

"Lex, I have a question to ask you." She said seductively, snapping him out of his thought process, as she leaned across the table, giving him a nice shot down her shirt.

"And what is that?" He thought confidently. A smirk resting comfortably on his lips. He was so comfortable with the view down his shirt, that he didn't notice her eyes changing into a mischievous green.

"Do you have a strange thing with Clark? You know, on the side?" Chloe smirked to herself as his once comfortable smirk disappeared.

"What do you mean Chloe?" His eyebrows rose in sheer shock, and Chloe made an evil noise. 'That can't be good for me.' Lex thought.

"Come on Lex, the whole town talks about it.' She looked at him with a smirk, and received a blank stare. "You and our plaid-boxer wearing corn-fed farm boy."

"It disturbs me that you know what kind of boxers he wears." Lex looked at her with a blank, serious face, one of a seriously traumatized Luthor, and it takes *a lot* to traumatize a Luthor.

"Come on, I liked the guy for like three years. *And* I was one of his best friends."

"Still highly disturbed." Lex said taking a drink of his scotch. He really needed to get the mental picture of Clark running around his fortress of solitude, having a slumber party with Chloe. For some strange reason they were all wearing plaid underwear. Lex shuddered. He *never* wanted to see Chloe in plaid, and he definitely didn't want to see Clark in his underwear. "The town thinks I'm seeing Clark?"

"Well he does hang around you a lot, and, you have to face it Lex, this is Smallville, and weirder things have happened."

"And people do have very little to do." Lex said trying to make himself feel better. 'The town thinks I'm gay? Chloe thinks I'm gay?'

"I don't think you're gay Lex. It was just too easy to make you uncomfortable with it." She smiled. "Well, my day's better now. Thank you for brunch, but I have to be going." Chloe got up, smiled at him, and walked out of 'Toni's'.

'What just happened?' Lex wondered.