She became conscious hours later and kept her eyes closed. Someone was wiping a cloth on her bruises and it felt warm and soft against her skin. Her keen senses told her that it was the man from earlier. He was being very gentle with her, moving slowly as possible. She felt very safe near him, a feeling she missed. She gasped when his bear hand caressed her shoulder; it was cold and rough

"Sorry," his voice sounded like a good man. He continued cleaning her wounds, "you can stop pretending," he said with a stern voice. "I saw your eyes open for a moment," he stopped moving. "There is no one else here and I don't take in fugitives."

The room stayed quiet. Tears formed in her eyes, 'don't cry,' she told her self 'don't you dare cry!'

The room was dark and kind of shady. The man was balled with a round structured face, his lack of hair caused him to look handsome. His presence was strong and powerful, he had soft blue eyes filled with pain. "Where am I?"

He gave her a hopeless look mixed with disappointment and disbelief, "you're in Smallville, Kansas."

"Who are you," they both asked in union?

He was not going to answer; at least not first. Serena saw the determination in his face. He was obviously someone use to getting his way.

"Serena,"

He nodded accepting this fact, "what's your last name?"

"I don't have one." She stared into his eyes, holding back tears.

He nodded again and put his hands in his pockets "I'm Lex Luther. When you are feeling better they're some clothes for you in the closet. I have some work to do, I'm sure you can find your way out."

He was walking towards the door. She didn't want him to leave her alone, the thought frightened her. The further to the door he got the faster her heart beat; she didn't want him to leave. There was something about him that made her feel safe.

"Wait!"

He turned around with questioning eyes, "stay" she whispered "please."

He stood their thinking for a while; this girl was strange, stranger than Clark. He wanted to learn all there was about her. Yet something about her was more compelling than Clark. She was very attractive even with bruises on her body, her blonde hair was soft and silky and her body was nicely shape. When he was cleaning her wounds he couldn't help but stare at her unique beauty. He slowly walked back to the chair near the bed; he was crazy for doing so. The work on his desk could wait he told himself. Besides it was late, and he was tired. He sat down with a masked expression,

"Thank you," she said and closed her eyes.

He wanted to wake her up and ask her what happened to her, where did she come from and if she was just a girl that got unlucky on a date or something. But instead he just watched her in silence. He was probably getting soft; because if his father knew he picked this girl up he would blow with anger, and used this situation as another reason to be disappointed in him as a son.