A/N: if anybody can find the Angel reference, I'll give you cake :lol: and if my flying times are wrong, blame the internet guy who cut us off, and my brother's LeapPad for saving my hide. :biggrin:

17.

"I told you to leave once, Ms. Lang." He spat the girl's name out like it was vile and disgusting. She was just a tittering little waif of a girl who thought she could tangle with the big leagues. Key word being thought. "I'm not afraid to do it again."

"I think that you would appreciate my offer, Mr. Luthor. Just give me a chance." She said stepping in front of him.

"And what does a high school senior have that would be relevant to me? I'm not interested in your petty games, and cheerleading squads Ms. Lang."

"I'm not here to ask for funding, Mr. Luthor, I'm here about Clark Kent. I think that I may have some valuable information for you."

'Really? Now that's interesting.'

Reclining in his expensive Italian leather arm chair he asked one question. "What have you got?"

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"Thank you for the wonderful time, Mr and Mrs Kent." Her mom said with a sweet smile. This smile was as real as the moon in the sky. As real as the kiss that seemed to last forever, between Alex and himself. She smiled softly at him into the dimly lit outdoors of the Kent farm. She was hiding behind her parents, he was behind his. Sneaking a wink in her direction, Alex smiled back at him.

"See you Monday Clark." She said before following her parents down the driveway to their house.

His nervous smile broadened and he ran his fingers through his hair. "See you Monday Alex."

"So you and Alex seem to have hit it off." Martha said giving him her all knowing smile, as she started washing the dishes in the sink.

"You have quite the habit of prying Mom." He said smiling at her, as he grabbed the tea towel. He began to dry the rinsed dishes.

"So?" She asked as if she was a small child wanting to know a big secret.

"Mom!"

"Sorry." She said smiling down at the soapy water. "She seems nice enough."

"Mom!"

"Right, sorry." She smiled again.

"I know you're thinking it. No, she doesn't have a boyfriend."

"I didn't say anything." She said in defeat. "Why don't you brood into the dishes, be useful for once," she said handing Clark the soapy cloth.

"I do not brood!" He said indignantly before sighing in defeat, and returned to what he was told to do.

'But that was some kiss.' He thought with a smile.

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"So Alex, Martha tells me that Clark doesn't have a date for the dance."

"Mom! Clark and I are just friends." She was willing to deny it to her death in the presence of her parents. Annie was going to be so excited, but her parents would get a little nuts. Or at least that was the way they were when she and Ray started going out. But that was after everybody thought the antidote worked.

"That's what you said last time."

"Dad, can you tell Mom that there is nothing going on between me and Clark?"

"Alex, honey, I love you, but I don't want to sleep on the couch for the next week." George Mack said as they stepped onto their porch.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Alex said before rushing up to her room. "G'nite, you treacherous betrayers!" She said before closing her door.

'But that was some kiss.'

Meanwhile, George and Barbara Mack were heading to their bedroom.

"What ever happened to our little Alex who wasn't interested in boys?" George asked as he opened their bedroom door.

"I think she grew up George."

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The next morning, Lex and Chloe headed into the limo out for their monthly out-of-Kansas experience. Since it was a weekend, and she had told her dad that she was staying with her cousin in Metropolis for the weekend so she could go shopping in the city.

"Where to?" She asked Lex, before closing the window obscuring the driver's view of what went on in the back. Not that he didn't know.

"I was thinking maybe hopping on the jet and going to New York."

"I don't feel like spending three hours on a plane again." She said as she grabbed his tie, and pulled herself onto his lap.

"How about Los Angeles? It's only two and a half hours."

"L.A. is nice, but if i show up with any sign of sun, what am I supposed to say, she said smirking against his neck.

"I'll buy you sunscreen." He countered.

"Only if you say there's whipped cream in the mini-fridge." She said sitting up.

"What does this look like? A supermarket?"

She laughed, melodious music to his ears. "So that's a yes?"

"It's right behind the strawberries, and next to the chocolate syrup."

"You planned well." Chloe said smiling. De-tangling herself from him, she moved to the mini-fridge.

"Don't jump to conclusions yet Sullivan. It's for the ice cream. Besides, I'm a Luthor." Lex stated as if she was saying something rediculous. "We're known for our planning abilities."

"Among other things." She said, sending a smirk in his direction.

"Yes, I'm also known for being a tad - overzealous if you will." His voice mocking himself.

"And extravagant, don't forget extravagant." She added.

"Thank you. If I wanted to hear from the peanut gallery I would have brought an elephant."

"Have fun fooling around with an elephant." She stated, not moving from her place by the mini-fridge.

"I don't have a thing for animals. Although, you my dear," he pulled her back to him, "are a tiger under the sheets, and wherever else we may be." He said the words into her ear, just audible enough for them to take an effect on her body.

"Well, I have a very understanding bed-mate." She said speaking in almost the same tone.

"I'd say he's more than understanding." He mumbled into her hair. "I'd say he's godlike."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Why not?"

"Gods don't have that big of an ego." She said leaning away from him.

"Sure they do, why do you think they have worshippers?"

"Yes, and you do have flocks of women worshipping you."

"I don't need flocks." He said pulling her back to her. "I just need one."