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Chloe sat on her bed thinking about everything that had happened. She still could not believe that Clark was awake, but yet, it was sad to know that he hadn't remembered any of them. They all knew he only remembered Lana because she ran the Talon and that was the last place he was headed no matter what anyone thought too. She was still angry at Lex; she couldn't believe he had lied right to her face. Maybe Clark's dad was right, all Luthor's are the same-they all lie and they all and cheat.

FLASHBACK

Earlier that evening…

Chloe knocked on the door of Dalton Roach, the truck driver that hit Clark. She was going to get to the bottom of this one way or another. A face peered out the door, "Dalton Roach?"

The face nodded then said, "Yeah that's me, what do you want?"

"I'm Chloe Sullivan; I'm a friend of the guy you hit." She said that part with as much cheeriness as she could. "I was wondering if I could as you a few questions about what happened a few days ago."

The door opened wider revealing Dalton's body, "Come in." She stepped into the house and followed him to the couch. He sat down after her and leaned forward, "So, what do you want to know?"

"So, what do you want to know?" Clearing her throat and bowing her head to the ground, she folded her arms over to her chest and sucked in her lips as she took a deep breath and sniffed loudly.

"Well I was wondering if you knew who exactly it was you hit."

He laughed and leaned against the wall post next to him, "Of course I know who it was. Luthor Junior paid me big bucks to run into Kent." Chloe was stunned. She couldn't believe that Lex Luthor had hired this person to hit Clark.

"Did he say why he wanted you to hit Clark?"

Dalton nodded, "He said something about wanting to know if all his theories were right and that I was the only one who could test that."

Horrified at what she had just heard, Chloe got up and started walking toward the door, "Thanks for your help."

Dalton smiled and nodded his head, "Glad to be of service."

END FLASHBACK

It angered Chloe to think that this guy could talk about how he had actually hurt someone so freely, so carelessly. It was like he didn't care if he took the life of some innocent person, all he wanted was the money. Chloe got up and grabbed her stuff, heading out of her bedroom, bumping into Lana as she went, "Chloe where are you going?"

"To the hospital, tell my dad I'll be home later."

Walking down the halls of Smallville Medical Center, Chloe pulled her blonde hair behind her ears as she bit her lower lip and looked side to side for the one man she needed to talk too. Holding in this secret was killing her--she had to tell someone. Gulping loudly and turning a corner, she beamed broadly as she saw Jonathan Kent leaning against the doorframe of her friend's hospital room. As she was about to walk up to him, she noticed that a doctor wearing a white lab coat was next to him. Making sure she was out of view by turning around and leaning her back against the wall, she listened closely to their conversation in melancholy.

"Mr. Kent I'm sorry, I really am. But there's no hope for Clark recovering from these injuries. He's been unstable for almost a week now and the longer he goes without the operation the…-the greater the chance he'll die." Dr. Bennett informed him, his face showing sympathy as the father brought his head up and gulped back the lump that was in his throat. The first thing Chloe noticed when he did was that his eyes were filling up with tears and a strand of water was close to falling out.

"Why can't you do the surgery then?" Jonathan asked, his voice stumbling as he sniffed and looked over at the doctor, who sighed sadly and shook his head.

"It's too risky. In his condition, he won't make it two hours in the OR. I'm sorry Mr. Kent. We'll give him one more day, okay? But if he doesn't improve by then…we're going to pull his plugs." He told him, bowing his head as Jonathan's face crumbled up and a tear fell down his check while he turned back over to the wall in sadness. Gasping, Chloe sucked in her lips and closed her eyes tightly, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprinted down the hallway as fast as she could, trying to forget the words she had just heard.

Chloe ran down the halls with tears streaming down her face. Not even the information she had would help Clark now, he was dying and there was nothing she could do. She was so deep in thought; she didn't see Pete walk out of the bathroom and ran right into him. Pete grabbed her, "Hey Chloe, what's wrong?"

She sniffed and wiped her eyes, "It's nothing Pete, I just need to go."

She tried to move but Pete had a tight grip on her shoulders, "Chloe, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I-It's just that I was going to see Mr. Kent, because I had some information for him when I heard him talking to the doctor. The doctor said that Clark was getting worse and there was no chance of recovering from his injuries."

Pete gasped at what he had heard, "God, I didn't know it was that serious, I mean he woke up, shouldn't he be getting better? And what's the information you had for Mr. Kent?"

"I went over to the driver of the Luthor Corp truck and talked to him. He said a few days before the accident Lex had come up to him and offered him some money to do a little experiment. The experiment was that he had to run into Clark so Lex could finally prove that Clark was different or something."

Pete's anger started to rise at this information he started to walk away mumbling, "When I get my hands on the son of a bitch, he's going to pay for what he did."

Chloe looked up at him in concern. "Pete don't do anything stupid, please?" Pete barely listened as he pulled his arm from her and walked out the doors.

The sun set over the white, fluffy clouds down in Smallville as Lex stood in his office, his back leaning against a wooden table and a glass of brandy in his hands as he felt the heat from outside that was beaming through his clear windows form a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Inhaling loudly, he threw his head back and dumped the alcohol in his mouth, closing his eyes tightly when he swallowed it before placing the cup down on the table behind him. He knew drinking wasn't the way to forget what was going on with his friend, but it sure of hell helped make him not go crazy with the guilt that he of all people was suffering from.

Suddenly hearing the sound of crashing noises and men shouting, he snapped his head over to the entrance of the room where the door flew open, showing a short, dark-skinned boy coming running up to him and out of the blue throw a punch at his face. Stumbling backwards, Lex held his eye in pain, blurrily trying to see the man. His expression went shocked when he saw it was a familiar young teen.

"Pete? W-What's wrong, what's going on?" He asked, not getting a voice reply out of the boy. Instead, he saw him charge up to him and pushed him into the wall, his head hitting it hard and his eyes closing once again as the boy grabbed his shirt and threw him to the side of the room in anger.

"You sick bastard! What the hell did Clark ever do to you?" Pete exclaimed, his chest heaving heavy breathes as just when he was about to throw another blow at the rich man, he felt two people grab each one of his arms and pull them behind his back again his will even through his struggles. Ignoring Lex stand up straight and shake his head at the guards, telling them not to take the teen away, the darker colored boy clutched his teeth together tightly in rage.

"What are you talking about Pete?" He inquired, rubbing the back of his neck sorely as the boy looked at him with a disgusted look. He could not believe he had just lied to him. Yeah, he knew he could and would, but the fact that he had lied straight to his face and he knew it made him more livid then ever.

"Like you don't know! You did this to Clark, Luthor. You put him in that hospital bed and now because of you he's going to die!" Pete yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to get away from the guards again but having no luck.

"Pete I still have no idea what you're talking about. Why would I want to put my friend into the hospital?"

Pete glared at him, "You have some nerve Luthor. I can't believe you can actually keep a straight face and lie to someone. You truly are like your father."

Lex looked at the guards and motioned for them to let the teen go. Cautiously they did so, still standing right beside him incase he decided to lash out again. Lex looked at the guards once more, "Give Mr. Ross and I some privacy please."

The guards slowly and hesitantly moved toward the doors then disappeared behind them. Making sure the guards were gone, he turned to Pete, "Why would you come to me making an accusation so severe?"

"Because I know you did it!" He spat, "God, I never thought you would go to such lengths to find an answer! Clark trusted you, he thought you were his friend, and then you go and double-cross him? That's low, even for you."

Without another word, Pete turned around and walked out the doors, slamming them as he left. Lex's office was once again quiet; he ran his hand down his face. Pete was right; this was low, now he was paying for it with the guilt that was inside him.

TO BE CONTINUED...