A/N: I always enjoyed the part in the "Rocky Horror Picture Show" that was all Janet-Dr. Scott-Janet-Brad-Rocky-grunt, but I decided not to repeat it twice like they did in the movie. It was too hard coming up with different ways for people to gasp and whatnot… :D

Chapter 13

Pete was feeling rather miffed as he rode in a rather cramped elevator. He and Lana had just finished "gettin' bizzay" and he hadbeen just about ready to start again since her hands were moving in a way designed to get him up and moving, but they had been interrupted by an irate Lionel who came into the room pulling Lex by his ear. "Get up, you lazy girl!" Lionel had shrieked and Pete wondered why an adult like Lex would allow their parent to treat them like that. Yeah, he didn't like Lex, but that was just humiliating! After that, Lionel had ushered everyone into the elevator so they could get to the lab and look for any clues. Pete was glad Clark had escaped, but why couldn't that discovery have been unknown a little bit longer?

As the lift screeched to a halt, Lex was thrown out of the lift almost as soon as the gate opened and Lionel aimed a kick at him that was skillfully dodged without looking like it was dodged. Lana and Pete tumbled out after them. "Dad! Leave me alone!" Lex demanded from his position on the floor.

Lionel's eyes narrowed dangerously. "How did it happen? You were supposed to be watching from the monitor the entire time!"

Lex levered to his feet and moved to challenge his father. "Excuse me? I was supposed to just sit there and watch Clark be unconscious the entire night? I don't think so!" As Lionel reared back to give another well-placed kick, Lex retreated. "I was only gone for a minute!"

Lionel growled. He whipped around and pointed to Lana. "See if you can find him on the monitor!"

Obediently, Lana trotted over to the wall and started flipping some switches. The picture clarified after a minute to the front lanai which surprisingly enough was holding a middle-aged man dressed in flannels but wearing rollerblades. "Mr. Luthor," Lana quavered, looking up nervously. "Um, we have a visitor…"

Pete, Lex and Lionel looked at the monitor. The two Luthors groaned while Pete smiled. "Mr. Kent!"

"What is he doing here?" Lex groaned.

"Well, you know Mr. Kent," Pete smiled. "He's always checking up if Clark doesn't come home when he's supposed to and with neither Chloe or I at home… not to mention Lana and Lois… he probably came to see if you'd seen any of us recently."

Lionel turned and glared at the young Mr. Ross. "So this was your plan all along, hmmm? Pretend you have car troubles and lead Mr. Kent here!"

Pete looked at Lionel incredulously. "As if! Chloe and I never 'plan' for disaster. It just seems to follow us wherever we go!" Pete could feel himself growing more defensive as the stares continued. "I'm telling the truth!" He wondered if he ever had even a chance of any of them believing in his innocence.

Lionel sneered down at the younger man. "Oh, I know what you told us and what you're telling me now. But Jonathan Kent… Well, Jonathan Kent has never been an advocate to my activities here in Smallville… especially if it concerned his son!"

"But you actually think he would send me and Chloe into the lion's den if he really thought you'd kidnapped Clark?" Pete almost laughed at the impossible suggestion. If Clark was overprotective of his friends, Jonathan Kent was almost more so. Anyone that was close to Clark was practically considered family by the Kents!

"I think he would do whatever it takes to expose me and turn me in. I could go to jail for years if a hint of my more… shall we say 'sensitive'… projects became public. Not only would I go to jail, but Luthor Corp would be in ruins!" Lionel kicked the wall, which was particularly unwise since he was wearing spiked open-toed shoes. Hopping up and down, he exclaimed, "I'm not going to let him ruin me! Let a mere farmer get the better of Lionel Luthor? Never!"

Pete backed away from the obviously sociopathic maniac before him. He'd always thought insanity must run in the family, but Lionel was taking it to depths he'd never seen before. Over Lionel's shoulder, he could see Mr. Kent through the monitor slowly opening the front door, which had been foolishly left unlocked. As he watched that, he wondered why something that simple would have been neglected considering what had been going on. Not only considering the weirder stuff he'd experienced that night, he would have thought the Luthors would want their valuables kept safe normally… Although the amount of times that Clark had practically walked inside all by his lonesome…

Lionel turned to Lex. "Well, why don't we send him an invitation to our little soiree here…"

Obediently, but with murder in his eyes, Lex flipped a switch and a light containing the words "TRIPLE CONTACT ELECTRO MAGNET DIRECTIONAL TRACKS" lit up and Pete watched in stunned amazement as Mr. Kent was dragged along by an electrical current that was affecting his skates. Man! To have that many words on for one little switch seemed like such a waste! Pete thought for a moment about the odd circumstance of Mr. Jonathan Kent… straight laced farmer of the land… wearing roller blades. Pete would never have guessed that he even owned a pair... let alone wear them when he was coming to visit a Luthor! The monitors obediently followed Mr. Kent through the Luthor mansion, skillfully allowing him to avoid all stairs. Pete was concerned when the cameras suddenly lost him, but then the yelling could be heard and the upper doors crashed open as Mr. Kent sped down the ramp and screeched to a halt before the motley crew at the control board.

"Mr. Kent!" Pete exclaimed, amazed that the middle-aged man had managed to stay on his feet throughout the crazy ride.

Jonathan looked at Pete and the shock he felt was written all over his face. Pete blinked for a moment when he actually thought he saw the word "shock" written on Mr. Kent's face. "Pete! What are you doing here?"

Lionel slapped at the switch and the hum from the magnet faded to nothing. He stepped threateningly up to Jonathan, but the extra height given the other man by the roller blades made him look very diminutive. "Don't try and play me for the fool, Jonathan Kent. You know very well what Pete and Chloe are doing here!" With each exclamation, Lionel poked a bony finger into Jonathan's chest, rolling him slightly backwards. "You sent innocent children to my house thinking I wouldn't watch them and used them to try to find out what I was doing here. Well, unfortunately, I'm changing the rules… 'cause I can! I'm sure you'll pick up the new rules quickly…"

Jonathan just looked at the elder Mr. Luthor. "Listen, I have no idea what you're talking about. I would have told Chloe and Pete to stay clear of this place if they'd only asked my opinion. I came here looking for Jason."

Pete's jaw dropped. "Jason? You're not here for Clark? I mean, I've seen him, but…"

Lionel interrupted the stuttering teen. "Jason? What do you know about Jason Teague, Mr. Kent?"

Jonathan just smirked. "I happen to know a lot about a lot of different things going on up here. Jason is my new neighbor."

"Mr. Kent!" Pete gasped.

A feminine giggle and male groan could be heard in the background. Lionel looked around suspiciously and quickly found the source of the noise. He stalked toward the tank and flipped the cover, revealing the occupants, who quickly grabbed at the covers to make sure nothing inappropriate was showing.

"Chloe!" Jonathan gurgled.

"Mr. Kent!" Chloe gasped.

"Chloe!" Pete cried.

"Pete!" Chloe pleaded.

"Clark!" Lionel gritted, but got no response. Clark had already determined that he was going to ignore this man as much as he could… but he did manage to give him a glare that would have wilted any other man. It really was too bad that his parents had taught him that killing was bad. "If you don't get away from her right this instant…" Everyone turned to look at him. Apparent on everyone's face was the question of what he planned to do with all of these witnesses around. "Well, I could expose your secret…"

Breaking the tableau, a gong was heard at the apex of the ramp. "Lionel, dinner is prepared!" Lois announced, obviously expecting a pleasured response.

Lionel and Lex looked at each other for a moment before Lionel turned to look in disdain at the rest of the crew. "Fabulous! Jonathan, you will undoubtedly join us for a midnight dinner…" He turned to look at the two blushing teens that were still within the confines of the tank. It was obvious to all but the most unobservant that the two were practically naked, if not totally so. "Under the circumstances, formal dress is to be optional!" With that, he turned on his heel and stalked toward Lois. Lex and Lana quickly followed with Jonathan and Pete trailing reluctantly behind.

Clark leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Chloe's lips. She moaned and started to snuggle closer, but he set her firmly away. "Chloe, I want you to know that this has been one of the most important times in my life and we'll have to talk later about where we want to go from here, but Lionel has obviously lost his mind." He looked at her with fear in his eyes. "I'm not sure if I can protect you here."

Chloe smiled up at him tenderly. "Clark, we'll just have to work together. We have to get Lois, Pete and your dad out of here before Lionel becomes violent. If we don't…" She shuddered and Clark gathered her into his arms.

He was amazed at how perfectly she fit into his arms. Her head fit just below his chin and there were no uncomfortable moments or awkward shifting of bodies. He placed a kiss on top of her head and murmured, "It'll be okay, Chloe. I promise." Chloe chuckled wetly. Clark could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks. It was obvious to him that she had been unnerved by the whole thing and was finally letting herself relax a bit.

But before long, she was recovered and they parted. She looked about for a moment and a real laugh escaped from her. "Clark, what are we going to wear?"

He looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean? We have our things from before which were embarrassing, but doable."

She bent and picked up her ripped underwear set and Clark's torn underthings. "I don't think we're going to be even slightly decent in these!"

Clark looked at them in horror and then they both cracked up laughing. "Don't worry," he chuckled and picked up the iridescent material they had been hiding under. "There's enough material here for us to come up with something…"

A/N: Well, if anyone had any questions about how "far" Chloe and Clark went, I hope this answers your question…

MarkMark261: I told you about Brad's scene… Did I at least make it a little better! (And wasn't it better than if say Pete had sung it? -shudder- Just imagine that song sung almost as is by Pete…) It's utterly forgettable, but it was on the transcript and on my CD so I thought what the heck! I know that "news writing" was a little weak, but it worked enough… :D I'm glad you're still enjoying it, though…