"CLARK!"

"WHAT IS IT DAD!" blurring through our cornfields, I jolted at the sight of Chloe. "Shit"

"Don't worry Clark, she's sleeping…." Man that would've been a tough one to get out of. My father was pretty straight forward with his intentions, his cocked eyebrow was no exception.

Relieving him of his pushing duties, I grabbed Chloe's wheelchair and strolled her up to the front door. Gently raising it I walked her chair through the door and up to my room.

"I can handle this one son" he slowly caressed her body into the feathered pillows. "She'll be sleeping until the afternoon I'd say"

I gave a slight chuckle, imagining what she would do now that she can go back to school.

"You should take Chloe out for dinner tonight-"

"Dad…."

"Believe me, she really wants it…."

What? She really wants it? I know she liked me enough to want to dance with me but how far do her feelings go? And how did dad know that? "You think so huh?"

"Believe me son, it would really make up for the past 2 weeks"

"Yeah I guess you're right…." He departed down the hall. "Dad I should probably stay with her- "

"Go finish your chores, she's ok now "

Rolling my eyes, I knew he was right, "Alright." It would only take another minute or two anyway. Curling my fingers through my hair I gave her one last stare, "Where should I take you for dinner?"

"How can you do this to me?" Such a frightened little puppy.

"How can I do this? You did this to yourself. Thinking you can pull this cheap elementary scandal, against me of all people." Huddling into the corner the same exact way.

"What are you going to do…..?"

"I have multiple options my friend. I can have you sent to Jail…." No he wouldn't enjoy that one. That would ruin his company's entire reputation."….Or I can have you killed…." Here we go. He's rendering right in front of me. "….Or you can give me total control over every single aspect of your company." Hahahahaha, look at him writhe. His choice was obvious. I would gain control, slowly start its demise, and bring it down in one final swift action. "Please sign on the line"

This one moment may be the turning point for my career. My father would surely bring me back to Metropolis after this fine display. He signed his entire life over to me.

"Lex Luthor, you're a monster" Ahhh, a showing of bravado. Too little, too late I'm afraid.

"A monster….", Bearing my smirk into his pudgy face. "….No, not a monster my dear friend. I am your God"

"Sir, you have a guest at the front door."

Shooting my attention to the butler. "Who is it?"

" It is young master Kent, sir."

Gazing back to the puppy dog, "Please have him come in, my guest was just leaving."

The fool dropped the papers onto the coffee table and departed out the side door. Clark arrived just in time to miss him.

"Hey Lex."

"Clark, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing good. I need a favor though ."

Pouring myself a glass of champagne, "Anything for you Clark."

"Well, I wanna take Chloe out to dinner tonight and I was hoping that I can bring her here…."

"She's out of the hospital? That's wonderful, and of course you can bring her here. I'll have my chefs cook you anything you want. I'll have a table set up in here for you two as well." For all the times he had come to me wanting advice about Lana, he sure got over her quickly.

"Thanks so much Lex, Is about 8:00 alright?"

"Yes, but I'm sorry to say I must be on a trip to Metropolis at about the same time, so I wont be able to greet you"

"No problem, I should get going. Thanks again Lex, it really means a lot to her."

"I'm sure it does, have a splendid evening Clark"

Off he went back to his quaint little farmhouse. I'll miss that house, the picture perfect traditional farmhouse.

"C'mon, where are you taking me?" She has no clue, I hope this cheers her up.

"You'll see in a moment." I wheeled her though the vast hallways of Lex's mansion. The Butler was awaiting us at the Living room doors, allowing us through…."Wow….", Lex really went all out with this table. I guess we underdressed, heh.

"What is it. I wanna see." Gliding her leg underneath the table, I disposed of her blindfold. "Clark….oh my god"