Chapter 18: Shock
I woke up before Clark the next morning. I smiled at his sleeping form and carefully got up and took a shower. Then I realized I had no clean clothes so I put on the under garments I had on the night before and went to steal on of Clarks shirts. Luckily he was still asleep. I snuck through his suit case and found a blue plain button up shirt. I pulled it on and buttoned it halfway and turned to walk back to the bed, but I got caught. Clark was sitting up smiling at me.
"I was going to wear that today, but I have to admit, it looks a lot better on you." He said smiling.
"Getting a bit cocky are we?" I laughed as I got back on the bed and positioned myself beside Clark.
"Just a new attitude I was trying out." He joked. I laughed hard. "You think that was funny?"
"Yep!" I said cheesing. Then in a swift motion, he pinned me underneath him and started tickling me!
"Clark!" I squealed with laughter. "Okay, okay! I surrender!" I managed to choke out between laughter. Clark stopped and looked down at me with a huge grin on his face. My laughter seized and I brought my hand up and traced the side of his face lightly.
"You're gorgeous." I whispered.
"And you're beautiful." He replied still smiling. Clark gently grabbed my hand and kissed it lightly. Then he put his hand under my back and started kissing me. I slowly raised myself up and repositioned myself with Clark sitting up and me straddling his lap. I ran my hands up and down his chest softly. We were in an intense moment when someone came through the door.
"Oh!" The maid screamed. I abruptly pulled away from Clark causing me to fall off the bed and hit my head hard on the ground.
"Ow!" I whispered. The maid left quickly and Clark came down to the floor.
"Jules? Are you okay?" He asked as he helped me to my feet and examined my face for any sign of trauma.
"Yea, I'm fine." I said truthfully. "Now, where were we?"
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When the performances where over I had gotten offered roles in three upcoming musicals, and two already playing ones but I turned them down, insisting to finish school. Now it was only three weeks until summer vacation, which meant exactly twenty-two days until I got to go back to Smallville. But something wasn't right. I had been extremely tired and was getting terribly weak sometimes.
One day, after vocal class, Tyler, Amy and I were walking and laughing, making fun of out professor on our way to lunch.
"Did you see the way that he hit his baton on the stand?" Taylor said, imitating.
"Yea and how red his face got when Jules hit the wrong not in her solo? By the way Jules, what happened?" Amy asked.
"I just haven't---" I got extremely dizzy, and felt my knees turn into Jell-O. There was some buzzing sound and I fainted, toppling down the stairs.
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The next thing I knew, I was walking up in the New York hospital. But instead of a doctor in my room, there was a tall man in a black suit.
"What happened?" I asked groggily.
"Miss Davis I need you to relax and clear your mind." He said.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"I'm agent Larson," he said, I thought for a moment.
"As in Amy Larson?" I asked, putting the pieces together.
"Yes she is my daughter, and that's how we have been drugging you." Larson told me.
"Drugging me!" I exclaimed angrily.
"For your own good. That's how you wound up here." He said.
"Please, explain." I said.
"Your father was James Mark Davis, inheritant to Davis Winery, the largest Vineyard and wine supplier in Europe. Your mother was Lauren Nicole Luthor, elder sister to Lionel Luthor who ran away from her brother and only family as his empire was rising to the top." Larson paused. "No one knew why she ran away; I guess she didn't want any part of the Luthor infamous life. Your father though, was different. He had made his family enemies his own personal ones. For years James Davis and the Stiff family fought and somewhere in all those years, he met and fell in love with your mother. But around the time she became pregnant with you, the Stiff's threats were becoming extremely violent. So he his Lauren, trying to protect her, and then the Stiff's killed him, and the rest of the Davis's, just five years ago." He gave me a few moments to process all of this before continuing.
"James was smart though, he wired money over a disguised account to your mother every month to support the two of you. He also hired me to make sure that the Stiff's never found out that he had a lover, or an heir. I always insisted that your mother give you the name Luthor rather then Davis, but she refused. She insisted that a part of your father was always with you. So I caved. The Stiff's weren't as smart as your family though. It took them 16 years to find you and your mother. When they did, they strategized for a year before coming up with the car crash. Your mother's death was no accident Juliet." Once again he gave me time to collect myself.
"You were supposed to die as well, but was more fortunate. So we exiled you and hid you in Smallville with your cousin, then the Kent's took you in. Then you came to New York, so I had my daughter be a double agent so I could keep track of you. Then you performed as Christine and you were given many raving reviews, the Stiff's found you again. So Amy and I have been drugging you to get you into the hospital so we can give the school a reason to send you back to Smallville early for a case of death causing illness."
"What do you mean?" I asked scared.
"It means we are moving to our last resort, we are going to have to fake your death and you will have to join the Witness Protection Program."