TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 18

WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)

RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)

SUMMARY: Rewrite from the end of the episode 'Unsafe.'

SPOILERS: Everything!

DISCLAIMER: All Smallville character belong to their respective whatever, the WB, etc. etc.

FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile:)

DEDICATION: To all the fellow Nuns, writers, reviewers, and readers at NWP, and of course Jensen!

RANT: It's short. But it's all I have time for right now. More soon!

He drove his car down the driveway and noticed the guards standing all around the forest area. Something was up. He pulled over and got out of the car. Seeing the man he had originally come to question, he moved over to him. He was kneeling next to a mound of dirt and talking to one of his guards.

As Jason got closer he heard Lex ask, "How long has she been dead?"

He moved more quickly to the spot as the guard answered, "At least a day."

"Lex?" Jason asked, and then he saw it. A female leg was sticking out of the mound of earth. "Oh, my God."

The other man stood up, "Jason, what are you doing here?"

He tried to move his eyes from the body to Lex. Finally he answered, "I came to ask you some questions. Answers that your father wouldn't or couldn't give. But I guess now I might have even more for you." He pointed at what was visible of the body.

The guard came back to Lex and handed him a dirty wallet. "We found this, sir. We got an ID."

Lex ignored Jason as he opened the wallet. It contained a New York driver's license with the picture of one… "Bridgette Crosby."

The name sounded familiar, "I know that name. I've come across it several times in my research. She works for Virgil Swann, the billionaire."

Lex's jaw tensed, "Look, this doesn't concern you."

"If it has anything to do with the artifacts, it concerns me."

The older man turned to his guards, "Edwards, Lowe, will you please escort Mr. Teague to his car?"

Jason didn't move for a minute and glared at Lex, he then saw the guards move in. He squared his shoulders and then moved away, knowing that nothing would be accomplished from talking with Lex, especially in the presence of so many other people.

As he drove back down the driveway on his way out, he picked up his cell phone. About ready to dial, and then he stopped. "No. Not today." He said out loud. He wasn't going to call her today and ruin it for her. She was getting ready for the prom tonight. She was going to have fun. He was not going to ruin this one day for her. He would see what information he could get and then tell her afterwards.

She pinned the last flower into place. She really hoped all the work was going to be worth it. Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed. A white dress, with white flowers in her hair. She looked so… innocent. She laughed at that one. This body may have been innocent the first time she possessed her, but it wasn't the second time, and it sure as heck wasn't while she was in charge. She was resisting the urge not to zap it to a nice deep red or midnight black. But that wouldn't go for the effect she was looking for.

Isobel sighed when the phone rang. She quickly hurried into the kitchen to answer it, "Hello?"

"Do I still have to stay away? Or can I at least come and see what you look like before you head out?"

She almost laughed at the pleading in his voice. "I told you I was meeting the girls at Chloe's."

"I can drop you off."

"Jason…" she whined right back at him.

"Okay. Okay. But then you have to get a ton of pictures."

She rolled her eyes, "Agreed." Then she changed the topic, "How is everything going?"

"I haven't been able to talk to Lex yet. He's got something interesting going on right now. I'll be checking into that too. I'll let you know later what I find out."

She smiled. It was nice having someone else do her work for her. They would need to get together later that night to discuss what he found out. Her smile got even bigger, "Sounds good. Want me to call when I get back? I could stay all dressed up…" She trailed off.

"Wouldn't you be wanting to get out of all that after that long dance?" he asked.

"Well… you could help me with that." She heard his deep swallow over the phone, and her smile widened.

"I might be able to."

"Okay, I'll call when I get home. But I have to go finish getting ready."

"Okay, bye Lana."

"Bye," she replied and hung up. Maybe the night was looking up. After she got back from Blandsville, maybe she could really have some fun and find out some good information too. She looked at the clock. Only a few more minutes and he would actually be there. She gathered up everything that was 'needed,' and than sat on the bar stool. She watched the clock, and she just knew… just knew that exactly at 7 o'clock there would be a…

Knock. Knock.

So predictable. She walked towards the sound, plastered a huge smile on her face, and opened the door. And there he was. Black tux, white shirt, and red cumber bun.

"Lana…" he could barely talk. She looked breathtaking. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. You looking very handsome." He did. She wouldn't deny that. But there was a difference between handsome and sexy. It was an attitude, and that little boy innocence of his just sucked the sexiness out of the room.

She motioned him inside, and they each pinned on each other's respective corsages. She quickly grabbed her belongings and he helped her out the door, and down the steps only to be bombarded with flashes of light. Isobel looked over and there they were. The Kents. Martha with camera in hand.

"Mom… please."

"Oh, Clark. Stop. We want some pictures." She turned to Isobel, "Now Lana. Look over here." She turned back to Clark, "Stand closer."

"Put your arm around her," Jonathan chimed in.

Clark put his arm around her, and she smiled as the flash bulbs went off. She smiled so hard she thought her face might break. Luckily he seemed to be as uneasy about the whole thing as she was, because he was trying to get them out the door. Soon they were, and he helped her into a very nice sports car. She looked at him funny as he sat in the driver seat.

"Lex wanted to get us a Limo, but I refused. So, as a compromise, he loaned me a car."

That made sense. Because she knew farm boy could not have afforded this bad boy. That, and the car really didn't suit him. She had been surprised they weren't actually taking his truck. She began to wonder what else she could get Clark to get from Lex. Her thoughts were on that very subject the whole drive to the school.

As he parked the car, he looked over at her. She had been quiet. Too quiet. "Lana… are you okay?"

She shook her head, "Huh? Oh, yeah. Just…" She tried to think, "Just wondering what the gym looks like." She turned and smiled at him. He smiled back, got out of the car, and moved over to her side, opening her door. With that she took his arm and they made there way into the music filled high school.

To be continued.