Yay! I feel loved! This may or may not be the last chapter. I'll see how this goes. Probably will be the last after all. . .

Clark and Lana were running the best they could through the crowd, while four big, muscled guards were chasing them. Clark had been calling Lex to tell him that they were getting out of the building.

Lana was scanning the place looking for plain old Lex – not Lex in the same get-up as Clark. Suddenly, the pair noticed a woman dart out from somewhere behind the bar. At first neither knew what it was yelling, but they finally heard it.

"RAPE! RAPE!" Lex continued to scream even though he was far away from his father. He felt very invaded and thought he would never feel the same way again. What a drama queen.

"Lex!" Clark waved his arm so Lex could see. Lana looked around – she didn't see Lex anywhere. Then she saw the same woman who ran from the bar make a beeline towards Clark and Lana. Then it hit her as soon as the person was close enough.

"OH MY GOD! LEX!" she screeched with laughter as Lex finally reached the pair, almost twisting his ankle while he was running. Clark took a hold of one of Lana's arm and Lex grabbed the other and they began to drag her out the door.

The only problem was Lex's shoes again, which kept slowing them down. Clark finally gave up and picked Lana up and began carrying her out the door, his shoes left far behind.

Lex began to slack behind and finally jumped under a table and had enough time to remove his shoes. Grabbing his purse he dove out from the table and ran to catch up. The four guards were still close behind the three of them.

Clark, still carrying a hysterically laughing Lana, and Lex zoomed out the front door.

"Where's your limo?" Clark looked around. But it was gone. Even Lana stopped laughing and Clark finally put her down.

"What are we going to DO!" Lex was beginning to panic. The four guards were almost out the door and on top of them when tire wheel's screeched next to them.

They turned to face a limo, still running. The door flung open and there was Lionel.

"Ladies! Get in!" he yelled as the guards made their way out the door and were heading towards the trio. Lex hesitated a moment but Clark, who was already in, grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him.

The driver tore off and the guards stood in the dust shaking their fists and cursing. It was a very big limo and in no time it was heading down the road towards Smallville. They had a while to go and Lana had scooted all the way in the back and feel asleep. Clark, still dressed the way he came in sat with her.

Lionel and Lex were left alone.

Again.

Lionel had been sitting across from Lex but mysteriously appeared next to him. And awfully close, I might add.

"I felt we had a connection back there, despite your out break before. Quite a connection . . ." Lionel smiled seductively as he rolled up the glass that separated the pair from the driver and Clark.

Lex screamed, but it was strangely muffled. . .

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Clark told the driver to drop them off a mile away from his farm just to be safe. Clark and Lana stepped out from the limo while Lex fell out of it. Before the car sped off, Lionel rolled down the window and waggled his fingers at Lex.

Clark and Lana watched the limo speed off then approached Lex.

"Lex, why's your dress . . ." Clark began, but Lex glared at him.

"And why is your lipstick smeared?" Lana asked.

"I don't even want to talk about it, but let's just say I think I will be scarred for life."

They finally made their way to the Kent farm. Clark and Lex took a deep breath in and, Lana in the middle, approached the door. Clark pushed the door open and as we fade away we can hear . . .

"Clark is that you?"

"Lex? Oh my god . . ."

And then there was hysterical laughter.

I wonder why?

Ta da! The end! What'd ya think? I was thinking of writing of writing a short sequel about Lex and Lionel afterwards and Lex finally revealing what Lionel did and maybe I'll tell you what ACTUALLY happened in the limo. . . but I won't write it unless I get a lot of people asking for one.