I'm FINALLY back with this story which will make the. . . hold on. . . one. . . two. . . three. . . seventh story I have going. There's (including this) four on fanfiction and three on fictionpress. Nice huh?

I decided, instead of making a completely different and separate story, I would just add onto this one and make it longer.

ChApTeR SiX

By now, Clark had changed back into regular clothes and was now in the pickup driving a mopey Lex back to the mansion. Clark couldn't help but feel bad for him. I mean, it must've been tough to be . . . what ever happened to him . . . by his father.

Finally getting to the mansion, Clark stopped close to the door.

"You want me to come in with you?" Clark offered. "It doesn't look like anyone's home."

"Good." Lex responded as he gently stepped out, careful not to hurt his already twisted ankle. "I'll have time to get all this crap off. I'll see you later Clark. Best not mention this to anyone else, huh?"

Clark watched, making sure he was in, and drove off laughing. Why would he WANT to tell anyone about this?

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Lex limped into the mansion and immediately made his way to the first floor living area. He turned on the lights and tossed his shoes in the corner and collapsed on the long, leather couch, exhausted.

He was about to drift off to sleep when there were foot steps and a terrible screech and the sound as metal hit the floor. Lex sat up and saw in the doorway one of his maids standing stock still, the contents of the platter she was holding decorating the floor and bits of the wall.

"Who . . . who are you!" she trembled pointing an accusing finger as Lex began to get up and move closer to her to try to calm her down. "I'm warning you! I've got a taser! " she threatened, reaching a hand into her apron pocket.

Lex kept moving. He didn't believe her. How could she get one in the first place? The Luthor's normally didn't give their service staff weapons on the first day. They waited at least a year for that.

"It's okay . . ." Lex tried to reassure her but it was no use as he felt about 50,000 volts run through his body and his world faded to black.

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Lex blinked, his vision temporarily distorted. He was on the couch again and he gently moved his arms to rub his eyes. When he looked again, there was a strangely familiar face peering into his.

"DAD!" he jumped and pushed himself up.

"What?" said Lionel.

"Um, uh . . ." Lex noticed himself in the same attire as he had been the entire night.

"It's okay. She's new. How did you get in?" he put a hand on his shoulder. Lex pulled away and tried to think of a decent lie.

"I . . . uh . . . I realized the driver left me off far from my house. I walked until I saw here. I . . . um . . . recognized this as the Luthor mansion from. . . TV. . . and thought you wouldn't mind. I didn't think anyone was here."

"Your feet must ache." Lionel smiled at Lex and winked before calling a maid over. "Get some warm water to soak Lexiss' feet with." The maid began to walk away but Lionel called her back. "Oh, and give me that taser. We don't want anymore accidents."

Lionel turned to face Lex. Lex tried to smile politely at his father, knowing he couldn't keep his secret forever.

"Thank you . . ."

"I thought that maybe we could discuss what happened in the limo . . ."Lionel's smile was all teeth. Lex cringed for the millionth time that night.

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Meanwhile, back at the Kent farm, Clark was looking around on the computer for the blonde woman. Lana was home and probably asleep and Clark should've been too, but his curiosity overpowered him.

So far he had come up with nothing and was about to close up when he spotted something he hadn't looked at yet. He opened it and smiled.

"Oh . . . yeah . . ." Clark smiled.

"Clark?" Jonathan called and began walking up the loft stairs. Clark quickly closed the computer and embarrassingly smiled at his father. "You weren't looking at pictures of outer space again were you Clark? You know we discussed this . . ."

"I wasn't dad." Clark lied.

"Alright. Well, it's time for bed Clark. We'll talk about tonight in the morning." Jonathan began walking down the stairs. Clark made sure he was gone and opened the computer again.

He took a last look at the picture of the moon on his computer. It was the next best thing next to looking at Lana. Clark suddenly felt very paranoid and closed up. He yawned and went inside and eventually climbed into bed.

He'd look for the blonde when he woke up in the morning. . .

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Lex yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Morning light poured lazily into the room through flaxen curtains and warmed the floor. Lex took in his surroundings and saw he was in a bed. It was one of the mansions guest beds and it wasn't as comfortable as his own.

He sat there, covered in down covers, and tried to remember how he got into the bed in the first place. And why he was wearing strangely familiar pajamas. He remembered seeing them before, but they certainly weren't his.

"Oh, yeah. . ." he said in his normal voice and went to scratch his head and felt the wig. It really itched and he wondered how it managed to stay on while he slept.

That night, after Lionel had soaked Lex's (or Lexiss') feet in warm water he apologized (apologized! His father!) for what he did in the limo.

Lex had then tried to say he had to leave when Lionel had offered the guest bed to him. Lex wanted to decline but it sounded so tempting. . . and anyway, if he did leave that night, where would he have gone? It was one o'clock in the morning at that time.

Lionel had then ordered the maids to clean up the room and the bathroom as he personally went to find Lexiss some clean pajamas to temporarily wear. When he had come back, the pajamas were neatly folded and when Lex shook them out, the creases of where they were folded were still visible, giving Lex a clue they had been folded for quite sometime. They looked so familiar. . .

Lex had gotten changed quickly and privately in the bathroom and climbed immediately into the bed, absolutely exhausted. Lionel had poked his head in then and smiled at Lex, but a hint of woe floated across Lionel's eyes when he saw Lexiss in the pajamas. . .

Lex stretched again and finally got up. His borrowed clothes from the night before were not where he left them, leaving him nothing to wear except the pajamas. Since he technically lived there, Lex made his way down to the dining room no problem.

Lionel was already there reading the paper and he looked up to see Lexiss standing sleepily in front of him.

"Good. . ." he began but was interrupted.

"Where are my clothes?" Lex asked in his normal voice accidentally and his eyes widened as he hoped his father didn't notice.

"That was. . . deep." Lionel looked utterly confused. Not as confused as when he finds out who I really am, Lex sighed and put on his fake voice, but not after pretending to clear his throat.

"My throat gets dry when I wake up sometimes. Those frogs, you know!" Lex giggled and made a mental note to beat Chloe up for this later.

"Join me for breakfast. A. . . well, this girl Chloe is going to stop by later for an "interview" with me instead of my son who is oh so "coincidentally" missing. She's fashionable. I'll compromise. You know, I'll interview if you take my. . . friend shopping."

"We're friends, are we?" Lex heard himself ask and wondered where that came from.

"Why, do you want to be more?" Lionel lowered his paper and stared at Lex over his glasses.

"Not in this lifetime. . . not ever." Lex mumbled and sat in one of the chairs, ready to eat.

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