Although I made it kind of obvious in the last chapter where I was taking this, I'll still make it funny. . . don't worry, I'll squeeze Clark in there somewhere. . .

ChApTeR EiGhT

Clark had arrived at the mansion shortly after Chloe and Lex had left so he ventured to the club by himself to see if he could get any information. They kicked him out shortly after he wouldn't stop pestering them. One of the guards gruffly pointed out:

"You're not a girl," as he threw Clark out the door.

"I WAS! That's gotta count for something!" Clark called after the guards as they slammed the doors. He pulled himself off and brushed the dust off his butt before running off again. He returned home, not a hint out of breath, to see nobody home.

After searching the house for anybody at all, he decided to meander over to the Luthor mansion to see if anyone was home. As he took his time, doing short bursts of speed every now and then, he wondered if Lex had forgotten the whole ordeal already.

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Clark entered the mansion at last and heard voices coming from the living room. He walked over to see the door open and he stood in the doorway and listened into the conversation.

"What the. . .!" Lex screeched in his normal voice again and Chloe clapped a slender hand over his mouth before he finished. She smiled politely at Lionel as he stared at the "three" women in front of him.

"It's just a party." He laughed at the shocked expression on Lexiss' face.

"Why a party?" Lana took a step forward and asked sincerely.

"Well, we opened another factory and it's doing exceptionally well. I, on a rare occasion, want to throw a party." Lionel explained himself, still amused by the face on his new "friend". Chloe had finally removed her hand from Lex's mouth and now he was opening his mouth up and down like a fish before finally speaking. When he did speak, he made sure to use his other voice but unfortunately said the wrong thing.

"Another one? I told you that you have to consult me before opening another factory! You never listen to me, ever! Can't you just cooperate for once in your life! If I could, I would. . . "

Realizing that the person yelling was Lex and that he must be making a big mistake, he sprinted into the room, grabbed Lex's arms from behind and dragged him out as he was still yelling. Chloe and Lana turned to the very confused face of Lionel.

"Is. . . is Lexiss. . . well?" he ventured to ask the two girls.

"Do you mean like ill or mentally insane?" Chloe couldn't help but smile as Lana put her head in her hand and shook her head.

"The second option, I would think." He laughed.

"I'm starting to get that feeling as well. She's always wanted to be a part of Luthor world you know. . ." Chloe tried to explain.

"How could you know that? You just met her, didn't you?"

"I. . . uh. . ."

While Chloe was busy trying to explain the impossible, Clark was standing out in the hallway with a panting Lex. Clark was doing most of the talking at the moment while clutching Lex's shoulders and shaking him gently every now and then.

"Get a hold of yourself Lex!" Clark whispered, shaking Lex again. "What is going on? Why are you still dressed like. . . this?"

Lex sighed and explained the whole story from when Clark dropped him off at the mansion in a hushed tone. Clark listened patiently and carefully, letting go of Lex's shoulders, before speaking once more.

"So how long are you going to put up with this disguise?"

"Not for much longer I hope. What he catches on. . ." Lex began but Clark interrupted.

"Maybe he already has."

"What?" Lex whispered and clutched Clark's forearms, leaning in a little closer. Clark, in a moment of excitement and revelation, did the same motion so their heads were almost touching, as if conspiring against the people in the next room.

Before Clark had a chance to explain his sudden idea, the front door slammed open and the sound of high heels began getting louder as they clicked down the hallway. Clark and Lex, still clutching each other's arms stared at the blonde woman who ignored the two in the hallway and entered the living room.

After a moment of standing doing nothing, the two in the hallway followed the blonde into the livingroom. The first thing Clark noticed was the fear in Lana's eyes. The blonde seemed too preoccupied in trying to talk to Lionel, that she didn't see Lana.

"What's the matter?" Clark whispered to Lana and she pointed a slightly trembling finger to the blonde.

"That's her, that's the one who kidnapped me."

"Excuse us kids, could you give us some privacy?" Lionel looked up from looking at a paper the blonde had handed him. The other four exited the room one by one, but not before the blonde saw Lana. She mouthed "hi" and Lana glared as the door closed.

"So, Lionel. Is everything going as planned?" The blonde smiled. Lionel smiled back.

"Of course. The fake kidnapping, the boys dressing up, the limo ride…" Lionel counted on his fingers before the blonde interrupted.

"Yes, how did the limo ride go? You know I was driving, couldn't see anything."

"Let's not ever bring that up again, shall we Miss Frasier?" Lionel's cheeks flushed slightly and Miss Frasier flipped her hair.

"Please Lionel, how many times must I tell you to call me Margaret."

". . . the limo ride," Lionel changed the subject back to what he was discussing. "Lex thinks I'm convinced he's a woman. I must say though, if he wasn't my son and I wasn't the wiser. . ." Lionel joked but straightened his face quickly. "I'm having the party tonight. They'll all be there, Lex wouldn't want to be alone dressed like he is, so you'll have to be careful."

"Don't fret Lionel. I know exactly what I'm doing. We'll find out what Clark's secret is. We know he has one." Margaret straightened her jacket and her pencil skirt before turning to the door.

"Oh, and Margaret?" Lionel called out. Margaret turned, her hand poised over the handle of the door.

"Yes, Lionel?"

"Wear the black dress. You always look so lovely in black."

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Oooo. . . conspiracy. . . and the plot thickens. . .O.o