Long Shot

By Goodbye Caroline

Disclaimer: Don't own them, would never try to own them.

AN: I must say, I am very sorry about the slight delay in updating. I hope this chapter was worth the wait. I've got the plot all figured out now so this story is definitely going to happen. Enjoy.

--Chapter Four—

The dim light radiating from the fireplace made his features appear jagged and sinister. Something had changed since the island. His soft almost caring eyes had returned to their old, cold and menacing selves. Behind his eyes there was a churning machine in his head, plotting and planning once more. He had returned to his normal self it appeared, for there was that evil sparkle in his eyes again.

He stared thoughtfully into the fire, thoughts too busy to bother to blink. As his eyes glossed over, the reflection of the fire in front of him became eerily visible, making him look slightly demonic. He lifted a glass of scotch to his mouth and took a long swig. Inhaling deeply, he turned his head to his companion next to him.

Looking at her now, he would not have guessed that she had just come from a deserted island. She was clean, polished and draped in a fine pink silk nightgown. Her hair was tamed falling down to her shoulders, landing on a fur shoulder thing—whatever it was called, he didn't know nor care what it was. She was sipping from her martini absentmindedly. To him, she was pure glamour. Her beauty was subtle and deadly, which ultimately made up for her lacking intelligence.

He smiled faintly.

"What?" She asked blankly.

He took another swig from his drink, "Nothing."

"Got any big plans Lex?"

Big plans. Now there's the understatement of the year. He laughed quietly to himself. "Oh yeah, I've got plans." He said very softly.

She finished the last of her martini and set the empty glass on the table between them. She yawned and rose from her seat. He sat up immediately after her.

"I'm going—" she shot him a confused look.

"A few of my 'creepy prison friends' are coming up tomorrow." He said very seriously.

She raised her eyebrow, slightly surprised, "Wow, these must be some big plans."

He smirked. She turned to leave him, as she did so, he decided to stop her by grabbing her wrist. He pulled her back in front of him.

She sighed, "Lex, I'm tired. I'm going to go—" She was interrupted by the intense glare his eyes were literally shooting into hers. Her pulse was racing, she wasn't sure if she should be scared or not. Actions took over thoughts and she felt herself being pulled toward him. He met his lips with hers in a rush of passion, which surprised her more than anything. When she began to think once more, she finally gave in and kissed him back just as fiercely. After all, no one else was going to kiss him.

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The next morning she awoke next to an empty spot on the bed where a man had once been minutes, maybe hours before. She opened her eyes, not her room. In fact, glancing around she realized that she was definitely in Lex's room. Yet, there was no sign of him. Her eyes sought out the clock on the wall to her left, 10:48 am; Late, but not too late. There was no excessively loud opera music playing so chances are he was already up and ready, which was probably something she should do.

She gathered her clothes and hurriedly sprinted to her own room, several doors down from his. The impending hangover clouded her memory and as the pain rushed into her head she silently cursed her decision to have 2 more martinis than usual.

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The small library had been instantly transformed into his new meeting room, his new headquarters for any and all new maniacal plots. The room was fogged with cigar smoke and seated around the long, wooden table were nine men, each as scary and intimidating as the next. Some were tall and lean, others were short and stocky, but it didn't matter to her, they were all the same. They were all Lex's creepy prison friends. She was astounded at how popular he actually was. Nine friends of Lex's, now there's something you don't see every day.

"Ah, Kitty, glad to see you've finally got yourself out of bed." He greeted her nonchalantly.

A couple men smirked and snickered, while others nudged the person next to them. She shot them all nasty looks and took a seat in an armchair away from the table of minions.

"Now," He began, "How would you all like to be very, very rich?"

TBC.