Disclaimer: Check chap 1.

Previously on Smallville:

Brandon sighed loudly. He turned away and massaged his temples for a few seconds before turning back to Clark. "Where is the cat?" he asked, annoyance evident in his voice.

Lex looked up. What does the cat have to do with any of this? he thought. Then a look of understanding passed over his face.

"What does the cat have to do with any of this?" Clark asked, echoing Lex's thoughts.

"Clark," Lex said cautiously, "I think Chloe is the cat."

Chapter 3: Magical Confrontations and Annoying Pets

Clark's POV

I turned to Lex. Did I hear him correctly? Did he actually just say that Chloe was the cat? That's ridiculous, though. Of course, an alien living in small-town America is ridiculous, too.

Brandon broke me out of my thoughts, "They finally understand! Now where is she?"

I stared at Brandon before asking the first thing that came into my mind, "Why is she a cat?"

Brandon gave another audible sigh before gesturing to the old volume on the desk. "She had something I wanted," he explained.

So many questions were flying around in my head. I sat flustered while Lex muttered something under his breath. I think it was, "God, a few months ago I didn't even believe in magic." I would have gasped, but I stopped myself. Of course, this was magic, and Brandon was a witch…or a male version of a witch. Warlock, maybe? Anyway, I asked Brandon, "Why do you want to find her now?"

The witch glared at me annoyed, but he answered anyway. He probably realized I wouldn't ignore any questions I had. Chloe told me it was a gift. "It seems she fancies herself the amateur witch, and she put a spell on the book so that I can't read it until she lifts her damn spell." I praised and cursed Chloe at the same time. On the one hand, Chloe had outsmarted Brandon, on the other, Chloe was working with magic. Why would she get into something she knew could be dangerous?

"Okay," Brandon said, tired of answering questions already. "I know you know where Chloe is, and I can do a spell that would extract the information from you, but it would leave you brain-dead. So, Chloe's going to die either way; question is: are you two going to be casualties?"

I knew I would never tell Brandon about Chloe's whereabouts, but I didn't know about Lex. I turned to him. His expression was determined. He seemed angry and resolved, and he didn't speak. Yes! I did the happy dance in my mind. Lex was not going to tell him anything!

Brandon looked down at us. We remained tight-lipped. His face turned into a scowl. I became a little scared. Magic could hurt me. I decided I would have to outsmart Brandon. I quickened my senses so that everything around me seemed to be in slow motion. Brandon's hand was moving upward and beginning to glow green. Lex was sitting on the floor staring up at the witch. I stood and ran toward Brandon. I pushed him, knocking him off his feet. The magic in his hand dissipated immediately. I ran back to where I had been sitting and let my world speed up to its normal rate. Brandon flew off his feet into the wall. He lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

Lex stood tentatively. "What happened?" he asked.

I thought quickly. "Maybe Chloe has this room magically protected," I suggested. It sounded lame even to me, but I couldn't think of anything else. Lex glanced at me warily but nodded, accepting my explanation.

Lex walked over to Chloe's desk, attempting and failing to hide his slight limp, and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Chloe kept it around to fix the computers when they broke and the school was being cheap. I never did understand how she fixed computers with just duct tape, but she said duct tape could fix anything. Lex limped over to Brandon with the duct tape and tied up his hands and feet. He then covered Brandon's mouth with the tape. When he was finished, Lex said, "Call the police. We can't tell them what Brandon did to Chloe, they'd never believe us, but we can tell them that he attacked us." I nodded. "But first," Lex continued as he limped back over to Chloe's desk. Lex picked up Brandon's journal. "Let's find a counter-spell for Chloe."

Chloe's POV

Once Clark and Lex had left, I was frantic. Clark had not recognized me. Obviously I had overestimated Clark's intelligence. I decided that writing a note would be the easiest way to get them to see who I was, and since I didn't have opposable thumbs, I thought the computer would be the simplest way to write. I nimbly leapt onto the chair behind Lex's desk and then onto his desk. His laptop was already open, so I didn't have to worry about that, but I found out very quickly that paws are not the best for working with a keyboard and mouse (I realize how ironic that sounds). I dived back into the desk chair and sat for a moment. I had no idea what I was going to do.

My mind spun as I contemplated possible solutions. Unfortunately, the answer eluded me, and I only gained an awful headache. I was still sitting in Lex's chair, and I began to notice how comfortable it was. It wasn't cushy like the couch, but it was nice all the same. I circled the seat of the chair for a moment. It's softness was alluring, and I contentedly lay down. I pulled my legs close to me so that I became a tiny ball of fur. The sun shining through the stained-glass windows warmed my face. I'm not really sure when I fell asleep, but I was asleep for a while before an uninvited visitor woke me.

Lionel's POV

I was angry. I was livid. Lex, my son, had just made a business decision that I was sure would lose the company millions. So, in my enraged state, I calmly strode into Lex's study. I could have thrown open the doors with gusto, but that would have given Lex the advantage. I, of course, could never let that happen. Once I had entered his study, I noticed that he wasn't there. I didn't really care, though. It would give me time to have a drink and consider what exactly I would say.

I coolly walked over to the bar and pulled out a glass. I then grabbed Lex's bottle of scotch (I'm not really a fan of scotch, but I knew it irked Lex when I drank his). Pouring the alcoholic liquid into the glass, I turned to Lex's desk, hoping I would find some evidence of what had pulled him away from his study. Instead, I saw a two piercing green eyes glaring at me. I jumped and almost dropped the glass. I'm usually cool and collected, but those eyes took me by surprise. I turned back to Lex's desk and saw the owner of the eyes. It was a cat. The cat was sitting in Lex's desk chair, bathed in a bright shaft of sunlight. It was a golden and had an air about it that made it seem regal and imposing. The most distinguishing feature, though, was its eyes. They were eerie and calculating, sparkling brightly in the sunlight. In that moment, I was sure that cat was thinking of unique ways to torture me. I nearly shivered, but caught myself. It was just a cat, after all.

Tearing my eyes away from the cat, I returned to pouring my drink. As I took a drink of the alcohol, I glanced back to the desk chair. The cat was gone. I nearly choked on the scotch. I looked around wondering where the cat had silently disappeared to. I trained my gaze down and saw the cat sitting at my feet. I stumbled back, frightened for a moment by the daemonic gaze it was giving me. The cat turned its head to the side; it was amused! My anger rose. This cat had actually scared me!

I ground my teeth and walked calmly walked over to the couch (admittedly giving the cat a wide berth). I sat down on the leather sofa and leaned back, resting my head on the back of the couch and my arm on the arm of the couch. I sat there placidly with my eyes closed until I felt something move on the couch next to me. Opening my eyes, I saw the cat. It was sitting next to me giving me the glare that had alarmed me just moments ago. I wasn't startled this time. Instead, I glowered right back at the cat. After a few minutes of exchanging glares, I rolled my eyes and laid my head on the back of the sofa again. I closed my eyes, but I could still feel the cat's baleful gaze.

Omniscient POV

Lionel Luthor was resting on the couch in Lex's study. Chloe the cat was sitting next to him, using every once of energy to glare at the man. Lionel remained calm on the outside, but Chloe's kitty instincts told her that he was actually tense and nervous from her presence. That made her very happy.

The noise of doors opening alerted the attention of the inhabitants of the room. Lex and Clark walked in triumphantly. Lionel Luthor, who had been awakened from his doze and was now standing on his feet, addressed his son, "Lex, where have you been? And when did you get a cat?" Lionel gestured to Chloe as he said this, a look of disgust on his face. Chloe tried to bite his hand, but he pulled it away in time. "I don't believe your cat likes me very much."

Both Lex and Clark laughed, gaining them a bemused look from Lionel. Lex said, "I'm not really surprised, Dad." He then held out a piece of paper. "Chloe, we found the counter-spell."

Lionel looked completely confused now. "Chloe?" he said, looking around. "Chloe Sullivan? Is she here?" Clark giggled. Chloe the cat, however, was behind the couch. When she heard Lex's announcement about the counter spell, she had jumped off the couch and dashed behind it.

Lex nodded in understanding at Chloe's behavior. If the counter spell worked, Chloe would be very human and very nude in a room full of men. Lex turned to Clark. "Ready?" he asked. Clark nodded.

"Ready for what-" Lionel began, but he was cut off when Lex began to chant.

"Ocono…" Lex began. The feeling in the room changed, as if it was being charged with anticipation of something great. "Zinthos…" A bright purple light shone from behind the couch, illuminating the amazed faces of all three men. "Hecate…" The light grew brighter and brighter, and a strangled cry of a cat rang through the room. The cry began to shift and change in sound so that it resembled more of a human scream of pain. "Est!" Lex finished. There was a bright flash of purple light and the screaming ended. Lex and Clark ran to the couch, but stopped as a head pooped up from behind it.

"Chloe?" Clark asked, disbelieving.

Chloe flashed her full-watt smile as a blush crept onto her cheeks. "Hi," she said, still hiding behind the couch. "Can I have some clothes?"

A blush flew to Clark's cheeks, as well. "Your clothes are out in the car. I'll just go get them," he mumbled as he ran out of the room.

Lex stood staring with his jaw hanging open. When he realized what he was doing, he stammered, "I'm gonna go help Clark." With that he too ran out of the room. Chloe almost laughed at his obvious amazement and slight fear of the events that had passed.

Lionel was the only person left in the room. He looked as if he had just been attacked by a hoard of ghosts. His eyes were saucers and his mouth hung open. Chloe did laugh at this. The fearless Lionel Luthor was rendered speechless from a little transformation magic.

Chloe's laugh brought Lionel out of his stupor. "I'm-" he began, "I'm- I'm gonna go take an aspirin." Lionel turned and left the room. Chloe laughed again.

A/N: The stories not over yet! Stay tuned for the next chapter! I know that wasn't much of a fight scene, but all Smallville fight scenes are short and sweet like that. Thought I'd stick to the norm. If you want good fight scenes, check out my story 'In Too Deep.' I don't have any fight scenes in it yet, but they're coming! Oh, and I got 'Zinthos' from the same place I got 'Metrion.' Come on, someone out there must know where I got Metrion and Zinthos. You know "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" Anyway, I'm contemplating a sequel. What do you think?