SHOUTOUS\ANSWERS
Karakin: Here's the next chap. I hope you enjoy it.
ClanaFanFiction: Thanks. Maybe I will, though I'm more a Lana\Jason fan, sorry.
Windyfontaine: Well, it was about time. Here's what I came up with. Which Supernatural story do you mean? I have a couple that need a sequel. Thanks. You too.
SVOC Luva: Thanks. Well, you'll see. Glad you're enjoying it.
December.morning: Ah. I see. Good luck with your plays. Thanks. Don't worry. I understand exactly what you mean.
Spuffyshipper: Thanks. Oh, that bites. Uh...sometimes. Sorry about your breakup. It's your boyfriend's loss and somebody else's incredible gain. Hello, quoting Cordy. Sorry this isn't soon enough.
DISCLAIMER
Smallville belongs to the WB. I only own the plot and any characters that aren't usually in the series. I've been working on this off and on all day, and I'm still not satisfied. Oh, and I just saw an episode of Smallville which stated that Genevieve had previously stayed at the Smallville Inn. I apologize for my mistake, but for the sake of consistancy, her dwelling stays as is.
Back at Genevieve's house, Jason groaned as he struggled against the cuffs that were holding him to the bed.
"Oh, yeah. Go into the bedroom. Real smart, Jason," he berated himself. He should've known his mother would pull something like this. He pulled against the bonds, only to have the cuffs bite into his wrist. He groaned. Then, he heard footsteps. No. No, please. Not again, he thought to himself. Moments later, the door opened.
"No," Jason whispered.
"Oh relax, Jason. I just want to talk," Genevieve responded as she walked up to the bed. Jason merely averted his gaze. "Really, Jason. I don't understand it. She betrays you and then you go back to her?" she asked.
"She never---if anything, I betrayed her," Jason replied.
"You see what she's done to you, Dear Boy?" Genevieve queried. "She's made you weak," she continued.
"On the contrary Mother, I've never felt stronger than when I'm with her," Jason corrected her.
"Strong? You think she's made you strong?" Genevieve queried.
"She got me to stand up to you, didn't she?" Jason shot back. The woman backhanded him.
"I thought I taught you better than that," she snapped.
"What can I say? I've developed a mind of my own," he quipped.
"Okay, that's it, Jason. I've had it up to here with your mouth," the woman said. Jason's face paled at the look on his mother's face. He suddenly had a bad feeling. He watched as the woman rifled through her drawer. Then, he began struggling again.
"I don't know what you're planning, but you're better off just letting us go!" the man exclaimed.
"You better shut up, Jason. Or else it's gonna be a lot worse for you," Genevieve told him. Jason grunted as he continued to try to break free.
"Now Jason, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," the woman said, pulling a syringe full of a clear liquid of the drawer.
"Bite me," Jason responded. The woman sat on the bed and ran a hand down his chest.
"Are you saying you want to do this the hard way, Dear Boy?" Genevieve queried.
"What? You think you'll break me? Huh?" Jason challenged. The woman smirked. Though he talked bravely, she could hear the fear in his voice. She had him and she knew it. She positioned herself on top of him. Jason's breathing became labored as her hand continued traveling downward.
"Stop," Jason moaned. He tried to throw her off, but to no avail.
"Well, it looks like we're doing this the hard way," Genevieve smirked. With that, she stabbed him with the needle. Immediately, everything went fuzzy. While this was going on, Chloe and Clark had finally arrived at the residence. Chloe tried the door.
"It's locked," she reported.
"Uh, let me try," Clark said.
"Okay," Chloe agreed. She stepped aside as Clark took hold of the knob. A moment later, the door opened.
"Wow. How'd you do that?" Chloe questioned, pretending to be surprised.
"Uh---it must've been jammed," Clark said. Then, they went inside.
"Lex!" Clark exclaimed in surprise.
"Lex, what'd she do to you?" Chloe wondered, seeing their friend's bloodied face, untying him as she spoke.
"Genevieve. She's gone totally crazy," Lex moaned.
"Where's Jason?" Clark wondered.
"Bedroom. They were talking and it just got quiet," Lex answered.
"I'll get Jason. You guys get out of here and call the sheriff," Clark instructed.
"But---" Lex began to protested.
"No, he's right. Besides, you need a doctor," Chloe interrupted. With that, she led him out of the house. Clark raced to the bedroom. As soon as he got there, he pulled Genevieve off of Jason. Feeling the sudden of absence of his mother's body, Jason looked to where she and Clark were fighting. He grunted and attempted to move, but whatever his mother had drugged him with had made him weak. She reared back a hand as if to throw the syringe, but a red stream of light came from Clark's eyes and connected with the object. The woman screamed and dropped the needle. Jason's eyes clouded in confusion. What? What was that? he wondered. Had he been seeing right? Before Genevieve could react, Clark punched out her out. Then, he turned to Jason. Without even a thought about his powers, Clark ripped the cuffs off of Jason's ankles and wrists.
"Wha---?" Jason moaned.
"They weren't all that tight," Clark said hurriedly. Jason moaned as Clark helped him up.
"Come on," the teen stated.
"Couldn't stop her," the older man groaned.
"What do you mean?" Clark asked. Jason didn't answer, however, he did stumble, nearly pulling Clark with him.
"Come on, Jason. You can make it," the boy encouraged, abandoning his question. He helped the football coach out of the house and they headed down the road.
