Bastard. Jackass. Black coat wearing asshole. How hard is it to rescue someone? I mean really, as many times as Lana had been rescued in the past, it seemed beyond strange, annoying and downright rude that her husband couldn't seem to get on the ball. Didn't their cars have lojack? Shouldn't the National Guard have been called out by now? Lana sure as heck didn't hear any helicopters buzzing overhead.
Hours must have passed, as evidenced by the fierce growling in Lana's stomach. Not that it was an unusual condition for her to have, considering her late pregnancy, but the simple knowledge that a pack of sugar free gum was safely tucked away in her purse "somewhere" and that she was willing to go Schwarzenegger to get it, told her that her state of hungriness was a wee bit advanced.
Since waking so long ago in a daze, Lana had not seen Helen at all. No explanations, no Doctor Evil's "million dollars." Nothing. She'd run through dozens of scenarios in her head, and wasn't convinced at all that she was even one step closer to understanding this whole thing. Helen had been a doctor at Smallville General when she met Lex. They dated for a while (ick) and then decided to get married. Everything seemed fine on the outside until the plane that was taking them to their honemoon destination suddenly crashed. Helen came back telling hero stories about Lex that would make anyone proud of the man, but those stories turned out to be false. As it turns out, Helen had drugged Lex and left him on the plane to die. He didn't die (of course), and came back ready for vengeance. After confronting Helen with the truth, and another near death fight, she disappeared only to reappear now packing prescription heat.
Crazy bitch.
The door clicked, and footsteps walked in her direction. "It's about time!" Lana shouted to whoever it was. "You can't keep me in here like this. What the hell do you want?" Helen finally came into view, and stared down at Lana. "You think you're so special," she said in a low and even voice. "I was special once, or at least I thought I was, because that's what he told me." She paused, and moved closer to Lana, who began to feel very vulnerable because there was no way for her to defend herself or her baby. Best to keep quiet and let the bitch talk.
"But that all ended," Helen continued. "Now I have nothing. I was a doctor. I could have done research at Johns Hopkins! I became Mrs. Luthor instead, and now I have nothing!" Her eyes were bright and her face impassioned, but something was off. Feeling cautious, Lana ventured, "Well you probably shouldn't have tried to kill him."
Helen softened a fraction, and gave a small smile. "Kill or be killed right? Had I stayed, I would have died a slow death. I would have tried to be happy at first, but his life would have been a weight on my shoulders that I could never shrug off. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't cut out to be a trophy wife." She smirked and said pointedly, "though I suppose that can make some people happy." Lana glared at Helen. "So you tried to kill him? Why not just walk away? You still could have gone to John Hopkins. If you hadn't been so greedy, you could have still been living a normal life." Helen laughed. "Be normal?" she asked. "Be normal after the life I had been living? Not possible."
The slight sadness that had crept into Helen's eyes vanished, and a coldness descended, a chill that Lana felt in her own body. "What do you want?" Lana asked her, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
"He stole something from me, and so now I am going to steal something from him," Helen answered without emotion.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to take your baby Lana." Lana's eyes went wide, and her breath caught in her throat. "I won't let you," she said weakly. Helen gave a tight lipped smile and leaned in closer. "There's nothing that you can do to stop me."