Intrigue And Digging

POV: Lex

Gwen came over for dinner. She's staying in the mansion. She's sleeping in my bed. I'm not even sure how it happened this time.

Walking into my study, it's still early and the sun is shinning through the coloured panels of the windows. I sit in my leather desk chair, lean back and open my drawer to find my wallet. I open it; I've got a phone call to make. But to my surprise, there's a photograph of Gwen taped inside. This is too much. I've never met a woman like this before. Is this normal? I head for my bedroom to find an empty bed and the sound of running water coming from my en-suite,

"Gwen," the water immediately desists as I speak and the door opens, she comes out in nothing but a towel. I silently gulp and glimpse the floor to calm myself.

"Yes, Lex. Did you call?" she says, touching her long wavy hair. I watch her actions, mesmerised for a second. She looks good – so good. Maybe she's the woman I'm looking for, but hold on, I came in here for a reason. By the time my thoughts are back on track, she's opening my wardrobe and taking out some clothes. Her clothes, how did they get there? Her towel drooped revealing her naked back, but I had to get to the point,

"When did you do this?" I said, holding up my wallet. Gwen dropped her towel and turned around. And I could see all of her. She knew what she was doing to me. That smile on her face told me she did. Taking my wallet to get a better look, her fingers lightly brushed my own and sent shivers down my spine. I can't believe I'm letting her do this to me.

"It's a picture of me, silly. I just thought you'd want it so when I'm not around you can still see me. A keepsake," Gwen looked at me, then at the clock. She handed me back my wallet, "well, I'm sure you've got work to do…I've got some errands to run."

I begin to stroll out of my bedroom when I stop and watch her dress in the corner of my eye, "have you moved in?" I ask playfully. She stops and walks over in a short skirt and her black lace bra. She kisses me with both arms pulling me closer to her and whispers,

"I knew you wouldn't mind," before getting back to dressing.

POV: Chloe

Apparently Lana and Clark are back together but neither of them has bothered to tell me. Instead they give me pathetic excuses and run away. I think they're trying to ignore me. I swear Lana purposely didn't look me in the eye when I was in the Talon getting my morning coffee. Slamming my locker shut and heading for the Torch office, my eyes meet the frizzy brown hair of Georgina Newton.

"You need permission to use these computers," I say in a moody tone. She gazes up at me through her thick prescription spectacles.

"I – I didn't know. I – I'll leave. I – I'm sorry," I scared her, I didn't mean to. I'm taking my petty jealous issues on some poor science geek.

"It's alright. You don't have to leave," I respond, trying to make up for my horrible attitude.

"I – I was going anyway," she says, packing up her notes and closing down the web pages. I feel so guilty. I have to do something. Just before she walks out the door I say,

"From now on you can use the Torch computers whenever you want. Feel free!"

POV: Lex

Should I? Shouldn't I? I want to know more about her. I'm going to do it. I reach for my phone and dial in a number,

"Could you do a search for me? A Gwen or Gwendolyn George in Metropolis. Yes, and could you fax me the results."