Note: It's been a long while since i began writing this story, and it took me a long while and numerous amounts of re-writes to come up with this, and i wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been for 'leoandpiperluva' who actually said this was 'well written' (you must be quite crazy, but thanks) - and i do also thank those of you who have reviewed this with shining comments. Without you all, i doubt i would have even bothered trying to continue.

I hope it flows with the rest of the story, if not - well, i'd just like to say that i did try my best...Enjoy!

Something To Think About

POV: Chloe

Searching for Lex in his mansion, I head for the study, as I've never seen him in any other room. My pace quickens.

"Mr Luthor," Catching his eye, he pulls down the screen of his laptop.

"Please, call me Lex," he gestures to the chair in front of his desk, "Take a seat, what have you found out?"

I lean forwards and swing my satchel around to get the images of various women named Gwendolyn. They're all of young ages – the types of girls Lex goes for. I hand him the photographs. He glances at them momentarily.

"Were there any other matches?"

"There were no complete matches, but this woman could have changed her name. I especially checked names that were abbreviations or anagrams of Gwendolyn and George."

"And this was all you found?"

He's so rude, "actually there were a lot of other women, but I discarded them," at this, his head sprung up from the pictures,

"Why?"

"I assumed that you only slept with young women. Not the elderly. But maybe I was wrong, should I have looked them up too?"

"What makes you think I've slept with this woman?"

"Oh please. I've read up on you. I know about your reputation," but you don't even need to read up on Lex Luthor to find out what sort of guy he is, it's intuition. You know it the first time you meet him.

"I thought you did more than just read magazines."

"I do," I can't help but be so rude to him. It's a good thing I didn't ask if he has slept with her, "so, none are a match?"

"They're not her," he opens the draw of his desk whist he speaks. For a split second I almost cower in fear of him pulling out a gun, but then I see his wallet. I didn't ask him for money – he said it was a favour. What a liar, "This is her," oh.

I stand to get a better look at her picture, "Can I take it?"

POV: Lex

Chloe Sullivan just left the mansion. She didn't find anything, but I gave her Gwen's photo. How can Gwen not be found – what is she a ghost? If she has anything to do with my father, it wouldn't surprise me. Chloe probably thinks of me as some sex addict – I wish I got that much pleasure out of sex, but I don't. Maybe it's with the wrong person.

POV: Chloe

As I walk into the Torch office, I notice a difference in the room. Has Clark been here? Pete maybe? I don't know, but I can tell when my room has been touched – I can just feel it. I sit at a computer and begin searching for Lex's girlfriend. I wonder if she was a girlfriend or not – no, it's none of my business. Why should I care? Looking through the computer's history, I wonder if someone has used my computer, so I do a little check…umm…someone's been looking up Lex Luthor. I didn't do that. I wonder who did? I then continue to search for the woman's picture - no Gwen in metropolis matches her.

After a couple of hours of searches and phone calls, I decide to call it an afternoon and close down the office. As I lock the door, I see a janitor cleaning in a classroom. Turning a corner I hear books fall to the floor to find that frizzy-haired girl gathering her books. I jog over to help,

"Here," I say passing her a book.

"Thanks,"

I kneel and gather a few more. Glancing at the titles it's obvious she's been studying in the library or something. Then I saw it, her math book – she's got the initials G.W.E.N on the front. I think back to the picture Lex gave me. But I can't be her, can it? In my trance I loose track of what I was doing and she snatches her books off me and walks off down the hall, clutching them to her chest. I run back to the torch.

POV: Lex

My father barges into my study opening both doors. I close my computer screen, sit back and rest my hands on the desk. I wonder what he's here for? Maybe he's checking up on me, or maybe he's checking up on his spy.

"Why the visit, dad? Come to see if I'm in love with her yet? I refuse to play your game."

"What game, son?"

He walks over to the whiskey tray and pours himself a glass. I stand up and walk closer to him, pocketing my hands, "If this is one of your lessons about taking responsibility for your actions, then you needn't continue."

Taking a swig from the glass and setting it down on the tray, he says, "I'm glad you know. But I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You sent Gwen to me. You spoke to her, told her lies and pawned her off to me here in Smallville."

"Lex, you have an overactive imagination."

"You didn't send her here? You haven't spoken to her?"

"Spoken to who, Lex? I've been busy with meetings all week. I've had no time to interfere with your pathetic love life. I only came to pick up some documents for a meeting in Metropolis tomorrow."

A member of security passes by the door, "Mr Luthor, your helicopter is waiting."

"I'll be there in a moment. Goodbye son," he says as he taps my arm.