"Get your hands off of me, you bastard," Lana growled at the security agent who griped her arm so tightly.

"Mr. Luthor instructed me to keep you here until he arrives."

"Well, we must do what Mr. Luthor says mustn't we?" she asked mockingly, still trying to free herself from his grasp.

In her horror she'd dropped her purse, leaving her defenseless. Another agent had picked it up and was still holding onto it. She looked at him now from across the room.

"I'm not sure that's really your color," she spat at him. The agent turned his head and ignored her.

A few moments later, she heard the tell tale sound of Lex's expensive shoes tapping against the hardwood floor, signaling his arrival. He entered without saying a word and surveyed the situation, his face as unreadable as ever.

Lana felt a small jolt of triumph when he set an angry gaze on her captor. "Take your hands off of my wife," he said in a hard voice full of malice. There was no room for disagreement, and the agent immediately released her. Lana exhaled in relief and rubbed her arm.

As Lex dismissed the group, Lana turned her back on them and waited.

" . . . my wife . . ."

Despite whatever she did or didn't feel for Lex, the power behind those two words pleased her and she smiled a little. Pushing that thought aside and changing her expression, she turned back to see him standing alone, waiting for her to speak.

"Lex," she grated out, shaking her head. "What the hell are you doing here? What is all of this? 33.1?

"Who told you that?"

"Your father."

Lex gave a small annoyed laugh. "Well, he lied to you Lana. This isn't 33.1."

"Then what is it? What are these . . . things?"

Lex looked around at the half formed babies, and stepped over to the one Lana had examined earlier, placing a hand on the glass. The tenderness he seemed to extend to it surprised her.

"You said you wanted a house full of children," he said in a soft voice, still gazing into the container.

"You meant these?" she gasped. "Where did they come from?"

Lex looked up at her, meeting her eyes with a steely gaze. She could clearly see that he was obsessed, much like he had been with the box that Zod left behind. Thinking of that brought a wave of sadness that she violently tried to shake off, determined not to be vulnerable to him and whatever manipulation he planned to spin.

"Please tell me that you haven't been stealing babies, Lex," she said in a confident voice. He gave her a pained smile, and she felt her knees go a little wobbly. "Where did they come from?" she asked again.

He walked slowly towards her. "From you," he answered. She felt a scream rise up into her throat and clamped down on it.

"You're lying," she said through gritted teeth. "I saw a doctor, Lex. He told me that I have never been pregnant. I know that you lied about the baby."

She felt tears sting her eyes, and hated them. All of the anger she'd kept locked deep inside of her began pouring out in a fury.

"That doctor didn't know what he was talking about," Lex said smoothly.

Lana shook her head. "He said I had hormones in my system- synthetic hormones to make me look pregnant. He thought I faked it just to force you to marry me." The humiliation she felt from the idea that someone would think such a thing of her still burned in her belly.

"You did have hormones in your system. They were to prepare the baby for removal, so that it would survive the process."

"Why?" she suddenly shouted at him. Tears streamed down her face at the news that she had been pregnant after all. "Why would you take our baby out of me?"

"Because it would have killed you," he answered in an equally impassioned voice. When he lied, Lex was calm and would speak calmly in an effort to bring her around to his conclusions. Now he looked desperate, and she couldn't help but believe him even though she didn't want to.

"What are you talking about? The doctor said I was healthy."

"I didn't want you to know because it would have upset you." Now he put on a look of concern, and rubbed her arm in that patronizing way of his. She jerked away.

"There's nothing wrong with me!"

"Lana . . ."

"How could you do this without telling me?"

"I told you . . ."

"Why are there so many? You didn't get all of these from me!"

Lex grabbed her by the shoulders roughly. "Calm down, and I'll tell you everything." She hushed at that, and attempted to stand still.

"I've known since the beginning that your body couldn't support the pregnancy, and I started giving you medication to keep the baby strong."

"What medication?"

"That doesn't matter. You started taking it after Christmas, and it looked like it was working." He exhaled and looked away briefly. "It did come with a few side-effects. Severe mood swings and paranoia to begin with. The longer you took it, the worse that got."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How do you know those were side-effects of the medication?"

"Because everything was fine between us before you started taking it. Didn't you suddenly begin to pull away from me?" For the briefest of moments, his blue eyes flashed with anger, and she felt the sharp stab of fear. Keeping her countenance as passive as possible, she hoped that Lex would not bring up the subject of Clark.

"And then what happened?" she asked calmly.

"Your body began showing signs of stress. You lost weight, and your hair began falling out from malnutrition."

"Losing weight is a normal symptom of early pregnancy."

"I couldn't take the chance." He turned away from her then, and rubbed a hand over his face. It surprised her to see that he really did appear to have been worried.

"Lex, why . . ." she began, but he turned and cut her off.

"So I made the decision to have the baby removed. It was risky, and we weren't sure if it would live or not, but I had to try."

"And you chose to wait until after we were married."

"Of course."

"Why?"

"You know why," he said, giving her a pointed look.

She sighed, and fought to keep her anger. She was upset and confused, and knew that this was his plan; to blind her so fiercely with the truth, that she wouldn't know when the lying began again. Talking about the baby, and knowing that there was still so much more to the story made her head and heart hurt, and she glanced up at the glass jars again, wondering which baby, if any, was hers.