MercyFrost- Thank you so much for your review. And yes, Clark was right there, but because she was in disguise, so he didn't recognize her. Thank you once again, and please keep reviewing…..

AN 2: So this is chappie three. And as you can see, new characters will be introduced. We have an OC (Mike Fuller, journalist) by now, and I'm hoping to introduce more OCs. But for now, we can have Mia Dearden a.k.a Speedy, who is 'kinda' like Oliver's little sister. Hint. Hint. For people who have watched 'Arrow', they know what I'm speaking about.

Okay, a li'l bit of adventure here. Read, enjoy and review!

Chapter Three

Punch. Punch. Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. Turn and kick and-

Thump!

"Whoa, okay Dearden. Think you are proving yourself a little too much?" Oliver Queen said, as he entered the gym where his protégé was kicking a punching bag; a little impressed but also annoyed.

"I'm not trying to prove myself" Mia said, as Oliver helped her tie the punching bag again.

"Okay, then what's with the sad mood?" asked Oliver, taking a seat on a work-out machine, throwing a bottle of water towards her.

"I want to find myself"

Oliver looked lost, so Mia gave a hard smile and took a deep sip from the bottle. She closed the lid shut and gave out a sigh.

"I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if I have any siblings. I don't know whether I'm rich or poor or…."

"Mia…" Oliver said softly, feeling for the young fighter.

"I just….. I want to know who I am. I want to know about my origins. Where I come from. My siblings…. What if I have a-a brother or a sister that I don't know of?"

"You know what I think?" Oliver said, patting the seat next to him as Mia sat down, her head down, "I think that some things are remained to be unspoken of"

"Wow, that's a lot of big words coming out from you" Mia said dead-panning.

"Very funny, Smarty-pants"

"What about you, Oliver. Your family?" Mia asked, looking at him.

"As far as I'm concerned, Chloe, my team and you are the only family I have. Now buck up and have a shower. Chloe is coming over to take us out for dinner" Oliver said, hitting her with a towel.

"Us? You mean Chloe invited me as well?" Mia asked.

"Well, I guess that 'annoying sister of yours' might be you. Direct quote, I promise" Oliver grinned.

Mia swatted her towel at him and in no time, the two were running off to get into the shower first, bickering like siblings. Mia noted a dark flash across his eyes when she mentioned his family, but she didn't dig deep.

In New York, just been caught red handed, Tess turned around. The guy was staring at her. He squinted his eyes and had a quick smile after recognizing her.

"Hey you are the Tess Mercer look-alike. What are you doing here?" he asked walking towards her.

Tess's mind was running out of options. She couldn't face this situation right now. She contemplated on what to do. Run away, or face the problem in disguise. The guy, Mike Fuller, was getting closer and Tess had no idea how, but she was optioning on option A. She ran, amidst Fuller's yelling. She knew that he was following her, so she jumped over a fence to a junk yard. Still running, she turned around and saw him jumping over the fence as well.

Shit!

She ran through the junk hoping not to fall flat on her bum. She spotted a broken fridge that was kept against a cracked wall. She ran towards the fridge, got on top of it and got on to the roof. Making large noises, the roof creaked. Tess stopped short and jumped to the opposite wall just as the roof broke and fell to the ground.

SHIT!

Her wound was burning like hell, by now, as she stretched up and grabbed the wall. She looked back, there was no sign of the guy. She sighed, but knew that if he'd been following her for so long, he would not give up. She jumped over the wall, landing in sand. She picked up the bag she had in her possession and kept running. She turned around and saw Mike Fuller once again. Why was he following her? And why did she start running?

She jumped over the fence again, and came to an end of the street. Where to now? She hid behind a light pole, and told herself to keep the breathing steady.

Slow breaths, slow breaths, Tess.

She stopped breathing altogether as she saw Fuller come and stop directly where she was, but he didn't see her. He breathed deeply and continued to run, and Tess started breathing again.

It was night-time when she finally found a motel, where she could get some rest. She was on the run, and she knew that sooner or later, she's got to tell the guys where she is, and what she's doing. But right now, she'd ought to be a secret.

She walked into her room, holding her stomach. It was burning. She locked the door with one hand and dropped the bag on the floor.

"Crap…." She said to herself as she took off her jacket and her now dirty grey blouse. Her wounds were bloody. She could make out the outline of the stab wound and felt chills crawl up her spine.

She bandaged her stomach after soaking a cloth with water. It was painful, but she had no other choice. She put on her grey blouse again and walked to the window. She peered through it. Nobody around. She was safe. The next day, she's got to get a gun and some weapons. And for that, she'd got to go back to the Luthor mansion.

Tess sighed just when her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Tess? It's Clark"

Tess breathed in hard. They will find her. She's got to block them.

"Hey Clark, what's up?"

"Where are you, Tess?"

"Look Clark, I don't want to be found okay, please just leave me alone" Tess said in a tired voice.

"Tess…" Clark warned, but was met with the click of the phone.

Lois and Chloe were watching him, wanting an explanation, as Clark shook his head.

"She doesn't want to be found" Clark said and Chloe sighed.

"Didn't your spidery senses pick up any noises, Smallville?" Lois asked.

Clark shook his head no. Chloe looked down sad and Clark sighed, defeated.

"Well we can try her GPS, right Chlo?" Lois asked trying to find a silver lining in the dark cloud.

"This is Tess we are talking about, Lo. That girl might've probably travelled to India by now"

"She's in revenge mood, Chloe" Clark said, "We've got to find her"

Lex Luthor was seated in his office, running a finger on his wine glass, when his new assistant, Phillip arrived. Phillip looked at the black-clad bald young man. He was bitter, manipulative and always angry. But then why does Lana Lang, the beauty that Phillip fell for on first sight, still stay with him? There should be a bigger untold story.

Clearing his throat, Phillip walked towards Luthor. Whatever his intentions and designs for Ms. Lang maybe, Phillip was loyal. He was a good man, or so his mama used to say.

"Mr. Luthor" he addressed Lex, "The Governor has arranged a visit to his pent house. He said he has business to talk with you"

"Did he say what business?" asked Lex, without looking up.

"Presidential Candidate" Phillip said.

Lex nodded ever so slowly, and dismissed his assistant. The only moment he raised his gaze is when Lana Lang trudged in, a paper in her hand. He didn't like the way she was dressed; street clothes – jeans, a baby blue top, hair down and brown suede boots. She walked up to him and slammed the paper on his desk.

"What, is this?" she demanded in a bitter tone.

Lex looked down. It was the 'Inquisitor' paper, where in huge bold letters 'Luthor playboy, back again! What will his wife say?' was written. There was a picture of Lex gambling, surrounded by scantily clad pretty girls. One such girl was blowing on his dice, and Lex was laughing.

"I have a pretty smile, don't I?" Lex asked, amused.

"What are you, three?" asked Lana, arms crossed, "Do you even know what shit they have told about me? They say that I go sleeping around as well, like my husband. Do you understand what that means to my image?"

"Don't' forget the image you have is because of me" Lex said, "And what does it matter, anyway?"

"If you keep up with your dirty work, I'd want a divorce, Lex" she said, disappointed.

Lex was up and almost on her at this remark. He grabbed her chin fiercely, forcing her to look at him. He scanned her features with narrowed eyes, as Lana struggled. There was a meek silence before Lex spoke.

"Don't you dare say those words to me, you hear me?" he said, "Is this about Clark? Are you still pinning after your high school lover? I've got news flash for you, Lana, Clark doesn't love you anymore. He's got a reporter woman to do all his work. And if it's any consolation, I don't think he ever loved you"

Lana struggled and broke free. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. She backed away, shaking her head. If it was sadness or anger, one couldn't tell.

"You are still how you used to be. I am your wife, Lex. Can't you trust me? This has nothing to do with Clark or my past" her voice was shaking with anger, "This is about you, and your playboy tendencies resurfacing"

"If you loved me, you'd never run back to the arms of that country boy" Les said.

"If you loved me, you'd never go back to gambling. Lex, think about it a minute. You already lost your humanity. Do you want to lose me too?"

Lana walked away leaving Lex staring after her. He sank back to his chair with his head down. The Governor or Lana? The Governor or Lana? He picked up his phone.

"Phillip, get the limo ready. We are going to meet the Governor"

AN 3: So the adventure begins. We come across Mia Dearden and Lex Luthor as well. And for everybody who is curious about the new OC, you'll get his view as well, al in the next chapter. Please review, cookies to everybody who does…. :D

*hugs*,

Sarah