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Jason and Chloe's Story	By : daciavu73 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 2781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Smallville, no money is made on the fics I write. I just like to play with the characters for entertainment.

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Chloe's outburst arrived shortly before she did, her hand reaching out to touch his sweat-drenched face as he leaned against the wall beside the stairwell. He swayed backwards making her reach for him in alarm, "Jason!" She gripped his shoulder and he hissed painfully, jerking free of her grasp, trying hard not to react when her face paled at the sight of red blood smeared over her fingers.
Her eyes lifted to his, and he watched her lip tremble slightly. He wanted to reassure her. Say anything, to make that horrified light in her eyes go away, Instead he could only stand, on wobbly knees, swaying back and forth. She gripped his good hand and pulled him towards her. "We need to call an ambulance.
"No hospitals,." he whispered. His teeth chattered together, and she seemed to just realize how soaking wet, and cold his clothes were.
"You're crazy," Chloe objected. "Jason, I have to call an ambulance. I don't know what to do here!" He coughed violently, making her eyes widen and she hurriedly pulled him down the hall, moving to loop an arm around his waist when he began to stumble. His vision greyed and he tripped three more times before they made it to his apartment door.
"Where are your keys?" she demanded, reaching for her cell phone with the one while patting him down in search of the small silver key ring. Locating them in the left front pocket of his pants, and unashamedly reached in to grab them. His eyes met hers and a tired, but cheeky grin bloomed on his mouth.
"Oh hush," she muttered, turning around to stick the key into the deadbolt, while entering 9-1-1 on her cell. Before she could hit send, he'd grabbed the phone, and with surprising strength, given his blood loss, yanked the phone away from her, pressing the end button as he glared at her.
"No ... doctors. No medics. No hospitals. Do you understand me, Chlo'?" She stared at him blankly. "You need to understand, I need you to understand me, Chloe."
"All right…" she stared at him in concern, he was blinking rapidly and she was worried the man wouldn't be able to remain upright for much longer. "I'm listening."
"Luthor…Lionel, he shot, me."
"What do you mean, Lionel shot you?" Chloe's voice rose, cracking a little. "Jason!" He collapsed, crumpling to the ground and leaving Chloe staring at him in disbelief.
She knew what Lionel Luthor was capable of; the atrocities that man would not think twice about committing if it meant he could achieve his goal. But this…what could he hope to achieve shooting Jason? Jason groaned and she was brought back to the present. Shoving aside her reporter's instincts for the moment, she bent down and patted at Jason's face lightly.
"Stay with me, Teague," she ordered. "You've got some explaining to do!" He didn't respond to her palms patting his cheeks gently. So she huffed out a breath, shoved open the apartment door and shifted so she could hoist the partially unconscious man through the open doorway. Imagining what his neighbors might say if they saw them in this position made Chloe all the more eager to move him inside – and ended up being less gentle about it, if his pained groans were anything to go by.
"Jason? Wake up. I need your help to get you on the bed, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed mildly, clearly out of it as he managed to find his feet with Chloe's help, Chloe barely managed to catch him before he fell face first into the carpet. "Why would Lionel shoot you," she wondered, looping his arm over her shoulder and guiding him toward the bedroom.
"He'll finish the job, if he knows I'm not dead," Jason muttered. "It's better for everyone if I'm dead."
"Not for me!" Chloe bit out. "Though, it would be nice if you lost a few pounds!" She eased him to a sitting postion on the mattress and he smiled blearily up at her joke. She flicked on the bedside lamp, getting a better look at his face. He looked like shit, she decided. There were dark circle bruises under his eyes and along his cheekbones. His nose, she guessed, must have been broken somehow. His face was a myriad of bruises and scrapes.
Not for the first time, she wondered just what Jason Teague got up to when he wasn't being an amazing lover.
"Hi Chlo'." Her attention was drawn back to him, and the blood that trickled from his split lip.
She pushed her hair, falling free of the small half-ponytail she'd had it in earlier, out of her face and huffed. "Hi, Jason," she murmured, reaching out and brushing her thumb over the cut on his mouth making him wince.
"No... hospitals, 'kay?."
"Fine. But if you die, it's on your head."
Jason smiled, but it was a blurry sort of smile, before flopping back onto the mattress. Chloe was at his side in an instant, and he lay there, blinking up at her as she arranged pillows under his head. He murmured, "I have faith in you Chlo'." Then his eyelids dropped shut and he was silent.
"Jason?" Chloe panicked, her hand trembling wildly as she reached over to feel for a pulse. She couldn't find it on his wrist and the terrifying thought that maybe he was dead fluttered through her brain. She looked down at his peaceful face and the tears came faster. "Don't you dare die on me," she bit out before she pushed the pads of her index, middle and ring fingers into the side of his neck, sobbing when she found his pulse. It was faint, but it was still there.
She took less than a second to collect herself, pushing her tears aside. She ran into the bathroom, quickly washing her hands. Then, after drying them, she opened his medicine cabinet, grateful beyond measure to finding a first aid kit. It was small, but she hoped he'd kept it stocked. She grabbed it and a bottle of peroxide. She snatched up the rubbing alcohol as well and dashed back to the bed. She dumped everything on the bedside table and turned back to Jason. She checked his pulse and leaned her ear against his mouth to assure herself that he was still living.
The tears nearly blinded her. Her shaky hands struggled to open the first aid kit.
She couldn't make much out of his condition aside from the bruises and scrapes on his exposed skin. The rest of him was covered in blood and dirt. He'd been favoring his left shoulder when she'd found him, so she decided to start there. She wrapped her arms around his middle, her stomach flipping uncomfortably at the stench of blood as she pulled him up into a sitting position. It took some major finagling, but Chloe managed to wrestle his ruined jacket from his shoulders. She frowned at the bullet hole in the fabric, her mind going back to Lionel and his reasons for shooting at Jason, before setting the ruined garment aside.
The undershirt wasn't much better, she discovered but now she was able to see the blood pooling wetly against his left shoulder, just below his clavicle. "All right, lover," she murmured, looking up at his face, and trying hard not to think about the bullet lodged in his body. "Let's get naked."
Chloe quickly stripped him from the waist up, rather thankful that he was unconscious. The way she'd blundered the removal of the shirt, tearing it free of the wound in his shoulder, would have hurt a great deal. She ran back into the bathroom for a washcloth, running it under warm water, scrubbing some of Jason's bar soap into the fabric until it was good and lathered. She moved out of the bathroom, holding the rag, thinking she had to find some sort of a basin that could hold water. Since his dorm didn't have a kitchen, any cooking bowls were out of the question and the only other option was a really shallow square bowl that held a bonsai tree. That wouldn't do either, she thought frantically, peeking in on Jason.
He was pale. Was he more pale than when she'd stripped off his shirt? Surely, she moved to his side and pressed a hand to his brow. The heat that radiated off of it spurred her back into action. She couldn't find a suitable basin. She would make do with what she got. Setting the rag on the bedside table, Chloe raced back into the bathroom and filled the sink nearly to the brim.
She rushed back into the bedroom and began dabbing at his shoulder gingerly. When the rag was soiled with the blood around the wound, Chloe went and rinsed it, lathering it again and heading back out to continue washing the wound. She cleaned as much of the grime off of the wound as possible, wincing as fresh blood began to ooze out of the entrance wound. She had intended to give him a sponge bath, but with his wound seeping blood, she decided it would be best to treat that first, dealing with the dirt later. She gave the area in and around the wound another thorough cleaning, then again with the rag soaked in alcohol. She turned Jason over enough to check the back of his shoulder for an exit wound, and there wasn't one. The bullet was lodged in his shoulder.
Chloe gulped and her eyes flicked guiltily to the phone. This was rapidly outstripping her medical experience. What the hell did she know about removing bullets from people? It would be so much easier…so much better for Jason if she just picked up the phone and dialed. Three innocuous numbers, and he'd be in the hands of people who knew what in the world they were doing. Three numbers and he would most assuredly survive. But, those three little numbers would be as good as a death sentence. If what he'd said before was true, if Lionel had been the one to shoot him, she would be leaving him open for the elder Luthor to finish what he'd started. She knew, firsthand, how Lionel hated loose-ends.
"No hospitals," she whispered to herself. But, what was she going to do? She didn't know where the bullet was, or if it was next to any major nerves, or an artery. If she didn't do this just right…Jason could die.
"All right, Sullivan," she coached herself, "One step at a time."
She used a good portion of the alcohol to sterilize the tweezers she'd found in the bathroom cabinet, wishing that dorms came equipped with kitchens. She sat on the edge of the bed, jerking the lampshade off of his lamp for better lighting and pulling it closer so she could see better.
She prided herself on her ability to operate under any condition. Being a reporter meant you had to have a stomach of steel, but being this close to his torn flesh, smelling the coppery tang of blood and the woodsy scent of his soap nearly had Chloe's dinner coming back up. She bit the inside of her lip and closed her eyes. She gave herself a moment to calm down before opening them again, and breathing through her mouth, she bent closer.
Steeling herself and blinking through the tears, she carefully pushed the tweezers into the hole in his shoulder, wrinkling her nose as she prayed he'd stay unconscious. How would she explain a pair of tweezers stuck in his shoulder, her hands coated to the wrists in his blood? She had to dig a little with the tweezers until she found the bullet. It took her two or three tries to get a good grip on it but she finally got it out, throwing it violently in the nearby garbage can.
The wound on his shoulder went from oozing to a steady stream of blood. She grabbed the washcloth, folding it and placing it on top of the wound, using her hand to put pressure and hopefully stop the bleeding.
"I can't believe you are putting this kind of pressure on me Jason Teague!" She bit out, panic clawing at her throat when the washcloth soaked through. She moved it off of the wound, biting back a terrified moan as the blood kept coming. She grabbed up a packet of gauze that had been inside the kit and after tearing the packaging, pressed it roughly against his shoulder. "I don't have a medical degree, okay? And if you die, I will totally blame myself, so you can't die, you hear me? You don't want me blaming myself for the rest of my life because you died due to me screwing up.."
Tears flowed down her face as she kept the pressure on his shoulder and leaned over him, "Lionel Luthor is a scumbag, so you have to come back, if for nothing else than to give him what he deserves." She couldn't contain her tears, and let her head rest on his chest, weeping quietly.
As her tears dribbled onto his chest, a bright light began to emanate around the two of them. Chloe sniffed and opened her eyes, lifting her head just enough to see Jason's face. She placed her free hand on the side of Jason's head, running her fingers into the hair curling above his ear.
The light got a lot brighter after she touched Jason directly... And then she blacked out.

Jason awoke a few minutes later and blinked, then looked down to find Chloe asleep on his chest.
She was so peaceful, so still, so warm. He passed a hand through her hair. "Hey you," he breathed.
She was too still. Jason began to realize he hadn't heard her breathe.. He jumped up without thought and placed Chloe on the bed, on her back, and lowered his ear to her chest to check for a heartbeat, then placed a hand under her nose to check for breathing.
And he wasn't hearing or feeling anything. He couldn't find her pulse when he checked her neck and he panicked in fear.
Oh God! Chloe's dead? Jason has been around dead bodies before, but not the dead body of someone he cared about, and he began to frantically perform CPR.
He placed the heel of his palm on her sternum and used his other hand to cover the first. He began pumping, trying to jump start her heart. He pumped ten times, then pinched her nose, opened her mouth and breathed into her mouth twice, then began the process again.
Jason was frantic. What the hell happened while he was out cold?
After about ten minutes of CPR, he checked her pulse and her heart was now beating, it was faint, but it was there, and he could feel from placing a hand at her nose that she was breathing on her own, and her skin was getting warmer as well.
Thank God!
He collapsed on the couch, and then memories of what happened earlier swirled through his mind. The gunshot, the swan dive off a cliff, stealing a truck and dragging himself here.
He looked down at his shoulder,... and for the first time realized there was no injury. It was completely healed.
Jumping up, he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, staring at his reflection in disbelief.
Checking his face, head, neck and shoulder in the small medicine cabinet mirror, to his amazement, there was not a single scratch.
Questions raced through his mind as he walked back into the bedroom and checked on Chloe again.. He knelt on the floor next to the bed and brushed the curls back from her face.
He wasn't a believer in miracles. But with the extraordinary healing of his body, he ws forced to rethink his opinion. How did Chloe do it? It had to be Chloe, he figured. Was there some remnant of that woman that possessed her months ago? What was her name? Madeline? Yeah, that was it.
But from what he remembered, Madeline wasn't the type to heal others. Her powers were dark, and more often than not, sinister, like Isobel's.
He had lived in Smallville long enough to come across a meteor freak or two. Like that one last month that had tried to kill him. Clark's ex-girlfriend Alicia was another one. Could Chloe also be one of the meteor- infected?
God, he hoped not. From everything he ever gathered about the meteor- powered citizens of Smallville, they eventually went whacko! And he would never want that for Chloe.
He sat there for an hour, playing with her hair, talking to her, saying anything he could think of to help her come to. That is until he realized he was still dirty and disheveled and needed to wash the blood and dirt off. Raising up, he decided a shower was in order. He was still wearing the grungy jeans that were caked with mud and ripped in places, the only indication of his altercation with the Luthors. He went back into the bathroom and closed the door, stripping out of the jeans and underwear, checking himself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, still amazed there weren't any markings. Not even a bruise!
He took a quick, hot shower, not wanting to stay away from Chloe long, scared to death that she might slip away from him again if he let her out of his sight for too long.
Once done, he toweled dry, then grabbed his muddy clothes and, tossed them in the garbage. He walked out of the bathroom, towel draped over his hips. He stopped next to Chloe, touching the back of one hand to her cheek. She didn't respond to his touch, but her skin was warm beneath his fingertips. He walked to his chest of drawers, opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs and a maroon t-shirt.
After he put those items on, he didn't bother with any further clothing. He sat at her side for a moment, running the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip, before he pushed back to his feet. All this waiting was making him uncomfortable. He'd never been all that great at waiting. So to work off nervous energy, he cleaned up the mess next to the bed, then picked Chloe up off the bed and moved her to the living room, laying her gently on the couch. He needed to put clean bed linen on the bed since he got it all muddy, as well as bloody, earlier.
He stripped the bed, throwing the soiled sheets and comforter into a garbage bag. He wasn't much for doing laundry and had plenty of money to buy extra sheets and bedding, so he rarely bothered. The bottom drawer of his chest of drawers held a new set of sheets and pillowcases. He pulled it out of the packaging and made the bed. Then he went to the closet and reached up to the top shelf, pulling down a blanket and comforter, and completed the task of bed making.
Then he turned back to Chloe, removed her shoes, then picked her back up, laid her in the bed and pulled the covers over her, tucking her in.
Jason stood over her, running his fingers through his damp hair in disbelief, muttering, "Damn it Chloe, I don't know what you did, but if it kills you, I'll never forgive you."
He debated for a moment about sleeping in the bed next to her, or on the couch like a gentleman should. But he felt they were way beyond that now. So he carefully crawled into bed behind her, got under the covers, spooning her against him and he propped his head on his hand and began playing with the curls in her hair again. It was baby soft and it framed her face like an angelic halo. He couldn't seem to stop touching it.
He felt the adrenaline, that had coursed through his body upon discovering Chloe unconscious on his chest, start to drain out of him, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. He kissed Chloe's temple and snuggled down for sleep, an arm over her waist to keep her close, and her breathing reassuring him that she was only sleeping.

Lana entered her apartment above the Talon and shut the door behind her. She walked toward the living room and was startled when she heard a noise behind her, She whirled and gasped in surprise as someone slid out of the shadows and into the light afforded by the lamp on the end table. Genevieve, with a small smile, stalked slowly toward Lana, her heels clicking on the linoleum.
"I have to applaud you, Lana." Genevieve looked Lana over from head to toe, shaking her head and clucking her tongue, "I raised my son to have a willpower that couldn't be broken by anything. Except his love for you, apparently."
Genevieve walked past Lana and toward the fireplace. Lana stalked toward Genevieve to confront her. What is it about the Teagues getting into my apartment without my permission?
"Your son only loves himself, Mrs. Teague. Any love for me vanished a while back." Lana placed a fist on her hip and glared at Jason's mother, "What are you doing here? What do you want from me?"
Genevieve turned back to face her, a brow raised as she answered with deadly calm, "The stone. The one Lionel gave you."
Lana was confused. Her brow wrinkled and she shook her head, "Lionel? He never gave me-..."
Genevieve suddenly pulled a gun out of her purse and pointed it at Lana's face at point blank range, cutting Lana off in the middle of her sentence. Lana gasped quietly, and her hands lifted in surrender.
Genevieve continued calmly. "I'm going to find it whether you help me or not."
Lana knew she had to do something and fast. From everything she has gathered about the Teagues, Jason might hesitate to kill her but Genevieve wouldn't bat an eye in doing the deed. Mrs. Genevieve Teague would pull the trigger and pay someone to clean up the mess. Decision made, Lana slowly and carefully reached into her purse,and pulled out a red silk Asian handkerchief. She unfolded the handkerchief and revealed the silver Stone of Power that she hid from Jason to determine his true colors. A small smile formed on Genevieve's face and her eyes lit up.
Suddenly, Lana gripped the stone tightly and kicked the gun out of Genevieve's hand. She tried to run toward the door but Genevieve grabbed her by the hair as she passed, pulling hard, causing Lana's head to jerk back, stopping her from making her getaway. The two women struggled against each other as Genevieve knocked Lana into a lamp and it toppled to the ground. Then she pushed Lana in the opposite direction where Lana fell down and Genevieve jumped on top of her. Lana still had the stone in her hand and they struggled for it, Lana trying to hold onto the stone and Genevieve doing whatever she can to pry Lana's fingers off of it.
Lana head-butted Genevieve in the nose, pushed the older woman off of her, turned quickly and got back onto her feet, running for the door again. And again she didn't make it. Genevieve reached out and grabbed Lana by the ankle, giving it a pull and tripping her. Genevieve rolled on top of her again, this time she violently slammed Lana's head against the linoleum, making Lana's teeth rattle. In retaliation, Lana scratched Genevieve across the face, but Genevieve didn't release her grip. She wrapped her fingers tightly around Lana's throat and began to squeeze, cutting off Lana's air supply.
Lana's grunts were silenced as her airway was cut off. Now, she was powerless to defend herself, no matter how much she struggled against the older woman's grip. Then just as Lana thought it was all over and she was going to die, Isobel entered Lana's body, causing Lana's eyes to suddenly flash a brilliant purple, indicating the return of Countess Isobel Margarite Thoreau. The sadistic smile on Genevieve's face faded when she saw the color in Lana's eyes.
Isobel hissed, grabbed Genevieve's arms roughly, flipping them and pushing Genevieve onto the ground and kneeling over her.
The stone had fallen to the ground next to them during their struggle and Isobel held out her hand and concentrated. The stone flew from the floor into her hand. She gripped it firmly with both hands, holding it above her head with the point facing downward. Then she slammed it down hard into Genevieve's chest, stabbing her through the heart.
Genevieve cried out as a small burst of bluish-white light came from the stone and blood trickled down Genevieve's jacket and onto the floor.
A bright white light washed over Isobel as a wind blew her hair back from her face. She had triumphed! She killed the seed of her worst enemy. She closed her eyes, breathed heavily and smiled triumphantly.
The tattoo on her back glowed purple and then Isobel disappeared along with the tattoo.
Then Lana, in shock, slowly released the stone that she clutched in her hands, and in horror saw the blood all over her hands and all over Genevieve Teague, who was now lying dead beneath her.
Oh crap! Lana thought, her eyes widening in shock. No way! There is no way I could have possibly... The last thing she remembered was that she was just defending herself. She never meant to kill Jason's mother.
And she was worried about what would happen to her if Jason found out. The last time they had any contact with each other, he seemed to have a very dangerous anger problem, and he directed it at her.
What would happen if the authorities found out?
She crawled off Genevieve, the shock still on her face as she viewed all the blood around her and on her as well.
Lana heard footsteps behind her, and turned quickly, scared of who it might be. She turned to the door, eyes wide and found that Lex was standing in the doorway, also temporarily shocked at what he had found The blood on the floor and the blood all over Lana. He himself was still dirty and disheveled from his adventure in the woods and he stared at Lana wordlessly. She stared back at him, her lower lip trembling.
Lex took quick action. He helped Lana up, trying to keep her calm.
Lex grabbed a washcloth and basin, and a pitcher of water. He began cleaning the blood off of her as she shook violently.
"Oh my God, Lex! She was coming at me, it happened so quickly." Her eyes were wide, body trembling and tears in her big beautiful eyes,, "I-... I don't even remember stabbing her!"
Lex cradled her head in one of his hands, forcing her to make eye contact with him. He spoke calmly and slowly, "Lana, I want you to take a deep breath and try to relax. Okay?"
Lex held Lana's hands still as he poured the water over them from the pitcher.
Lana's shock had worn off and she was shaking like a leaf in the wind, panicking as well. Her voice was beginning to sound hysterical. "Lex, a woman is dead because of me. I killed her!"
"Lana, calm down." He set the pitcher back down on the bar and placed his hands on her shoulders, continuing to speak to her like he's soothing a scared child. "You had no choice. You did what anyone would do if their life was at stake. It was kill or be killed. That's called self-defense."
Lex gave Lana a towel to dry her hands and led her to the couch. He eased her onto the cushion, when it became clear that her knees wouldn't hold her up much longer,and kept one arm around her shoulders, the other hand clasping both of hers.
"Lex, I have to tell Jason. She was his mother."
Lex thought within his mind that Jason might actually be jubilant, if he was alive to see it. "I'll deal with Jason. "
Lana suddenly stood and began pacing, "Lex! There's a dead body in my apartment. I have to go to the police. I have to tell them what happened."
Lex stood and stopped her pacing, stepping into her path and grabbing her by the upper arms, trying to make her see reason, "Lana, I'm not sure that's such a wise idea." He looked down at the bleeding corpse and back up to Lana, "Genevieve Teague was a powerful woman, married to an extremely powerful lawyer. Even though it's clearly self defense, Edward Teague is going to make sure the jury sees otherwise."
Lana was scared and in tears as she grabbed Lex's shirt and asked shakily, "What's gonna happen to me? I'm gonna go to prison, aren't I?"
Lex shook his head vehemently, "No, Lana. Not if I can help it. I've retained one of the best defense attorneys in the country. And once he arrives from New York, we'll go to the authorities."
Lana nodded, then looked at Lex with gratitude, Lex pulled her into his arms and she collapsed into them, beyond thankful for the strength he was offering her as she whispered brokenly against his shirt "Okay, Lex."
Lex spoke quietly and reassuringly to her while stroking her back soothingly, "You have to trust me, Lana. Until the lawyer arrives, I want you to stay at my mansion and talk to no one. You'll be safe there."

Lionel was standing in the Talon kitchen, the coffee shop was closed since it was night time and after hours. He watched his son escort the woman he loved out of the Talon.
Lionel had arrived just after Lex and had listened to the conversation from the landing. He quietly came back downstairs and hid until they left.
When he got back upstairs and walked around the dead body of Genevieve Teague, he chuckled wryly, then knelt next to her, smirking at the glorious turn of events. "Check mate Genevieve,." Lionel murmured.
He walked over to Lana's cordless phone, since Jason took his cell phone at the cabin, and made a couple of calls.
Two hours later, Lex arrived back at Lana's apartment, finding the body gone, and everything cleaned up like nothing ever took place. Lex looked around the dark room and found Lionel in the corner in a chair. Lionel flipped on the lamp next to him, letting the light illuminate him for Lex to see who wasis actually responsible for the clean-up.
Lionel peered at his son thoughtfully and steepled his fingers in front of him as he said, "I thought I'd do Miss Lang a favor and tidy up the place a bit." He gave Lex a knowing smirk, shaking his head, "She left it in quite a mess, quite a mess."
Lex rolled his eyes, sighed and answered sarcastically, "What are you looking for, Dad? The good housekeeping seal of approval?"
Lionel chuckled as if Lex just told a funny joke, "You know, for a woman without a heart, Genevieve Teague certainly did have a lot of blood."
Lex stalked over to his father and hissed, "You didn't come here to do a postmortem on Genevieve Teague. What is it you want?"
Lionel stood and casually placed his hands in his pants pockets,"I'd like to offer a trade." He began walking around Lex slowly and carefully, one might say he was stalking Lex and he drove home his point. "I'll give you Lana Lang's freedom in exchange for the, um, artifact she has in her possession."
Lex shook his head as if his Dad was losing his marbles, "Dad, don't you think your search for these three ancient stones is starting to border on the fanatical? We were tied up in a cabin for Christ's sakes, and all for those precious stones!"
Lionel chuckled again, apparently in his element when it comes to blackmail. "Let me remind you, son. It was you who looted the ruins of Egypt to get your hands on one of those stones."
Lionel walked into the kitchen casually, continuing to tidy up. He found an apple that fell to the floor during Lana and Genevieve's struggle and picked it up, placing it back in the basket on the counter.
"Trust me, Dad. Lana has nothing to do with this."
Lionel placed a hand over his heart in mock shock, "Oh, so chivalrous of you! You are the gallant hero trying to protect the damsel in distress."
Lex clenched his teeth, "I'm warning you, Dad. Leave... her... alone." The words were forceful, punctuated with a jabbing finger in his father's direction.
Lionel walked around the apartment, continuing his speech as if Lex never spoke, raising a finger to make a point, "All your life you've had a, uh, a tendency to let the damsel lead you straight into the mouth of the dragon. " Lionel shook his head at his son, "Your feelings for Miss Lang, don't let them cripple your common sense." Lionel began walking past Lex, keeping eye contact, then he stopped as he stood next to Lex, eyeing him with a deadly stare, "I expect to see that stone by noon tomorrow."
Lex was still seething as he watched Lionel go, but as Lionel opened the door, he turned back, almost like an afterthought.
"It would be such a shame if, um, Genevieve's corpse were delivered to the sheriff with Lana Lang's DNA as postage."
He walked out, letting his words hang over Lex's head.
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