DISCLAIMER: The 'only' thing I claim to own is the insane idea that formed this story. Everything else is borrowed.

SUMMARY: Future fic, AU. Several years after high school Chloe returns to Smallville an unhappy camper, her dad fell in love and Chloe doesn't like the woman he wishes to marry. She goes to Lex to ask a favor, but, silly girl, forgot that a Luthor never does 'anything' without an ulterior motif.

Sweet Surrender

(reunion)

"Miss Chloe Sullivan to see you, sir."

"Chloe Sullivan?" Lex repeated with apparent surprise from behind his desk.

"Should I send her away, sir?" Enrique asked with uncertainty. It was a rare occasion to see his employer caught off guard.

"No, no of course not," he replied, immediately regaining his composure. "Send her in."

The last time he had seen Chloe in person was the night before she packed up her car and drove off, in the opposite direction of Metropolis, and let Smallville and all it's residents eat her dust.

Graduation hadn't come soon enough for her. She skipped the ceremony, picked up her diploma from the office the day before, and was gone by the time anyone was the wiser of her leaving. No 'good bye'. No 'Keep in touch'. Nothing. "Eat my dust." was her message plain and simple.

Of course Lex knew where she went. He had her tracked before she ever made it to Gotham City. Gotham, of all the places to go. But it made sense to a degree. Gotham was one of the few places that a Luthor of any generation had no influence in, or at least not much. After a few phone calls, Lex was guaranteed a monthly report on Chloe Sullivan. Reports that he secretly found himself waiting for with a measure of impatience as the years went by. Following the life of Chloe Sullivan was, to say the least, interesting if not eventful.

"Ehem."

"Chloe." He said her name as he rose from his chair. "This is a pleasant surprise," he smiled, walking around his desk to greet her.

"Surprise, possibly. Pleasant, I doubt very much," she replied dryly.

Lex froze, his defenses instantly in place at her cool impassive tone. "None the less, it's nice to see the familiar face of an old friend," he replied, his own tone lacking the warmth it held only a moment before.

"Friend?" she practically snorted, then her tone went cold once more, "Believe what you want, Lex. I didn't come here to go down memory lane. In fact I don't plan on staying longer than an hour, so I'll just cut to the chase. I came to ask you for some assistance in a personal matter."

"It sounds serious if you feel it'll take an hour to go over the details."

"No, Lex. My business with you should only take two minutes. I plan on being out of Smallville within an hour. Would you like to know my request or not?"

He held her gaze, calmly assessing her facial features and body language. The past several years have been kind on her physically. She matured into a beautiful woman. But there was definitely something wrong. Nothing in those reports prepared him for her current coldness.

"Please, continue," he prompted in a business tone, gesturing toward a chair opposite his desk as he reseated himself.

"I'm sure you know that my father has gotten himself involved with a woman from Metropolis," she said snidely.

"You're referring to Nancy Garrett," he responded knowledgably.

"I would like to know if, by any chance, you did a thorough background check on this woman. And I'm not accusing you of anything, Lex, I am asking because if you haven't... I would like you to."

A small smirk formed on his lips. "Why would you think I investigate everyone who comes to Smallville, Chloe?" Rising from his chair since she ignored his gesture to sit down. "Especially those I don't have business connections with."

"Because we both know how much you trust people, and my father's involvement with 'anyone' you don't know would warrant your curiosity just to make sure that person doesn't have any ulterior motive for getting personally involved with your senior plant manager."

"May I ask, why the sudden interest in Nancy?" Lex asked, slightly segueing from the direction she was leading him into. The fact is, she was right. Lex had Nancy investigated the same day Gabe returned to Smallville with her in tow. But he wasn't about to admit that to Chloe.

"It only seems sudden to you because you've known about her all along, whereas I just found out about this relationship a few days ago. Apparently, they've been together for a few years now, and my dad never told me."

He could see her control slipping with each breath. Her eyes filled with a hurt expression, her lip trembled slightly before she grabbed it between her teeth. He turned to glance at his desk before leaning back on it. Her biting on her lip had always been alluring to Lex. But he knew that by the time she showed that tell tale sign of losing her composure, she already had pooled on her inner strength, determined to not let her emotions get the better of her.

"And you blame Nancy for that?" he asked, probing just that little bit more.

"My father never kept anything like this from me before. I want to know who she is, what she wants, and how she 'thinks' she's going to use my father to get it!"

"They've been together for five years, Chloe. They're happy, there's nothing amiss between them."

She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his for some kind of understanding. All she found was his impassiveness. "Of all the people I know, I thought you would understand," she said softly, not hiding her disappointment. "Obviously I was wrong. I'm sorry I bothered you. I'll show myself out."

"I didn't say I wouldn't help, Chloe," he called after her as she headed toward the door. She paused and turned around to face him, her eyes sparked slightly of hope. "But I want something personal in return."

She closed her eyes, slightly shaking her head. "I don't believe this," she whispered more to herself.

"Believe what? I haven't told you what I want yet. You may find my offer acceptable."

"I doubt that very much," she replied with mild conviction, meeting his gaze. "All I want are some answers, Lex," she said, her tone softening. "I don't live on the edge of a blade anymore, not knowing if I'll get myself killed for a story or not. I left all that behind when I left Smallville."

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that?" he snickered, his eyes shining with amusement.

"I don't care if you believe me or not," she replied. "If I still had the resources I used to have, I wouldn't be here now asking you for help."

"Then you might want to hear my proposal."

She didn't want to agree to anything with him, but she wanted answers. She should have expected him to make this difficult, but she thought, for her, he would give her a break from his 'Luthorness'. "Why can't you make this easy for me, Lex? Why does everything have to have a stipulation?"

He smirked at her, raising his brows slightly. "Surely you know me well enough than to have to ask me that, Chloe."

"What do you want?" she conceded.

"Two weeks."

"Excuse me?"

He let a smile show freely as her facial expression matched perfectly with her spoken words. "I'll elaborate."

"Yes, please do, because that was extremely vague."

"I want you to stay here with me for the next two weeks."

"Oh, that's low, Lex. I am definitely sorry I came here today. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a schedule to keep." Turning toward the door.

"I assume Gabe finally told you about Nancy because of the upcoming wedding?"

She froze, feeling like her life was caving in around her. "What do you want from me, Lex?" she asked with exasperation, turning to face him.

"I want our friendship back," he stated decisively.

"Friendship... 'what' friendship, Lex?! I honestly don't remember anything remotely resembling a friendship with you."

"You don't remember the times I've supplied you with information for the Torch, or the rides home when your car broke down? How about the nights you stayed in my own home when you didn't have anywhere else to go for fear of your life. None of those acts were out of friendship?"

She had never considered any of those things from Lex being anything other than 'Luthor' motivated. It never occurred to her that he might have been trying to be her friend at all.

He continued while she absorbed what he was saying. "There was a time when we shared a mutual respect for one another. Conversation with you was always challenging if not informative. We became friends, Chloe, whether you want to acknowledge that or not. I thought I made that more than apparent just before you left Smallville. I want that again."

"You want a lot, Lex," she replied barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure I can give you that."

"Oh, you could," he said with conviction. "The question is, will you?" He watched as she mulled it over in her mind, knowing he was asking a lot from her, but not willing to let her go without trying. "Think it over," he added suggestively. "You know where to find me if you need anything."

She turned once again for the door. Her legs felt like lead. The last thing she would've expected just happened. Lex wanted her in his life, right back in Smallville. With an inner strength she hadn't had to use in a long time, she forced her legs to work and walked out of the mansion, leaving Lex to wonder if she would be back or not.

~

Chloe's mind raced as she drove away from the mansion. A small pang of guilt went through her when she had to actually think of how to get to her father's house. Funny how she found the mansion without a second thought. Her mind wandered back to her conversation with Lex. She didn't want to stay in Smallville, she didn't want to be his new best friend, she didn't even want to contemplate why he wanted her around at all.

When she left Smallville, it was for good. She kept in touch with a few people, mostly on birthdays and at Christmas time, but other than that she wanted nothing but the life she created for herself in Gotham. She felt at home there, she made some friends, and she didn't have to worry about meteors or freaks, or friends with such a hidden secret that billionaires would kill to get it.

She had matured a lot these past few years, but not as much as she had those last two years of high school, they had definitely been her growing years. After finally separating herself from Lionel Luthor, she had had enough. Her life had been threatened one too many times, she had come too close to figuring out Clark too often, only to be left in the dark with nothing to show for it except hurt feelings and wounded pride. And her involvement with Lex had become slightly complicated.

He called it a friendship, she saw it as a sort of business arrangement with no strings and nothing in writing. He helped her more times than she was willing to admit, she in turn went to him with anything she thought would be useful information to him. But Clark had betrayed him once too many times too, and Chloe noticed the difference in how he revered her afterward. How he looked at her, how he purposely stepped close to her during a conversation just to be that much closer. Many times she thought he was going to touch her, and she wasn't sure if she would have minded.

Then one night she got her answer. She had gone to him with imperative information concerning his father. It was very late at night, and she insisted that he be woken up. Enrique finally gave in and went to tell Lex she was there.

He entered his office donning only pajama bottoms, his chest bare, his robe hanging open with the ties hanging by his sides. He repeatedly wiped at his sleepy eyes while she spoke to him, trying to focus on the document she shoved in his face to look at.

She hadn't been able to keep her eyes off him, which he noticed with no problem. He tossed the folder aside and stepped in close to her. She lost her breath, the thought of stepping back hadn't entered her mind. He cupped the side of her face, and brushed her cheek with his thumb. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Before reason returned she felt his lips on hers.

Her eyes had popped open, her body jolted with surprise, and yet she still hadn't stepped back from him. He deepened the kiss, and she leaned into him, meeting his tongue with hers to duel languidly, exploring each other's mouths.

He broke the kiss to look down at her flushed face. She stared back at him with wide eyes, her breathing labored. He dipped his head down for another taste when her senses kicked in full force, and she backed away from him before he could touch her again.

She informed him that she was leaving Smallville as she continued to back up toward the door, and wished him luck with his battle against his father. She turned and walked out with the mental imprint of him standing there with his robe open, his bare chest, his eyes darkened with desire, and his lips curled with a knowing smirk.

She ran to her car, breathing hard as she sat behind the wheel. She wanted to go back in, she wanted to feel his lips on hers again, his hand on her face. She wanted to know what he would feel like positioned on top of her, his mouth at her neck, his hands roaming over her body.

She shook her head vigorously, shoving those thoughts from her mind. It was late, she was tired, he had been only half awake. That's what she told herself to rationalize what had just happened. Sleep deprivation at its finest.

She drove home, showered, changed, and finished packing her stuff to leave the next day. She waited for everyone to go to the graduation ceremony, hugged and kissed her dad, and drove down the near deserted streets of Smallville with the intent to never come back. She created a nice, comfortable life for herself in Gotham. And only in the dark lonely hours of a blue moon did she think about a goodbye kiss from Lex Luthor.

She was confused by Lex's request to stay with him in return for information. It's been seven years, why would he want her with him? Surely he couldn't 'possibly' remember that last night. He was Lex Luthor, billionaire tycoon who finally won the battle with his father, when the bastard died. He had been in multiple marriages, and divorces. He owned, for all intense and purposes, more than half of Metropolis, what could he possibly want from her?

She pushed it from her mind to focus on the real reason she was back in Smallville, her father. She felt hurt and betrayed by her dad for not telling her about Nancy. She felt stupid for not finding out about her sooner, though in her own defense, it's not like she had any reason to snoop into her dad's life. He told her he was doing fine, she never thought of what he might have meant by that.

There 'had' to be something about this woman that would make her dad keep such a thing from her. There just 'had' to be! And Chloe swore to find out what it was.

She pulled into the driveway of Gabe Sullivan's house and took a deep breath before heading towards the door. Reaching for the knob, the door swung open wide from the other side while a house full of people yelled, "Surprise!"

She was taken aback and stared blankly through the opened doorway. Someone took her by the arm and pulled her into the house, hugging her exuberantly.

"Chloe, I've missed you so much!" Gina greeted.

She returned the other woman's hug, slowly coming out of her shock. "It's great to see you too, Gina!" she said, pulling back to look at her. She glanced around the room until her eyes lit on her dad.

"Daddy."

She went to him with her arms opened wide. Seeing him in person made things a little better. It gave her hope that this entire mess could be sorted out as he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"I didn't mean for you to find out like this, Chloe, I swear I didn't."

"It's ok, daddy," she smiled up at him. "We'll just figure out how to deal with it, ok?"

"I knew you'd understand."

"Hey, best friend in waiting here!" Pete exclaimed from her side. "Or don't I rate that title anymore?"

"Of course you do," she smiled, turning to hug Pete. He picked her off the floor and swung her around within his grasp of a bear hug. He returned her feet to the floor just in time for someone else to come up to her to give her a hug and say hello.

It seemed as though the entire town was there, and she was hugged and greeted by everyone. The house was full of people as well as the outside deck and back yard, where there was a grill barbequing, ice chests full of beer, and enough food for everyone. She made herself a platter of food in between talking with one person after another.

Within a couple of hours she was filled in on all the latest gossip, who got married, who got divorced, who had another baby, and who was due to have another. She noticed however that no one mentioned Clark, and the absence of his parents almost hurt. Chloe realized how detached she had become from the people in this town, and made a mental note to change that.

She excused herself from her conversation with Pete and his wife Gina, to head for the bathroom. Walking down the hall she saw a woman step into the hall from said room. She didn't need introductions to know who she was, it was Nancy without a doubt.

"Chloe," she voiced with a pleasant smile. "It's so nice to finally meet you, your dad talks about you all the time. He is so relieved that you agreed to come to our wedding. He really worried that you wouldn't accept that he would want to remarry."

"Funny, my dad never mentioned you to me at all." Chloe replied bitterly. "I wonder why that is. Maybe it could have something to do with the fact that you've been filling his head with bullshit? Because my dad never kept anything from me, until he met you."

"I see he hasn't explained everything yet."

"I don't believe there's anything to explain. But I'll explain something to 'you'. I will find out everything there is to know about you, mark my words. By the time I'm done, I'll know how old you were when you took your first baby step. So whatever type of influence you've had over my dad all these years, is going to come to an abrupt halt."

She pushed past the woman and entered the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind herself. Resting her head against the back of the door, she was convinced more so than ever that there was something 'not right' with that woman. She refused to look Chloe in the eyes, she smiled too perfectly, her voice was too pleasant, her eyes were too green. No, there was something not right and she 'would' find out what it is.

Leaving the bathroom a few minutes later, Chloe entered the living room to see her dad holding the woman in his arms, comforting her as she cried into his shoulder. He turned his head and glanced at Chloe, the expression on his face clearly asked, 'how could you do this?'

Chloe glanced around the room to be met with uncomfortable glances from her so called 'friends'. She grabbed her purse and keys from the table where she had left them and walked out. She got in her car and drove off as the tears fell down her cheeks. How could her dad do this to her? How? That woman, is how! It's 'her' fault!

"That bitch is going to pay, and pay dearly, for interfering with my dad!" Chloe swore venomously as she raced down the street.

~

She arrived back at the mansion with determination. Her car skid to a halt, kicking up dust as she grabbed her bags and headed for the door. After Enrique let her in, she paced the vestibule with her small suitcase in her hand waiting for Lex to appear from upstairs.

"Whatever you want, you got it," she announced before he was even half way down the steps.

"I gather you didn't appreciate the surprise party," he smirked, reaching the bottom step.

"The party was fine. That bitch my father 'thinks' he's going to marry is another story," she spat, putting her case down to fold her arms across her chest.

"Come upstairs to my office and we can talk," he replied seriously, gesturing for her to step before him up the stairs. She complied and entered the room he called an office with familiarity. "Would you like a drink?" he offered as he followed her into the room.

"No, I'm fine."

"Somehow I don't think that is wholly the truth, or you wouldn't have agreed to my terms so easily."

"I've dealt with much worse than you before. I doubt there's anything you'd want from me that I can't handle. Compared to everyone else in this pit, you're like a haven."

She plopped bodily into one of the leather chairs, exhaled deeply, then rested her head against the back of the chair. Closing her eyes, she took a more relaxing breath.

He watched her intently for a moment before replying, "I'm only a haven for those I'm close to, Chloe, and no one else."

"Did I miss something?" she asked, opening her eyes. "Was I blind to some sort of attraction from you or something? And I mean a real attraction, not that freaky moment that happened the night before I left seven years ago."

He smirked slyly before answering. "I'll show you to a guest room so you can get some sleep."

"Why don't you just answer my question, Lex?"

He stared at her for a moment, deciding which course of action would be to the best of his advantage. "I never allowed myself to have an attraction towards you other than as a friend."

"You didn't 'allow' yourself?" she asked with raised brows, rising slowly from the chair. "So if I showed an interest in you right here, right now, my clothes would be dropped to the floor, and I wouldn't be using a guest room?"

"You would use a guest room regardless of your state of dress. You are a beautiful woman, Chloe, but that's not what I'm asking of you. I'm still revered as my father's son, even though he's been dead for five years," he added with a touch of resentment. "And I'm sure you noticed that I wasn't at your welcoming party."

"I thought that was because I had seen you before hand."

"I wasn't invited," he stated simply. "But that also tells me," he continued, moving to stand closer to her. "That you came directly to me from the airport. You hadn't even met Nancy yet."

"And your point is...?" she prompted, holding his gaze with guarded eyes.

"My point is that maybe you 'want' to find something horrible about Nancy because you don't like the idea of your father having a woman in his life other than you."

"That is absolutely absurd! He's my dad, Lex, of course I would want him to have someone to share his life with and be happy. But since I met Nancy at the party, I like her even less than I did before. There is definitely something wrong with her, and I want you to find out what it is."

"I'll get my investigators started on it immediately."

"Good. Now explain to me exactly what I have agreed to for you to be so compliant."

"You've agreed to stay here, with me, for two weeks."

"And do what? Verbal judo ourselves to death?"

He smiled at her, and touched her shoulder briefly as he walked passed her toward the door. "I'm sure we can work out the small details as we go."

She followed him with her eyes as he stepped into the hall. She had a bad feeling about this, but followed his lead to a guest room anyway. Further down the hall on the second level he stopped before a room, turned, and gestured for her to enter. The door was already opened, and the light was on inside. She stepped into he room to find the sheets turned down, the windows opened to air it out, and her suit case sitting at the foot of the bed.

"Someone obviously had the foresight that my decision would have been a definite yes," she commented, eyeing her case. Then turned her head to look at Lex over her shoulder.

"A correct assumption, it seems. We'll talk more over breakfast. Good night, Chloe."

"Wait a minute, Lex," she called after him, rushing to the door.

"In the morning, Chloe," he stated firmly. "We can discuss everything after we both get some sleep."

She watched with dropped jaw as he closed the door between them. She spun around and stared at the bed. She was definitely going to have to get used to him all over again, because her come back skills were seriously lacking. Then a smile formed on her lips. Lex had always been able to keep her mind sharp. He was also one of the few people she's ever met who could challenge her. She hadn't realized how much she missed that until now.

She picked up her case and placed it on the bed, opened it, and took out her night clothes. She changed and climbed into the bed, settled herself under the sheets, and let her head sink into the puffy pillow to wait for sleep to over take her.

~

(first night)

Somewhere in the mansion, Chloe heard the very faint, distant chime of a grandfather clock announcing that it was midnight. With a heavy sigh she got out of the bed, and went to the door. She stepped into the hall then, as an after thought, returned inside the room and grabbed her robe, then headed back out again.

Tip-toeing in her bare feet, she found her way to the pantry and helped herself to some coffee. 'I can't sleep anyway, might as well at least enjoy some java.' She thought to herself, taking a luxurious sip of the brew.

"Do you need assistance, Miss Sullivan?" a masculine voice asked from behind her.

Chloe jumped, spilling her coffee on the table in the process. She turned around to see Enrique. "You just scared the shit out of me!"

"My apologies," he replied, retrieving a towel from the counter to wipe up the mess. That done, he took her cup and proceeded to prepare another cup for her.

"Thank you," she said, as he placed the refill in front of her. "I suppose it was you I should thank for taking my suitcase upstairs?" He nodded acceptingly. "A little presumptuous of you, wasn't it?"

"I simply heard you agree to Mr. Luthor's terms, Miss Sullivan, and merely took the initiative to follow through with what would have been the next order to make you comfortable."

"You do your job well, don't you? I mean, is Lex even aware of half the things you oversee here?"

"Mr. Luthor is more attentive than you would imagine. But, there are a few minor things he needs not concern himself with, and that's what he pays me for."

She looked at the man with renewed respect and appreciation. "You've been with him through a lot, haven't you?"

"If you are referring to my term of service, I have been in Mr. Luthor's employment since his arrival in Smallville."

"That's not what I was digging at, and you know it. But ok, I'll let you slide on that one. Why don't you join me?" she asked, pushing at the opposite chair with her foot for emphasis. "If I'm going to be stuck here for two weeks I think I'd like to have someone other than Lex to talk to once in a while."

"Perhaps I will," he replied, motioning at the counter toward the coffee pot. "Though I find it interesting that you would drink coffee at this hour."

"Oh, Enrique, I drink coffee at any hour. It is definitely the liquid of the gods!" she grinned at him.

He smiled at her humor. "Then you don't mind my being outspoken?"

"'That' was being outspoken?" she asked, then made an amused snort sound. "Enrique, you have my permission to be as outspoken with me as you feel necessary."

"In that case, Miss Sullivan," he started saying as he seated himself across from her with his own cup of dark brew. "If I may inquire to your presence in the pantry in the middle of the night? Is the room not to your liking? Perhaps the bed is too soft? I realize the window sticks slightly, maybe it became too chilly?"

"No, no, no. Please stop!" she half laughed at him. "Do you 'ever' come out of servant mode?" He gave her a questioning look, though remained silent. "That was rhetorical, by the way. No, Enrique, the room is fine. Trust me, I had no idea that the window sticks or anything else. I just have trouble sleeping in strange places," she shrugged. "No other reason." She picked up her coffee and sipped at it.

"I see," he stated, taking a sip from his own cup, then replacing it to the saucer. "Well, I've heard that you have done very well for yourself in Gotham City. Will you be returning there after your stay, or have you decided to move back to Smallville permanently?"

"Wow, you go right for the nitty-gritty, don't you?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes and an impressed smirk on her lips. "The truth is, I expected to be back in Gotham by nightfall tonight," she wrinkled her brow in thought, remembering it was past midnight. "Last night, whatever." Waving her hand dismissively. "As you can see, that didn't happen."

"Yes, Mr. Luthor can be very persuasive."

"Lex?" she chuckled. "Well, I suppose he can be, but he's not the reason I missed my flight this afternoon."

"None the less, it was by his suggestion that you have extended your stay."

"Ok, what are you getting at? I know you work for the man, but what are trying to tell me?"

"Nothing at all, Miss Sullivan. I'm simply making idle conversation," he answered with an innocent expression. "What exactly does the hired help talk about with their employer's friends?"

"And there's that 'friend' mention again," she retorted under her breath. She looked over at him questioningly. "Why, exactly, would you refer to me as his friend, Enrique?"

His eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise before his expression returned to his normal, near impassive, one. "It's by my understanding that you have shared mutual interests in the past, and if I may be so bold..."

"Yes, you may be bold. What? say it?!" she almost shouted when he paused too long.

"I seem to recall a fondness between you both that I have not seen Mr. Luthor have with anyone else. Hence my personal opinion of you being considered a friend."

"Boy, you really tip-toed around that one, didn't you?"

"And if you'll please excuse me," he added, ignoring Chloe's comment, he rose from the chair. "I must retire for the evening. I trust you will be alright until you retire?"

"Yea, I'll be fine. Thanks." She knew she wasn't going to get the man to elaborate, at least not that night anyway. "Oh, and Enrique?" she called over her shoulder. "I know it's in the job description and all, but you don't have to call me Miss Sullivan 'all' the time. If Lex isn't around, just call me Chloe, ok?"

"I'll do my best. Good night, Chloe."

"Good night, Enrique."

She helped herself to two more cups of coffee while wandering around in the library for an hour or so. Lex's book collection was impressive if not elaborate. She found it interesting how he merged new technology with original antiques, and she wasn't necessarily referring to just the books. The room definitely had Lex's touch surrounding the ambiance of the old library.

She found herself stifling yet another yawn, and headed for the stairs to her room. There would be enough time to really have a look around later. Once in her room, she slipped back into bed, and turned off the light. With a settling sigh, she closed her eyes and hoped to get some sleep.

Fifteen minutes after Chloe's breathing became steady the door to her room cracked open just an inch or two. The light from the hallway washed over her sleeping features for a moment before the door was silently closed again.

Reassured that she was finally asleep, Enrique quietly went to Lex's room, peeked in on him in the same manner, then returned to his own chambers wondering if Chloe would notice if he switched her horrid brew to decaf, hopefully putting her on a schedule that would better suit his own.