Jason and Chloe's Story

(Note from author - I thank everyone that is reading this fic. I'm sorry for the long time it takes to update. This is straight from an episode in Season 4 between Genevieve and Lionel, but it ties into the whole scheme of the story. Please read and comment. Feedback, whether it's good or bad, truly helps me.)

While Jason and Chloe were dancing in his dorm room, Genevieve was waiting for her a guest in her penthouse living room. Her doorman had informed her that Lionel Luthor, the most feared man in Metropolis - hell, probably the world - was on his way up. One thing was certain, Luthor may scare the world, but she, for one, was unimpressed.

Even so, she jumped a little when his unexpected, dry voice disrupted the silence of the apartment. "Genevieve… you know, I'm not accustomed to being summoned like a lapdog."

The annoyance in his words was expertly veiled, but it was there. Genevieve grinned to herself, taking a sip of her champagne. Her back to him, voice dismissive, she spoke, deliberately disarming her words with a soft laugh, "Don't be silly, Lionel. I'd never allow you on my lap." She turned to face him, tipping her champagne flute in mock salute.

Lionel chuckled. Genevieve Teague still possessed a quick wit. After draping his suit coat neatly on one of her antique chairs, he strolled toward her. "Let's get to the point Genevieve. Why am I here if not for the pleasure of my company?"

She delayed her answer, knowing that the man in her living room enjoyed controlling everyone he came in contact with. It was a trait they shared, and Genevieve knew how much it irked her when people didn't jump when she snapped her fingers. Lionel Luthor would be no different. She walked to the wet bar, holding up the bottle of champagne she had been enjoying and he inclined his head.

"Time to repay old debts, Lionel." she murmured, pouring his glass with a flourish.

"Debts?" He accepted the glass she offered with a raised brow and a curled lip.

"Arranging your release from a maximum security prison was not an easy task. And I have yet to receive even a little gratitude."

Lionel walked away, took a seat on her couch, sipped his drink like he had all the time in the world and pretended to think it over. Sarcasm dripped out of his voice. "Well, I've been wracking my brain trying to write a thank-you note but, words can never express the way I feel."

"Let's not pay games with each other, Lionel." she crossed to him, a thoughtfully serious expression on her face, mouth tightening with annoyance when the smile on her adversary's face grew. "Your son just returned from China with the last element. I'd like for you to retrieve it for me."

Lionel smiled, shaking his head, "Oh no. You have the wrong son in mind. It was Jason who brought the stone back home."

Genevieve practically snorted in disbelief, "Jason is incapable of such subterfuge. Unfortunately, he inherited his intelligence from my husband's side of the family."

Lionel, in typical Luthor fashion, raised an eyebrow and remarked with a slight shrug, "Yeah… I never thought you married well."

Genevieve ignored his comment and took a different tact, trying a little flattery. "Lex, on the other hand, received his genes from a far more cunning source."

"You know, there were other treasure seekers in China, Genevieve." Lionel was not one to be easily played. Genevieve recognized his cagey expression. The elder Luthor was apparently wracking his own brain to find her angle. Good, she thought, I've got him off balance.

Genevieve found a place to perch herself, on the arm of a chair instead of in the chair, across from Lionel. She smirked with some female satisfaction when she noticed Lionel followed her movements with interest. She crossed her legs purposely, allowing Luthor a glimpse of one of her best physical assets. Now that she had his full attention, she looked toward the ceiling, thinking it over. "Ah yes! A farm boy, an ex-cheerleader and Lex Luthor." She faced Lionel with a raised brow, "Who do you think ended up with the prize?"

Lionel's gaze left her legs and met her eyes as he gave a small laugh, "Well, my son hasn't been listening to me for years! What do you want me to do? Give him a good spanking?"

This had the exact effect Lionel was hoping for. He cracked through Genevieve's regal armor and now her temper was starting to show. He saw her momentarily clench her jaw, while he still felt cool as a cucumber. Her eyes narrowed, "You know Lionel, I don't think either one of us wants me to go after Lex myself."

Lionel leaned forward now and placed his glass on the coffee table. His tone and stare were deadly. "Now, you be careful Genevieve. I regard a threat to any Luthor as a threat to me."

Genevieve wasn't going to show that he's now rattled her slightly, that tone of voice coming from a murderer no less, could raise the heartbeat to some degree. She shrugged as if she didn't care, "Take it any way you wish Lionel. I want that stone! And I'm going to get it, one way... or another."