"Lex?" The boy cried out in his sleep. Melissa frowned. It's okay baby, I'm here now. Kal, she thought, he said his name was Kal. Who is Lex she wondered. "Kal," she asked quietly? The boy woke suddenly. He sat bolt upright, the scar on his chest seemed even more prominent than the night before. "Who is Lex? Alexis?"
"Huh?"
"You where calling out in your sleep. Calling out to somebody named Lex."

"Oh, Lex is-uh an-uh. . ."

"Don't worry." She stood up and started to get dressed. "See ya around sometime?" I hope not, Clark thught. He kept quiet. "When?"
"What?"
"When can I see you again?"
"What is it going to take to get you to leave me alone?" Melissa looked at him hurt. "Money? There's-" she slapped him, hard. Just then the door opened.
"Clark-" Chloe poked her head in. She saw the half naked woman, and Clark, dressed only in his shorts. Chloe blushed. "Sorry. I didn't realize I was inturuting something."
"It's fine," the woman spat. "I was just leaving." She left. Clark looked over at Chloe. She blushed.
"Way to go, Prince Charming." Clark glared at her.
"What do you want?" He growled.
"They found Lex Luthor."
"Dead?"
"No, alive. He has Malaria, pretty bad, but the docs think he's going to be okay. By the way, what happened to your chest?"
"My dad."
"Bull, I know your father."
"No, my real dad. Long story I don't want to get into it. Anyway, I thought I told you to stay the hell away from here."
"Lex is asking for you, and I'm the only one who knows where you are."

"He in the hospital?"
"The mansion." She nodded at Clark's confusion. "You know how the Luthors are," she sighed. Clark nodded. He stroked the red kryptonite ring on his finger.
"I'll think about going to see him, if you get the hell out of here. Now!" Chloe ran out of the apartment. Clark laid himself down on the sofa and curled up into a ball. So much had happened lately. So many bad, bad things.
"Clark, you have to understand something." Lex had explained. "This is all great, but you and I both knew that this couldn't last forever. I have expectations to live up to. Besides-" Clark wasn't listening anymore.

"Shut up, Lex. I don't wanna hear it. You don't want me, that's all you have to say. You don't want me and you never did."

"Baby," Lex had put his arm around Clark's shouder. Clark had allowed him to do this, but grudgingly "I love you. . ."
"Don't touch me," he had screamed. "Don't use any of that baby crap on me either." Then he had left.
"Clark. Wait!" The voice had called after him, but he wasn't listening anymore. Then Lex's plane had crashed. Clark didn't want to believe that he was really gone, but after the funeral, what else could he do? Clark. Bmut that voice still haunted his dreams. Baby. Every night, the same dream. Every night he saw him. Every night. . . Lex. But he was dead. Execpet, that now he wasn't. Lex was alive, sick, but alive. And maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.