1MEMORIES

by mugglebourne21

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing nor am I paid anything. I simply write fanfiction for my own amusement.

I.

Eighteen-year-old Clark Kent awoke with a start. He sat

bolt upright in bed, the clean white sheet clinging to his bare,

muscled chest. Sweat seeped out of his lightly tanned skin, and

his supernatural heart was pumping at a supernatural speed. He

had been dreaming of Lana again. She had been crying and Clark

had tried to console her, only to realize that she was surrounded

by a green kryptonite force field. She kept sobbing his name

and holding out his hand to her, but the closer he got, the

farther away she seemed to be.

"I hope I'm not intruding on any sweet dreams." The velvety

rich voice of Lex Luther came to Clark from the door frame.

"Lex. What are you doing here?" Clark wrapped his thin

sheet tighter around himself, hoping that Lex had not noticed his

large, throbbing erection.

"No one answered the door so I let myself in, I hope that's

all right?" Lex's piercing eyes wandered briefly over Clark's

broad, muscled chest.

"Uh, yeah, of course Lex. I must've slept late. Mom and

Dad must've already left for Metropolis. What did you want to

talk about?" Clark could feel his heart pounding in his throat

now, and his skin was hot. His seeming vulnerability was making

him uncomfortable. "Would you mind, Lex, actually waiting for me

downstairs in the kitchen so that I can get dressed? You can

help yourself to whatever, I'll be down in a sec."

Lex's firm lips curled into a slightly amused smile, "Sure

Clark." And he turned out of the door and vanished out into the

hall. Clark waited until he heard Lex's footfalls on the stairs

before he uncovered himself from the sheet.

The cool morning air caressed his damp skin. Clark took a

steadying breath before reaching down to pick up the pair of blue

jeans he had thrown on the floor before crashing last night.

Clark ran his fingers through his dark, wavy hair, took a calming

breath and headed down to the kitchen.

Lex was standing with his back to the kitchen's entrance.

His hands in the pockets of his black Armani slacks, staring out

the kitchen window. The early afternoon sunlight was streaming

in from the window illuminating him. Clark stood a moment in the

doorway watching him, marveling at how surreal Lex looked being

bathed in the soft sunlight. He looked almost angelic standing

there and for a split second Clark had the urge to step up to Lex

and throw his arms around him, to partake in that warmth.

Clark shook his head to clear it, to try to shake himself

out of that post awakening state where dreams and reality seemed

to meld together in confusion.

Lex was suddenly aware of Clark's presence in the room with

him. He spun swiftly on his heels and turned his wise gray eyes

on Clark. "I thought that farm people were supposed to be early

risers?" His voice was amused and taunting.

"Yeah, well, I was up late working on something for 'The

Torch' for Chloe."

Lex's smile vanished and his face became somber, "Clark, I

came here because there's something I need to talk to you about.

It's very serious and I could potentially be putting you in

great danger, but I trust you Clark, and I need your help."

Lex's voice was low and urgent. "I am starting to remember why I was

put away in the asylum. I am starting to remember certain things about

my father, about a man named, Edge, and I'm also starting to remember

certain things about you, Clark."

Clark swallowed the large lump in his throat, his heart began to pound

in his chest. Oh no he remembers what happened with Edge's car!

Clark was suddenly very awake.