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.
