Disclaimer: Canon characters are not mine. Story line and unfamiliar characters are mine… my own… my precious.
AU / first season
Thanks to my betas- my dear husband and oldest daughter.
One.
"Mom…Dad," Clark Kent called running up to the front steps of the house. Using his x-ray vision he saw two people standing in the kitchen. Relieved, he started up the stairs.
His fingers gripped the handle of the screen ready to yank it open when the house exploded. The concussion from the blast threw Clark into the air. His flight ended with him crashing through the picket fence.
For a moment, he lay on his back, stunned. Someone was running toward him, calling his name.
He sat up, rolling to his knees. Dizziness overcame him, nearly keeping him down but…his parents were still in there. "Mom!…Dad!" He struggled to his feet. Staring wide eyes at the inferno that was his house. They were in there…he could get them out…he had to get them out. A panic gripped him forcing him to stumble toward the blaze.
"Clark, no!" a voice shouted from behind him.
"Dad!…Mom!" He ignored the voice.
Arms around him, strong arms reached around him from behind, restraining him. He struggled but the dizziness intensified and his strength seemed to drain out of him. He pulled against the arms but they were winning, dragging him back, through the ruined fence. The two stumbled onto the gravel road with Clark landing heavily against the other person. He tried to move but his muscles wouldn't obey. His head lolled back against the others chest.
"Clark?…I think he's in shock…Clark?"
Lex? The voice, the arms were Lex's.
"Lex?" His brain was fogged up, his strength had given out leaving him a dead weight in Lex's grasp…meteor rock…meteor rock was near.
He felt his left arm lifted and, through bleary eyes, saw a green metal band clasped around his wrist. Agony shot up his arm and through his body. His muscles quivered, his eyes clenched shut. As his consciousness faded he heard, "Oh, Clark…" whisper soft in his ear. "You knew it had to come to this."