Title: The One That Got Away
Author:Dee The Slut
Fandom: Smallvile
Pairing: Fundamentally this is a Clex fic but some Lex/Laeton and even
Clark/Laeton and Lionel/Laeton if you look for it. Well, basically, Laeton
and everyone she meets.
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, I wouldn't be writing about them, I'd
be...well, I'll leave that to your own imagination. Anyway, LaetonLutrice
Luthor are mine (although it's really hard for anyone to claim that they
own Laeton). Yeah, sue me if you wish, I have about 70p left in my bank
account.
A/N: I haven't been able to watch Smallville in months now that I'm ay
university so don't expect any accurate references to what's going on in
the show at the moment, I really don't care enough.
The One That Got Away
Lex tapped the tickets idly on his desk, sighed heavily and looked up at the clock as he absently ran hid finger over the perforated edge. The clock stared back at him. It had stopped. It must have stopped. The face read the same time now as it had the last time that he had looked at it. He'd have to have someone buy a new one for him. As he stared anxiously, the second hand moved defiantly, ticking loudly as if to taunt the over excited Lex. He sighed loudly and sat back, resting his smooth head on the burgundy leaver chair which creaked either in protest or ecstasy The cool skin of the chair soothed his hot head and he could see the lines of his own blood vessels behind his lids as he squeezed his eyes shut. Lex felt his body vibrate with sensitivity, his other senses picking up as he deprived his eyes of sight; the leaves on the bushes below the window whispered, caught in a sensitive breeze, unseen insects buzzed in a natural choir of vitality, the sun hummed almost audibly. Summer. Lex wasn't exactly sure of when he had become aware of sunshine and insects or even the seasons for that matter. Well, yes he did, he knew exactly when it had happened and it just so happened to be about the same time that he had started to become familiar with a certain young farm boy. Strange coincidence that. Everything before Clark Kent had been board meetings and paperwork, fast cars, fast cars and general fast living. Everything since had been different. Now Lex found himself distracted by butterflies or the sound of rain or even the absent, joyous whistling of the gardener outside of his window., or even anxiously anticipating the end of the day and eagerly awaiting coffee dates with the boy with schoolgirl excitement. Everything since Clark Kent had been magical.
Lionel's entrance was less than enchanting. Lex's father breezed into Lex's study as though he still considered it his own -which he did- and planted himself on the chair opposite Lex, reclining in an almost restful yet confidently imposing posture, resting one ankle on his other knee and stroking his beard. Lex didn't need to open his eyes to know that his father was eyeing him reprovingly, somehow Lionel had developed his ability to transmit smugness telepathically .
"Well, Lex, it's good to see you hard at work. I am glad that such expensive education and training is being put to such remarkable use." Lex still refused to open his eyes, reused to get angry either. There was only an hour left until his coffee –date with Clark so he was not going to let Lionel spoil his mood.
"Is your day so empty, Father, that you have to pass your time monitoring me? This is my office, I'm allowed to lounge, if I care to." Lex was sure that, in his heightened state of hearing, he had heard Lionel internally huff and the thought brought a smile to his lips and he was sure that he was now beaming with joy. "What do you want?" Lionel stood, probably liking loving the idea of towering over his sitting son who usually stood a cool two inches above him.
"Cancel your trip to Metropolis! We've got guests arriving today." Lex's heart stopped for a few beats, his body gripped by rigidity and silent panic. Against all odds, Lionel had just managed to spoil his mood. He wouldn't cancel his weekend with Clark for royalty so whichever "guest" Lionel had pulled out of his sleeve would just have to go fuck themselves.
"No chance! I've got plans!" Lionel leered slightly at his son, his tone darkening a touch, his vowels lengthening with accusation.
"Yes, you and that Kent boy." Lex fought to stop his ears from turning red with fury and, partially, guilt. Lionel knew nothing, he was bluffing.
"You bore me. I'm going to Metropolis whether you like it or not." Lionel smiled horridly and shrugged his shoulders.
"I personally don't care what you do, or with whom, but I think your guest will be disappointed." Lex sat up, bored and angry. He wasn't going to play Lionel's game. Lionel grinned again. "How about a compromise? You and Clark go Metropolis for your concert thing and you just let Laeton tag along. How's that?" The grin over Luthor senior's face would have sickened Lex if he wasn't still turning over his father's words. Laeton? Here? Today? Lionel grinned harder at the gob-smacked Lex. "Sounds like a fair deal to me." Lex could bearely nod before Lionel spun ightly on his heel and almost bounced radiantly out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. Lex sat still, his mind temporaily blank. Laeton? His cousin Laeton in his town? He looked up at the clock. The hands had definitely moved this time and he was going to be late for his meeting with Clark.
The One That Got Away
Lex tapped the tickets idly on his desk, sighed heavily and looked up at the clock as he absently ran hid finger over the perforated edge. The clock stared back at him. It had stopped. It must have stopped. The face read the same time now as it had the last time that he had looked at it. He'd have to have someone buy a new one for him. As he stared anxiously, the second hand moved defiantly, ticking loudly as if to taunt the over excited Lex. He sighed loudly and sat back, resting his smooth head on the burgundy leaver chair which creaked either in protest or ecstasy The cool skin of the chair soothed his hot head and he could see the lines of his own blood vessels behind his lids as he squeezed his eyes shut. Lex felt his body vibrate with sensitivity, his other senses picking up as he deprived his eyes of sight; the leaves on the bushes below the window whispered, caught in a sensitive breeze, unseen insects buzzed in a natural choir of vitality, the sun hummed almost audibly. Summer. Lex wasn't exactly sure of when he had become aware of sunshine and insects or even the seasons for that matter. Well, yes he did, he knew exactly when it had happened and it just so happened to be about the same time that he had started to become familiar with a certain young farm boy. Strange coincidence that. Everything before Clark Kent had been board meetings and paperwork, fast cars, fast cars and general fast living. Everything since had been different. Now Lex found himself distracted by butterflies or the sound of rain or even the absent, joyous whistling of the gardener outside of his window., or even anxiously anticipating the end of the day and eagerly awaiting coffee dates with the boy with schoolgirl excitement. Everything since Clark Kent had been magical.
Lionel's entrance was less than enchanting. Lex's father breezed into Lex's study as though he still considered it his own -which he did- and planted himself on the chair opposite Lex, reclining in an almost restful yet confidently imposing posture, resting one ankle on his other knee and stroking his beard. Lex didn't need to open his eyes to know that his father was eyeing him reprovingly, somehow Lionel had developed his ability to transmit smugness telepathically .
"Well, Lex, it's good to see you hard at work. I am glad that such expensive education and training is being put to such remarkable use." Lex still refused to open his eyes, reused to get angry either. There was only an hour left until his coffee –date with Clark so he was not going to let Lionel spoil his mood.
"Is your day so empty, Father, that you have to pass your time monitoring me? This is my office, I'm allowed to lounge, if I care to." Lex was sure that, in his heightened state of hearing, he had heard Lionel internally huff and the thought brought a smile to his lips and he was sure that he was now beaming with joy. "What do you want?" Lionel stood, probably liking loving the idea of towering over his sitting son who usually stood a cool two inches above him.
"Cancel your trip to Metropolis! We've got guests arriving today." Lex's heart stopped for a few beats, his body gripped by rigidity and silent panic. Against all odds, Lionel had just managed to spoil his mood. He wouldn't cancel his weekend with Clark for royalty so whichever "guest" Lionel had pulled out of his sleeve would just have to go fuck themselves.
"No chance! I've got plans!" Lionel leered slightly at his son, his tone darkening a touch, his vowels lengthening with accusation.
"Yes, you and that Kent boy." Lex fought to stop his ears from turning red with fury and, partially, guilt. Lionel knew nothing, he was bluffing.
"You bore me. I'm going to Metropolis whether you like it or not." Lionel smiled horridly and shrugged his shoulders.
"I personally don't care what you do, or with whom, but I think your guest will be disappointed." Lex sat up, bored and angry. He wasn't going to play Lionel's game. Lionel grinned again. "How about a compromise? You and Clark go Metropolis for your concert thing and you just let Laeton tag along. How's that?" The grin over Luthor senior's face would have sickened Lex if he wasn't still turning over his father's words. Laeton? Here? Today? Lionel grinned harder at the gob-smacked Lex. "Sounds like a fair deal to me." Lex could bearely nod before Lionel spun ightly on his heel and almost bounced radiantly out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. Lex sat still, his mind temporaily blank. Laeton? His cousin Laeton in his town? He looked up at the clock. The hands had definitely moved this time and he was going to be late for his meeting with Clark.