Starting Over- Post-Pariah
I'm too lazy to write it in every chapter, so here it is: I DON'T OWN SMALLVILLE OR ANY CHARACTERSAND NEVER WILL. ANY CHARACTERS YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE, HOWEVER, I DO OWN.
Clark Kent sighed as he threw the small baseball against the wall, each time catching it. "You up here, Smallville?" Called the voice of Lois Lane, as she stood at the base of the stairs. The sound of the baseball hitting the wall got her attention, and she quickly went up to see him. "How you holding up?" She asked quietly as she sat on the couch; he was sitting on the floor. "I don't know…" He answered, catching the ball, and setting it on the ground. "Well, I'm just saying goodbye. I'm going back to Metropolis," She said, watching as he stood up, straightening his shirt. "When will you be back?" He asked, wanting her to stay a while longer. "Just a couple of weeks," Lois said, "Can't stay away for too long. I might be forgotten…" She finished dramatically; standing also. He sighed and faced her. "See you then." He told her, a faint smile on his face. He startled her by leaning down and giving her a hug. She nodded as he let her go.
There was silence between them as they faced each other. "I should probably go now," Lois said, stepping back. "Right," Clark said. He watched her as she walked down the stairs. "Lois," He called as she stepped on the last stair. "Yeah, Smallville?" She called as she turned around. "I'd never forget you," He called and watched her mouth turn into a small smile. "Good," She retorted and left. He rolled his eyes at the woman.
Lex Luthor looked over the screen of his laptop at the approaching figure of his father. "Yes, dad?" He questioned, a scowl on his face. "I see you received the invitation for the ceremony?" Lionel Luthor asked, unfazed. "Which one?" Lex asked, standing up. "Son, you know which one. I'd like to know how many other people you are bringing, so I can R.S.V.P." He explained. "You're not going, dad. Plus it's in a few weeks yet." The younger man said, "You are a guest in the mansion, and I've taken over Luthor Corp. Or have you forgotten your plan to assassinate Chloe Sullivan?" "This is my project… I am required to attend." Lionel said seriously. "Fine," Lex said, giving up, "I, along with a few guests, will attend." Lionel left wordlessly.
Somewhere along the side of the road, near the Kent Farm, a young man stood watching the sky. His faded jeans bore holes and tears, as his shirt was ripped, ready to be a rag. His backpack though, was emanating a blue glow. It suddenly stopped, and the man fell to his knees, clutching his head in agony.
TBC
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