Okay, so many of you have probably seen that Lex/Clark is a pairing in my Justice League A/B/O AU series, so I decided to write a story that contained the key moments of their relationship, up until the start of Secret Origins.

I hope you enjoy it, and please read and review ?

Young Clark Face Claim: .

Lex Face Claim: .

…..

"Stupid Whitney…" muttered Clark, as he tossed a pebble into the lake, "… stupid school. Stupid legs for giving out whenever I get close to Lana!"

Lana Lang. The most beautiful girl in school, who had recently presented as an omega, which of course meant that she 'just had to date the Alpha quarterback'…. Not the nerdy Alpha who couldn't even stand in her presence.

Fourteen, almost fifteen, year old Clark swore under his breath in frustration.

After presenting as an Alpha and growing out of his baby fat, he'd hoped that his life would get easier, only to be wrong… it just seemed to get harder. Maybe if he was able to join the football team, everything would be different… but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

As a truck rumbled past, barbed wire clinging to the back, Clark turned his attention to the sky.

Life sucked.

However, unknown to the young Alpha, his life was about to change… for better or worse.

…

Careering down the highway in a silver sports car, Alexander 'Lex' Luthor tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

After yet another argument with his Father about Lex's irresponsibility and attitude, Lionel Luthor had lost his temper and ordered Lex to move to Smallville in order to manage LuthorCorp Fertilizer Plant Number Three.

As a humiliation tactic, it was pretty effective.

Lionel Luthor was always slightly ashamed of his omega son, often growing frustrated at Lex's repetitive and unacceptable behaviour… behaviour which would never find him a suitable Alpha.

It didn't matter that Lex was smart, he was a 'weak omega'.

Speeding up slightly, wanting to get off the dusty roads, Lex suddenly felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Reaching in, he pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

Text from: Sperm Donor.

Groaning, Lex frowned. There was no way he could deal with his Father right now. As he glanced back at the road, he dropped the phone in shock.

In the middle of the bridge, there was a large roll of, what seemed to be, barbed wire.

Desperately, he attempted to slam on the brakes, or steer away from the obstruction, but it was too late. With a deafening bang of the tires popping as they passed over the barbed wire, followed by the squeal of the car swerving out of control.

As Lex tried to regain control of the car, he saw someone sitting on the bridge railings, the teens eyes wide in shock and alarm as he watched the car spin towards him.

'Fuck…' thought Lex, '… I'm going to kill a kid.'

…

'Fuck…' thought Clark, '… I'm going to die.'

His mind seemed to go blank as he watched the car speed towards him, the handsome (whoa, where did that thought come from) driver clearly panicking as he tried to stop the car…. But to no avail.

With a large crash, the car smashed into him, propelling him into the air as the guardrail cracked and broke under the sudden impact. Both the car and Clark fell into the water down below, and yet, whilst the driver was knocked unconscious…. Clark felt nothing.

No pain. Not even a slight ache where the pain should be.

As he floated in the water, Clark cautiously moved his arms and legs, testing for paralysis…. Nothing.

When he found that he could still move like the hit hadn't even happened, Clark frowned in confusion. However, he didn't remain confused for very long as he quickly remembered the car and the driver.

Darting around, he swam towards the sinking vehicle with only one thought on his mind. He needed to save the driver.

Gripping the roof, fuelled by adrenaline, Clark didn't even realise that he was ripping the roof away from the car… like prying the lid off a tub.

Once the roof had been pried away, Clark grabbed the driver and dragged him up to the lake surface, lifting him into his arms and carrying him to shore. Placing the man on the ground, Clark desperately searched for a pulse or any signs of breathing.

Nothing.

"Come on…" he grunted, starting CPR, "… don't you die on me!"

After a few more chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, the other man suddenly coughed and spluttered, water spurting out of his mouth as he desperately tried to suck in a breath.

Clark sighed in relief as the man coughed, wincing at the pain in his chest, opening his eyes weakly to stare up at the teen.

Wow.

Clark couldn't help but stare into the man's eyes… they were a gorgeous shade of green, even when slightly muted in pain.

"I could've sworn I hit you…" mumbled the man weakly.

"…You did hit me." Clark stated in confusion, "… You did."

As the man continued to expel the rest of the water from his lungs, Clark glanced back at the bridge, frowning at the broken guardrail… and wondering why he wasn't in the same state.

Suddenly, he noticed a sweet scent almost like sandalwood and freshly printed books…. And quickly realised what it was.

"Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, shuffling back slightly, "You're an omega! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- "

"- save my life?" The driver raised an eyebrow in slight disbelief, "Because that's what you did."

Clark flushed, "I-it's not right for an unbonded Alpha to… to-"

"- forget it." The other man interrupted a slightly fond tone in his voice, "You saved my life… that's all that matters. Besides…" the man chuckled, "… you don't need to worry about my virtue."

The flush only deepened at this, causing Clark to turn away. "Ambulance…" he muttered, "… we need to get an ambulance."

…

As Clark wrapped himself in a shock blanket, shivering slightly with the cold, he heard someone racing towards him. Twisting around, he saw his Father, Johnathan Kent racing towards him.

"Clark!" Frantically, the older man scanned his son from head to toe, looking for any signs of injury, "Son, are you okay?"

"I'm alright Dad"

Johnathan had clearly heard about what had happened, because he was already ready for a fight. "Who's the maniac who was driving that car?!"

"That would be me…"

Clark and Johnathan turned to the side to stare at the omega male, who was holding out his hand, an apologetic smile on his face.

"… I'm Lex Luthor."

Whilst Clark returned the smile, Johnathan simply sneered, removing his coat. "Johnathan Kent… and this is my son."

Lex stepped forwards and smiled at Clark, "Thank you for saving my life… I'm not sure if I've already said that, but more than once can't hurt, right?"

Chuckling, Clark shrugged. "I'm sure you would have done the same for me."

As Johnathan hurried to get his son home, Lex spoke up again. "You have an extraordinary boy there Mister Kent, if there's any way I can repay you- "

Before Lex could finish, Jon turned to him, fists clenched. "Just…" Jon took a deep breath, "… drive slower."

Without another word, Johnathan placed a hand on his son's back, and helped him back up the hill… failing to notice how Lex frowned at the car being pulled up out of the water… its roof half ripped off.

…

Early the next morning, as Clark returned home from school, he spotted a brand-new truck sitting on the driveway, a blue bow on its bonnet.

"Hey Ma!" called out Clark, seeing his Mother clamber onto their tractor, "Who's the new truck for?"

"You." Martha raised an eyebrow at her son, "It's a gift from Lex Luthor." She pulled an envelope out of her overall pocket and handed it to Clark, "You're Father is convinced it's some sort of courting gift."

Clark couldn't help but flush slightly at this (and he knew his Ma saw that), opening the envelope and reading the card aloud. "Dear Clark, Drive safely. Always in your debt… the maniac in the Porsche."

He beamed, "I can't believe it… where are the keys?"

"Your Father has them."

Clark winced at this…. This was not going to go well.

Heading around the back of the barn, Clark could hear his Father putting wood through the cutter. As he got closer, Johnathan switched the machine off and tugged his headphones off. "I know how much you want it son…" he began, just before Clark could speak, "… but you can't keep it."

"Why not?! I saved his life!"

"So, you think you deserve a prize?"

Clark rolled his eyes, "That's not what I meant… and it might not even be a prize for saving his life. Maybe it's a courting gift."

Johnathan could barely conceal his expression of disgust.

"Look…" sighed Clark, "… why don't you drive the new one and I drive the old one. Everybody wins!"

"It's not about winning Clark!" Jon exclaimed, "It's the principle of it. You shouldn't get a prize for saving someone, and if it is a courting gift, you're underage…. Alpha or not."

"It's not like the Luthor's can't afford it."

Jon sighed, "Do you wanna know why that is?! Do you remember Mister Bell? We'd fish on his property…. Or how about Mister Guy? He sent us pumpkins on Halloween. Lionel Luthor promised to cut them in on a deal. He sent them flashy gifts." Here Jon twirled the keys to the new truck on his ring finger, "Once they sold him their property, he went back on his word… he evicted them son."

"So, you're judging Lex on what his father did? That's not fair!"

"No, Clark, I'm not… I want to make sure you know where the money came from, that bought that truck."

Quickly sensing that his son was angry as the teen stormed up the stairs to the barn loft, Jon sighed and shook his head. "Clark, I know you're upset, son, but it's normal."

Clark growled at this, throwing his bag onto the ground, "Normal?" he strode over to the wood-cutter, "How about this? Is this normal?"

Before Jon could say anything, Clark switched the machine on and shoved his hand in, straight for the blades.

"CLARK!" yelled Jon, rushing over and wrestling his son's hand out of the machine…. Only to find it unmarked (Clark's clothes weren't so lucky).

"I didn't dive in after Lex's car!" Clark exclaimed "It hit me at 60 mph! Does that sound normal to you… I'd give anything to be normal."

Without waiting for an answer, Clark headed for the loft, completely missing the silent conversation between his parents.

…..

Later on that evening, just as the sun was setting, Clark heard footsteps coming up the steps to the loft.

Jon audibly sighed, "It's time, son."

"Time for what?"

"The truth…." Jon sat by his son, and held up something wrapped in cloth, "… I want you to take a look at something."

Unwrapping the object, Jon showed Clark a metallic object, with strange writing on it.

"I think it's from your parents…. Your real parents."

Clark frowned at this. He knew he was adopted, his parents had never hidden that, but to have his Pa describe his biological parents as his real parents hurt slightly. "What does it say?"

"I tried to decipher it, but it's not a language known to man."

"What do you mean?"

"Your real parents weren't exactly from around… here."

"Where are they from?"

Jon remained silent, simply turning his attention to the sky. Clark scoffed at this, "What are you trying to tell me? I'm from another planet?"

Further silence.

"I suppose you stashed my spaceship in the attic?"

"… Actually, it's in the storm cellar."

Before Clark could wrap his head around this, Jon encouraged him to stand, and led him down into the storm cellar. Once inside, he pulled the dust covering off a large metallic object.

"This is how you came into our world, son…. It was the day of the meteor shower."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Clark backed away from the object, his eyes wide in alarm as they darted between his Pa and the object. "This is a joke, right?"

Silence.

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?!"

"We wanted to protect you."

"Protect me from what?! You should have told me!"

Before Jon could answer, Clark sped away, ignoring how his Pa called out for him to come back.

…

Hours later, long after it had gone dark, Clark was walking Lana Lang home from the graveyard… it was possibly the only time he'd managed to get close to the omega without falling to his knees.

Lana had shown a different side of her, revealing that she talked to her deceased parents, making up personalities for them…. Such as her Dad's twisted sense of humour.

("Dad wants to know if you're upset about a guy?"

Why did Lex's face briefly pop up at that point?}

"Thanks for walking me home." Thanked Lana, a soft smile on her face as she gazed up at Clark.

"Beats creeping around the woods."

Lana chuckled, "You realize this is our longest conversation ever? We should do it again."

"… Yeah, we should." He gazed at her for a couple of seconds, "So, you going to the dance?" he asked, referring to the Homecoming dance.

"Yeah, with Whitney."

Clark flushed at this, "Right, of course."

"How about you?"

"… Nah, figured I'd sit it out."

Lana raised an eyebrow at this, "Well… If you change your mind I might save you a dance…." Walking up to him, she kissed Clark on his cheek, "… Good night, Clark."

As Clark walked home, a happy smile on his face, he failed to notice Whitney standing in the shadows of Lana's front porch, a frown on his face on he watched the other Alpha leave.

….

The next day, Clark made his way to the Luthor mansion, encouraged by his Pa to return to the truck. The building was huge, and Clark found himself wandering through an endless stream of corridors and rooms.

"Hello?" he called out, frowning when he heard no reply, "Hello?"

When he peeked into a room, he quickly took a step back as two fencers fought their way from room to room, their swords clashing furiously. Eventually, the female fencer lunged and pinned her opponent against the wall.

"Yield."

The other fencer nodded, and when the female turned away, he threw his sword at the opposite wall…. Right next to Clark's head.

"Clark?" Lex removed the helmet from his head, "I didn't see you."

Clark (who was keeping an eye on the sword embedded in the wall inches away from his face) gulped, "I-I buzzed, but no one answered."

Removing the sword from the wall, Lex frowned in confusion. "How'd you get by the gate?"

"I-I kinda squeezed in between the bars- if this is a bad time- "

"No, I think Mercy has sufficiently kicked my ass for the day!" laughed Lex, turning around to face the young, Alpha, Asian woman, who merely raised an eyebrow at him. Noticing that Clark still seemed very tense, Lex shook his head, "Don't worry about Mercy Clark. She's like a kitten…. If kittens were incredibly violent."

Clark chose not to comment on the other Alpha. "This is a great place."

"Yeah, if you're dead and in the market for somewhere to haunt."

"I- I mean it's roomy…" stammered Clark as he followed Lex out of the room and down the corridor.

"It's the Luthor ancestral home… or so my father claims. He had it shipped over from Scotland."

"Yeah, I remember trucks rolled in for weeks, but no-one ever moved in?"

Halfway up the stairs, Lex rolled his eyes, "My Father had no desire to live here, he's never even stepped through the front door."

"Then why ship it over?"

"Because he could."

Following Lex up the stairs and into a gym-like room, Lex twisted around to grin at him. "How's the new ride?"

As Lex began to remove the fencing uniform, Clark sighed. "That's why I'm here."

"What's the matter? You don't like it?"

"… No, it's not that. I can't keep it."

"Clark, you saved my life! It's the least I can do…." Noticing the guilty flush on Clark's face, Lex nodded in understanding, "Your father doesn't like me… It's okay." He waved away Clark's protests, turning to face a mirror, "I've been bald since I was 9, so I'm used to people judging me."

Quickly sensing that the omega was slightly distressed by the revelation, Clark quickly tried to explain. "It's not personal. He's just not crazy about your dad."

"Figures the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Understandable….What about you, Clark? Did you fall far from the tree?"

Clark flushed as Lex smirked at him, stepping forwards and handing Lex the keys. "I-I'd better go. Thanks for the truck."

Before he could leave, Lex called out his name. "Clark…Do you believe a man can fly?"

"…Sure, in a plane."

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about soaring with the air beneath you."

Clark smiled softly at the omega, flushing as Lex continued to stare at him intensely, "People can't fly, Lex."

"I did…. After the accident, when my heart stopped. It was the most exhilarating two minutes of my life. I flew over Smallville, and for the first time I didn't see a dead end, I saw a new beginning!" Lex beamed at Clark, "Thanks to you, I have a second chance…. We are the future, Clark, and I don't anything to stand in the way of our court- friendship. Friendship."

….

Whilst the slight slip-up Lex had made had cheered Clark up slightly, the knowledge that the meteor strike had killed Lana's parents and led to so many strange events depressed him…. The meteor shower caused by his arrival to Earth.

As he stormed through the school car park, angered by Chloe's Wall of Weird and what it revealed, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. "Chloe…" he growled, "… leave me alone."

The hand tightened and he was spun around, to face Whitney.

"Congratulations, Clark…." The other Alpha grinned, "…You're this year's scarecrow."

Clark glared at him, batting the hand away as the rest of the football team surrounded him, "Don't mess with me right now Whitney!"

Clearly infuriated by Clark's lack of fear or alarm, Whitney pushed him back. "Come on, bring it on!" he yelled, removing his jacket… revealing the necklace that Lana had given him for luck.

Unfortunately for Clark, he didn't spot it as he threw a punch at the jock. Suddenly feeling weak, Clark was easily grabbed and pushed to the ground

"What's with you and Lana?" snarled Whitney, an Alpha-like growl puncturing his words.

"Nothing!"

Noticing that Clark was staring at the green necklace hanging around his neck, Whitney smirked. "Like her necklace? Huh?" He quickly ripped it away, and fastened it around Clark's neck, "Good, because it's as close as you'll ever get to her!"

For Clark, the following hours passed in a blur. Stripped of his jumper and t-shirt and strung up like a scarecrow (an S painted on his chest to highlight this), he shivered in the cold.

"Never changes…." Sighed a voice from the right.

As Clark glanced over, he frowned when he saw Jeremy Creek standing amongst the corn. "Help me." He begged.

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

"Y-You're Jeremy…."

"I thought if I punished them, it'd stop…" sighed Jeremy, referring to the recent electrical attacks on old jocks, "… But it never stops."

Before Jeremy could walk away, Clark begged again. "Wait. Where are you going?"

Jeremy smirked, "Homecoming dance. I never made it to mine."

"Get me down… Please?"

"You're safer here."

Before Clark could say anything else, Jeremy disappeared into the cornfield, and Clark was left there…. Shivering in the cold.

…..

Lex groaned as he sped past the cornfield right by the Fertilizer plant (although at a more reasonable speed this time). He didn't mean to stay there so late, but with all the work that needed doing and the fact that he didn't want to spend long hours in that large house, he couldn't help but hide out in his office.

As he turned the corner, his headlights fell on a figure clambering out of the cornfield, causing him to brake sharply.

He stuck his head out of the window, intending to ask the young man what he was doing out so late…. Until he saw the man's face.

Almost instantly, his mind flashed back to when he was nine…. When the meteors first fell as he explored a cornfield.

That man was there that day…. Tied up like a scarecrow, begging for help as the meteors struck the ground, sending Lex flying backwards and filling the air with dust and soil.

Quickly, Lex climbed out of his car…. But the figure was gone.

His heart pounding in his chest, Lex shook his head and turned to get back into his car. "Stop it Lex…" he muttered to himself, "… you're not a scared nine-year-old anymore."

"Help me."

Lex span around at this, almost expecting the young man to be right behind him. "But a scared twenty-one-year old however…" he whispered, scanning the dark cornfield, before going to his car and grabbing a torch.

Quickly, he made his way through the cornfield, following the sounds of pained breathing…. Until he came upon a familiar figure tied up like a scarecrow.

"Clark?"

Clark glanced at him weakly, prompting Lex to rush towards him, hands frantically tugging on the ropes holding the teen up.

"Ah, jeez. Who did this to you?"

"Doesn't matter."

As Clark fell to the ground, Lex winced in sympathy, helping the alpha to his feet (noting that the necklace had fallen off). "Clark, you need to see a doctor."

With a renewed strength, Clark began gathering up the clothes that the jocks had left on the ground. "I'll be okay." He muttered, flushing slightly as he began to get changed.

"At least let me give you a ride!"

There was a brief silence, before Clark shook his head. "S-sorry Lex…" he muttered, "… I-I need to go. Thank you."

Frowning, Lex watched as Clark pushed his way through the corn, practically racing away. "Great…" he muttered, scanning the area and spotting the necklace on the ground.

Picking it up off the ground, he stared at it, before pocketing it.

Maybe it could be useful later.

…..

Alright, maybe it was a little petty to stack the jock's trucks on top of one another, but after saving them from Jeremy's anger and realising that he truly had no chance with Lana, Clark felt like he was entitled to a little pettiness.

Still…. Not getting to dance at his homecoming sucked.

Lana and Whitney were having a nice time on Lana's Aunts porch… and he was stuck in the barn loft all alone.

"Your grandfather gave me that telescope when I was about your age."

Twisting around, Clark watched as his Pa walked closer.

"I came downstairs for breakfast one day and there it was…Are you okay?"

There was a brief silence, before Clark sighed, "Can I answer that in about five years?"

Jon chuckled, "Yeah."

As the older man headed towards the barn door, probably intending to go to bed, Clark realised that there was something more he needed to say. Rushing towards the stairs and standing at the top, he quickly got his Dad's attention.

"Dad…. I'm glad you and Ma were the ones to find me."

"We didn't find you, Clark… You found us."

After Jon left the barn, Clark turned his attention back to the telescope.

…

As he continued to watch Lana and Whitney, Clark heard someone heading up the stairs to the loft.

"I didn't know it was your homecoming tonight Clark."

Clark span around and frowned at the sight of Lex Luthor standing there, "What are you- How did you- "

"I think your parents are asleep… or at least I hope so, otherwise this is going to be a very awkward conversation."

Clark nodded in agreement, keeping his eyes on Lex as the older man scanned him up and down in concern.

"I-I was just making sure that you were okay…" muttered the omega, "… you were a little out of it earlier."

"Yeah… I-I just came home and got warm."

"And missed your homecoming."

Clark shrugged, "It's not that big a deal…"

"…. Judging by your tone, I'd say it was a big deal."

Lex gave him a knowing smile as Clark flushed. "Let me guess…" chuckled the older man, "… a pretty omega promised you a dance?"

"…. Maybe."

"Well…." Lex strode over to the old radio Clark kept up in the loft, switching it on as a slow song started to play (hopefully quietly enough to not be heard by Clark's parents), "… I may not be the pretty omega you want, but I can muster up a dance."

Slowly, Lex came closer and placed a gentle hand on Clark's shoulder, encouraging the young man to sway side to side.

"Is everything okay, Clark?" Lex asked, causing Clark to smile as he closed his eyes.

"It's perfect."

Suddenly, there was the beeping of car horns and Clark's arms closed around empty air. Glancing over to the window, he saw excited teens drive past, whooping about the night and the dance, all yelling goodnight to Lana as she went inside.

Still in confusion from his daydream, Clark sighed wearily…" Thanks for the dance… Lex."