Lex sat at the bedside chair, weeping as the beeping stopped and the inevitable long, low squeal began. It was over. Lex had won the war. He and Lionel had never been friends, blood was the only thing that usually stopped them from killing each other; but still, sitting here in the hospital, realizing that this was the last time he would ever see the old, blind, frail man again saddened him. All those years of being strong, he thought, all those years of fighting.

Lex could remember the accident clearly. It was raining that night, and a little foggy, the roads were in no condition to be driven on but still Lex couldn't have his father in his mansion - in Smallville - for another moment, he insisted that he drive his father back to Metropolis that night.

They bickered the whole way in, until Lex couldn't take it anymore and tuned his father out entirely. He reached for his cellular phone, about to call Clark in hopes that he could make things right but alas, Lex knew this wasn't Clark's fight and he shouldn't have to be brought into it.

It was a 30-mile trek into Metropolis; a road Lex had driven hundreds of thousands of times in the past, he shouldn't have even needed to pay attention to the road - that was the problem, too much thinking about his feud with his father and not enough attention.

"Can you not shut up for one moment rather then pester me this whole ride?" Lex shouted at his father, his last words to him. Lex wished he could've taken them back, but no, for they were said. That momentary lapse of attention cost him his father. He looked back into the road and saw it, another car, but it was too late, an attempt at a swerve did nothing but throw them into a tree after which the car rolled and finally came to a stop on its roof. That's the way they were found, the driver's side was relatively unscathed but the passenger side was a mess. Lionel was unconscious when they arrived at the hospital, a sleep he would never awake from.

Clark burst in. "I just heard what happened Lex, are you alright?" Lex stood up and looked Clark in the face, he seemed like he was about to reply but instead broke down in the arms of his best friend. Clark had never seen Lex this way, the normally strong, cool headed and mild mannered Luther crying in his arms, looking so much like a child.

"Clark, I don't know if I can take it anymore Clark! I always thought this would be a joyous occasion but I can't help but cry, all I wanted was to end our petty feud but I wasn't man enough to and now he's gone and it's all my fault! I forced him to go home, I drove him, I yelled at him and took my eyes off the road!" Luther sobbed out of hatred for himself.

"Lex, this was nobody's fault! It was an accident, you couldn't have known this would happen." Clark tried and failed to reassure his friend, his kind words were like a stake through the heart of Lex and were met with a shove and his best friend running out of the room to be by himself.