Smallville drabble - it's easy to believe

Author: newtypeshadow

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Something makes it simple for him to ask, to believe, to accept.

Lex supposes it's the comic books, the meteor, the strangeness in his blood and the hairlessness that, with his name, is a badge of abnormality that makes such things easier for him to believe. It's Smallville and the kidnappings that aren't by normal people. It's the scientist in him who so easily discards, but who cannot disprove this simple question in the face of overwhelming evidence.

In the end, it all comes down to this question that he is once again asking Clark, though he is almost afraid to look fledgling reporter in the eye for the disappointment of seeing another lie cutting into the farmboy honesty and into them both. It could be everything or nothing, but Lex knows it's not nothing. It is the new life breathed into his body on the riverbank as his soul soared above the town and the clouds and the meaning of life itself; it is Clark always being in the right place at the right time, and even in the wrong place as bullets bounce off his flesh and blades bend and break, leaving bruises at most, bruises that fade hours later; it is the look on his father's face when Lex's building rose higher than his own, when the stocks and net worth calculations and public opinion polls proved the son greater than the father; it is freedom around Clark when the lies and secrets are forgotten and their smiles are identical and their laughter could carry them above the stars; it is the printout of the Fortune 500 that he is listed in the top ten of, and though Lex knew ahead of time, this tangible public proof in his seemingly calm and confident hands makes him crackle inside with electricity and contained motion; it is bursting into Clark's apartment at five thirty in the morning losing a battle to his wide smile and finding Clark floating against his ceiling five feet above the bed, and Clark's eyes when Lex dove to catch him; it is Clark's face when he stopped falling, protectively clutching Lex and hovering inches before they would have crashed through the bed and through the floor and into Mr. Burns' living room below.

It is Clark's relieved smile and bashful cherry flush, his answer when Lex asks, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a hand slowly over his bald head, "Do you believe a man can fly?" and Clark says "Humans can't, but I can."

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AN: a drabble, my first Smallville, though not first SV inspired. it just flashed in and out of my head. I was trying out different writing styles...hope you found it readable.