Title: "Happy Thanksgiving, Lex"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: A piece of humanity slips out from Lex Luthor.
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 8 November, 2011
Challenge/Prompt: This is the drabble version of the Clex fic I wrote for the Fanfic-Bakeoff LJ comm's November 2011 monthly competition
Disclaimer: Clark, Jonathan, and Martha Kent, Lex Luthor, all other characters mentioned within, and Smallville are οΎ© & TM DC comics and any other rightful owners, none of whom are the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

"Who wants seconds?" Martha asked, beaming at how well her guys had cleaned their plates. Their answers came in a chorus of agreement. She proudly gathered their plates and went to fill them again. She was ladling out another spoonful of dressing when a loud belch resounded. Her cheeks burning, Martha turned with her tongue poised to scold Clark only to find Clark grinning and Lex Luthor turning a vibrant red.

Lex slowly lowered his hands from covering his mouth. His blue eyes darted around the table, looking everywhere but at his hosts. "I am so sorry - " he started only to feel more heat flush his face as Jonathan Kent released a harsh bark of laughter.

"Jonathan!" Martha cried.

"Dad," Clark mumbled, "you said you'd be nice."

Jonathan stopped laughing and smiled at his family and the visitor they had both wanted but whom he didn't want anywhere near them or his home. The sheepish, young man had just proven himself to a normal human and as far different from the other Luthors Jonathan had known as he could possibly be. "It's okay." Jonathan reached over and clapped Lex's shoulder, causing the boy to look up at him from eyes wide with surprise and just a hint of fear.

Jonathan's smile brightened. "Lex, you just gave the finest compliment any one can give a cook. Translation, Martha," he glanced at his startled wife, "this is the best meal this young man has ever eaten." He glanced back at Lex. "Isn't that right, son?"

Lex nodded quickly, a smile slowly creeping over his lips. "That is right," he said, glancing from Jonathan to Martha and finally to his beloved Clark. "This is the best dinner I've ever eaten. Thank you for having me!"

Martha beamed. "Thank you for coming. Happy Thanksgiving, Lex!"

The End