A/N sorry this took so long the next part will be out a lot sooner.

Pete POV

Lex takes four steps towards the balcony he stops hand on the balcony door. Turning his eyes meet mine, cool gray, wide, slightly shocked.

"He Flew" the words leave Lex's mouth in a near whisper. He moves closer to the balcony rail, head tilled up watching the empty sky. He turns to look back at me. "Pete he flew off my balcony."

"Yeah I saw."

"He can fly." He walks back into the room closing the balcony door behind him.

"Yeah I know." I pour another shot of brandy and hand the glass to Lex. He downs it in one smooth swallow. Eyes closed head tilted back. I take the glass from his hand. He sucks in a deep breath mouth forming the word fly.

"Are you okay."

He is quite for awhile "Fine. Just fine he was going to have to know one day." He pauses for a moment. Opening his eyes he turns back to the balcony. "Do you think Conner will be able to fly?" He sounds almost wishful. I bit my lip to keep from laughing I forget how big a geek Lex can be.

"He is going to the farm. We should call the Kents."

"You call, let them know what happened. I'm, going to cheek on Conner." He leaves the room before I can reply. He seems off, not mad but definitely not normal. I was expecting anger but things between Clark and Lex always brought out the unknown factor. I flip open my phone and hit the button for the Kents. Jonathan answers on the fifth ring sounding tried and annoyed.

"What"

"Clark coming home."

"What"

"He met Conner. He had some words with Lex. He's heading home right now. Jumped off the balcony and took off."

Jonathan is quite for a moment "You sure he's coming here."

"Where else would he go?"

"You're right. I'll go warn Martha. You boys coming down later today?"

"If Lex thinks it's best."

"Tell him to give me a call."

"No prob Mr. k."

"Goodnight Pete." I hang up sticking the phone in my back pocket and walk down the hall to Conner's room.

Lex sits on the floor by Conner bed. Long legs tucked under him, hands folded in his lap, eyes focused on the sleeping boy. There was a time when I didn't trust Lex. There was a time when I saw Lex trying to rock a crying baby to sleep while trying to drink his coffee and type up a report. There was a time when I came to understand the many faces of Lex and learn them to be false. This was Lex the man who sat and watched his son sleep.

I step into to the room he looks up as I sit next to him.

"Jonathan thinks you should come to the farm later."

"When Conner wakes up we'll go. He hasn't seen them in a few weeks. it's about time for visit"

"I'm sorry I didn't call you before I went to the club."

"It's not your fault." He smirks at me. "Well not all your fault. This was bound to happen sooner or later. I was hoping for later … years later but this can be dealt with."

I nod. We sit for awhile watching Conner's chest rise and fall. I want to ask him how he is going to deal with Clark. I don't. Giving his shoulder a brief squeeze, I stand and leave the room. Head down the long hall to the guest room and let myself fall back into the bed. The image of Clark's eyes wide with hurt behind my eyelids.