A/N: I found two more chapters I never posted for this story while organizing my computer files. So here they are. I haven't looked at these in years so...don't know how good they are.

"No one else can fix me although sometimes my heart tricks me
into thinking someone else will do
But you're the only one you are the only one," Rhett Miller

"It's strange," Lex says quietly after some time goes by and I still haven't answered him. "I saw myself changing. It was gradual; I didn't get this way over night. You must have seen it too and you were trying to help with that, but I was angry because I thought I was hiding it so well. As much as I hated my father and didn't want to be anything like him, I wanted him to love me even more. For years, I worked so hard trying to impress him, trying to prove that I deserved it, but," his voice trails off. "He died a couple of years ago and he still never said the words, 'I love you.' I don't know. I feel like I'm using him as an excuse for my behavior.

"Part of me knew, knows that the things I'm doing—the things I've already done—I knew it wasn't right, that I shouldn't do it, but I went ahead anyway. I don't want to be that person any more though."

"Okay. Look, I'll be here for you, no matter what, and I am going to help you. If you need anything, just call me." Lex takes me down a dimly lit hallway, with velvety purple carpet and into a room that looks remarkably similar to that office we used to hang out in Smallville. "I like this room," I tell him.

"Yeah, me too. You up for a game of pool?" he asks, then stands up and starts getting the table set up before I can get a chance to answer him. He already knows what I'm going to say.

"Sure." I grab a cue and stand at his side. A couple of minutes pass, and the game starts to progress. Lex doesn't say anything, neither do I. "You

Re still freaked out by the whole alien thin, aren't you?"

Lex shrugs and then tells me, "I'm not sure what to think. Technically nothing's changed. I shouldn't feel—it's just going to take me a little while to get used to things."

"I wanted to tell you. I even tried once or twice, but it never seemed like the right time. Something always went wrong. For that, I am sorry. Maybe if I had been honest things would have worked out better." I know we're both to blame for everything that's happened but I feel like I am for responsible for some reason.

When it comes to Lex, I've always thought that I have more responsibility towards him than anybody else. I should be the one to save him, every time. It's all me. If it has to do with Lex then it should be me.

"come on Clark. You weren't the only one being less than honest. We both screwed up. I don't think…I'm not sure whether any of this was avoidable. I probably would have turned out this way even if you had done everything right."

"If I had told you the truth, you would have trusted me and so when things started to go wrong, you would have come to me for my help. You would have let me help you, and I might have been able to fix everything."

Lex looks at me like he's about to start with one of his 'you think you are supposed to be in charge of helping everyone and that you have to be the one to do everything,' speech but then he stops, and says, "look, I don't wanna fight about this. Let's just try and move on instead of arguing over who was right and who was wrong."

"Do you really think we can make this thing work again?" I ask. Lex doesn't answer me. In fact he doesn't say anything. He just looks at me for a couple of minutes and then takes a shot.

"I guess that depends," he says and then pauses. I can tell that something big is coming and so while I would usually push him I just wait. "Do you really think I can change?"

"If you want to, and you're willing to work towards it, then yeah. I think you can do anything." When I say this, he gives me that look again. "Did I say something I shouldn't have?"

"No I was just—I'm still wondering. You never answered my question. How come you never gave up on me? Everyone else in my life—in the world—acts like I'm completely worthless, beyond saving, but not you. Why?"

"I don't know. The truth is, I did give up on you, sort of. A couple of days ago, I thought that you had changed, you're heart—I thought it had frozen or died or something and I know how stupid that sounds. But I loved you; I mean I still love you."

He stands there for a minute, looking a little angry or maybe frustrated. Then he drops his cue and marches up to me like he's going to hit me, but he doesn't do that. Instead he hugs me tight. Then he leans over and whispers in my ear.

"I love you too, Clark, and I'm sorry for all of the times I've hurt you, especially the past couple of days. I really screwed up and I hope you can forgive me for that." We stand, holding each other for what seems like hours. I love feeling his body up against mine again, smelling him, feeling his breath on my face, hearing his heart beating.

I missed everything about Lex. I really hope this can last. I hope he is going to go back to the way he used to be, because I'm not sure if I could handle losing him again. I just love him so much.

"This is nice," I manage to tell him after a little while longer. "I wish we could just stay like this for ever." He sort of laughs, running a hand down my left thigh, and brining his lips up to my lips.

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" he asks, pressing himself even closer to me, so I can feel his hardness. "Like this? There isn't someplace you'd rather be? Or something you'd rather be doing?"

All I can do is nod, and follow him back to the bedroom. Lex lays me on top of the covers, slowly, undoing each of buttons on my shirt, and kissing down my chest, gently.

"You know," I tell him as he slides my pants off, softly, and placing them on the floor. He leans over me, and licks my cock, once, teasing it. "I could have gotten all of our clothes off in less than thirty seconds."

"There are only about five things my father ever taught me that are in any way useful. I think the most important one was this. There is a right way and a wrong way to do…everything."

"And the right way for us to have make-up sex is for you to torture me?" I ask after the second time he teases my prick. Then he looks up and smiles at me.

"Don't be such a baby," Lex warns, his smile widening even more. "My way might take longer but trust me, you'll never go back." He's right of course. He almost always is.

Lex makes love to me twice, and both times I cum so hard, I feel like I'm going to explode. Then he lays down beside me, exhausted. He lays his head between my shoulders, breathing heavily. "Told you some" he pants, his eyes blinking closed.

Then he says, "I love you," again, so I forgive him for acting like a brat a minute ago. When he closes his eyes, this time I realize that he's about to fall asleep.

"I love you too, Lex. Everything's gonna be okay. We'll figure it out, eventually. I promise, you and me are gonna be just fine." Then he opens his eyes one last time before drifting off.

He smiles at me and says, "Okay, Clark. I trust you."