Okay, so many of you have probably seen that Lex/Clark is a pairing in my Justice League A/B/O AU series, so I decided to write a story that contained the key moments of their relationship, up until the start of Secret Origins.

I hope you enjoy it, and please read and review ?

Young Clark Face Claim: .

Lex Face Claim: .

…..

Clark often had dreams like this…. Soaring over the fields of Smallville, weaving through the trees…. And then sneaking into Lana's house.

Yes… they were creepy dreams.

However, this dream was different. This time, Lana woke up. "It's all your fault, Clark."

Her image then morphed into one of Lex, red tufts of hair loosely hanging on his head as he glared up at the Alpha. "It's all your fault Clark."

Startled by the change in image, Clark shot awake…. And fell down to his bed, breaking the back legs and sending it to the floor with a loud crash.

"Clark!" he heard his Ma call out, "We're leaving in 15 minutes, and you haven't done your chores yet!"

Slightly alarmed by the dream he had just had, Clark wearily pushed himself to his feet…. And winced at the bed.

"Nuts."

…

It was Smallville tradition to hold the Farmer's market the day after the Homecoming Dance, and as usual, Clark helped his parents on the organic food stall (and super strength was useful for nailing signs to posts).

"All hail the homecoming king and queen!" Chloe suddenly exclaimed, a slight sneer in her voice as Whitney and Lana arrived in the market

When Lana spotted Clark, she hurried over, "Clark! I didn't see you at the dance last night."

"I was…" Clark paused when he noticed the look on Whitney's face, "…I was a little tied up."

Lana clearly knew something was up, but the conversation changed when Jon came over to congratulate Whitney. "Hey, congratulations! I haven't seen an offense that good since I played!"

"Thank you, Mister Kent."

Clark hated it when this happened. He wasn't permitted to join the football team himself, so when his Father commented on the play of other teens and Alpha's in the town, he found himself getting jealous. "I'll get the rest of the boxes out of the truck." He grunted, trying not to sound too annoyed.

As he stormed away, he heard Whitney state that he would help.

"Kent! Kent!" He heard the jock call out behind him as Whitney caught up and smiled nervously at him, "You realize last night was just a joke, right?"

Silence

"I need that necklace back."

"… I don't have it."

Whitney sighed, "Look, it's Lana's favourite."

Taking slight delight in Whitney's panic, Clark smirked, "Then you'd better go to that cornfield and find it."

Without letting Whitney reply, Clark stormed away, resisting the urge to clench his fists in frustration.

Later on, as he watched Lana and Whitney say goodbye to one another, a basket of apples in his hand, he heard a familiar voice from his right side.

"Can't knock your taste in women…." Stated Len, just a hint of jealousy in his tone as he picked up an apple from the basket, "…. So, are you going to tell me what happened last night?"

Flushing slightly at the memory of Lex seeing him shirtless, Clark shrugged and placed the basket on the truck. "It was just a stupid prank."

Lex gave him an incredulous look, "You were tied to a stake in the middle of a field. Even the Romans saved that for exceptional occasions…. You could've died out there!"

"… I appreciate your help, but I just want to forget it ever happened."

Before Lex could reply, Jon strode up to the truck, a box of potatoes in his arms. "Hey, Clark, what's the holdup, son?"

"Mr. Kent…" With a polite smile on his face, clearly trying to make a good impression, Lex held out his hand "…it's good to see you."

There was a brief pause, before Jon returned the handshake. "Lex…" he then turned to Clark, "…We've gotta finish up."

"Okay, Dad."

Clark tried to apologise to Lex, but the omega just waved his hand and beamed at him. "At least I got a handshake this time."

After returning the smile, Clark rushed to catch up with his Dad…. Missing how Lex turned his attention to Lana, a mischievous smirk on his face.

…..

Seeing Whitney's car (Really? He'd already had it replaced?) on its side startled Clark…. Managing to shield both him and Whitney from the car explosion alarmed him even further.

Fire-Proof…. Apparently, he was fire-proof.

Great.

Yet another sign that he was an alien freak.

Standing on the porch of their house, Clark watched the world go by, barely moving even as Jon made his way over.

"Whitney will be all right. He's got a couple of cuts and bruises, but nothing serious."

Clark nodded in understanding, "Does he remember anything?"

"No…. Just that something smashed his truck and he woke up in the ambulance."

Another nod as Clark watched his Ma walk towards the tractor. "You need to talk to Ma, I think I really freaked her out this time."

"You also made her really proud, Clark."

There was a brief moment of silence, before Clark mustered up the courage to tell his Dad about that morning's events… well, the flying, not the creepy dream

"Something else happened to me this morning…." He whispered, "…When I woke up, I was kind of floating."

Jon frowned, "…Floating?"

"Yeah…. As soon as I woke up, I crashed." Clark shook his head, "What's happening to me?"

Sighing, Jon shrugged "I honestly don't know. Soon as you start breaking the law of gravity, we're in uncharted territory."

"… I just wish it would stop."

Seeing that his son was clearly distressed with the situation and the continued revelation of new abilities, Jon placed a gently hand on Clark's shoulder. "Look, Clark, I'm your father. I'm supposed to have all the answers and It kills me that I don't… But you've gotta have faith. We'll figure this thing out together."

In frustration, Clark shook his head, "I do… but this is happening to me and I'm scared!"

Without giving his Pa a chance to reply, Clark pulled away from Jon's gentle grip and headed back into the house.

…

"How pretty…" murmured Lex as he held the necklace up against the window, watching as the light glinted off the green, glass-like material, "… pretty, pretty, pretty."

Moving over to his desk, he placed the necklace in a small box.

"Sir?"

He turned his attention to Mercy, who was standing in the doorway.

"The car's ready…. Are you sure you should really be visiting this young lady? It seems a bit- "

"- Not another word Mercy."

…..

"Your form's good, but his gait's off."

Lana flinched when she heard the unfamiliar voice from inside the stables, twisting around to stare at the other omega.

"You might wanna check his shoes…." Quickly seeing that Lana was confused and a little bit nervous, Lex gave her his best innocent smile, "… Lex Luthor, a friend of your aunt."

Lana shook her head as she led the horse past Lex, "Sneaking up like that you're lucky you didn't get kicked."

"Yeah…. You must be Lana. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"We've already met."

Lex raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "I seriously doubt I'd forget meeting you…. I have a good memory for faces."

"You… were a little preoccupied at the time."

"I get the feeling I didn't make a great first impression?"

Unbuckling the saddle, Lana grinned. "When I was 10, I went to Metropolis for a riding competition. Your father invited us to stay over. My aunt said you had an indoor pool and I went to check it out… I found you and a girl skinny-dipping."

Instantly, Lex winced at this, knowing he was blushing slightly. If he remembered correctly, it may have been the time where he was desperate to prove to his Father that he could pretend to be an Alpha…. And that included taking heavy suppressants and feeling up omega girls much to his disgust.

"I think you were teaching her the breaststroke." Lana continued, a sly smirk on her face.

Distantly, Lex did remember a young girl gasping and running up the stairs to the main floor. "That was you? Wow…. You're all grown up now."

'Yeah Lex' he thought to himself, 'try not to sound too creepy.'

Deciding that the conversation of Clark should wait for another, less embarrassing time, Lex moved to leave the stables…. Until he came across a large trophy and medal cabinet.

"Very impressive."

Lana groaned under her breath as she made her way over, "It's tacky, but it makes my aunt happy."

Understanding how parents and guardians often enjoyed their children's success (although Lionel was less forthcoming with his praise), Lex nodded. Scanning his eyes over the pictures, he noticed a familiar jewel.

"That's an unusual necklace."

"Thanks… It's very special to me."

"How come you're not wearing it?"

Briefly, Lana brushed her hand against her neck as though just realising that it was missing. "… I lent it to my boyfriend."

"Lucky guy! Alpha?"

Nod.

"What's his name?" As he said this, Lex hoped to hell that Clark Kent was the name that came out of her mouth.

"Whitney Fordman."

"… The kid that Clark saved today?"

Raising her eyebrow at Lex's casual use of Clark's first name, Lana tactfully nodded. "Just came back from seeing him. He's lucky Clark was there…. Something you can identify with I believe."

Hoping to hell that he wasn't blushing, Lex nodded in agreement. "Yeah… I know the feeling of being thankful for Clark Kent. I don't understand you Lana…"

"Oh?"

Lex nodded, "This town is full of betas, with a handful of alphas and omegas. Why would you go for the alpha who throws a football around, instead of the alpha who's nice and saves lives?"

"For someone who just moved here, you've got a lot of opinions."

Len smirked at this, knowing that he'd struck a nerve. "You just seem more interesting than going for the stereotypical alpha…. While you're nursing your boyfriend back to health ask him what he was doing before the big game."

"… He was with me."

"Are you sure?"

Lana was clearly thinking back, her face twisting in confusion, which only made Lex smirk harder. "Never-mind…. I can see you've made your choice…. Tell your aunt I stopped by."

Without giving her a chance to replay, Lex turned away from Lana and headed out of the stable, going back to his car.

…

When he arrived back at the manor, Hope was there to greet him and Mercy. "Mister Kent is here, in the East Wing drawing room Sir…" she drawled, "… cute kid. I didn't know you were robbing cradles now."

Mercy sniggered as Lex rolled his eyes, "You two wait…. I have the highest level of patience and I can wait."

Ignoring how they both gave him disbelieving stares, Lex quickly strode towards the drawing room, grinning when he saw Clark examining his table that was covered in medieval figurines. "Save any lives on your way over?" he asked in a teasing tone, smiling when Clark grinned sheepishly at the statement, "You keep it up, and you could make a career out of it."

"Just dropping off your produce…." Chuckled Clark, "…Sorry my parents gave you a hard time."

Lex shrugged, "It's alright. If push came to shove, I would have arm-wrestled them for it."

Laughing, Clark gestured at the medieval set-up. "Planning an invasion?"

"… My father gave it to me when I was 9."

"Cool gift."

The naivety of it caused Lex to shake his head and smile at Clark. "It wasn't a gift, it was a strategy tool."

Clark frowned in confusion, "Why couldn't it be just…. Toys?"

"Oh, when I hand it down to any children I have, it will be… but my father equates business with war. Take the Battle of Troy... It started because two men were in love with the same woman. Kind of like you and the quarterback?"

"Not really, but- "

"- That's why he strung you up in that field isn't it?"

"If we're at war, which we're not…Whitney's pretty much won."

Lex smirked at this, taking careful not of each and every denial, "You lost one battle Clark, that's all. Besides… I don't believe Lana is as infatuated as you think."

Shaking his head, Clark rolled his eyes, "He's the Captain of the football team. The town treats him like a god and Lana's a very traditional omega…. She prefers the big, strong Alphas rather than Alphas like me. Game over, so I'm backing away and- "

"- If you hadn't pulled him out of that truck, your problems would be solved."

Silence.

Laughing at the shocked look on Clark's face, Lex shook his head. "I'm kidding, of course!" Heading over to the mantelpiece, he picked up the box with the necklace in it, "Don't worry, Clark, I've got your Trojan horse right here."

As soon as he opened up the box to reveal the necklace, Clark went pale, taking a step back, causing Lex to frown in concern. "Clark, you okay?"

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine."

What was it about this necklace…. How could it affect Clark so much? In the corn field, he showed the same symptoms, until he was suddenly fine. With the mini experiment over and done with, Lex shut the box and colour returned to Clark's cheeks.

"That's a cool box…." Stated Clark, clearly trying to change the subject, "… What's it made of?"

"…Lead. My mother bought it in a Casbah in Morocco. The seller told her it was made from the armour of St. George, patron saint of Boy Scouts. She gave it to me before she took my sister and left Father… I think she was trying to send me a message."

"… Why didn't she take you?"

"Father… convinced her that I should stay with him." Not wanting to discuss the subject any further, Lex tried to hand Clark the box, only for the Alpha to back away.

"I-I can't take that."

"… What is it about Kent's and gifts? It's yours." Striding up the Clark, Lex grinned, "Hand it to Lana and tell her what happened. Trust me, once she opens it, you'll win her heart. That necklace gives you the power, Clark. All you've gotta do is use it."

There was a brief silence as Clark allowed the box to be placed in his hands, smirking as he realised what Lex was trying to tell him. "Alright… but I'm doing this to get one over on Whitney. Nothing more."

….

Lana knew she was breaking away from being the stereotypical omega, but at that present moment in time, she didn't care.

Whitney could go to hell for all she cared.

First, he hung Clark, one of the sweetest Alpha's she had ever known (not that she knew many) up in a corn-field as a 'prank' and then he lost her prized necklace and clearly didn't plan on telling her.

Bastard.

Now, she'd been confronted by Greg, who took offense at her wanting to see Clark and apologise for Whitney's actions. He saw it as her choosing Clark over him and his English Paper… ridiculous.

Pushing thoughts of Greg out of her mind, Lana hurried to the Kent farm.

…

The box certainly was beautiful…. But the necklace inside was turning out to be deadlier than Clark originally anticipated.

Leaning on a fence, Clark slowly opened up the box, holding a hand over the green crystal and watching as his hand turned grey and began to shake uncontrollably.

As his veins started to turn green and the pain grew to an unbearable level, Clark slammed the box lid shut. Within seconds, the pain was gone and his hand was back to normal.

Strange.

Quickly, Clark made his way up to the loft of the barn… only to stop in his tracks when he saw Lana near his telescope. Making a snap decision, he hid the box under a tea towel.

He needed to know more about that crystal.

"Lana?"

Lana span around and smiled at him, "Your mom said I could wait here. I hope you don't mind…. This is an amazing place."

"My dad built it. He calls it my 'fortress of solitude'"

Lana chuckled at this, before gesturing at the telescope. "I didn't know you liked astronomy."

"T-That's a hobby."

"… You can see my house from here."

Immediately flushing at this, Clark attempted to appear shocked, "No. Really?" Moving the telescope slightly, he tried to change the subject. "You know… We've lived a mile apart all our lives, and you've never come over."

"And you're wondering what I'm doing here now."

"Not that I don't enjoy the company, but… yes, I was."

"I found out about what Whitney did to you, the whole… scarecrow thing. I came to apologize."

Clark shook his head and smiled, "It's not your fault. Forget about it."

"I can't. He had no right to do that to you… And you turn around and save his life."

"I appreciate you coming over, but you're not the one who should be apologizing."

"… I didn't come here to defend him, I came here to see you."

"Who told you?"

"Lex Luthor. He dropped some bread crumbs, and I followed the trail."

Clark knew he was flushing at this revelation, turning his head away as he resisted the urge to beam.

"I'm glad he did, Clark…" continued Lana earnestly, "… he's a good… friend for you. You're lucky. Friendship like that is rare."

Chuckling, his mind flashing back to the warm smile Lex had on his face during their previous conversation, Clark sighed. "Lex is definitely one of a kind… What are you gonna do?"

"I'm not sure… I thought I knew Whitney, but now I wonder what else I've been blind to… He even lost my favourite necklace."

Clark's eyes darted towards the lead box, as he shifted uncomfortably. "Can't you get it replaced?"

Shaking her head, Lana tapped her chest where the crystal of the necklace usually lay, "Sounds weird, but it's made from a bit of the meteor that killed my parents. Nell had it made, gave it to me the day she officially adopted me…. She told me that life is about change. Sometimes it's painful sometimes it's beautiful. But most of the time it's both."

Clark couldn't find anything to say, as Lana smiled sadly at him. "I'd better go…. I'm glad you're okay, Clark."

Nodding his thanks, Clark watched her leave… before turning his attention back to the lead box.

What was he going to do about that?"

…..

As he mused over the problem, day quickly turned to night and Jon could be heard down below, probably trying to fix the blades of the harvester.

"Need a hand, Dad?"

Jon grinned, "That's the best idea I've heard all night."

As Clark made his way towards the stairs, he heard a strange clicking, hissing noise, before something dropped down in the shadowed corner and leapt at him, pinning him to the ground.

In the seconds before Clark propelled him into the rafters, the Alpha noticed that it was a person…. A familiar person.

"Clark?" He heard his Pa call out as he prepared himself for another attack from above, "Clark, what happened? Are you all right?"

"… There's someone in the rafters."

Immediately, Jon grabbed his torch and gestured for Clark to grab another one before the pair scanned the rafters. For a few moments, it appeared as though nobody was there…. Until Job heard a hissing sound and waved the torch in that direction.

Someone was there.

Before Jon could react, the person leapt at him, pushing him through the wooden railings that lay directly above the blades of the harvester.

"Pa!"

To Clark, it seemed as though this was all happening in slow motion. His Pa was falling to his death and he knew that he had to do something. Racing over, Clark leapt and caught Jon, positioning himself so that he landed on the blades instead of his Pa.

Quickly, Jon got to his feet, clambering off his stunned son and pulling him up…. Leaving behind some severely dented blades.

"What in the hell just happened?" asked Jon, as he continued to stare at the blades, thankful for Clark's abilities at that time.

Clark didn't reply, scanning the torch around.

Whatever it was, it was gone.

…..

"I never saw anybody move like that." Jon sighed wearily as Martha scanned him up and down in concern.

"Did you see him?" Martha asked.

"He came off the ceiling at me. It was almost as if he- "

"- Wasn't entirely human?" interrupted Clark, who remained tense, "I saw his face. I think it was Greg Arkin."

"I haven't heard that name in a long time! You and Pete used to hang out with him in grade school."

Jon nodded in agreement, "Why would he want to hurt you?"

"…. I don't know."

"Are you still friends?"

"I pass him in the halls…. But people change."

"His mother used to keep him on a short leash but I can't believe he'd hurt a fly."

Clark chuckled at that, "Maybe that's because he was too busy collecting them and every other bug."

"Kids don't leap off the ceiling and attack people Clark…" sighed Jon wearily.

"I know…" Clark shined the torch to the ceiling to reveal green goop on the rafters, in the shape of footprints, "But how do you explain that?"

"… I don't know, seems kind of out there."

Martha chuckled at this, "This, coming from the man who's been hiding a spaceship for the last 12 years."

Jon couldn't help but agree with her on that one as she left the barn. "…It's not that I don't want to believe you, Clark." He sighed, "I'm having trouble getting my head around this one."

"Pa, you ever wonder why all these weird things happen in Smallville?"

"Every town has its share of tall tales."

"Except here they're all true…."

Jon turned to face his son in confusion as Clark went to sit on the stairs, "… Chloe showed me this wall. It was covered with all these articles she collected about all the weird stuff that's happened since the meteor shower… It's all my fault."

Scoffing, Jon shook his head. "If you're talking about 50-pound tomatoes and two-headed calves then I got a better explanation for you… Luthor-Corp! God only knows what that fertilizer plant's been pumping out over the last 12 years."

"… Luthor-Corp didn't kill Lana's parents." Sighed Clark, trying not to sound too annoyed that his Pa was lashing out at Lex- no…. Luthor-Corp once again.

"Neither did you, son. You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over!"

"I know…. But I still feel responsible."

Jon sighed, ruffling Clark's hair and sitting himself by the teen, "What happened to Lana's parents was a terrible tragedy. But no matter how many extraordinary gifts you have you will never be able to change that."

"How do I make this feeling go away?"

"You can't…. But that's what makes you human."

…

It was official…. Greg Arkin was another victim of the meteor shower… albeit, indirectly through his swarms and swarms of bugs that had been exposed to the meteors, only to be captured and kept in Greg's room.

Which led to where he, Pete and Chloe were now… standing outside Greg's family home. Peering in through the glass, "Doesn't look like anyone's home…." Sighed Chloe.

Pete nodded. "It's a mess. Remember what a neat freak his mom was?"

Chuckling, Clark sighed. "Yeah…. She used to make us take off our shoes. One time I forgot, and she yelled at me.

"Is that what broke up the friendship?" asked Chloe.

"No…His parents got divorced, and he stopped calling."

"Which sucked…." Groaned Peter, "… He had a killer tree fort his dad built!"

"It was okay."

"Clark never liked it… He used to get dizzy just walking over there."

Chloe frowned, "How come?"

"He was afraid of heights."

"Actually, I didn't believe it was structurally sound!"

As Pete and Clark bickered, Chloe investigated the house further, only to find a window open. "You guys, come here!"

…

What they found in the house, made them all queasy.

Skin in the bath, a TV that was playing homemade videos of Lana (and Clark thought his telescope was creepy) …. And a silk cocoon that contained the body of Greg's mother, the blood and innards drained from her body.

Lana was in danger. And despite his fluctuating feelings for her, Clark wouldn't just let Greg hurt her.

However, upon arriving at the stables where Lana frequently went, only Whitney was there.

"Greg's got her…." Groaned the other alpha, as he clutched at his head.

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure. Greg threw me against the wall like it was nothing and grabbed Lana. I've never seen somebody that strong."

"Where did he go?"

"I think he headed to off into the woods."

Clark thought to himself for a few moments, before nodding in determination. "I know where he's going."

"Great, I'll drive."

"You know the old foundry?"

"That got hit by the meteor shower?"

"Follow the dirt track."

"How do you know he's there?"

"Greg collected bugs there when we were kids."

Before Whitney could reply, Clark sped away, knowing that he needed to get there before Greg could follow through with his desires to mate with Lana

…..

With Lana encased in a lighter cocoon, and Greg being freakishly strong and quick (but who was Clark to judge), Clark was starting to re-think his original decision to go in alone.

Especially as the foundry housed several meteor rocks.

"You haven't changed at all Clark!" laughed Greg, who'd just finished knocking Clark around with a steel pipe, "You still get sick around this place, just like when we were kids…. Did you know the Buffalo ant can lift 30 times its own body weight?"

Clark really hated this guy…. Getting thrown to the other end of the foundry really hurt.

From there, it was a case of playing hide and seek, scurrying around until he suddenly felt the effects of the meteor leave him, just after he'd crawled into a metallic box. "Lead…" he whispered, "... It's lined with lead."

"Give it up, Clark! You can't fight natural law! Only the strong survive!"

Sneaking up behind Greg, taking advantage of the momentary release from the sickness, Clark grabbed the other teen and slammed him up against the box.

"Did you think you could hide from me Clark?!"

Clark chose not to reply, throwing Greg into a large steel beam that was near a pulley system. Unfortunately, this meant that when Greg pulled on a chain, the pulley was activated and another large piece of metal swung down and squashed him against the beam…. Leaving behind millions of creepy crawly bugs.

…..

Being a hero really sucked.

Letting Whitney appear like the hero sucked…. But it was the right thing to do.

Leaving the crystal necklace on Lana's door-knob was also the right thing to do.

It still sucked.