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: .

…..

"This is incredible…" announced Martha as she read over the morning paper, "…Why would Lex Luthor need to rob a bank?"

Jon chuckled, "I've seen some pretty strange things in my day, but this definitely takes the cake… Well, almost."

"He got away with $100,000!"

Despite being in the area at the time, witnessing it and being thrown through the window of the bank by the perpetrator. Clark sighed. "I know Lex. It wasn't him."

"Clark, I know that he's a friend of yours, but you saw him with your own eyes."

"I don't know what I saw!"

Martha shook her head, ""There must be some kind of reasonable explanation for this, I hope."

"Me too…"

Everyone's attention turned to the back door, where a clearly annoyed Lex was standing.

"… I'd hate to think I have an evil twin. My Father is enough to deal with."

"Lex, we didn't hear you pull up." Exclaimed Martha as Jon shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

Lex cautiously entered the house, holding his arms out in mock surrender, "May I come in? I promise I'm not packing heat."

"Lex, how come you're not in jail?" asked Clark, scanning the omega from head to toe… in concern of course.

Chuckling, Lex smirked, "Because I was hosting a reception for 200 fertilizer distributors in Metropolis at the time of the robbery."

It was a solid alibi and Jon knew it.

"The police have any leads?" he asked.

"None…. That's why I wanted to talk to you Clark. Your name was on the witness list. Did you actually see this person?"

"Yeah, he looked just like you."

"Except his fingerprints and signature didn't match mine. Are you sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you?"

Clark just shrugged, "What's gonna happen now? "

"Well, hopefully, the money will turn up. In the meantime, the Metropolis tabloids will have a field day and I'm sure certain people's opinions of me will be cemented in stone."

Here Lex glanced at Jon, who just rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet. "I gotta get to work."

Seeming to sense that he had crossed a line (however rightfully), Lex turned his attention back to Clark. "I'm sorry you got thrown through that window. I promise, I'm not a criminal mastermind."

Clark couldn't help but smirk at this, "I know. A criminal mastermind would have worn a mask."

Beaming Lex shook his head, "You always know how to make me feel better Clark."

….

Clark was starting to get fed up of these powers.

After the incident in gym class and the headaches that came with the vision (seeing into the girl's gym made him feel like a creep…. It was cool at first, but looking back… it was creepy)

Tina had that weird green glow around her, her Mother, who ran the local Antiques store, was acting odd…. Like, really odd.

And now someone had just tried to run his Mother over in their own truck…. Wearing his face apparently…. It was going to be one of those weeks.

…..

Later that day, as Clark tried to calm his mother down, Jon strode into the kitchen.

"Police found the truck…." He announced, "… Abandoned out by the Stewart farm."

"Did anybody else see the driver?" Clark asked.

"No."

Martha shook her head in disbelief, "I could have sworn it was you, Clark!"

"I guess I'm not the only one with a vision problem."

"I don't understand…." Jon muttered, almost to himself, before turning his attention to his wife, "How did they get your keys?"

"I have no idea. I only went into the antique- "

When Martha paused, Clark frowned in concern. "What is it, Mom?"

"Nothing…. It's just that Rose Greer was acting very strange, remember? But I found $5000 in cash under a dresser. It had a Smallville Savings and Loan band on it. She said a customer paid her, but- "

You think it's from the robbery?"

"It crossed my mind."

Jon shook his head, "Wait. Rose took your keys, turned into Clark, and then tried to run you down?"

"… You're right, it's crazy."

There was a brief silence, before Clark got to his feet and shook his head. "I don't think so."

"What?"

"I saw a flash of Tina Greer's skeleton. It was weird and green. It didn't look human! You know, like the ones you see in anatomy books?"

"That's probably because Tina was born with a soft-bone disease." Explained Martha, "They had that poor girl on all these experimental drugs. Doctors didn't believe she'd see first grade."

Jon nodded, "She did get better, right around her 3rd birthday…." He paused, a sudden thought occurring to him, which Clark was quick to notice.

"It was right after the meteor shower, wasn't it?"

"… Yeah."

Martha shook her head in disbelief, "Clark, what do you think Tina's doing?"

"I don't know. I saw the same weird skeleton flash just after the robbery… I think. I just wish I could control this!"

"What if you try focusing it, you know, like a telescope?"

Jon nodded enthusiastically, pushing himself to his feet and pulling something out of his pocket and clenching it in his feet. "Yeah, you could start with something small!" Holding his fist out in front of Clark, Jon grinned. "Try to tell me what I have in my hand right now."

"… It's your pocketknife."

Jon beamed, and revealed the pocketknife "You could see through my hand?"

"No, you always carry your knife in that pocket."

…

Lex was not having a good day…. And seeing the beta douchebag leaning against his car after he left the coffee didn't help.

"May I help you?"

The man held out his hand, "Roger Nixon, Metropolis Inquisitor."

Refusing the hand, Lex shook his head in exasperation, "Get off my car."

"It's a hell of a picture, Lex. It really boosted our sales."

Lex glanced at the paper Nixon was holding and rolled his eyes, "I've read comic books with less fiction than your rag."

"Well, how about this?" Nixon pulled out another couple sheets of people, "Is this fiction? It's your juvenile record. Fascinating reading…. Must have taken a truck of your dad's money to keep those people quiet about his naughty little omega son."

"Those records are sealed."

"I'm a resourceful guy…. I saw that picture yesterday, and it got me to thinking of a follow-up. 'Lex Luthor's Wild Youth in Metropolis'…. Does the name Club Zero ring a bell?"

Lex snarled at this, "You print one word about that, I'll sue!"

"Lawsuits take years. The genie will be out of the bottle, and all the people will know that the new and improved Lex Luthor is nothing but a façade."

Chuckling, Lex strode around to the driver's side of the car, "You know what I think, Rog? If you wanted to print that, it would already be in the paper…. I think you're looking for a payoff."

"It's a business proposition. $100,000 and these records will disappear forever."

"I'd question your integrity, but you're a journalist."

Nixon simply stared at him, handing Lex a contact card and smirking. "Did your father really think he could hide you here forever? You've got 24 hours, and this hits the front page."

Lex just sneered, quickly pulling into the traffic and speeding away.

…

"Clark, what are you doing?"

Clark turned his attention away from his football money-box and glanced over at Lex, who was walking up the steps to the top level of the barn. "I'm just trying to figure out how much change I have inside."

"… You could always take it out and count it. The traditional way, you know?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Lex chuckled, "I heard a girl got arrested at your school today? Apparently, they found the money from the robbery in her locker."

"Really?"

"Hmmmm, Tina I think her name was…. I went to see Lana earlier and apparently this girl asked her if she could live with her and Nell."

Clark thought it was odd that Lex would see Lana before him (not that he really cared of course). "Just what Lana needs…" he began slowly, "… a bank-robbing roommate."

"Well apparently Lana said no anyway… She seemed upset." Lex sighed, "I can understand. Everyone's been blaming me for the bank robbery thing…. That's why I came here. I think you're the only person who sees me for who I truly am…. I want to thank you for that."

Before Clark could react, Lex pulled him into a kiss.

It was perfect… exactly what Clark didn't even realise that he needed.

And yet, it still wasn't right.

"Wait, wait, wait…" Clark gently pushed Lex away, and stepped back, "… Are you sure about this?"

"Clark… you know I've had my eye on you, just like you've had your eye on me. Everyone around here knows it."

As Lex pulled him into another kiss, Clark heard a strange sound as Le- Tina(?!) pulled away. "I don't know how you found out about that money but you should have stayed out of my life, Clark."

With a show of strength, Tina pushed him through the barn window, straight onto the tractor down below.

…..

"Well, there's no sign of Tina or Lex." Sighed Jon as he made his way back into the barn.

Martha shook her head, "Are you positive you saw her turn back into Tina?"

"I think the meteor shower did something to her bones…." Answered Clark,

"So, she can change appearance at will?"

"Yeah, and it gives her strength. That's how she was able to throw me out of the loft."

"What should we tell the police?"

"Nothing."

Jon and Martha glanced at each other, before staring at Clark in confusion.

"Tina can turn into whoever she wants…" Clark continued, "… and I'm the only one who can tell the difference."

….

Lex sighed as he took a sip of whiskey, listening to the footsteps coming down the hall, before Nixon entered the room (a protective Mercy close behind).

"Can I fix you a drink?"

Nixon smirked, "I'd just as soon get my money and get out.

"Of course." Lex gestured at the stack of money on the desk.

"I assume I don't have to count it?"

Lex reached under the desk and chucked a duffle bag at the journalist, "I've even supplied the bag."

As Nixon started to shove the money into the bag, Lex couldn't help but say something. "You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you? You'd think with all the money my father spent, he could make things disappear."

"Maybe he's not as smart as he thinks."

Throwing a file onto the table, Nixon got to his feet. "The original…. Have a nice life."

Just before he could leave the room, Lex spoke up once again, "If you walk out that door, I will make you disappear."

Slowly turning around, Nixon smirked, "What are you going to do? You gonna have me killed?"

"No, you'll be very much alive…." Getting to his feet, Lex walked over to the pool table, "… But there won't be any evidence of your existence."

"… What are you talking about?"

"Driver's license, passport, social security number, bank account, will all be erased. With one call, I can ensure there will be no record that you actually walked this earth."

"… You're bluffing."

"Call your bank. See if your account still exists…. That is, if your cell phone hasn't already been disconnected."

Judging by the frantic beeping of buttons being pressed and the long dial tone, Nixon was too late.

"What did you do?"

"Don't worry, Roger. I'm gonna give you a new identity…. One that's a little less upstanding. Maybe a murderer. Maybe a drug dealer. Either way, you lose your job, your house and your family."

Nixon rushed over and threw the bag onto the pool table, "I'll give the money back… Then we'll be even."

"No, we won't. Because I also know your younger, omega brother works for Juvenile Court as a good little file clerk… What'd you tell him? Steal the records and you can make some quick cash?" Lex shook his head in disappointment, "He could do time for that."

"Leave him out of this!"

"… I didn't get him involved, Roger. You did." Still clutching onto his pool stick, Lex walked around the table to come face to face with the journalist, "You came into my life thinking you could shake me down because I was some spoiled, rich bratty omega who needed his Alpha daddy's protection… Trust me, when I make things disappear, they stay buried."

Nixon looked like he was going to burst into tears. "What do you want from me?"

"… Your help. My father's obsessed with the Daily Planet, but I know the Inquisitor's read by the people. They're the ones I'm interested in."

Lex grabbed a newspaper and shoved it into Nixon's chest, "I will feed you stories, you will print them. Any negative stories about me, you will kill. You will be at my disposal, 24/7."

He then strode out of the room, "Follow me."

Lex led Nixon down to the basement, switching on the light… to reveal the wreckage of his car.

"What happened to your car?"

"… I drove it off a bridge at 60 miles an hour."

Nixon frowned, "How are you still alive?"

"That's the mystery I need your help solving." Lex sighed, his eyes focusing on the windshield… with the hole that looked as though someone had punched their way through it.

…

Well, Clark and Pete were officially freaked out.

After breaking into the antique store, due to seeing a skeleton in the closet (Ha!), the pair found a female body.

"Who's that?" asked Pete, taking several steps back.

"… It's Tina's mom."

"Damn…. How'd you know she was in there?"

"Because I can see right through the door."

"Very funny, Sherlock. How do you think she died?"

"Broken neck." At Pete's incredulous look, Clark shrugged, trying to play it off. "I'm guessing."

"My call, Tina's already on a bus to Metropolis."

Spotting a piece of paper with Lana's signature written all over it on a nearby desk, Clark shook his head. "I don't think so."

Pete frowned, "Why's she writing Lana's signature?"

"You said Tina was obsessed with her. She's gonna take it to the next level."

"…. She wants to kill Lana?"

"Worse. She wants to become Lana."

…..

After defeating Tina and rescuing Lana from the crypt, Clark and several others gathered outside Lana's house. Tina had been arrested and Whitney was taking Lana into the house.

"I don't understand why a girl would do all that." Sighed Jon.

"I do…." Clark shook his head, not taking his eyes away from Lana, "… You go through life with a gift you have to keep a secret. When you see everyone around you being normal, you get jealous. You just wanna be somebody else."

As Jon walked away to talk to the ambulance crew.

"You really like her, don't you?"

Clark shrugged, his mind flashing back to the kiss he had shared with the faux Lex. Glancing at Lana's house, and using his vision to see inside, his face fell slightly at the sight of Lana and Whitney hugging. "Mom, if you could see anything, what would you do?"

"… Learn to close my eyes."