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: .

….

"Man, I don't know how I let you talk me into this." Grumbled Pete as he and Clark made their way through the corridors of the nursing home.

"I've told you, every student needs to complete"

"Yeah. But we could have served our community by lifeguarding a girls' swim class instead of hanging out with the denture crowd. I mean, what's the attraction?"

Before Clark could talk about the benefits of helping the older community, Lana appeared from around the corner, pushing a cart full of books, grinning at the sight of them. "Hi, Clark, Pete."

"Lana, I didn't know you were volunteering here!" Clark exclaimed, nudging Pete when he grunted in disbelief.

"Yeah, for a couple of weeks now. You part of the companion program?"

Clark nodded, "I'm reading with Cassandra?"

"Ah, she's an interesting woman. Some of the nurses say she can see the future."

As Lana walked away, Clark shook his head at his best friend, who was giving him some very significant looks.

…

"It takes two of you to read to me now, does it?"

Clark and Pete startled as the blind woman suddenly spoke up.

"Don't just stand there, come in."

Clark and Pete quickly made their way inside as Clark frowned. "How'd you know there were two of us?"

"Well, I'm blind, not deaf. I heard your little friend's shoes squeaking all the way down the hall."

"Can you really tell the future?"

Rolling his eyes, Clark once again nudged his friend in the side, "Way to go, Pete, real subtle."

"What's your name?" Cassandra asked Pete.

"Pete Ross."

"Mr. Ross, if you want your fortune told go to the circus…." Suddenly, she dropped her book of braille to the ground, groaning to herself. When Pete went to pick it up, she grasped his hand and suddenly went quiet. When she finally released her grip, she smirked at Pete.

"It's a long walk home, Mr. Ross. Check your pockets."

When Pete did as he was told, he groaned, "Oh, man. I locked my keys in the car… Dude, you're on your own."

Once Pete was gone, Cassandra turned her unseeing gaze to Clark. "Now, what's your name?"

….

Less than half an hour later, as Clark was reading through Pride and Prejudice, Cassandra suddenly started to cough, clearly struggling to catch her breath.

"W-W-Water, please." She spluttered, waving towards the jar of the water near the window. When Clark tried to hand her the glass, their fingers connected and Cassandra stiffened, her mouth falling open as the glass fell the floor and shattered.

"What's wrong?" Clark asked in concern.

Cassandra was silent for a few more moments, her fingers running softly along his cheeks before she pulled them away. "Someone close to you is going to die…." She gasped, "… Very soon."

….

Later on, when Clark was watching his parents work with the electric saw, Cassandra's words played over and over again in his mind.

"Hey guys…." He called out, "… When you need this kind of stuff done, ask me. That's why I'm here."

Martha frowned, "Something bothering you, Clark?"

"I-I think we should start putting safety first. If you haven't noticed, this stuff is dangerous!"

Jon rolled his eyes at this and chuckled, "Yeah, well, this is a farm. It kind of goes along with the territory…."

Clark didn't answer him.

"… Seriously, son, what's going on?"

"At the retirement centre I met this old, blind lady… I know it sounds crazy, but she can see the future."

Martha frowned, "What did she tell you?"

"That someone very close to me will die soon."

Once again, Jon rolled his eyes, "Listen, Clark, you can't let some old lady scare you with a half-baked prediction. I mean, she probably just does it to scare the nurses anyway."

"She told Pete he'd be walking home, seconds later he realized that he locked his keys in his car!"

"No one can tell the future Clark. "Martha sighed.

"What if she can? What if she told me because I can do something about it?"

"Then she should have given you more information: name, time, place!"

Jon nodded in agreement with his wife, "Yeah, and even if she can predict the future, she can't control it. Nobody can."

…

As he, Lana and Chloe made their way into The Talon, Lana was still fretting over losing a member of the care home.

"It's not your fault, Lana." Sighed Clark, as they made their way to a table.

"Do you know anyone else who's lost an entire old person in a wheelchair?!"

Chloe chuckled at this, "Nope, that's pretty impressive, even by Smallville standards."

"Maybe he was kidnapped?"

Lana shook her head, "Who'd want to kidnap Harry? He's just a harmless old man."

"Maybe a koi turned into a piranha and ate him!"

Clark and Lana both turned to Chloe and frowned as she shrugged, "Hey, you asked for my help. I'm just thinking out of the box!"

"I like your theory."

They all turned their attention to the table behind them, where a young, beta blonde man sat. Chloe rolled her eyes, "You might want to work on your eavesdropping technique."

"Sorry. I'm new in town… I just heard this is where young people congregate."

Chloe frowned at the strange wording, "Yeah, we congregate here often."

Holding out his hand, Clark shook hands with the young man, "Hi, I'm Clark. The rude beta's Chloe, and this is- "

"- Lana Lang."

When Lana frowned, the young man gestured towards her chest, "Nametag was a big clue… So good luck finding your missing old person."

When the young man turned back around, Chloe tried to change the conversation away from missing old people and creepy teens.

…

Later on that afternoon, Clark was unloading the Kent groceries at the Luthor manor, watching as a black Lotus sped around the corners of the dirt path that led up to the house. Clark frowned in concern as the car screeched to a stop and Lex stepped out.

Cassandra did say someone close to him.

"You might consider rounding those curves at a speed that won't break the sound barrier."

Lex grinned, "Where's the fun in that?"

"Seriously. You could get hurt!"

"… Why the sudden interest in my health?"

Clark was silent for a few moments, before he headed towards the doorway of the manor, "I met this woman at the retirement centre, and she can kind of see the future."

"She tell you your future?"

"Not exactly. She said someone very close to me would…."

Clark trailed off and Lex found himself stepping closer and placing a comforting hand on the teens shoulder, "- Die?"

"I know it sounds nuts but when you talk to her, it's like she really knows."

"Come on Clark, she knows when she has a good audience!"

Rolling his eyes as they made their way inside, Clark shook his head. "You sound like my parents."

"That's gotta be a first."

As they made their way into Lex's office, Clark continued. "Lex, I think this woman is the real deal."

"Well, then the question you gotta ask yourself is: Do you really want to know the future?"

"Don't you wish you knew how it was all gonna turn out?"

Popping open a bottle, Lex rolled his eyes. "Life's a journey. I don't want to go through it following a road map."

"…. It still wouldn't kill you to drive more slowly."

"Why?" Lex beamed at Clark, "I have you as a friend. You changed my future once, right?"

The two stared at each other for a few minutes, before Clark sighed. "I've… I've got some more deliveries to make."

Before Clark could leave the room, Lex spoke up again. "You never told me this woman's name."

"Thought you weren't interested?"

"Maybe I'll ask her for some stock tips."

"… Cassandra Carver."

…..

Later on that day, as he made his way to Cassandra's room, Clark found himself pondering his recent conversation with Lana.

Harry was a murderer…. And now he was loose.

But what could an old man do?

Standing in the doorway of Cassandra's room, Clark jumped when the elderly lady suddenly spoke up.

"Are you gonna come in or not, Mr. Kent?"

"How do you do that?"

Cassandra chuckled, "When one sense goes the others get heightened…. I must admit, after yesterday, I thought I'd never see you again…. Sit."

"…. What you told me I can't get out of my head."

"Imagine how I feel…. When it first started happening I thought it was a curse. I kept getting snapshots of things I couldn't control."

"When did they start?"

"When I first lost my sight…. It's funny. I woke up that morning like any other." She sighed wearily, "Then the meteors came. One hit a field behind my house, the flash burnt my optic nerves."

"… I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

Clark resisted the urge to correct her. The meteor shower was caused by his arrival to Earth…. And they had affected so many people.

"It's amazing how one moment can change your life forever." Cassandra continued, smiling to herself.

"My friends and family, they think that you're- "

"- A fraud?" Cassandra chuckled at this, "People are afraid of the unknown, Clark. They only want to know if everything's gonna turn out all right…. I can't guarantee that. What I can show you are signposts on your journey. What you do with them is up to you."

Clark shook his head at this. "I've got so many questions in my life, I just want some answers."

There was a brief moment of silence, before Cassandra waved him over, encouraging him to sit next to her on the bed. "Closer…. Now, take my hand."

It took a few seconds, but eventually Cassandra's grip tightened and she began to shake… the Clark found him kneeling in the local cemetery.

Rain poured down from the heavens, drenching his clothes.

But he wasn't worried about that…. not when he saw his Father's name carved into a gravestone in front of him. Twisting around, he saw his Mother's name written on another…. Then Pete's…. then Chloe's…. then Lana's…. and then Lex's.

"No…." he gasped, starting to hyperventilate, "No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The vision then came to an end, and Clark pulled away. "No!"

"You saw that too…." Cassandra sighed, "…. Clark I- "

But Clark was gone.

….

The following morning, Clark couldn't help but remember every little detail of the vision…. And that was what it was, no matter what his parents said.

"Clark, maybe you were having some kind of hallucination." Martha tried to explain.

"It wasn't a hallucination, it was a glimpse of the future…. My future."

Jon frowned, "And you saw an endless graveyard?"

"Like I was the last person on earth."

"Look, son, I don't know what you did or didn't see, but, come on you gotta consider the source."

Nodding in agreement, Martha placed a comforting hand on her son's shoulder, "Your dad's right. We don't know anything about her."

"I know she lost her vision in the meteor shower!"

Jon threw his hands up into the air in exasperation. "And that makes it so that she can predict the future?"

"Is it so crazy? I'm hit by a car and I'm fine, I walk through fire and I'm okay! What's next?"

"You can't let this one image consume your whole life." Begged Martha.

"What if it is my destiny, to outlive everyone that I love?" Clark turned away from his parents, "I don't wanna be alone. How could I even think about having a family of my own, if I'm just going to outlive them all?!"

There was a brief moment of silence as Jon and Martha glanced at each other.

"Clark." Sighed Jon, "I don't know what your future holds."

"I think this woman has the answers!"

"The only person who controls your destiny is you."

"Well, right now I don't feel like I have control of anything!"

….

Lex wasn't the biggest fan of nursing homes… the older generation was too traditional sometimes and if he heard the phrase "You should settle down with some nice Alpha" one more time, he was going to scream.

Strolling through the gardens, Lex spotted an elderly lady seated at a garden table, running her fingers over a braille newspaper.

"Cassandra Carver?"

"…. Do those expensive shoes come with a name?"

Lex couldn't help but chuckle at this, "Lex Luthor."

"Of Luthor Everything Incorporated?"

Again, a chuckle escaped him as he took a seat opposite her, "More or less."

"And what does the saviour of Smallville want with an old, blind woman?"

The statement should have been sarcastic, but Cassandra had a warm smile on her face, that lowered Lex's defences.

"You seem to have made an impression on my friend Clark."

"Friend… hmmmm." Cassandra didn't believe him, "So you came to see for yourself?"

"Clark's not stupid. If he says you know things there must be something that made him think that."

Cassandra smiled and removed her glasses, "What gives me the feeling you're not here for stock tips, Mr. Luthor?"

"Please…call me Lex." Lex leaned forwards, "I was hoping you could give me some insight into Clark?"

"Hmmm, and you call him a friend, do you?"

"He saved my life, but he's also a mystery."

Cassandra chuckled at this, "Most Alpha's are…. That's what makes them interesting."

"I'm willing to treat this as a professional service."

"Save your money, Lex…" Cassandra sighed, "… I can't tell you about Clark even if I wanted to. I can only tell the future of the person I touch."

She held out her hand and waited patiently…. Lex could only stare at it.

"… I don't need to know my future." He eventually blurted.

"Why? Because your father already has it mapped out for you?"

Ouch.

"I believe we make our own destiny." Lex stated, trying to keep any negative emotions out of his voice.

"And don't you want a glimpse of what it is you'll make? Maybe I'll see your friend Clark, or maybe I'll see something else?"

There was a brief moment of silence, before Lex got to his feet. "Goodbye, Ms. Carver…. It's been enlightening."

As he walked away, he heard her voice from behind him;

"Come back again…. When you're ready."

…

"Clark, we got your message."

Clark was startled out of his thoughts as he stared out of the window of the barn loft.

"Hey, where were you? I thought we were all supposed to meet at the Torch."

"Sorry…" Clark sighed, "… I didn't mean to blow you guys off."

"Will the lovely Ms. Lang be joining us?"

Thinking back to the conversation they'd had Clark shook his head, "No, I think she had enough weirdness for one day. What have you got?"

Unfolding the paper Peter gestured to the front cover, "Guy was found dead in his house. He was blindfolded and strangled with a piano wire."

"Which is the same signature Harry Volk used in 1945!" Chloe was really excited by this news.

"Sounds like a copycat."

"A copycat of a murder that happened the original killer disappears? I don't think so!"

Clark shook his head, "Harry's in a wheelchair. Not exactly in prime condition to go on a crime spree."

"Well, I found this picture of Harry from the '40s." She handed him an old newspaper clipping with a familiar face on it.

"Looks like the kid we saw in the Beanery!" Clark exclaimed.

Pete frowned, "Maybe he's got a grandson or something?"

"Or maybe it's Harry!"

Shaking his head at Chloe's statement, Clark sighed. "I don't think we should start looking for time machines just yet."

"Okay, fine. Where do you think we should start?"

"If someone is following in Harry's footsteps, maybe they sent him fan mail?"

….

As they entered the nursing home, intending to search Harry's room for any clues, Cassandra waved Clark over, having clearly heard their voices from down the corridor.

"The other night you left in a hurry…." She sighed, "… Sit. I hoped you'd come back."

"I'm sorry…. You saw that Whatever it was."

"I always see them. The question is, how did you?"

Clark frowned in confusion, "I don't know. Wasn't I supposed to?"

"Nobody ever has." Cassandra shook her head in amazement.

"Why me?"

"Because we both know you're… not like other people."

"Sure I am!"

"No, Clark, I've seen you…. Before we ever met."

Before Clark could say anything, Cassandra continued. "More than once, I've touched people and I've seen such pain and despair and- But then you were there and the pain was gone… I think that's your destiny, Clark. To help people, to save them from fear and darkness!"

"How?"

Cassandra shrugged, "Well, that's for you to figure out. You can fear the future or you can embrace it. The choice is yours."

She held out her hand again, and waited for Clark to take it.

When he did, the images he saw were different. This time, he saw people crying out in pain and fear, some surrounded by fire as glass crashed into little tiny pieces.

"Who are they?" Clark blurted out as he pulled away

"People who need your help."

"H-How can I help them if I don't know who they are?!"

Cassandra sternly glared at him, "I'm not a radio. I don't pick up continuous transmissions…. That's all I have."

"… I'll figure it out."

As Clark stood up, Cassandra caught his attention again.

"Clark…. Your secret's safe with me."

Nodding his thanks, Clark then headed to Harry's room. "You guys have any luck?" he asked.

Chloe shook her head, "No fan mail, just a bunch of old news clippings from the Smallville Ledger. Obituaries, articles."

"Guy's been obsessed with Smallville for 50 years." Pete sighed, as Clark's eyes focused on a picture in one of the news clips.

"Clark, is something wrong?"

"It's her."

"It's who?"

"I've gotta go!"

Before his friends could say anything, Clark raced out of the room, and headed towards the Talon.

….

After saving the waitress (and ruining his jacket by having the bottom of the truck scraping over his jacket), Clark had broken a knife with his chest and taken Harry down with ease.

"Zoe's gonna be okay, but that truck driver could have sworn he hit you." Martha sighed later that evening, "Don't worry, he's not asking any questions."

"Is that kid in jail?" Jon asked, sighing in relief.

"No, he's in the hospital overnight for observation."

Clark personally believed the beta should be in jail, but each to their own. "Does Zoe know why he wanted to kill her?"

"She's just grateful you happened to come along."

Raising an eyebrow, Jon frowned at Clark, "Is that what you told the police?"

"Well…. I figured they wouldn't want to hear I got a vision from an old, blind lady."

"I'm not sure how I feel about Cassandra." Marth sighed.

"Mom, she's my friend! She told me my destiny was to help people."

"You don't think she knows your secret?"

The silence told them all that they needed to know.

"I don't think you should see her anymore."

"If I hadn't seen her, Zoe would be dead!"

"Your destiny may be to protect people, but ours is to protect you and that's gotta come first, okay?"

At the stern tone in his Pa's voice, Clark chose to remain silent, turning away to nibble on his toast. There were a few moments of silence, before Martha suddenly clicked her fingers in remembrance. "I almost forgot…. Lex called for you earlier. He wants to see you."

….

When Clark made his way to the Luthor mansion that evening, he was immediately greeted by the rich omega, before being led to the garage.

"So…." Clark began, frowning at the dark garage, "… My mom said you called?"

All the lights suddenly switched on to reveal a familiar looking car.

"I-Is this the Porsche from- I don't understand. Why do you still have it?"

As he walked around the car, Lex sighed, "I once read about a rich man who survived a hotel fire. He hung onto the ledge for an hour before the fire department rescued him. Afterwards, he bought the hotel. Always stayed in that room…. When they asked him why, he said he figured fate couldn't find him twice."

"I-I thought you didn't believe in fate."

"I don't…. But every time I look at this car, I wonder." He gestured to the missing roof and the gaping hole in the windshield, "I had a team go over this thing inch by inch. They tell me there's no way the impact could have ripped open the roof like this!"

"… They must have made a mistake."

Lex frowned, "Do you remember anything about the accident?"

"No… just that I pulled you out, that's it…. I can't remember anything else."

"I thought you might be able to tell me more."

"I'm sorry."

"It's a little strange to be walking around when every shred of evidence says I should be dead…. An unsolved mystery, I guess."

Clark couldn't help but smirk at this, "Maybe fate has something else in mind for you?"

Rolling his eyes, Lex sighed, "You've been spending too much time with Cassandra."

"At least she doesn't dwell on the past…" Clark strode over to Lex and gave him a very serious look, "… Lex, you're alive. The question that you need to ask yourself now is, where do you go from here?"

….

"The police questioned Harry all morning…." Lana sighed the following morning, as she and Clark made their way across the boardwalk that was in the gardens of the nursing home, "….He said he was kidnapped by this kid who was obsessed with his old case."

Clark frowned, "Somehow, in broad daylight, this kid got out of handcuffs smuggled Harry inside and chained him to a bed?"

"That's the official story."

"It may be official, but it doesn't make sense."

"… You can always add it to the Wall of Weird."

Before Clark could say anything, he suddenly felt very weak and nauseous. Glancing over the railings, he noticed small, green crystals in the water.

"Clark, are you all right?"

"Not really…. I think I'll go inside and talk to Harry."

…

After the illuminating conversation with Harry (who denied that he and the young man were the same person) and learning that Harry was going after the descendants of the jurors who had found him guilty, Clark found himself racing back home.

Harry was going to make himself younger using the nursing home pond with the green crystals, and then he was going to kill Jon Kent.

Clark wasn't going to let that happen.

He stopped in front of his Father's car as it pulled up near the house, causing Jon to slam on the brakes, before practically jumping out of the car.

"Clark! Are you okay? What's the matter?"

"Where's Ma?"

"… I don't know."

"Somebody's trying to kill you!"

"What?"

Glancing around, Clark quickly noticed the punctured tyres on his Ma's car, "He's already here."

The pair desperately searched the farm, and it was only due to Clark's X-ray vision, that he was able to see into the grain silo.

"No!" he cried out, ripping away a panel and crawling in as the grain poured out, closely followed by his Pa as they tried to dig Martha out.

"Martha! Martha!" "Ma! Ma!"

"Martha, come on!" "Ma, come on! Ma!"

Uncovering her, Clark pulled his Ma onto his lap as Jon grabbed her hands.

"Martha!" "Come on, Ma, breathe!"

Jon frantically began CPR, clutching at her when she finally sucked in a desperate breath of air. "Martha! Are you okay?"

Martha smiled warmly up at her husband and son, "You think I'd ever leave you two alone?" She reached up and pulled her family into a hug, "Cassandra was wrong, Clark. Nobody's gonna die."

Clark couldn't say anything, not when he saw Harry's still twitching hand morph back into an old man's hand.

….

"Well…. You're the last person I expected to walk through my door."

Lex couldn't help but smile at the elderly lady's comment…. this smile soon disappeared when he saw how pale and frail she looked, wrapped up in her duvet. Shaking these morbid thoughts away, he rustled the bouquet of flowers gently.

"I come bearing gifts."

"So did the Greeks if I remember correctly."

Once again, Lex smiled. "I wanted to take you up on your offer."

"I thought you controlled your own destiny?"

"I do…. But certain things have happened in my life, signs I don't want to ignore."

Waving him closer, Cassandra frowned. "What kind of signs?"

There was a brief pause, before Lex sat down on the edge of the bed, "… I lived when I should have died. There must be a reason for that." He stared at her, "You see, I don't want to do good things. I want to do great things."

"Well, you don't need me for that."

"You don't have to do this…. If you're afraid of what you'll see."

She scoffed and held out her hand, "You've been warned."

As soon as their hands connected, Cassandra's hand tensed.

This is what she saw;

The Presidential suite, with Lex standing behind the desk, dressed in a white suit. He moves over to the window as three figures hovered there. As he opened the window, an older Clark floated in, pulling Lex into his arms as two children also started to hug their omega Dad.

It was so happy.

As she pulled her hand away, she practically felt her heart slowing down, meaning that she needed to say what she needed to say before everything came to an end.

"You will be so happy…" she whispered, "… but you have to be honest Lex. Just be honest, and everything will be fine. You'll see."

Before Lex could say anything, Cassandra took one more shuddering breath… before falling silent.

"I need some help in here!" Lex cried out in desperation, pushing himself to his feet, "Somebody?"

As he called out into the hallway, a nurse came rushing in, racing straight over to the bad. "Ms. Carver?"

As the nurse was fretting, Lex stepped out into the hallway, pressing his forehead against the cool wall in an attempt to calm down, just as Clark rushed around the corner and into Cassandra's room…. Just as the nurse was closing her eyes

"I'm sorry, son…" she whispered to him, "… she's gone."