Title: Cross
Author: PepperjackCandy
Series: No
Archive : Smallville Slash Archive, my writing at fanfiction.net
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Category: Angst, I guess
Spoilers for: Jitters

Disclaimer: I own nothing Smallville-related, or related in any other way to Clark Kent, Superman or any of the various creations of the wonderful folks at DC Comics.

Feedback: Always welcome, either by e-mail or using the review system at fanfiction.net.

A/N: This one is only slashy if you tilt your head *just* the right way.

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That night, Clark had nightmares.

He'd pulled Earl up and reached down for Lex. But the nausea, the fatigue, were too much for him and Lex slipped from his grasp, plummeting two hundred feet to his death.

That night, Lex had nightmares.

Suffering through his father putting up a family front for the reporters, hugging Lex without really touching him, feeling a shell of ice building up around himself, and all the while Lex kept watching the Kents as they were reunited with their son, no eyes on them but his as they hugged Clark warmly.

Clark woke up.

As his heart rate returned to normal, he remembered that afternoon, watching Lex handling the reporters, doing damage control. Grown up, in charge of the situation, doing what he did best.

Lex woke up.

As his heart rate returned to normal, he remembered that afternoon, how close he came to dying. And wished that Clark had just let him fall.