DISCLAIMER:I don't own these characters, people, or things. *sigh* But if I did....(dreams of a non-existent life)
I've edited it a bit.
Lionel Luthor lay asleep on the hospital mattress he was laid on hours before. His son was sitting in an uncomfortable chair next to him. Slumped, with his head in his hands.
Lex was in an emotional black hole. He felt trapped and helpless. Nothing had ever made him feel this way.
Why he even cared was a mystery to him. He wouldn't cry. Couldn't. Oh, he knew it might bring some relive to the pressure behind his eyes.
But Lex was stronger than that.
"Luthors never cry."
He could remember his father telling him that after the accident that left him completely bald.
As Lex looked at the bandaged and heavily sedated body of his father, he sighed and tried to control his irregular breathing. His asthma was coming back.
And he couldn't do anything about it.
"Stress?"
He had laughed at the nurse. He was 22 and young. Why would it come back just know?
The nurse, who looked to be in her late forties, laid a hand on his shoulder and made eye contact.
"Your father is in a coma. You need to relax. Not a lot of people, even older, would be taking things so seriously.
This is your body's way of telling you to take it easy. Let it all out."
Lex smiled kindly with no feeling and gently brushed her off.
"I appreciate what you are trying to do but I'm fine!"
That's when he had an attack. It was so embarrassing. To be so helpless and not breathing. He just wanted to die.
No, he just wanted his father to die. But the bastard wouldn't even give him that satisfaction.
Nothing he could say or do would change the set of circumstances that led to his father's, now motionless, condition.
"So, do you want to come or not, Lex?"
Clark was attempting to be nice to Lex. Offer him a place to go for the holiday weekend.
It was the Fourth of July and the Kents were inviting everyone to their farm.
It was nice of him really, but Lex knew when the kid was being sympathetic. He hated it actually, but somehow managed a smile and a shake of his head.
"No, Clark. I think we already discussed that I'm leaving tomorrow. Business as usual."
It was true. He was glad for the excuse.
Clark sighed and seemed a little relieved.
Lex was a little perturbed but no more than normal when dealing with the guy who seemed to have control over his life ever since that "day."
He wouldn't accept a single gift. And that damn Jonathan.
He smiled and started to walk off but something made him turn back.
"Clark?"
Clark nodded and Lex had a hard time starting to say the reason for him coming to the farm in the first place.
"What is it Lex?"
He wished he hadn't remembered it. It was silly. Just another stupid thing to remind him how Clark saved his life.
1..2..
"Well, I think it's about time I showed you something."
He fished inside of his pocket and retrieved an oddly shaped piece of metal.
Clark took it a little too carefully.
"What is it?"
Lex looked at this naive 16 year old who obviously didn't have a clue as to what it was.
"I don't know. I was hoping you would help me find out. It's from the lake where you saved my life."
He had been given it from the inspectors of the car a few months ago. Why he hadn't asked before he didn't know.
Then there was that veiled look in his eyes. Right there! Maybe he wasn't so far off after all.
The scientists who had studied it were at a loss. He thought maybe Clark remembered seeing it or more things like it.
But then Clark swiftly masked his emotions with a goofy grin.
"No, except maybe it has to do with a space ship or something like that."
Lex smirked not at all pleased.
"You keep it, Clark. Send your parents my regards for the party."
Then he opened the door to his car and sped off.
...to be continued
I've edited it a bit.
Lionel Luthor lay asleep on the hospital mattress he was laid on hours before. His son was sitting in an uncomfortable chair next to him. Slumped, with his head in his hands.
Lex was in an emotional black hole. He felt trapped and helpless. Nothing had ever made him feel this way.
Why he even cared was a mystery to him. He wouldn't cry. Couldn't. Oh, he knew it might bring some relive to the pressure behind his eyes.
But Lex was stronger than that.
"Luthors never cry."
He could remember his father telling him that after the accident that left him completely bald.
As Lex looked at the bandaged and heavily sedated body of his father, he sighed and tried to control his irregular breathing. His asthma was coming back.
And he couldn't do anything about it.
"Stress?"
He had laughed at the nurse. He was 22 and young. Why would it come back just know?
The nurse, who looked to be in her late forties, laid a hand on his shoulder and made eye contact.
"Your father is in a coma. You need to relax. Not a lot of people, even older, would be taking things so seriously.
This is your body's way of telling you to take it easy. Let it all out."
Lex smiled kindly with no feeling and gently brushed her off.
"I appreciate what you are trying to do but I'm fine!"
That's when he had an attack. It was so embarrassing. To be so helpless and not breathing. He just wanted to die.
No, he just wanted his father to die. But the bastard wouldn't even give him that satisfaction.
Nothing he could say or do would change the set of circumstances that led to his father's, now motionless, condition.
"So, do you want to come or not, Lex?"
Clark was attempting to be nice to Lex. Offer him a place to go for the holiday weekend.
It was the Fourth of July and the Kents were inviting everyone to their farm.
It was nice of him really, but Lex knew when the kid was being sympathetic. He hated it actually, but somehow managed a smile and a shake of his head.
"No, Clark. I think we already discussed that I'm leaving tomorrow. Business as usual."
It was true. He was glad for the excuse.
Clark sighed and seemed a little relieved.
Lex was a little perturbed but no more than normal when dealing with the guy who seemed to have control over his life ever since that "day."
He wouldn't accept a single gift. And that damn Jonathan.
He smiled and started to walk off but something made him turn back.
"Clark?"
Clark nodded and Lex had a hard time starting to say the reason for him coming to the farm in the first place.
"What is it Lex?"
He wished he hadn't remembered it. It was silly. Just another stupid thing to remind him how Clark saved his life.
1..2..
"Well, I think it's about time I showed you something."
He fished inside of his pocket and retrieved an oddly shaped piece of metal.
Clark took it a little too carefully.
"What is it?"
Lex looked at this naive 16 year old who obviously didn't have a clue as to what it was.
"I don't know. I was hoping you would help me find out. It's from the lake where you saved my life."
He had been given it from the inspectors of the car a few months ago. Why he hadn't asked before he didn't know.
Then there was that veiled look in his eyes. Right there! Maybe he wasn't so far off after all.
The scientists who had studied it were at a loss. He thought maybe Clark remembered seeing it or more things like it.
But then Clark swiftly masked his emotions with a goofy grin.
"No, except maybe it has to do with a space ship or something like that."
Lex smirked not at all pleased.
"You keep it, Clark. Send your parents my regards for the party."
Then he opened the door to his car and sped off.
...to be continued
