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.
As Lex sat he was oblivious to his father's hand moving towards him. Startled, Lex jumped up and let out a little cry.
"Nurse, my father's awake!"
The white clad women and men checked Lionel's vitals, but he never woke.
"This happens sometimes. It isn't uncommon for a person in a coma to have movement in their limbs. Let us know if he opens his eyes."
The nurses left Lex there. He was still a little shaken but he stayed at his father's side.
The younger man sat down and allowed himself a little rest. He dreamed of the events that put his father in this state.
A nightmare that was so violent that he woke up and ran to the toilet.
Kneeling over quickly he gave up the small amount of food he had tried to keep down since that morning.
He splashed cold water on his face in front of the tiny room's mirror and was shocked at the image of a man he didn't recognize.
"Funny." He thought to himself, "Why the sudden emotion, Lex?."
Shaking his head he closed the door behind him and sat on the toilet seat with his head between his legs.
People, names he didn't recognize, smells that turned his stomach.
Lex closed his eyes at the memory of it and let out a sigh...
Lex got in his car and drove away from the Kent's farm at a speed much slower than he would normally allow himself.
Not at all looking forward to the work that lay ready for him at his office.
He was lost in thought at how badly he let things go when talking to Clark.
Clark was just a kid. Sixteen. He chuckled at the memory of himself at that age.
Quite the rebel. The kid nobody wanted. Dad had it in for me from the start.
Lionel never really cared for him. He probably hated him. Probably.
His eyes closed to slits at the memory of his father's arms stiffly wrapped around him in front of the press.
It had felt like an eternity. It was forced. Nothing about it was loving.
Lex couldn't allow himself to start thinking about that day.
He needed to concentrate on the business matters that were at hand.
"Lex, I need you to be there."
Lex laughed a little as he recalled the desperate tone in Lionel's voice that day.
"You've never 'needed' me for anything, dad. Why the sudden change?"
"Don't question this. Just be there."
And that was the end of their conversation. Lex had to go. No questions asked.
"On the blasted Fourth of July!"
Lex picked up his speed and screeched around the corners as his corporation came into view.
...to be continued
I've edited it a bit.
As Lex sat he was oblivious to his father's hand moving towards him. Startled, Lex jumped up and let out a little cry.
"Nurse, my father's awake!"
The white clad women and men checked Lionel's vitals, but he never woke.
"This happens sometimes. It isn't uncommon for a person in a coma to have movement in their limbs. Let us know if he opens his eyes."
The nurses left Lex there. He was still a little shaken but he stayed at his father's side.
The younger man sat down and allowed himself a little rest. He dreamed of the events that put his father in this state.
A nightmare that was so violent that he woke up and ran to the toilet.
Kneeling over quickly he gave up the small amount of food he had tried to keep down since that morning.
He splashed cold water on his face in front of the tiny room's mirror and was shocked at the image of a man he didn't recognize.
"Funny." He thought to himself, "Why the sudden emotion, Lex?."
Shaking his head he closed the door behind him and sat on the toilet seat with his head between his legs.
People, names he didn't recognize, smells that turned his stomach.
Lex closed his eyes at the memory of it and let out a sigh...
Lex got in his car and drove away from the Kent's farm at a speed much slower than he would normally allow himself.
Not at all looking forward to the work that lay ready for him at his office.
He was lost in thought at how badly he let things go when talking to Clark.
Clark was just a kid. Sixteen. He chuckled at the memory of himself at that age.
Quite the rebel. The kid nobody wanted. Dad had it in for me from the start.
Lionel never really cared for him. He probably hated him. Probably.
His eyes closed to slits at the memory of his father's arms stiffly wrapped around him in front of the press.
It had felt like an eternity. It was forced. Nothing about it was loving.
Lex couldn't allow himself to start thinking about that day.
He needed to concentrate on the business matters that were at hand.
"Lex, I need you to be there."
Lex laughed a little as he recalled the desperate tone in Lionel's voice that day.
"You've never 'needed' me for anything, dad. Why the sudden change?"
"Don't question this. Just be there."
And that was the end of their conversation. Lex had to go. No questions asked.
"On the blasted Fourth of July!"
Lex picked up his speed and screeched around the corners as his corporation came into view.
...to be continued
