Part 9 – Facing Reality
Clark woke from the nightmare glad that he had not woken Lex. It was not the first night that they had
spent together (although it was the first in his room) and he did not know whether he preferred nights
when his nightmares woke Lex or when they did not. Now he was glad that he was alone with his
thoughts as he had a few things to deal with alone.
Lex loved him, on a logical level he knew that, and yet there was another part of him that did not want
to believe it. All the people that had ever loved him were dead, his parents on Krypton, his adoptive
parents on Earth and even his best friend Chloe. The dream had been a little different this time, rather
than his parents in the car the day that they were pulled over by soldiers it was Lex. Clark knew that
Lex loved him and that meant that Lex was going to die.
Hadn't that been what Cassandra had tried to tell him? He would kill all those that he loved. It was
probably a good thing that he was not a large part of Pete's life, after all he had a family now and Clark
did not want to kill them.
There was only one thing to do. If he was going to help Lex live he would have to leave him, make
sure that he was not around to hurt the man or to allow the secrets that he now knew to lead to Lex's
death. Instead he would sort out the things that he had to, maybe build up enough of a defence that he
did not have to worry about people knowing about his powers and also deal with the past that still
haunted him. That way he would be able to concentrate fully on loving Lex, on being the man that his
parents had wanted him to be, but mostly making sure that no one else died because of his powers.
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Lex woke alone. He was surprised to be in Clark's bed and not his own, until he remembered the night
before. A chill ran down his spine as he wondered where Clark was, a quick scan with his normal
senses told him that things were too quiet, Clark hated silence so he would have the television, or radio
or something on while he showered or got breakfast. That meant that Clark was no longer in the
penthouse, perhaps given his new powers he was not even in the city.
Lex took a few deep breathes, trying to calm his nerves and think logically about this. He knew that
Clark was still around somewhere, having seen the test results it was almost impossible to kill the
young man with any weapon known to man, the only people that knew his weakness were either dead
or in Lex's control.
It was the thought of the experiments that Clark had endured that reminded him of the internal tracker
that had been implanted into Clark's neck, he would not remember that it was there but with the right
codes it allowed Lex to track the man wherever he was. The army had used it in case their valuable
commodity ever escaped, or if they ever managed to get him to work for them they could use it to make
sure that he followed orders. Lex was not that mercenary, he knew that he could use Clark as his right
hand man, allowing him to bend the world at his will, but he was not that type of man anymore.
Clark's initial disappearance had made him want to be the type of man that Clark would want him to be
and he would continue in that vein.
He could use the tracker to check that his lover was safe, and once he knew he would not check again.
He had made sure that Clark knew that no matter where he was he was free to come and go as he
pleased and that had not changed. Lex only hoped that one day Clark would return to the city, or at
least would return to him. He didn't think that he could face life without Clark now that he had been
given a taste of the forbidden.
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Clark had spent a while just flying around the city. He knew enough to stay below radar, not wanting
to scare anyone with his newly gained power, while still trying to get to grips with soaring through the
skies with the freedom that he had only a few months before never dare dream of. It seemed ironic that
his incarceration had clipped his wings before he had even learned to fly, now he wanted nothing more
than to spend the rest of his life here.
The problem was he knew that there were more important things to deal with first. He could not keep
Lex waiting forever and there was a few things that he had to do. The playing at his new powers could
wait until after he had done the other things on his list of aims for the future, a list which had grown
beyond showing Lex how he felt. Now he had some clear goals to achieve he had a little more purpose
and hoped that it would allow him to grow from the boy of yesterday to the man of tomorrow; the man
that he had always been destined to be.
Clark woke from the nightmare glad that he had not woken Lex. It was not the first night that they had
spent together (although it was the first in his room) and he did not know whether he preferred nights
when his nightmares woke Lex or when they did not. Now he was glad that he was alone with his
thoughts as he had a few things to deal with alone.
Lex loved him, on a logical level he knew that, and yet there was another part of him that did not want
to believe it. All the people that had ever loved him were dead, his parents on Krypton, his adoptive
parents on Earth and even his best friend Chloe. The dream had been a little different this time, rather
than his parents in the car the day that they were pulled over by soldiers it was Lex. Clark knew that
Lex loved him and that meant that Lex was going to die.
Hadn't that been what Cassandra had tried to tell him? He would kill all those that he loved. It was
probably a good thing that he was not a large part of Pete's life, after all he had a family now and Clark
did not want to kill them.
There was only one thing to do. If he was going to help Lex live he would have to leave him, make
sure that he was not around to hurt the man or to allow the secrets that he now knew to lead to Lex's
death. Instead he would sort out the things that he had to, maybe build up enough of a defence that he
did not have to worry about people knowing about his powers and also deal with the past that still
haunted him. That way he would be able to concentrate fully on loving Lex, on being the man that his
parents had wanted him to be, but mostly making sure that no one else died because of his powers.
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Lex woke alone. He was surprised to be in Clark's bed and not his own, until he remembered the night
before. A chill ran down his spine as he wondered where Clark was, a quick scan with his normal
senses told him that things were too quiet, Clark hated silence so he would have the television, or radio
or something on while he showered or got breakfast. That meant that Clark was no longer in the
penthouse, perhaps given his new powers he was not even in the city.
Lex took a few deep breathes, trying to calm his nerves and think logically about this. He knew that
Clark was still around somewhere, having seen the test results it was almost impossible to kill the
young man with any weapon known to man, the only people that knew his weakness were either dead
or in Lex's control.
It was the thought of the experiments that Clark had endured that reminded him of the internal tracker
that had been implanted into Clark's neck, he would not remember that it was there but with the right
codes it allowed Lex to track the man wherever he was. The army had used it in case their valuable
commodity ever escaped, or if they ever managed to get him to work for them they could use it to make
sure that he followed orders. Lex was not that mercenary, he knew that he could use Clark as his right
hand man, allowing him to bend the world at his will, but he was not that type of man anymore.
Clark's initial disappearance had made him want to be the type of man that Clark would want him to be
and he would continue in that vein.
He could use the tracker to check that his lover was safe, and once he knew he would not check again.
He had made sure that Clark knew that no matter where he was he was free to come and go as he
pleased and that had not changed. Lex only hoped that one day Clark would return to the city, or at
least would return to him. He didn't think that he could face life without Clark now that he had been
given a taste of the forbidden.
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Clark had spent a while just flying around the city. He knew enough to stay below radar, not wanting
to scare anyone with his newly gained power, while still trying to get to grips with soaring through the
skies with the freedom that he had only a few months before never dare dream of. It seemed ironic that
his incarceration had clipped his wings before he had even learned to fly, now he wanted nothing more
than to spend the rest of his life here.
The problem was he knew that there were more important things to deal with first. He could not keep
Lex waiting forever and there was a few things that he had to do. The playing at his new powers could
wait until after he had done the other things on his list of aims for the future, a list which had grown
beyond showing Lex how he felt. Now he had some clear goals to achieve he had a little more purpose
and hoped that it would allow him to grow from the boy of yesterday to the man of tomorrow; the man
that he had always been destined to be.