A\N: Sequel to "Unbreakable." Clark tries as hard as he possibly can to avoid his father. Lex runs an experiment with Lana's necklace that ends up hurting Clark severely, but in the end, brings him closer to his father.
Disclaimers: Don't own it. Not one thing.
I'm not sure if it's all that good, but i decided to post it anyway.
Picking Up the Pieces
By: Molly
Prologue
Lex Luther held the necklace up to the light. He frowned. There was nothing special about it. It was pretty, he guessed, well, at least for a meteor rock. But other than not, nothing. Nothing at all.
The necklace had been easy to steal. Lana was, not surprisingly, unsuspecting. Lex, with a little distraction and quick fingers, stole the necklace right off her neck. His mind was not on Lana, however. His thoughts were consumed by another.....Clark.
What was it that made Clark weak at the knees at the mere sight of the necklace? Did he grow nervous just at the sight of something worn by the love of his hormonal life? No, that didn't make any sense. He had easily asked Lana to the Radiohead concert. There was something, something about the necklace. Clark was so strong, so in control, then once he even caught a glimpse of it, BAM! He was sweaty, and weak, and on the verge of collapsing. Then just as suddenly as that started, once you took it away, he was just as powerful as before.
'Maybe it's the rock,' Lex thought. "Some kind of allergy?" He mumbled. That didn't seem logical either. He described Clark's ailments to one of the men on his medical team, and he'd found no disease, no allergy, no nothing that had those kind of symptoms. 'This boy's an enigma,' Lex decided, twirling the necklace.
Ever since his life had been saved by Clark, Lex had become almost obsessed with him. No, Lex was not gay, it wasn't like that. Clark fascinated him. Lex was certain he'd smashed right into Clark. Any normal teen would've been six feet under a week later, not saving yet another life with, well, however it was that Clark did save lives. No normal teen could have ripped off the hood of the car like that, or smashed it that much. And now, after having the car closely examined, Lex was certain that Clark was the cause of the wrecked car which now had it's own room. And every time he tried to ask Clark what had happened that day.....he was a brick wall. He didn't say anything at all, just that he didn't really remember anything. But that innocence about him.....well he couldn't tell a lie very well. After years of practice lies could slip out of Lex's mouth naturally, smoothly, and sometimes he honestly believe that he was telling the truth. Maybe he'd just inherited it from Lionel Luther, that man could lie and cheat just about anyone. He could probably lie his way through a polygraph test and nobody could know the wiser. His father had no conscience.
But Clark, well, why did he even try to lie? He was so obvious. The way he'd lick his big red lips, look at his feet, and stutter his way through a reply.....so obvious. Why did he try? What was he hiding?
One thing was obvious to Lex. Clark's parents were in on his secret too, or maybe just his father. Jonathan Kent was a perceptive man. He was also overly protective of his only son. Put the two together, and you had a dangerous combination. Lex did not doubt that Jonathan had known that he'd only invited them to the financial meeting. Perhaps he only went to prove how much he really refused to trust Lex, or maybe just to humor Martha. Whichever, he'd proved his point. He didn't care for Lex, and he would have no qualms in letting it be known. It didn't really matter to Lex. He doubted anybody liked a Luther. At least not in Smallville.
Jonathan, he was an obstacle standing in the way of Lex's quest to find out just who Clark Kent really was. Merely an obstacle, but a pretty big one. Jonathan was tricky, and he'd stop at nothing to protect his son. Lex could still see him in his head, running down to Clark, ruggedly taking off his jacket then gently putting it around his son, worried and loving. At first Clark's father had looked pretty dumb, even acted it sometime, but that innocent farmer routine didn't fool Lex for long.
Lex wasn't sure just why he really wanted to know Clark's secret. Maybe he just liked a good mystery. He smirked. All he knew was that Kent intrigued him. And he'd stop at nothing to find out just who he really was. And if that meant getting Jonathan and Martha out of the picture....well, in the words of Hard Harry, 'so be it.' He'd done it once, with Nixon, what could stop him from doing it again. Well, maybe the thought of leaving Clark an orphan, but he didn't have to take them both. Maybe he could leave Martha.
That thought forced a cruel smile to Lex's lips. Lex knew he wasn't evil. At least not really. Maybe in a sense he seemed to be, or was, or would be. Of that Lex didn't know. He guessed some people might consider making someone's parents "disappear" would be considered evil, but he was a Luther, and the bar was set pretty high in that family, with all the crookedness in his family.
"Boswell," he called suddenly, finally deciding on his next step.
Boswell, a young Australian man, despite his British sounding name, was Lex's sort of personal assistant. Not too bright, and perfect for the job Lex had in mind.
"Yes, Master Luther?" Boswell asked.
"Boswell, I need you to look around this town and see if you can find any of these rocks." Lex handed him Lana's necklace, and watched as the young man's face twisted into confusion.
"But why?" Boswell asked, regretting it instantly. If there was one thing you learned from working for Lex Luther, it was never ask questions. But Lex was amazingly calm when he spoke again.
"That is none of your concern," he told Boswell quietly. "Now do you think you can handle this, or do I need to find someone else to do this?"
"No, mate, I'll do it just fine. I think I saw some of these same things in the lake when I went fishing with my brother. Peculiar little things. They glow, ya know?" Boswell grinned his toothy grin.
"Just bring me all of these rocks that you can find, and quickly. Let no one know of this." Lex smiled cooly. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Luther. I'll head out right now." Good on his word, Boswell hurried out of Lex's study, heading towards the front door, the necklace tucked away in his pocket.
"Just a harmless experiment," Lex muttered. "Completely harmless." Staring at a recent school photo of Clark he's acquired in the same way he had the necklace he grinned. "I'll figure you out, Clark Kent. I will."
Disclaimers: Don't own it. Not one thing.
I'm not sure if it's all that good, but i decided to post it anyway.
Picking Up the Pieces
By: Molly
Prologue
Lex Luther held the necklace up to the light. He frowned. There was nothing special about it. It was pretty, he guessed, well, at least for a meteor rock. But other than not, nothing. Nothing at all.
The necklace had been easy to steal. Lana was, not surprisingly, unsuspecting. Lex, with a little distraction and quick fingers, stole the necklace right off her neck. His mind was not on Lana, however. His thoughts were consumed by another.....Clark.
What was it that made Clark weak at the knees at the mere sight of the necklace? Did he grow nervous just at the sight of something worn by the love of his hormonal life? No, that didn't make any sense. He had easily asked Lana to the Radiohead concert. There was something, something about the necklace. Clark was so strong, so in control, then once he even caught a glimpse of it, BAM! He was sweaty, and weak, and on the verge of collapsing. Then just as suddenly as that started, once you took it away, he was just as powerful as before.
'Maybe it's the rock,' Lex thought. "Some kind of allergy?" He mumbled. That didn't seem logical either. He described Clark's ailments to one of the men on his medical team, and he'd found no disease, no allergy, no nothing that had those kind of symptoms. 'This boy's an enigma,' Lex decided, twirling the necklace.
Ever since his life had been saved by Clark, Lex had become almost obsessed with him. No, Lex was not gay, it wasn't like that. Clark fascinated him. Lex was certain he'd smashed right into Clark. Any normal teen would've been six feet under a week later, not saving yet another life with, well, however it was that Clark did save lives. No normal teen could have ripped off the hood of the car like that, or smashed it that much. And now, after having the car closely examined, Lex was certain that Clark was the cause of the wrecked car which now had it's own room. And every time he tried to ask Clark what had happened that day.....he was a brick wall. He didn't say anything at all, just that he didn't really remember anything. But that innocence about him.....well he couldn't tell a lie very well. After years of practice lies could slip out of Lex's mouth naturally, smoothly, and sometimes he honestly believe that he was telling the truth. Maybe he'd just inherited it from Lionel Luther, that man could lie and cheat just about anyone. He could probably lie his way through a polygraph test and nobody could know the wiser. His father had no conscience.
But Clark, well, why did he even try to lie? He was so obvious. The way he'd lick his big red lips, look at his feet, and stutter his way through a reply.....so obvious. Why did he try? What was he hiding?
One thing was obvious to Lex. Clark's parents were in on his secret too, or maybe just his father. Jonathan Kent was a perceptive man. He was also overly protective of his only son. Put the two together, and you had a dangerous combination. Lex did not doubt that Jonathan had known that he'd only invited them to the financial meeting. Perhaps he only went to prove how much he really refused to trust Lex, or maybe just to humor Martha. Whichever, he'd proved his point. He didn't care for Lex, and he would have no qualms in letting it be known. It didn't really matter to Lex. He doubted anybody liked a Luther. At least not in Smallville.
Jonathan, he was an obstacle standing in the way of Lex's quest to find out just who Clark Kent really was. Merely an obstacle, but a pretty big one. Jonathan was tricky, and he'd stop at nothing to protect his son. Lex could still see him in his head, running down to Clark, ruggedly taking off his jacket then gently putting it around his son, worried and loving. At first Clark's father had looked pretty dumb, even acted it sometime, but that innocent farmer routine didn't fool Lex for long.
Lex wasn't sure just why he really wanted to know Clark's secret. Maybe he just liked a good mystery. He smirked. All he knew was that Kent intrigued him. And he'd stop at nothing to find out just who he really was. And if that meant getting Jonathan and Martha out of the picture....well, in the words of Hard Harry, 'so be it.' He'd done it once, with Nixon, what could stop him from doing it again. Well, maybe the thought of leaving Clark an orphan, but he didn't have to take them both. Maybe he could leave Martha.
That thought forced a cruel smile to Lex's lips. Lex knew he wasn't evil. At least not really. Maybe in a sense he seemed to be, or was, or would be. Of that Lex didn't know. He guessed some people might consider making someone's parents "disappear" would be considered evil, but he was a Luther, and the bar was set pretty high in that family, with all the crookedness in his family.
"Boswell," he called suddenly, finally deciding on his next step.
Boswell, a young Australian man, despite his British sounding name, was Lex's sort of personal assistant. Not too bright, and perfect for the job Lex had in mind.
"Yes, Master Luther?" Boswell asked.
"Boswell, I need you to look around this town and see if you can find any of these rocks." Lex handed him Lana's necklace, and watched as the young man's face twisted into confusion.
"But why?" Boswell asked, regretting it instantly. If there was one thing you learned from working for Lex Luther, it was never ask questions. But Lex was amazingly calm when he spoke again.
"That is none of your concern," he told Boswell quietly. "Now do you think you can handle this, or do I need to find someone else to do this?"
"No, mate, I'll do it just fine. I think I saw some of these same things in the lake when I went fishing with my brother. Peculiar little things. They glow, ya know?" Boswell grinned his toothy grin.
"Just bring me all of these rocks that you can find, and quickly. Let no one know of this." Lex smiled cooly. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Luther. I'll head out right now." Good on his word, Boswell hurried out of Lex's study, heading towards the front door, the necklace tucked away in his pocket.
"Just a harmless experiment," Lex muttered. "Completely harmless." Staring at a recent school photo of Clark he's acquired in the same way he had the necklace he grinned. "I'll figure you out, Clark Kent. I will."