Abaris' Arrow

by linda-seton

Standing in the early morning shadow of the Luthor house, Clark Kent wipes his hands against the legs of
his jeans. He is so nervous his palms are actually sweating. He glances down at his wristwatch. It's 8:32.
Exactly three minutes since the last time he looked.

He takes a breath and begins his march toward the door.

"Clark?"

He whips around to face Lex who has just emerged from the garages of the estate.

"Is something wrong?"

Clark shakes his head 'no' but says, "Sort of."

"Why don't you come in and 'sort of' tell me what's happened."

Clark smiles nervously and trails after his friend as Lex opens the door of the main house.