A/N: Well, my reviews were very interesting this time around. I've decided
from popular opinion that I won't hold my chapters "hostage" until my
review count goes up. If you guys notice, I never really did it in the
first place; I just felt like no one was appreciating my work. And I know
you should write for the love of writing (which I do), but isn't it nice to
know your work is being read?
To Taynna: I appreciate the constructive criticism. Although I may not agree with some things you wrote, I definitely took note of others. Thanks for taking the time to review my story. The thing about Lex is, well, I wanted to use "Smallville" as my basic byline, but I wanted to grow the characters and make them more my own. And plus, this part of his personality was all when he was under the "Truth" spell. I'm sure that it would alter his reactions.
To Midnight Driad: Not *exactly* the reviews I had in mind but I really appreciate what you wrote (haha, like 9 times over and over). Thanks.
To all the observant reviewers who noticed my slip-up with Lex's paperwork and Lana's note, I will tie it all together in this chapter.
Please check out my new story On and On (About You) and tell me what you think!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Jim Barnes, the officer who had done Lex Luthor's paperwork, slipped it neatly into his own pocket. His kids needed new clothes and he had to put food on the table everyday. Blackmailing Lex Luthor would have its definite advantages.
Jim knew that LexCorp could not afford such a story as Lex Luthor gone crazy to add to their scandals. The only thing screwy with this one particular arrest was that he remembered none of it. The entire day was blank in his mind.
With a sigh of resignation, he patted his pocket and thought to himself, "That's what comes from being around so much violence everyday. You're bound to block out some of it."
He noticed that Mr. Luthor was done using the phone, and walked back into the police station.
"My driver, James, will be picking me up very briefly. I trust we have no other problems here?"
Jim swallowed and tried to appear meek and timid. "No, sir, Mr. Luthor. Everything's just fine."
Lex knew he wanted to see Clark, but just didn't know why. Clark would clear it up everything for him; he always did.
Noticing James pulling up to the jail's drive, Lex headed towards the limo.
Jim Barnes thought that it must be nice to be that rich.
***********
Clark woke up the next morning with a grin permanently pasted on his face. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and now he finally knew the truth. If and when he decided to tell Lana and Chloe, he knew they would be okay with it.
About Lex . . . well, that was a completely different story. Lex had gone crazy. When he had told him, his best friend had disappeared. He had been no longer a confidante, but an enemy.
The grin faded a little. Clark didn't know how he could face Lex knowing what he knew. He was just going to have to be very careful around Lex from now on. Or else he could find himself in a whole lot of trouble.
***********
Lana woke up the next morning, and still felt very confused. She rolled over and saw the note lying on her nightstand. Lana picked it up and read it again.
"You may not understand or remember this, but just take it to heart and believe in yourself. Clark is different than anyone you have ever known. He is some kind of SUPERMAN, for lack of a better word. Clark has superhuman strength and runs faster than anyone on this earth.
If you're doubting this note, as I know you will, just think about all the times Clark has had to leave suddenly. Or how he is always at the scene of the crime rescuing the victim.
Believe yourself, Lana. He told you yesterday. You knew all of these things yesterday, but your memory of yesterday is gone.
So here's what happened: He told you and Chloe. You both were angry at first, but thankfully, both of you got over it. Clark also told Lex. Lex went crazy. He turned into some sort of psychopath, bent on ruining Clark. Beware of Lex, Lana.
Ok, talking to myself is getting weird, so I'm going to end this note.
From your distant memory,
Lana Lang
P.S. Clark loves you."
Lana stared at her scrawled signature on the page. She couldn't talk herself out of the truth any longer. That was her handwriting, and the one day that she didn't remember had been the biggest one in her life.
To Taynna: I appreciate the constructive criticism. Although I may not agree with some things you wrote, I definitely took note of others. Thanks for taking the time to review my story. The thing about Lex is, well, I wanted to use "Smallville" as my basic byline, but I wanted to grow the characters and make them more my own. And plus, this part of his personality was all when he was under the "Truth" spell. I'm sure that it would alter his reactions.
To Midnight Driad: Not *exactly* the reviews I had in mind but I really appreciate what you wrote (haha, like 9 times over and over). Thanks.
To all the observant reviewers who noticed my slip-up with Lex's paperwork and Lana's note, I will tie it all together in this chapter.
Please check out my new story On and On (About You) and tell me what you think!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Jim Barnes, the officer who had done Lex Luthor's paperwork, slipped it neatly into his own pocket. His kids needed new clothes and he had to put food on the table everyday. Blackmailing Lex Luthor would have its definite advantages.
Jim knew that LexCorp could not afford such a story as Lex Luthor gone crazy to add to their scandals. The only thing screwy with this one particular arrest was that he remembered none of it. The entire day was blank in his mind.
With a sigh of resignation, he patted his pocket and thought to himself, "That's what comes from being around so much violence everyday. You're bound to block out some of it."
He noticed that Mr. Luthor was done using the phone, and walked back into the police station.
"My driver, James, will be picking me up very briefly. I trust we have no other problems here?"
Jim swallowed and tried to appear meek and timid. "No, sir, Mr. Luthor. Everything's just fine."
Lex knew he wanted to see Clark, but just didn't know why. Clark would clear it up everything for him; he always did.
Noticing James pulling up to the jail's drive, Lex headed towards the limo.
Jim Barnes thought that it must be nice to be that rich.
***********
Clark woke up the next morning with a grin permanently pasted on his face. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and now he finally knew the truth. If and when he decided to tell Lana and Chloe, he knew they would be okay with it.
About Lex . . . well, that was a completely different story. Lex had gone crazy. When he had told him, his best friend had disappeared. He had been no longer a confidante, but an enemy.
The grin faded a little. Clark didn't know how he could face Lex knowing what he knew. He was just going to have to be very careful around Lex from now on. Or else he could find himself in a whole lot of trouble.
***********
Lana woke up the next morning, and still felt very confused. She rolled over and saw the note lying on her nightstand. Lana picked it up and read it again.
"You may not understand or remember this, but just take it to heart and believe in yourself. Clark is different than anyone you have ever known. He is some kind of SUPERMAN, for lack of a better word. Clark has superhuman strength and runs faster than anyone on this earth.
If you're doubting this note, as I know you will, just think about all the times Clark has had to leave suddenly. Or how he is always at the scene of the crime rescuing the victim.
Believe yourself, Lana. He told you yesterday. You knew all of these things yesterday, but your memory of yesterday is gone.
So here's what happened: He told you and Chloe. You both were angry at first, but thankfully, both of you got over it. Clark also told Lex. Lex went crazy. He turned into some sort of psychopath, bent on ruining Clark. Beware of Lex, Lana.
Ok, talking to myself is getting weird, so I'm going to end this note.
From your distant memory,
Lana Lang
P.S. Clark loves you."
Lana stared at her scrawled signature on the page. She couldn't talk herself out of the truth any longer. That was her handwriting, and the one day that she didn't remember had been the biggest one in her life.