Title- La Vie
Author- J.A.K
Rating- R: for real life feelings and real life situations that aren't always PG-13
Summary- Quite a bit of time has passed since Chloe and Clark have found their happiness in each other. This is the continuation of the goings-on in their lives including the lives of everyone else around them. This is an epic story of Life, Deception, and Tragedy; a story of how surprising life can be, and how cold, but sometimes comforting reality is. Find out what extraordinary events could break Chloe and Clark apart, and what could bring Lex and Lana together. This is a fanfic told through the eyes of every single person that has bearing on these four young people's lives.
Author's Note- A continuation of Debi's 'It's Now or Never 'and 'Monday at School'. My story has a plot and even a sub-plot that I promise will leave you wanting more. Scroll down and give it a chance.
An part 2: Clark and Lana are 17, while Pete and Chloe are 18 years old (Chloe only three months older than Clark and Pete the oldest, scoring six months over any of them). I know this isn't exactly right, but for the purposes of my story I've made it that way. I've also made Lex 22.
An part 3: A very SPECIAL thanks goes out to my Beta-reader Alisa West, aka AW, who is woman enough to tell me like it is- even when what it is, isn't up to par. A great big shout-out also goes to my sister, for reading it over and having the final say. Thank You!
^Chapter Two^
Lex Luthor: One hour earlier
Leaning back in my chair, I calmly gazed out of my office's window, taking in all the differing silhouettes that were now being obscured by enormous gray-black clouds. I closed my eyes as the harsh winds of outside flew through a small opening that lay along the frame, creating a soft breeze; one that filled my body with peace, as the perfumes of soil and earth mixed together.
The shrill sound of my mobile phone ringing abruptly brought me out of my temporary reverie.
I leaned forward and snatched the offending object off my desk.
"Lex." I stated shortly, thinking that someone had better have a fucking good reason for calling my private line.
"I hope you only use that tone of voice on me." There was a pause; one that made it possible for me to actually hear him smile. "Otherwise, that sham you pose as a business might come to an abrupt end."
I felt my previous irritation increase tenfold, deleting any hesitations I might have had to reply.
"If such a thing was ever sabotaged to happen, I'm sure you'd be the first in line to offer your bullshit condolences…father."
I held the receiver even tighter than before, and waited for his response.
"As far as your suggestion goes that I might somehow have something to do with the inevitable downfall of your company, I must say that I am highly insulted."
A familiar smirk settled itself over my features.
"Believe me when I say that making you insulted, much less 'highly insulted,' is an extremely enjoyable not to mention stimulating task."
His laugh trickled through the line of connection and into my ear.
"I am afraid it is too late to use sarcasm as a means defense. You have already let your opponent see your anger, and in so doing, you have let him see your weakness." There was a brief sigh. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was disappointment that colored his voice. "Have you learned nothing from Alexander the Great? While he had enormous intellect and vision, his ambition eventually got the better of him." His voice was reduced by decibels. "Always remember son: what you cannot take by force you must take by subtlety."
Now it was this aspect of Lionel Luthor that confused me the most. It was expected of him to give me insidious advice on business and life as a spectator. It was expected that he couldn't bring himself to care for me as a father would. It wasn't expected when moments like these occurred, where it almost seemed as if he gave a flying fuck.
Almost, being the operative word.
I leaned back, stretching out my legs and propping my feet on my desk, crossing them at the ankle.
"So is this where the music comes on and somewhere in the background the narrator says: he does have a heart after all kids."
To my surprise, there was a very telling, prolonged sort of silence.
"As much as I love these- ah- conversations that you and I share, there are far more important issues at hand here."
"Such as…"
"My men found someone adding files into the Luthor Corporation database."
My head sank into the inviting warmth of the leather.
"And this concerns me how?"
I noticed reflectively that the ceiling was actually much higher up than most people, myself included, might expect.
"I believe there is a file that I am holding in my hands that you would find most interesting."
"Would I?"
"Oh yes you would. As a matter of fact, the name of the file that you seem so earnestly to want is…"
I rolled my eyes when he didn't continue.
"Well?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
When I didn't respond, he went right into his objective.
"Livet siro tulexel." There was a beat of silence. "At least I assume that is how these words are pronounced."
I immediately put my legs on the ground, and sat forward. My breathing had become heavy and I knew I sounded desperate even to my ears. "Say that again."
"Oh? So now I have your complete attention."
I felt my teeth grind together. "I don't have time for this shit. Repeat what you just said."
There was a brief hesitation of consideration. "Alright. It's not as if you won't find out anyway." He gave a deep rich laugh. "Is it really so important to you?"
I swore under my breath.
"If you insist then. The words are: Liveht siroh tulexel"
I didn't wait to hear what he had to say. I snapped my phone shut and put it in my pocket as I headed towards the intercom.
"Anne, please let Smith know that I need my car ready in five minutes."
"Of course sir."
My eyes made one last sweep of my study as I left in search of the only link I had that could help me make sense of the situation at hand.
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Martha Kent
The light from Clark's room distracted me to no avail as I washed the dishes. Squeezing extra soap on to the sponge, I silently thought up the most effective way to yell at him for leaving the light on again.
It was while I was imagining varying scenarios in my mind that a forgotten weariness decided to hit almost every functioning muscle that I had.
Well… he did go to bed pretty early, maybe he's still up studying.
I lightly shook my head.
Whatever the reason, I quickly decided that I should go up there and check on him anyway.
I put the last dish away and took off my gloves. Heading towards the barn, I remembered that I could even ask him why Chloe hadn't been to the house in such a long time.
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