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I really need more reviews. I am trying to satisfy people, but I need more advice Oh, and for the person who asked about Chloe, she gets whats coming to her, but no, she won't be killed
"Alexander?" Lionel croaked at the sound of his son's name. He could not believe what was before his eyes and ears. Martha was on the phone, looking amazed and nodding her head. It was his son on the phone. His son, who he had thought dead, was not dead but alive.
Lucas arrived in Metropolis, and glanced at his watch. 2:00 am. He groaned and slumped back into the limousine. The drive from Edge City had been excruciatingly long. He had to leave his residence there after Lionel sent his men to investigate. Lucas was puzzled that it had taken Lionel so long to figure it all out; that Lucas had been the one to try to kill Lex and that Lionel was going about it the way he was; sending private investigators instead of hitmen. Certainly not to the style of Lionel Luthor. Lucas sighed. He had always been intrigued by being a Luthor, but in reality was more interested with his mother, Rachel DunLeavy; her story, and her side of the family. That was why he was in Metropolis. He had learned she was in a mental institution right outside the border of the city and he planned to visit her. To find out what really happened in 1985, and why he existed in the first place.
Jonathan sighed and looked at the ceiling. He could not sleep. He stared at the empty side of the bed, wishing Martha were there to fill it. He knew it was best for her to leave, but he hated to be without her. He touched the wrapping on his head and groaned. It still hurt, but what hurt more was the memory of the look on Martha's face when he had done this to himself. Jonathan consoled himself with the thought that she was in Metropolis now, safe and sound, and hopefully having a decent time.
Martha could hardly believe her ears. "Martha? Mrs. Kent? Are you there?" Lex asked frantically.
"Yes, I'm here." She responded.
"I decided to call you because you understand. You and Clark, and Mr. Kent as well have opened your family to me. I have done some things I am not proud of, but you have looked past those times, and forgiven me. I have decided to call you because of the relationship you once had with my father." Martha began to interrupt him but he continued. "You were, at one point his confidante, and the one person he could stand in the town. He admired and appreciated you. My father, he saw a part of my mother in you, and after awhile I began to see it too. The relationship with my father has been swept away, but I still see my mother in you. I know you are a wonderful mother to Clark and will make a wonderful mother to your baby." Tears had been welling up behind Martha's eyes since Lex mentioned her resemblance to his mother. At the mention of her baby, the tears began to flow.
"Lex, the baby died. I lost it, and can't get pregnant again. When Jonathan and I left the wedding early, the power surge hit us hard. Jonathan lost control of the truck and it flipped. We were fine, but the impact was too hard for the baby to handle."
"Mrs. Kent, I am so sorry." Lex stated.
"Thank you. Your father, he came to the hospital room. Jonathan and him made peace with each other. Everything was fine between the three of us. But, the loss of my baby hurt me very much. Due to a series of following events, I shut Jonathan out. He, I made him, he felt awful, because of my actions. He smashed his head into a mirror. The next day, my father and Lionel came to take me to Metropolis. That's where we are now. Your father is here."
"By series of events, do you mean the articles written by Chloe Sullivan. She was hired by my father. Wait, he is with you now?"
"Yes Lex, we are in my father's apartment. I assure you, nothing is going on, we are having martinis and reminiscing. Please, talk to your father. He needs to talk to you." She glanced at Lionel, who had a look of utter loss on his face. "Please Lex."
"All right." He said, as Martha handed the phone to Lionel. Lex looked around his sparsely decorated hospital room.
"Son?" Lionel rasped. He wanted Lex to say anything, anything at all. Just so he could hear his voice, be convinced that his son was alive.
"I'm here dad."
"Alexander, I did not do this to you. Please, I would never do this to you. You are my son."
"I know dad. I never thought the crash was instrumented by you." He replied.
"I think I know who did I though." Lionel said. "Your half-brother, Lucas. Martha and I were discussing it, and we came to the conclusion. He is, extremely power hungry, and never truly forgave you for that hostage episode you pulled on him." Lex nodded, and said,
"Do you still love Martha Kent?" he asked. Lionel stared straight ahead. He should be asking how his son was, his son should be asking how Clark is and the other people in Smallville. But, he responded.
"At one point, yes. And still yes, in a way." Lex chuckled.
"Why is it dad, you always fall for redheads, even when you can't see them? Mom, Rachel, and now Martha." Lionel did not respond. "hand the phone to Martha, I need to talk to her." Lionel did so, but first said.
"I love you son; I don't know if I've ever told you. Please, come home." Lex responded softly.
"I love you too dad. There is a first time for everything." Lionel handed the phone to Martha.
"Mrs. Kent, is Clark with you? I really must speak to him." Lex said. Martha choked back a tear.
"No Lex, he's not. Clark ran away after the accident, when he learned of what happened. I don't know where he is now. None of us do."
"I am so sorry. Please, I must go now. Tell my father that I am in good hands, and am safe for now. I should be returning to America as soon as I can physically travel. Please, I must go. Thank you for everything." Martha heard a click as Lex hung up the phone. She slowly put the phone down.
"He is safe, he says. He should be coming back to the states as soon as he can." She told Lionel. Lionel just stared into space. He was being pounded by endless emotions and could not think straight. His son was alive. His son was alive, and loved him. This is what Lillian would have wanted.
Lillian looked on from heaven and smiled. She remembered those months on the boat when she was pregnant, how happy Lionel was. She wondered how he had gone from an over-excited father to be to a heartless, cold businessman.
Lionel lay down on a couch, and stared up wearily at Martha.
"What ever will we do with our sons?" he asked her jokingly. She rolled her eyes and sat down.
"I have absolutely no idea."
"Did you always want to have children?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, always. I wanted to have a big family. Of course having Clark is probably the equivalent of having five children." She said eagerly.
"I wanted kids too. Not many, maybe just one or two. I wanted both a son and a daughter. I always regret not having a daughter." Lionel mused, "no one to spoil rotten." He smiled.
"I wanted a girl and a boy, or 2 an d2. I always wanted the numbers to be somewhat even. I never really got to think on the topic much you see, only when I was a little girl. When Jonathan and I were actually trying to have a baby, we learned that I couldn't conceive, so my wishes for children stopped there. I love Clark very much. He is my son. But, I was supposed to have a daughter. That's what the people of heaven told me. I will love Clark for my entire life. But I will always long for a daughter."
I really need more reviews. I am trying to satisfy people, but I need more advice Oh, and for the person who asked about Chloe, she gets whats coming to her, but no, she won't be killed
"Alexander?" Lionel croaked at the sound of his son's name. He could not believe what was before his eyes and ears. Martha was on the phone, looking amazed and nodding her head. It was his son on the phone. His son, who he had thought dead, was not dead but alive.
Lucas arrived in Metropolis, and glanced at his watch. 2:00 am. He groaned and slumped back into the limousine. The drive from Edge City had been excruciatingly long. He had to leave his residence there after Lionel sent his men to investigate. Lucas was puzzled that it had taken Lionel so long to figure it all out; that Lucas had been the one to try to kill Lex and that Lionel was going about it the way he was; sending private investigators instead of hitmen. Certainly not to the style of Lionel Luthor. Lucas sighed. He had always been intrigued by being a Luthor, but in reality was more interested with his mother, Rachel DunLeavy; her story, and her side of the family. That was why he was in Metropolis. He had learned she was in a mental institution right outside the border of the city and he planned to visit her. To find out what really happened in 1985, and why he existed in the first place.
Jonathan sighed and looked at the ceiling. He could not sleep. He stared at the empty side of the bed, wishing Martha were there to fill it. He knew it was best for her to leave, but he hated to be without her. He touched the wrapping on his head and groaned. It still hurt, but what hurt more was the memory of the look on Martha's face when he had done this to himself. Jonathan consoled himself with the thought that she was in Metropolis now, safe and sound, and hopefully having a decent time.
Martha could hardly believe her ears. "Martha? Mrs. Kent? Are you there?" Lex asked frantically.
"Yes, I'm here." She responded.
"I decided to call you because you understand. You and Clark, and Mr. Kent as well have opened your family to me. I have done some things I am not proud of, but you have looked past those times, and forgiven me. I have decided to call you because of the relationship you once had with my father." Martha began to interrupt him but he continued. "You were, at one point his confidante, and the one person he could stand in the town. He admired and appreciated you. My father, he saw a part of my mother in you, and after awhile I began to see it too. The relationship with my father has been swept away, but I still see my mother in you. I know you are a wonderful mother to Clark and will make a wonderful mother to your baby." Tears had been welling up behind Martha's eyes since Lex mentioned her resemblance to his mother. At the mention of her baby, the tears began to flow.
"Lex, the baby died. I lost it, and can't get pregnant again. When Jonathan and I left the wedding early, the power surge hit us hard. Jonathan lost control of the truck and it flipped. We were fine, but the impact was too hard for the baby to handle."
"Mrs. Kent, I am so sorry." Lex stated.
"Thank you. Your father, he came to the hospital room. Jonathan and him made peace with each other. Everything was fine between the three of us. But, the loss of my baby hurt me very much. Due to a series of following events, I shut Jonathan out. He, I made him, he felt awful, because of my actions. He smashed his head into a mirror. The next day, my father and Lionel came to take me to Metropolis. That's where we are now. Your father is here."
"By series of events, do you mean the articles written by Chloe Sullivan. She was hired by my father. Wait, he is with you now?"
"Yes Lex, we are in my father's apartment. I assure you, nothing is going on, we are having martinis and reminiscing. Please, talk to your father. He needs to talk to you." She glanced at Lionel, who had a look of utter loss on his face. "Please Lex."
"All right." He said, as Martha handed the phone to Lionel. Lex looked around his sparsely decorated hospital room.
"Son?" Lionel rasped. He wanted Lex to say anything, anything at all. Just so he could hear his voice, be convinced that his son was alive.
"I'm here dad."
"Alexander, I did not do this to you. Please, I would never do this to you. You are my son."
"I know dad. I never thought the crash was instrumented by you." He replied.
"I think I know who did I though." Lionel said. "Your half-brother, Lucas. Martha and I were discussing it, and we came to the conclusion. He is, extremely power hungry, and never truly forgave you for that hostage episode you pulled on him." Lex nodded, and said,
"Do you still love Martha Kent?" he asked. Lionel stared straight ahead. He should be asking how his son was, his son should be asking how Clark is and the other people in Smallville. But, he responded.
"At one point, yes. And still yes, in a way." Lex chuckled.
"Why is it dad, you always fall for redheads, even when you can't see them? Mom, Rachel, and now Martha." Lionel did not respond. "hand the phone to Martha, I need to talk to her." Lionel did so, but first said.
"I love you son; I don't know if I've ever told you. Please, come home." Lex responded softly.
"I love you too dad. There is a first time for everything." Lionel handed the phone to Martha.
"Mrs. Kent, is Clark with you? I really must speak to him." Lex said. Martha choked back a tear.
"No Lex, he's not. Clark ran away after the accident, when he learned of what happened. I don't know where he is now. None of us do."
"I am so sorry. Please, I must go now. Tell my father that I am in good hands, and am safe for now. I should be returning to America as soon as I can physically travel. Please, I must go. Thank you for everything." Martha heard a click as Lex hung up the phone. She slowly put the phone down.
"He is safe, he says. He should be coming back to the states as soon as he can." She told Lionel. Lionel just stared into space. He was being pounded by endless emotions and could not think straight. His son was alive. His son was alive, and loved him. This is what Lillian would have wanted.
Lillian looked on from heaven and smiled. She remembered those months on the boat when she was pregnant, how happy Lionel was. She wondered how he had gone from an over-excited father to be to a heartless, cold businessman.
Lionel lay down on a couch, and stared up wearily at Martha.
"What ever will we do with our sons?" he asked her jokingly. She rolled her eyes and sat down.
"I have absolutely no idea."
"Did you always want to have children?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, always. I wanted to have a big family. Of course having Clark is probably the equivalent of having five children." She said eagerly.
"I wanted kids too. Not many, maybe just one or two. I wanted both a son and a daughter. I always regret not having a daughter." Lionel mused, "no one to spoil rotten." He smiled.
"I wanted a girl and a boy, or 2 an d2. I always wanted the numbers to be somewhat even. I never really got to think on the topic much you see, only when I was a little girl. When Jonathan and I were actually trying to have a baby, we learned that I couldn't conceive, so my wishes for children stopped there. I love Clark very much. He is my son. But, I was supposed to have a daughter. That's what the people of heaven told me. I will love Clark for my entire life. But I will always long for a daughter."