Rachel and Lucas sat on the bed, and talked about past events. Past events
that mainly revolved around Lionel Luthor. Lucas explained that Clark was
not her son, he was, and that Clark was another one of Lionel Luthor's
secrets. Lucas thought he might be another half brother, but Rachel doubted
the possibility.
"Then he would have been put into the adoption service, not taken out of it. No, the Kents have something to do with it too. We will figure it out, my dearest son." They then discussed Lex, the only acknolged son of Lionel Luthor. When Lucas told her what he did to Lex, how he had stopped Helen on the highway, convinced her to turn against him, and how he was the driver of her limo, and offered her money to kill Lex on the plane, Rachel smiled with glee. "Very good my son, very clever of you. Very, Luthor of you." Then, he felt brave enough to ask her a question.
"Rachel, Mother? Why did you have an affair with Lionel? And why did you keep me, the product, the proof of the affair, instead of disposing of me?" Rachel smiled when Lucas called her mother.
"Because," she said stiffly, "You see, Lionel Luthor was a very charming, convinceing man. I thought I loved him. And I thought he loved me. His love for Lillian deteriorated as she did, or his physical love of her at least. I was a pleasurable substitute, my physical ressembleance, but not mirror imagry of her helped. He was attracted to me because I looked like her, but not to the point where he could tell. Also, he fell for how I acted. I didn't treat him as a God, like the other nurses did. I treated him like a man. Which, he apparently liked. We were having an affair for three months before I found out I was pregnant with you. I was still in the first couple of weeks, and I didn't tell him. One night, I asked him in a joking matter, what would happen if I were to get pregnant. He told me firmly that I would abort the baby, no questions asked. I thought their was no problem to that plan, so agreed. But a month later, I began to think that having and bearing a bastard child of Lionel Luthor's could have its uses. Of course I was praying you would be normal, not deformed in any way. When I had you, I returned to him, and told him he had to marry me or I would bring it to the press. W struck a deal, that he would find you a home, and give me money. He also made sure I was undergoing treatment. I am not insane, son. But it gets me out of Lionel's hair.
However, a few months back, I wanted to find you. Then I came across Metropolis United Charities, and with a little investigating, I found out the truth. I went to Smallville, thinking that Clark Kent was my son. There, I met him, Jonathan and Martha Kent. I liked Martha, very sweet, kind lady. Much like the late Lillian Luthor, in body and spirit. Anyway, I kidnapped Lex and told Lionel I would kill him unless he admitted to the press that Clark was our son. He did not, and I almost killed Lex. But, Clark saved him. He used some, magic power. It was terrifying. However, it was then that I got sent here."
"So I was a business opportunity?" Lucas asked.
"Yes, you were. A failed one at that. Much like I am to you at the moment." She responded.
"What do you want from me?" Lucas asked.
"I want you to take me out of this place. Get me out of this asylum."
"I need Lionel to do that, he put you in this place."
"Then you need to get rid of Lex and get to Lionel. Or get in control of him. Do whatever it takes to get your mother out of here, and you will be rewarded." Lucas nodded as he snuck out of her room.
Lionel stood on the roof of his building. Strange as it sounds, he liked it up there. He could see all around the city, and out into the neighboring towns from the top of the skyscraper. He thought he could even see Smallville. He sat on the cement and contemplated the events of the last two weeks. Lex being gone, Martha's miscarriage, Chloe's rampage, Jonathan's forgiveness, Martha's acceptance. Then, Jonathan's self-injury, and Martha's exile to Metropolis. It had been a busy two weeks, he mused; but a prosperous two weeks just the same.
"Lionel Luthor!" he heard shouted behind him. He turned and saw Lucas, in a rage, run toward him. "How dare you put my mother in a hospital!" he shouted as he tried to beat Lionel up. Lionel was quick on his feet and kept dodging.
"Lucas, you don't understand!"
"Oh but I do! We weren't important to you, so you pretended like we did not exist! Well, you can pay me back for that. Take my mom out of the hospital!"
"No! she needs to be there! This is hard for you to understand Lucas, but Rachel is very ill. She needs the treatment there!" Lionel backed away toward the edge of the building. Lucas charged toward him.
"No she doesn't!" she shouted. Lionel threw himself on the ground next to the mini wall on the edge of the building. Lucas, not expecting it, tripped over Lionel and the wall, and fell over the side of the skyscraper, to his death.
"Then he would have been put into the adoption service, not taken out of it. No, the Kents have something to do with it too. We will figure it out, my dearest son." They then discussed Lex, the only acknolged son of Lionel Luthor. When Lucas told her what he did to Lex, how he had stopped Helen on the highway, convinced her to turn against him, and how he was the driver of her limo, and offered her money to kill Lex on the plane, Rachel smiled with glee. "Very good my son, very clever of you. Very, Luthor of you." Then, he felt brave enough to ask her a question.
"Rachel, Mother? Why did you have an affair with Lionel? And why did you keep me, the product, the proof of the affair, instead of disposing of me?" Rachel smiled when Lucas called her mother.
"Because," she said stiffly, "You see, Lionel Luthor was a very charming, convinceing man. I thought I loved him. And I thought he loved me. His love for Lillian deteriorated as she did, or his physical love of her at least. I was a pleasurable substitute, my physical ressembleance, but not mirror imagry of her helped. He was attracted to me because I looked like her, but not to the point where he could tell. Also, he fell for how I acted. I didn't treat him as a God, like the other nurses did. I treated him like a man. Which, he apparently liked. We were having an affair for three months before I found out I was pregnant with you. I was still in the first couple of weeks, and I didn't tell him. One night, I asked him in a joking matter, what would happen if I were to get pregnant. He told me firmly that I would abort the baby, no questions asked. I thought their was no problem to that plan, so agreed. But a month later, I began to think that having and bearing a bastard child of Lionel Luthor's could have its uses. Of course I was praying you would be normal, not deformed in any way. When I had you, I returned to him, and told him he had to marry me or I would bring it to the press. W struck a deal, that he would find you a home, and give me money. He also made sure I was undergoing treatment. I am not insane, son. But it gets me out of Lionel's hair.
However, a few months back, I wanted to find you. Then I came across Metropolis United Charities, and with a little investigating, I found out the truth. I went to Smallville, thinking that Clark Kent was my son. There, I met him, Jonathan and Martha Kent. I liked Martha, very sweet, kind lady. Much like the late Lillian Luthor, in body and spirit. Anyway, I kidnapped Lex and told Lionel I would kill him unless he admitted to the press that Clark was our son. He did not, and I almost killed Lex. But, Clark saved him. He used some, magic power. It was terrifying. However, it was then that I got sent here."
"So I was a business opportunity?" Lucas asked.
"Yes, you were. A failed one at that. Much like I am to you at the moment." She responded.
"What do you want from me?" Lucas asked.
"I want you to take me out of this place. Get me out of this asylum."
"I need Lionel to do that, he put you in this place."
"Then you need to get rid of Lex and get to Lionel. Or get in control of him. Do whatever it takes to get your mother out of here, and you will be rewarded." Lucas nodded as he snuck out of her room.
Lionel stood on the roof of his building. Strange as it sounds, he liked it up there. He could see all around the city, and out into the neighboring towns from the top of the skyscraper. He thought he could even see Smallville. He sat on the cement and contemplated the events of the last two weeks. Lex being gone, Martha's miscarriage, Chloe's rampage, Jonathan's forgiveness, Martha's acceptance. Then, Jonathan's self-injury, and Martha's exile to Metropolis. It had been a busy two weeks, he mused; but a prosperous two weeks just the same.
"Lionel Luthor!" he heard shouted behind him. He turned and saw Lucas, in a rage, run toward him. "How dare you put my mother in a hospital!" he shouted as he tried to beat Lionel up. Lionel was quick on his feet and kept dodging.
"Lucas, you don't understand!"
"Oh but I do! We weren't important to you, so you pretended like we did not exist! Well, you can pay me back for that. Take my mom out of the hospital!"
"No! she needs to be there! This is hard for you to understand Lucas, but Rachel is very ill. She needs the treatment there!" Lionel backed away toward the edge of the building. Lucas charged toward him.
"No she doesn't!" she shouted. Lionel threw himself on the ground next to the mini wall on the edge of the building. Lucas, not expecting it, tripped over Lionel and the wall, and fell over the side of the skyscraper, to his death.