SORORITY LEX CHAPTER 13
Authors note: Ok Drug use warning, just so everyone is clear, I don't do drugs, never have, probably will, but I know people who do drugs, and they can act like complete idiots half the time, so as a responsible fan fic author, I encourage you to "SAY NO" but really the final decision's up to you. I'm getting close to the big finale.
Now that Martha had come to work for Lex, his work load had decreased dramatically, leaving him more time to sleep, though he still did rarely.
On his time off, Lex would sit in his room, the door locked, with a cone, alcohol, or some other illegal drug, and as the trial came closer, he started using more, cracking under the stress.
Showing up to court, for your own trial, off your face would be considered utterly stupid, but Lex was far from caring, he would rather have missed it, and spent the day sitting on his couch, wearing nothing but a pair of tattered pants that had the strong smell of weed, smoking a bong, but that was unacceptable. Martha had dragged him off his chair, got him into a cold shower and dressed, ready for the trial.
There was no case, Lex won, and even got some compensation, for having to show up at court when it was clearly unnecessary. Overall it wasn't a complete waist, he had $20,000 to spend on drugs, and that made Lex smile.
When Lex got home he was attacked by the bad case of the munchies, which resulted in him raiding the kitchen for those 'In a Biskit' things he bought, about a week ago.
Lex knew he had something important on for tonight, but couldn't exactly remember what. Fe knew it had something to do with Clark and dinner, but he had no clue as to what time to pick Clark up, or what to wear. Everything was getting all fucked up again.
Lex walked over to the bathroom, and forced himself to throw up, again, it was becoming a type of ritual for him. Have a meal, throw it up, smoke a bong, have some munchies. It was starting to take its toll on Lex's body, even with his meteor enhanced immune system, he couldn't keep up with this onslaught, and he began loosing weight rapidly until he got to a little under half his body weight, which again was dangerously low.
He went to rinse his mouth out when he saw a post-it note stuck on his mirror, written in his own messy handwriting. It said: Pick Clark up at 7:00pm to go to the Talon for your anniversary. Lex looked at his watch; it was 6:30pm now.
"Shit" Lex cursed as he looked at his reflection. He stripped off his clothes and jumped into a freezing cold shower, hoping that it would wake him up slightly. It worked, Lex became somewhat more alert, when he got out and dried himself off.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked into his bedroom, which now smelled of spilled bong water and alcohol. He walked over to his wardrobe, and pulled out some 'casual attire' from his old bulimic days. They consisted of torn baggie jeans, and a loose fitting shirt, which he wore a big jacket over.
"Watch out Smallville, I doubt you have seen me in jeans," Lex said to himself once he finished getting ready.
At the Kent house, Clark ran a comb through his hair, before checking himself out in the mirror, he was wearing a pair of black pants, and a simple but elegant shirt, something Lex would wear to go down to the milk bar, if he ever did that.
There was a knock at the door, and as Clark was the only one home he bolted down the stairs. Lex was standing at the front door, with his hands in his pockets, chains tangled and a vast array of spikes and studs around his neck and wrists. Clark stood there amazed at the transformation Lex had gone through. He could pass for anyone on the street thanks to the beanie he was warring to hide his bald head.
"Wow, you look." Clark said trying to find the right word to describe Lex's appearance. ".Different"
"You look good yourself" Lex replied as Clark opened the door and stepped out. Lex gave him a quick kiss on the lips before saying "let's go, I'm absolutely starved"
The Talon was reasonably full for that time of the day and as Lex walked in there was a collective hush around the small café.
The boys found a secluded table at the back of the Talon. Lana came up to them and nearly dropped her order pad when she saw what Lex was wearing.
"What is it swap the wardrobe day?" Lana asked after she had recovered from the shock of seeing Lex in anything less than a $1000 suit.
"Nah, just some bumming round the house shit I picked up a while back" Lex answered "So can I have a Latte, and a large triple choc muffin if you have them."
Lana jotted down Lex's order before turning to Clark.
"Just a Latte, thanks Lana," he said. Lana wrote down the order and then walked off.
Clark turned to Lex "What has gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?" Lex asked
"Ok a couple of weeks ago you were throwing up everything you ate, now you smell like marijuana, and you are dressing like you raided some punk guy's wardrobe."
"What, cause I indulge myself once in a while, doesn't mean that there's something wrong, or maybe you haven't bothered to look under the suit, tie and cold exterior" Lex snapped at Clark
"What is your problem?" Clark said back, trying to keep his emotions in check, it hurt him so much to see Lex in this state.
"I got to go, I'm sorry Clark" Lex stood up and ran from the Talon to his car.
Clark waited a while before he followed; Lex needed time to cool off before he even attempted to approach him. So Clark waited in the Talon a half an hour, drinking his coffee, until he stood up, paid Lana, and walked out of the Talon.
The castle was empty. Lex must have sent the staff home early. That was never a good sign. Clark ran up the driveway and through the front door, taking the stairs directly to Lex's room
Clark walked into the bedroom to find Lex laying on the floor, with an empty bottle of scotch beside him and a dagger in the other one.
Lex was making shallow cuts in his arms, watching the blood flow down his ivory skin, smiling as he slowly bled himself out.
"LEX" Clark screamed, running as fast as he could over to his lover, picking him up in his arms, and carrying him over to the bed.
Lex lashed out, slashing at Clarks face, with no effect. Clark grabbed the dagger, and threw it to the other side of the room while holding the struggling Lex down.
"Somebody, help me" Clark called out, but no one was there to help his love. "Lex, calm down please, it's me Clark"
Lex passed out in Clark's arms, blood still flowing out of the wounds.
Clark switched to auto pilot, picking Lex up as gently as he could and running with all the speed he could muster to Smallville General Hospital.
The doctors took Lex off Clark's hands, as soon as he called for help, rushing him into the emergency room.
The wait was agonizing; Clark paced around the waiting room, hoping the doctors who were treating Lex would come out and give him some good news.
The seconds felt like hours, minutes felt like days, but after 3 hours, the doctor came out and sat Clark down, giving him the news, whether it was good or bad.
"Lex is resting at this moment, he didn't lose too much blood, but we have given him a transfusion just in case. What I'm really worried about was the level of drugs and alcohol in his bloodstream, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"
"I knew he smoked marijuana, but he clamed that it was not that often," Clark said truthfully.
"I'm also concerned about his weight, have you noticed him not eating, or throwing up his food?" The doctor asked
"There was this one time a couple of weeks ago, but he said he had stopped doing it, he's been under a lot of stress lately"
"Well, we put a couple of strictures in his wrists, and he should remain here overnight, and when he does go home, make sure he is not left alone, there is nothing we can really do until he admits he has a problem and is willing to let someone help him," the doctor said
"Can I go see him?" Clark asked, the doctor nodded and showed him to Lex's room.
Lex was asleep, he looked so pale, like he had just died, Clark could see the white bandages on Lex's wrists, he could hear the faint drip of blood from the IV that was attached to his arm, replenishing the vital fluids within his body.
Clark sat in a chair next to Lex's bed. 'It's going to be a long night' he thought
~TBC~
Authors note: Ok Drug use warning, just so everyone is clear, I don't do drugs, never have, probably will, but I know people who do drugs, and they can act like complete idiots half the time, so as a responsible fan fic author, I encourage you to "SAY NO" but really the final decision's up to you. I'm getting close to the big finale.
Now that Martha had come to work for Lex, his work load had decreased dramatically, leaving him more time to sleep, though he still did rarely.
On his time off, Lex would sit in his room, the door locked, with a cone, alcohol, or some other illegal drug, and as the trial came closer, he started using more, cracking under the stress.
Showing up to court, for your own trial, off your face would be considered utterly stupid, but Lex was far from caring, he would rather have missed it, and spent the day sitting on his couch, wearing nothing but a pair of tattered pants that had the strong smell of weed, smoking a bong, but that was unacceptable. Martha had dragged him off his chair, got him into a cold shower and dressed, ready for the trial.
There was no case, Lex won, and even got some compensation, for having to show up at court when it was clearly unnecessary. Overall it wasn't a complete waist, he had $20,000 to spend on drugs, and that made Lex smile.
When Lex got home he was attacked by the bad case of the munchies, which resulted in him raiding the kitchen for those 'In a Biskit' things he bought, about a week ago.
Lex knew he had something important on for tonight, but couldn't exactly remember what. Fe knew it had something to do with Clark and dinner, but he had no clue as to what time to pick Clark up, or what to wear. Everything was getting all fucked up again.
Lex walked over to the bathroom, and forced himself to throw up, again, it was becoming a type of ritual for him. Have a meal, throw it up, smoke a bong, have some munchies. It was starting to take its toll on Lex's body, even with his meteor enhanced immune system, he couldn't keep up with this onslaught, and he began loosing weight rapidly until he got to a little under half his body weight, which again was dangerously low.
He went to rinse his mouth out when he saw a post-it note stuck on his mirror, written in his own messy handwriting. It said: Pick Clark up at 7:00pm to go to the Talon for your anniversary. Lex looked at his watch; it was 6:30pm now.
"Shit" Lex cursed as he looked at his reflection. He stripped off his clothes and jumped into a freezing cold shower, hoping that it would wake him up slightly. It worked, Lex became somewhat more alert, when he got out and dried himself off.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked into his bedroom, which now smelled of spilled bong water and alcohol. He walked over to his wardrobe, and pulled out some 'casual attire' from his old bulimic days. They consisted of torn baggie jeans, and a loose fitting shirt, which he wore a big jacket over.
"Watch out Smallville, I doubt you have seen me in jeans," Lex said to himself once he finished getting ready.
At the Kent house, Clark ran a comb through his hair, before checking himself out in the mirror, he was wearing a pair of black pants, and a simple but elegant shirt, something Lex would wear to go down to the milk bar, if he ever did that.
There was a knock at the door, and as Clark was the only one home he bolted down the stairs. Lex was standing at the front door, with his hands in his pockets, chains tangled and a vast array of spikes and studs around his neck and wrists. Clark stood there amazed at the transformation Lex had gone through. He could pass for anyone on the street thanks to the beanie he was warring to hide his bald head.
"Wow, you look." Clark said trying to find the right word to describe Lex's appearance. ".Different"
"You look good yourself" Lex replied as Clark opened the door and stepped out. Lex gave him a quick kiss on the lips before saying "let's go, I'm absolutely starved"
The Talon was reasonably full for that time of the day and as Lex walked in there was a collective hush around the small café.
The boys found a secluded table at the back of the Talon. Lana came up to them and nearly dropped her order pad when she saw what Lex was wearing.
"What is it swap the wardrobe day?" Lana asked after she had recovered from the shock of seeing Lex in anything less than a $1000 suit.
"Nah, just some bumming round the house shit I picked up a while back" Lex answered "So can I have a Latte, and a large triple choc muffin if you have them."
Lana jotted down Lex's order before turning to Clark.
"Just a Latte, thanks Lana," he said. Lana wrote down the order and then walked off.
Clark turned to Lex "What has gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?" Lex asked
"Ok a couple of weeks ago you were throwing up everything you ate, now you smell like marijuana, and you are dressing like you raided some punk guy's wardrobe."
"What, cause I indulge myself once in a while, doesn't mean that there's something wrong, or maybe you haven't bothered to look under the suit, tie and cold exterior" Lex snapped at Clark
"What is your problem?" Clark said back, trying to keep his emotions in check, it hurt him so much to see Lex in this state.
"I got to go, I'm sorry Clark" Lex stood up and ran from the Talon to his car.
Clark waited a while before he followed; Lex needed time to cool off before he even attempted to approach him. So Clark waited in the Talon a half an hour, drinking his coffee, until he stood up, paid Lana, and walked out of the Talon.
The castle was empty. Lex must have sent the staff home early. That was never a good sign. Clark ran up the driveway and through the front door, taking the stairs directly to Lex's room
Clark walked into the bedroom to find Lex laying on the floor, with an empty bottle of scotch beside him and a dagger in the other one.
Lex was making shallow cuts in his arms, watching the blood flow down his ivory skin, smiling as he slowly bled himself out.
"LEX" Clark screamed, running as fast as he could over to his lover, picking him up in his arms, and carrying him over to the bed.
Lex lashed out, slashing at Clarks face, with no effect. Clark grabbed the dagger, and threw it to the other side of the room while holding the struggling Lex down.
"Somebody, help me" Clark called out, but no one was there to help his love. "Lex, calm down please, it's me Clark"
Lex passed out in Clark's arms, blood still flowing out of the wounds.
Clark switched to auto pilot, picking Lex up as gently as he could and running with all the speed he could muster to Smallville General Hospital.
The doctors took Lex off Clark's hands, as soon as he called for help, rushing him into the emergency room.
The wait was agonizing; Clark paced around the waiting room, hoping the doctors who were treating Lex would come out and give him some good news.
The seconds felt like hours, minutes felt like days, but after 3 hours, the doctor came out and sat Clark down, giving him the news, whether it was good or bad.
"Lex is resting at this moment, he didn't lose too much blood, but we have given him a transfusion just in case. What I'm really worried about was the level of drugs and alcohol in his bloodstream, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"
"I knew he smoked marijuana, but he clamed that it was not that often," Clark said truthfully.
"I'm also concerned about his weight, have you noticed him not eating, or throwing up his food?" The doctor asked
"There was this one time a couple of weeks ago, but he said he had stopped doing it, he's been under a lot of stress lately"
"Well, we put a couple of strictures in his wrists, and he should remain here overnight, and when he does go home, make sure he is not left alone, there is nothing we can really do until he admits he has a problem and is willing to let someone help him," the doctor said
"Can I go see him?" Clark asked, the doctor nodded and showed him to Lex's room.
Lex was asleep, he looked so pale, like he had just died, Clark could see the white bandages on Lex's wrists, he could hear the faint drip of blood from the IV that was attached to his arm, replenishing the vital fluids within his body.
Clark sat in a chair next to Lex's bed. 'It's going to be a long night' he thought
~TBC~