Since this is a Smallville story Clark Kent has to have more than an
honorable mention right; here's some Clark for all you Kent fans, along
with the Kent family well Martha at least.
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~~~ Clark's Piece. ~~~
Clark Kent had come to Belle Reve to free his friend; he had not told anyone, not even his parents. He knew his parents would argue with him about this; Chloe had ties with Lionel Luthor making him not really trust her as he did before. She was still his friend. However, she had the tendency to run off at the mouth, and she was a woman scorned by him. Lana wanted no more to do with him; he hoped to change that. He needed Lex's brotherly advise to do such. Pete was not a Lex fan so putting him in this loop was not a good idea; it was nice having at least one non-parental person that knew his secret, though. If he got Lex out of this predicament safely and soundly, he would tell him everything. These were Clark's thoughts as he sped onto the hospital grounds. What he had not expected was the alarms to already be going off. He stopped against a van, pulled out a piece of paper, and looked it over. He had hacked his way to a blue print of the institution using Chloe's computer. Finding where he needed to go, he was off, again, in a blur of red flannel and blue jeans. Entering the tunnels, he heard voices; he slowed down to a normal run. Coming around a corner, he spotted a person in a white coat kneeling over Lex slapping him on the face. He leapt forward, grabbing the doctor, he guessed and threw her against the wall.
He got into Lex's sight line. "Lex! Lex it's me Clark."
"Clark? Who? Where? Why are there two of you?" Lex muttered.
There was blood on Lex's shirt; he wanted to go beat up on the first person he saw in a lab coat. Doctors were supposed to help, not hurt. What Dr. Foster had planned for Lex was nothing short of torture. Clark looked back, casting a nasty glare at the lab coat wearing lackey that he fast-balled into the wall. A crash shook him from his murderous thoughts; quickly, he gathered up the, now, unconscious Lex Luthor, blasted out of the hospital and out of Metropolis. He needed to take Lex to a safe place to sleep off the tranquilizers, as well as clean his system of all else they had filled him with for the months he had been there. For the time being though, Clark took Lex to his fortress of solitude, the loft at the barn in Smallville. At least there he could watch over Lex until his friend woke up. Lex was not an innocent soul nor was he malevolent like Lionel. He did not deserve what had been done to him. Clark decided thinking no more about it was the best for now.
Once they reached the barn, Clark laid Lex on the couch. It was ragtag and hardly made for sleeping, but he had no other choice. It was either the couch or plopping his friend on a mound of hay covered with a horse blanket. Clark felt for injuries but found that Lex had none; this led him to wonder where all the blood came from. He smiled at the thought of Lex fighting his way out of the asylum. He sat down because the rescue had taken a lot out of him. He looked at Lex's drug induced sleeping form, and it was here he thought about how there was absolutely no signs of injury of any sort on Lex. This was strange; certainly, Lex would not have allowed anything of this sort. It was, then, he noticed on the floor near the couch was a black notebook. There was a strange symbol in the ebony of the cover; it looked like a paw print of some animal. Thinking nothing of it, he flipped it open and scanned through. The hand writing on the pages was not Lex's, but the contents of the notebook were about Lex or, at least, for him. It documented in pieces things that Lex had babbled, along with simple illustrations to help clear the more vague rambles. Clark was disturbed by the notes and illustrations of the treatment Lex had been administered for several weeks. Clark had found out about Dr. Foster's research and experimental machinations; but he did not think it was this completely disturbing. Electro-shock therapy combined with pain amplifying drugs would damage the subjects' short term memories, and the enhanced pain would create mental barriers. In conclusion, this would work to obstruct the patients from ever recovering any semblance of normal memory function. Clark was surprised to feel wetness on his face as he read further into the outlines of the treatment. He had gotten to the end of the notebook and on the back cover was a map that led to someplace in the northeast. He was so engrossed in the writings that he failed to hear someone enter the barn.
"Clark, honey are you going to..." His mother's voice brought him out of the notebook.
Clark stood up as he found himself face to face with a very shocked Martha Kent. She prepared to unleash a verbal spanking on Clark when she noticed tears in her son's eyes.
"What is it, Clark?" She asked, her features softening.
Clark showed her the note book and recapped what he had read about the treatment; he left out the part about Lex almost dying. When he finished, Martha was on the verge of tears. She went over to Lex and lifted his eyelids. She was in mother-hen mode; even though, Lex was not her son.
"He'll be out for the rest of the night and, probably, most of the morning. We better take him into the house." Mrs. Kent stated.
Clark looked down. "What about Dad? He'll go nuts."
"Your father will understand; Lex, sort of, grew on him. He only despises Lex a little these days." Martha explained.
Clark smiled. "Thanks Mom. Sorry I didn't tell you or Dad about this."
"That's Ok. Well, chop chop young man! And don't think you're getting out of a punishment just because you played hero! I see a grounding in your future." Martha stated as she moved out of the way.
As Clark carried Lex into the house, he wondered who had done this. It seemed that Lex had attracted another hero who played substitute savior to Smallville's own million dollar danger magnet.
Lex spent a few days at the Kent farm and he was anything but his usual self. After the sedative wore off, he spent most of his time either staring blankly or asking questions repeatedly. Clark knew this was the effects of the drugs and treatment he had received in the asylum. It was frustrating seeing Lex a quarter of the man he used to be and he knew it was, no doubt, frustrating to Lex. Clark had finally figured out the last part of the notebook, and the map on the back cover was to a safe place to put Lex until he healed. Whoever had authored the notebook had thought of everything. Clark wondered if the escape was even Lex's idea.
On Lex's last day in Smallville, for a while, Clark showed him the notebook. They where up in the loft.
"What's this?" Lex asked.
Clark shrugged. "Thought you could tell me."
Lex took the book and opened it. He read it, flipping through the pages slow at first. As he examined it, he moved across the pages faster. When he got to the middle, he stopped and dropped the book, clutching his forehead, pain etched on his smooth features.
Clark moved closer to Lex. "What is it Lex?!"
"It hurts; I can't remember. I want to, but every time I try..." Lex said his voice straining to form the words.
Clark put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's ok, you don't have to try right now. Give it time; whatever they did to you is the cause."
Lex looked up at Clark. The hollowness that haunted his eyes faded as he looked from Clark to the notebook in his lap.
Clark looked at Lex, wonder in his voice. "What is it, Lex?"
"Someone, a girl, said the same thing to me in the ward." Lex said.
Clark nodded; leave it to Lex to find girls to fawn over him, even in a mental hospital. The guy was not only a lure for pain and hurt; he was also a certified chick magnet. Clark mused that Lex, probably, had a framed diploma from Stud Muffin University stashed away somewhere that verified this.
"It was her; she did it. Everything, she did it all." Lex exclaimed getting excited.
Clark tried to calm Lex. "Did what? Calm down Lex."
"Where is she Clark? She helped me, got me into the tunnels; it was her idea. She even saved my life, I think." Lex exclaimed.
Clark sat back. "The only person with you in the tunnel was some lady doctor and she was hurting you. I knocked her out and got you out of there."
"No, not a doctor; she was just wearing the lab coat." Lex said as he remembered.
Clark looked at Lex, trouble on his face. "Are you sure? Oh man, I'm sorry; I didn't think."
There was nothing else Clark could say. He had made the wrong decision, but he'd had a fifty-fifty chance at the time.
"You couldn't have known Clark; I mean, you're not a super human or anything." Lex stated sadness in his voice.
Lex looked outward at the setting sun; Clark followed his friend's gaze.
Clark had to break the silence. "I'm sure she'll be ok. I mean, she saved you, so she has some good karma coming to her."
"That's what she called herself. I thought she did not know her real name or wouldn't tell me." Lex answered.
There was a pause as Lex inhaled deeply; he, then, continued.
"I don't know Clark; I just don't know." Lex stated.
Again there was more silence as the sun vanished below the horizon.
Clark sighed. "Again, I'm really sorry Lex; I didn't know."
Clark was saddened when Lex turned to him, confusion on his face.
"Sorry for what? What were we talking about?" Lex asked.
Any clarity in Lex's eyes was gone once again; Clark just shook his head. Lex had gone upstairs to sleep, aided by some sedatives that Clark's mother ordered him to take. As an after thought, Clark wrote down something on the inside of the front cover of the notebook. He figured every little bit would help if Lex was to fuse all the pieces of his shattered mind back together. Once out of Kansas and hidden away, Lex would be able to start to mend his mind. Clark knew that once Lionel Luthor got wind of the break out, he would come to find Lex and put him back in the asylum. This time Clark would make sure that did not happen. He owed it to Lex; he had played the coward running out on Lex the last time. Friends did not do that sort of thing, especially, when he considered Lex a big brother, as well as a friend. Clark suspected Lionel was behind what was being done to Lex, but he had no proof whatsoever. So getting Lex as far away from Lionel as he could was the only solution. Martha and Clark would accompany Lex up to New England. There, they would follow the map to the safe house that only one person knew about. Clark hoped that Lex's torment by his father would end, at least, long enough for Lex to get better. Clark knew that if anyone could match Lionel Luthor blow for blow, it was Lex. Clark turned off his lamp and made a wish as he dozed off. He wished that whoever it was that changed Lex's outcome would watch over him during the times when Clark could not be there. Lex was destined for greatness with good influences from himself, his family, and what small group of friends Lex had made in Smallville. Lex's destiny would be nothing but true greatness of the good kind.
~~~ Clark's Piece. ~~~
Clark Kent had come to Belle Reve to free his friend; he had not told anyone, not even his parents. He knew his parents would argue with him about this; Chloe had ties with Lionel Luthor making him not really trust her as he did before. She was still his friend. However, she had the tendency to run off at the mouth, and she was a woman scorned by him. Lana wanted no more to do with him; he hoped to change that. He needed Lex's brotherly advise to do such. Pete was not a Lex fan so putting him in this loop was not a good idea; it was nice having at least one non-parental person that knew his secret, though. If he got Lex out of this predicament safely and soundly, he would tell him everything. These were Clark's thoughts as he sped onto the hospital grounds. What he had not expected was the alarms to already be going off. He stopped against a van, pulled out a piece of paper, and looked it over. He had hacked his way to a blue print of the institution using Chloe's computer. Finding where he needed to go, he was off, again, in a blur of red flannel and blue jeans. Entering the tunnels, he heard voices; he slowed down to a normal run. Coming around a corner, he spotted a person in a white coat kneeling over Lex slapping him on the face. He leapt forward, grabbing the doctor, he guessed and threw her against the wall.
He got into Lex's sight line. "Lex! Lex it's me Clark."
"Clark? Who? Where? Why are there two of you?" Lex muttered.
There was blood on Lex's shirt; he wanted to go beat up on the first person he saw in a lab coat. Doctors were supposed to help, not hurt. What Dr. Foster had planned for Lex was nothing short of torture. Clark looked back, casting a nasty glare at the lab coat wearing lackey that he fast-balled into the wall. A crash shook him from his murderous thoughts; quickly, he gathered up the, now, unconscious Lex Luthor, blasted out of the hospital and out of Metropolis. He needed to take Lex to a safe place to sleep off the tranquilizers, as well as clean his system of all else they had filled him with for the months he had been there. For the time being though, Clark took Lex to his fortress of solitude, the loft at the barn in Smallville. At least there he could watch over Lex until his friend woke up. Lex was not an innocent soul nor was he malevolent like Lionel. He did not deserve what had been done to him. Clark decided thinking no more about it was the best for now.
Once they reached the barn, Clark laid Lex on the couch. It was ragtag and hardly made for sleeping, but he had no other choice. It was either the couch or plopping his friend on a mound of hay covered with a horse blanket. Clark felt for injuries but found that Lex had none; this led him to wonder where all the blood came from. He smiled at the thought of Lex fighting his way out of the asylum. He sat down because the rescue had taken a lot out of him. He looked at Lex's drug induced sleeping form, and it was here he thought about how there was absolutely no signs of injury of any sort on Lex. This was strange; certainly, Lex would not have allowed anything of this sort. It was, then, he noticed on the floor near the couch was a black notebook. There was a strange symbol in the ebony of the cover; it looked like a paw print of some animal. Thinking nothing of it, he flipped it open and scanned through. The hand writing on the pages was not Lex's, but the contents of the notebook were about Lex or, at least, for him. It documented in pieces things that Lex had babbled, along with simple illustrations to help clear the more vague rambles. Clark was disturbed by the notes and illustrations of the treatment Lex had been administered for several weeks. Clark had found out about Dr. Foster's research and experimental machinations; but he did not think it was this completely disturbing. Electro-shock therapy combined with pain amplifying drugs would damage the subjects' short term memories, and the enhanced pain would create mental barriers. In conclusion, this would work to obstruct the patients from ever recovering any semblance of normal memory function. Clark was surprised to feel wetness on his face as he read further into the outlines of the treatment. He had gotten to the end of the notebook and on the back cover was a map that led to someplace in the northeast. He was so engrossed in the writings that he failed to hear someone enter the barn.
"Clark, honey are you going to..." His mother's voice brought him out of the notebook.
Clark stood up as he found himself face to face with a very shocked Martha Kent. She prepared to unleash a verbal spanking on Clark when she noticed tears in her son's eyes.
"What is it, Clark?" She asked, her features softening.
Clark showed her the note book and recapped what he had read about the treatment; he left out the part about Lex almost dying. When he finished, Martha was on the verge of tears. She went over to Lex and lifted his eyelids. She was in mother-hen mode; even though, Lex was not her son.
"He'll be out for the rest of the night and, probably, most of the morning. We better take him into the house." Mrs. Kent stated.
Clark looked down. "What about Dad? He'll go nuts."
"Your father will understand; Lex, sort of, grew on him. He only despises Lex a little these days." Martha explained.
Clark smiled. "Thanks Mom. Sorry I didn't tell you or Dad about this."
"That's Ok. Well, chop chop young man! And don't think you're getting out of a punishment just because you played hero! I see a grounding in your future." Martha stated as she moved out of the way.
As Clark carried Lex into the house, he wondered who had done this. It seemed that Lex had attracted another hero who played substitute savior to Smallville's own million dollar danger magnet.
Lex spent a few days at the Kent farm and he was anything but his usual self. After the sedative wore off, he spent most of his time either staring blankly or asking questions repeatedly. Clark knew this was the effects of the drugs and treatment he had received in the asylum. It was frustrating seeing Lex a quarter of the man he used to be and he knew it was, no doubt, frustrating to Lex. Clark had finally figured out the last part of the notebook, and the map on the back cover was to a safe place to put Lex until he healed. Whoever had authored the notebook had thought of everything. Clark wondered if the escape was even Lex's idea.
On Lex's last day in Smallville, for a while, Clark showed him the notebook. They where up in the loft.
"What's this?" Lex asked.
Clark shrugged. "Thought you could tell me."
Lex took the book and opened it. He read it, flipping through the pages slow at first. As he examined it, he moved across the pages faster. When he got to the middle, he stopped and dropped the book, clutching his forehead, pain etched on his smooth features.
Clark moved closer to Lex. "What is it Lex?!"
"It hurts; I can't remember. I want to, but every time I try..." Lex said his voice straining to form the words.
Clark put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's ok, you don't have to try right now. Give it time; whatever they did to you is the cause."
Lex looked up at Clark. The hollowness that haunted his eyes faded as he looked from Clark to the notebook in his lap.
Clark looked at Lex, wonder in his voice. "What is it, Lex?"
"Someone, a girl, said the same thing to me in the ward." Lex said.
Clark nodded; leave it to Lex to find girls to fawn over him, even in a mental hospital. The guy was not only a lure for pain and hurt; he was also a certified chick magnet. Clark mused that Lex, probably, had a framed diploma from Stud Muffin University stashed away somewhere that verified this.
"It was her; she did it. Everything, she did it all." Lex exclaimed getting excited.
Clark tried to calm Lex. "Did what? Calm down Lex."
"Where is she Clark? She helped me, got me into the tunnels; it was her idea. She even saved my life, I think." Lex exclaimed.
Clark sat back. "The only person with you in the tunnel was some lady doctor and she was hurting you. I knocked her out and got you out of there."
"No, not a doctor; she was just wearing the lab coat." Lex said as he remembered.
Clark looked at Lex, trouble on his face. "Are you sure? Oh man, I'm sorry; I didn't think."
There was nothing else Clark could say. He had made the wrong decision, but he'd had a fifty-fifty chance at the time.
"You couldn't have known Clark; I mean, you're not a super human or anything." Lex stated sadness in his voice.
Lex looked outward at the setting sun; Clark followed his friend's gaze.
Clark had to break the silence. "I'm sure she'll be ok. I mean, she saved you, so she has some good karma coming to her."
"That's what she called herself. I thought she did not know her real name or wouldn't tell me." Lex answered.
There was a pause as Lex inhaled deeply; he, then, continued.
"I don't know Clark; I just don't know." Lex stated.
Again there was more silence as the sun vanished below the horizon.
Clark sighed. "Again, I'm really sorry Lex; I didn't know."
Clark was saddened when Lex turned to him, confusion on his face.
"Sorry for what? What were we talking about?" Lex asked.
Any clarity in Lex's eyes was gone once again; Clark just shook his head. Lex had gone upstairs to sleep, aided by some sedatives that Clark's mother ordered him to take. As an after thought, Clark wrote down something on the inside of the front cover of the notebook. He figured every little bit would help if Lex was to fuse all the pieces of his shattered mind back together. Once out of Kansas and hidden away, Lex would be able to start to mend his mind. Clark knew that once Lionel Luthor got wind of the break out, he would come to find Lex and put him back in the asylum. This time Clark would make sure that did not happen. He owed it to Lex; he had played the coward running out on Lex the last time. Friends did not do that sort of thing, especially, when he considered Lex a big brother, as well as a friend. Clark suspected Lionel was behind what was being done to Lex, but he had no proof whatsoever. So getting Lex as far away from Lionel as he could was the only solution. Martha and Clark would accompany Lex up to New England. There, they would follow the map to the safe house that only one person knew about. Clark hoped that Lex's torment by his father would end, at least, long enough for Lex to get better. Clark knew that if anyone could match Lionel Luthor blow for blow, it was Lex. Clark turned off his lamp and made a wish as he dozed off. He wished that whoever it was that changed Lex's outcome would watch over him during the times when Clark could not be there. Lex was destined for greatness with good influences from himself, his family, and what small group of friends Lex had made in Smallville. Lex's destiny would be nothing but true greatness of the good kind.