Chapter 7
The room was dark and Lex was slowly regaining consciousness. He saw a middle-aged man sitting at his desk. It was the scientist, Dr. Walgrave.
He looked up and there was the same blonde chick from yesterday, glaring into space, her eyes reflecting a pale gray.
He wanted to fire him right here and now, but something told him that this was getting very interesting. Perhaps maybe this was the final piece in the mystery surrounding the kryptonite drugs.
"Let me go." That was the usual for this type of conversation. Maybe he could just cut to the chase and ask how much money he wanted.
"No, not until I have satisfaction."
"Satisfaction?" Lex cut to point, a smirk on his face. "If you want satisfaction try the drugs yourself."
"I suggest you be quiet." he said.
"Really, you know how much worse the mutant problem is now than before? How about you ask Mr. Don Stevenson. He died of withdrawal yesterday," Lex pointed to the blonde. "Who's to say she's not in the same lot?"
"Look, I designed the drugs to help."
"Yeah, and that's why they have destructive power ten times that of cocaine. I'm sure your definitely making it better."
"We just need to make an agreement, Mr. Luthor." Walgrave said, standing up angrily and walking around Lex's chair.
"An agreement." Lex clarified
"Yes," He paced around, "I want your secrecy, and you have the power to make this go away."
"Why, feel threatened by a couple of kids and their high school newspaper?"
"No, You have the missing part of the drugs, we need the chemical that was present in the first trial of testing. Things will continue until you give me the information I need. I suggest you cooperate, Mr Luther."
"Formula?" Lex looked at him skeptically, "I don't know what you're talking about. You are the only way I know about the drugs. I thought you were the only one hired by my father."
"No, there were two before me, but they both died. He hides their research from me, never telling me the whole truth. He seems to enjoy my worthless toil." He said with a melodramatic sadness in his voice.
"And you think his son wouldn't do exactly the same?" Lex asked, coldness in his voice. "Of coarse, since you took the job just to benefit your drug profits, Id be secretive around you too."
"I told you I took the job to-!"
"Yeah I know," Lex said, "Love and dreams are nice but when it has the power of a nuclear bomb people tend to get a little wary."
"I don't care what you think, I need your cooperation."
"I don't know anything about any missing information! My father has told me nothing of this so far, believe me."
"That wont do." He said with an irritated voice, "You will tell me!"
"..."
"Well then tell me, if you insist on keeping your mouth shut, how much do you value your friend Clark Kent?" He pointed to the blonde beside him, "Roxie should know, she saw him at the football game. Very interesting I should say; he's an extremely talented young boy. I wonder how this would sit with Lionel... "
"Don't bring him into this!" he sat up in his chair only to be forced back by Roxie.
"Ahh, I see your warming up to me already, Mr. Luthor." He smiled. "The truth is, I have things to hide from Lionel as well, you scratch my back, Ill scratch yours."
"It would be my pleasure," he said sarcastically, folding his arms over his chest.
"So we have a deal?"
"Listen, Cla-"Lex was cut off by an unexpected visitor on the other side of the room.
"Let him go!" Clark said, his voice severe and deafening.
"Ah." the doctor said, sarcasm in his voice. "Clark, what a coincidence, we were just talking about you!"
"Really? I always hated not being able to be in on something," Clark said sarcastically as Roxie started to walk towards him.
She ran toward Clark and swung at him. She hit him in the nose, and he stepped back, his face red. She then leaped for him, kicking him across the room.
Roxie took this as a chance to inject herself with more kryptonite. Her veins became contracted and eyes clotted with blood. Her body was rushed with a faint immature glow.
"Clark!" Lex said.
"I'm ok," Clark got up from the pile of rubble that he had collected in the corner of the room and dusted himself off. He gave a gratifying smile to Lex.
She raced at super speed towards him; Clark ducked and knocked her off balance as she came running by.
Electricity poured out of her, sending sparks in Clark's direction. She got up like nothing had happened, and swung at him again with better accuracy and speed than he would have expected. It landed with full impact on his cheek. He bellowed over.
She growled and kicked him across the room. He laid on the floor as she walked towards him.
"Clark!" Lex had the feeling that Clark was holding off. Although he looked like he was in pain there were no bruises or scrapes to indicate him being injured.
"Why Mr. Kent, when ever you ever learn?" Roxie said, hovering above Clark. "People like us can never change."
"That's the first time I've heard you speak," Clark said matter-a-factly, looking up at her with a child-like smile. He got up with relative ease and stood facing her. "I think you should try it more often."
"Shut up!" She said in a cold voice, reaching to hit him in the face. Clark caught her hand in mid air.
"Oh?" she said, "So you've decided you're up for another round?"
He pushed her against the wall where there was a bookshelf. The shelf collapsed and grounded her under a massive heap of wood and books. Clark stood in awe; cautious of what lay before him.
Suddenly books flew everywhere, pages being ripped out of their bindings by an earth shattering pulse. Electricity took over the young blonde, suspending her body, causing it to radiate and fill the room with light. The light soon went out and her body was lifeless, along with the precious soul held captive by the kryptonite.
The doctor stood on the other side of the room, watching his creation fall to pieces with one swift movement. He quickly made his way towards the door.
Clark appeared in the doorway and stopped him, a grim look on his face. "Your drugs have caused enough trouble," He couldn't help but think that if he hadn't landed on earth with the meteors, none of this would have happened. There wouldn't have been any need for Kryptonite drugs and so many people could live without pain.
Lex turned over to the doctor's sullen face, and looked out the window in his office. The police were arriving with their guns drawn.
"Well it seems that this game is over." Clark said, sighing and heading over to Lex.
"No," Dr. Walgrave said, a light twisted whisper in his voice "It has just begun."
Lex gave him a cynical look. He knew that this was far from over, but for right now it would just have to do. The drugs were not being distributed and he would soon try to find a more suitable alternative to them for the meteor mutants. He decided to hire a group of scientists to look into the research that his father's scientists had left off at. His father was behind the drugs, and he intended to find out how.
The police came and took him away, leaving Clark and Lex alone in the main room. Clark shuffled nervously, sitting down and catching his breath.
Lex sat down next to Clark. He didn't even want to go into the feats of strength and speed Clark had pulled off. How was he going to explain this one? A dose of adrenaline? A Godly interference? Karma? Lex smiled to himself and faced Clark with a knowing smile. "Are you okay?"
Clark looked over to Lex, "I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Better than ever," Lex said, a smirk on his face.
Clark put his elbows on his knees and sighed. He had to tell him, right here, right now, he thought. He couldn't go on living a lie.
"Look, there's something I need to tell you, Lex." He turned in Lex's direction, staring timidly into his eyes.
"Yes?" he said calmly, revealing nothing in his voice, his eyes saying much more.
"Well lately we've become very good friends,"
"Yes we have Clark," Lex said, throwing a suggestive glance in his direction.
"Well..." he put his hand on Lex's cheek.
"Yes?" Lex looked up at Clark, waiting for the big secret about inhuman strength and exactly what happened that day at the bridge. Wait. No that wasn't right. He looked at Clark and something told him the difference between buddy, buddy I need to tell you something and... other stuff.
Clarks cheeks became flushed as he continued to stare at Lex."Well, I," he clumsily kissed Lex on the lips. He blushed with embarrassment when he parted, looking the other way.
"I like you, more than a friend, I ..." he stopped, unable to speak any more. He was so scared. Why would Lex ever be interested in a lumbering Kansas farmboy?
A delightful smile escaped his Luther façade. He quickly came back to his calm demeanor. "Really?" Lex said, a grin outlining his features. He was expecting something else, not that he didn't mind this, though.
"Yeah." Clark said, a nervous look on his face. He looked Lex over.
Lex smirked at Clark, "Come here farmboy." he pulled him closer and stared into his eyes before leaning in for what was to be a long and passionate kiss. His lips locked with Clarks and his eyes widened as the bald billionaire began to kiss him, not just a little peck on the lips mind you, but a passionate one. As Clark's lips parted slightly, Lex took it as his signal and cautiously slipped his own tongue into Clark's mouth.
Everything was washed away in the kiss; it was what was supposed to happen, because it fell into the both of them so easily. Lex knew that they were both trying to fight the destiny their fathers had laid before them, maybe now they could do it together.
Clark broke the kiss, smiling down at him nervously. Lex looked up, giving him a promising smile. Clark reached up and kissed his head.
Clark realized that maybe he was meant for love. He knew that they had a future together and that they were the stuff of legends, whatever good or bad that would bring.
He buried his face in Lex's stomach, relaxing against him. Lex played with his curls at his neck.
"Clark?"
"Yeah?"
"We've really got to do something about that flannel."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"Just that I do not want my boy friend wearing that." Lex teased Clark, rubbing his fingers against the soft fabric.
"Oh? Your boy friend?"
"Yes," he possessively hugged Clark; "Mine" Lex was smiling, again, not Luthor. It was his smile for Clark, and it made him feel even more blessed to have him.
"Maybe I could make an exception, just this once. As long as it's not spandex or anything..."
Soon to be an epilogue!
The room was dark and Lex was slowly regaining consciousness. He saw a middle-aged man sitting at his desk. It was the scientist, Dr. Walgrave.
He looked up and there was the same blonde chick from yesterday, glaring into space, her eyes reflecting a pale gray.
He wanted to fire him right here and now, but something told him that this was getting very interesting. Perhaps maybe this was the final piece in the mystery surrounding the kryptonite drugs.
"Let me go." That was the usual for this type of conversation. Maybe he could just cut to the chase and ask how much money he wanted.
"No, not until I have satisfaction."
"Satisfaction?" Lex cut to point, a smirk on his face. "If you want satisfaction try the drugs yourself."
"I suggest you be quiet." he said.
"Really, you know how much worse the mutant problem is now than before? How about you ask Mr. Don Stevenson. He died of withdrawal yesterday," Lex pointed to the blonde. "Who's to say she's not in the same lot?"
"Look, I designed the drugs to help."
"Yeah, and that's why they have destructive power ten times that of cocaine. I'm sure your definitely making it better."
"We just need to make an agreement, Mr. Luthor." Walgrave said, standing up angrily and walking around Lex's chair.
"An agreement." Lex clarified
"Yes," He paced around, "I want your secrecy, and you have the power to make this go away."
"Why, feel threatened by a couple of kids and their high school newspaper?"
"No, You have the missing part of the drugs, we need the chemical that was present in the first trial of testing. Things will continue until you give me the information I need. I suggest you cooperate, Mr Luther."
"Formula?" Lex looked at him skeptically, "I don't know what you're talking about. You are the only way I know about the drugs. I thought you were the only one hired by my father."
"No, there were two before me, but they both died. He hides their research from me, never telling me the whole truth. He seems to enjoy my worthless toil." He said with a melodramatic sadness in his voice.
"And you think his son wouldn't do exactly the same?" Lex asked, coldness in his voice. "Of coarse, since you took the job just to benefit your drug profits, Id be secretive around you too."
"I told you I took the job to-!"
"Yeah I know," Lex said, "Love and dreams are nice but when it has the power of a nuclear bomb people tend to get a little wary."
"I don't care what you think, I need your cooperation."
"I don't know anything about any missing information! My father has told me nothing of this so far, believe me."
"That wont do." He said with an irritated voice, "You will tell me!"
"..."
"Well then tell me, if you insist on keeping your mouth shut, how much do you value your friend Clark Kent?" He pointed to the blonde beside him, "Roxie should know, she saw him at the football game. Very interesting I should say; he's an extremely talented young boy. I wonder how this would sit with Lionel... "
"Don't bring him into this!" he sat up in his chair only to be forced back by Roxie.
"Ahh, I see your warming up to me already, Mr. Luthor." He smiled. "The truth is, I have things to hide from Lionel as well, you scratch my back, Ill scratch yours."
"It would be my pleasure," he said sarcastically, folding his arms over his chest.
"So we have a deal?"
"Listen, Cla-"Lex was cut off by an unexpected visitor on the other side of the room.
"Let him go!" Clark said, his voice severe and deafening.
"Ah." the doctor said, sarcasm in his voice. "Clark, what a coincidence, we were just talking about you!"
"Really? I always hated not being able to be in on something," Clark said sarcastically as Roxie started to walk towards him.
She ran toward Clark and swung at him. She hit him in the nose, and he stepped back, his face red. She then leaped for him, kicking him across the room.
Roxie took this as a chance to inject herself with more kryptonite. Her veins became contracted and eyes clotted with blood. Her body was rushed with a faint immature glow.
"Clark!" Lex said.
"I'm ok," Clark got up from the pile of rubble that he had collected in the corner of the room and dusted himself off. He gave a gratifying smile to Lex.
She raced at super speed towards him; Clark ducked and knocked her off balance as she came running by.
Electricity poured out of her, sending sparks in Clark's direction. She got up like nothing had happened, and swung at him again with better accuracy and speed than he would have expected. It landed with full impact on his cheek. He bellowed over.
She growled and kicked him across the room. He laid on the floor as she walked towards him.
"Clark!" Lex had the feeling that Clark was holding off. Although he looked like he was in pain there were no bruises or scrapes to indicate him being injured.
"Why Mr. Kent, when ever you ever learn?" Roxie said, hovering above Clark. "People like us can never change."
"That's the first time I've heard you speak," Clark said matter-a-factly, looking up at her with a child-like smile. He got up with relative ease and stood facing her. "I think you should try it more often."
"Shut up!" She said in a cold voice, reaching to hit him in the face. Clark caught her hand in mid air.
"Oh?" she said, "So you've decided you're up for another round?"
He pushed her against the wall where there was a bookshelf. The shelf collapsed and grounded her under a massive heap of wood and books. Clark stood in awe; cautious of what lay before him.
Suddenly books flew everywhere, pages being ripped out of their bindings by an earth shattering pulse. Electricity took over the young blonde, suspending her body, causing it to radiate and fill the room with light. The light soon went out and her body was lifeless, along with the precious soul held captive by the kryptonite.
The doctor stood on the other side of the room, watching his creation fall to pieces with one swift movement. He quickly made his way towards the door.
Clark appeared in the doorway and stopped him, a grim look on his face. "Your drugs have caused enough trouble," He couldn't help but think that if he hadn't landed on earth with the meteors, none of this would have happened. There wouldn't have been any need for Kryptonite drugs and so many people could live without pain.
Lex turned over to the doctor's sullen face, and looked out the window in his office. The police were arriving with their guns drawn.
"Well it seems that this game is over." Clark said, sighing and heading over to Lex.
"No," Dr. Walgrave said, a light twisted whisper in his voice "It has just begun."
Lex gave him a cynical look. He knew that this was far from over, but for right now it would just have to do. The drugs were not being distributed and he would soon try to find a more suitable alternative to them for the meteor mutants. He decided to hire a group of scientists to look into the research that his father's scientists had left off at. His father was behind the drugs, and he intended to find out how.
The police came and took him away, leaving Clark and Lex alone in the main room. Clark shuffled nervously, sitting down and catching his breath.
Lex sat down next to Clark. He didn't even want to go into the feats of strength and speed Clark had pulled off. How was he going to explain this one? A dose of adrenaline? A Godly interference? Karma? Lex smiled to himself and faced Clark with a knowing smile. "Are you okay?"
Clark looked over to Lex, "I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Better than ever," Lex said, a smirk on his face.
Clark put his elbows on his knees and sighed. He had to tell him, right here, right now, he thought. He couldn't go on living a lie.
"Look, there's something I need to tell you, Lex." He turned in Lex's direction, staring timidly into his eyes.
"Yes?" he said calmly, revealing nothing in his voice, his eyes saying much more.
"Well lately we've become very good friends,"
"Yes we have Clark," Lex said, throwing a suggestive glance in his direction.
"Well..." he put his hand on Lex's cheek.
"Yes?" Lex looked up at Clark, waiting for the big secret about inhuman strength and exactly what happened that day at the bridge. Wait. No that wasn't right. He looked at Clark and something told him the difference between buddy, buddy I need to tell you something and... other stuff.
Clarks cheeks became flushed as he continued to stare at Lex."Well, I," he clumsily kissed Lex on the lips. He blushed with embarrassment when he parted, looking the other way.
"I like you, more than a friend, I ..." he stopped, unable to speak any more. He was so scared. Why would Lex ever be interested in a lumbering Kansas farmboy?
A delightful smile escaped his Luther façade. He quickly came back to his calm demeanor. "Really?" Lex said, a grin outlining his features. He was expecting something else, not that he didn't mind this, though.
"Yeah." Clark said, a nervous look on his face. He looked Lex over.
Lex smirked at Clark, "Come here farmboy." he pulled him closer and stared into his eyes before leaning in for what was to be a long and passionate kiss. His lips locked with Clarks and his eyes widened as the bald billionaire began to kiss him, not just a little peck on the lips mind you, but a passionate one. As Clark's lips parted slightly, Lex took it as his signal and cautiously slipped his own tongue into Clark's mouth.
Everything was washed away in the kiss; it was what was supposed to happen, because it fell into the both of them so easily. Lex knew that they were both trying to fight the destiny their fathers had laid before them, maybe now they could do it together.
Clark broke the kiss, smiling down at him nervously. Lex looked up, giving him a promising smile. Clark reached up and kissed his head.
Clark realized that maybe he was meant for love. He knew that they had a future together and that they were the stuff of legends, whatever good or bad that would bring.
He buried his face in Lex's stomach, relaxing against him. Lex played with his curls at his neck.
"Clark?"
"Yeah?"
"We've really got to do something about that flannel."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"Just that I do not want my boy friend wearing that." Lex teased Clark, rubbing his fingers against the soft fabric.
"Oh? Your boy friend?"
"Yes," he possessively hugged Clark; "Mine" Lex was smiling, again, not Luthor. It was his smile for Clark, and it made him feel even more blessed to have him.
"Maybe I could make an exception, just this once. As long as it's not spandex or anything..."
Soon to be an epilogue!