6. Absently
Lex paced around his small Gotham office. He was used to a lot more pacing room, but if he left Gotham City, he would be leaving Chloe. What good would that do her? What good would that do to his floor in Metropolis? Lex sighed as he absently ran his hand over his bare scalp, and down his neck.
What was making him so nervous? He wondered as he did another lap around the small coffee table. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and -
"Ahhhhhh! I can't take this! Somethings up, and suddenly I'm Clark Kent, and his alter-ego, Captain Brainless!" He threw his hands into the air, and headed out of his office.
"Hold my calls..." He couldn't remember her name. Not that it really mattered to the blonde behind the desk. She was highly preoccupied with her nails and nail file.
"Yes Mr. Luthor." She said, not looking up from her dangerously red nail polish. 'I thought I was more intimidating than that, and there's something about that colour that screams 'Ten-Cent Hooker.'' Lex thought as he walked out the door.
Lionel watched his son leave the LuthorCorp building with a growing suspicion.
"I thought that you were over the Sullivan girl, Lex. She'll only make you weak." He said quietly to himself. He had been observing his son for the past two weeks. It had taken one week for him to leave the state. He had come to Gotham because it was dark, and he could live anonymously.
Not too many Gotham-ers, he wasn't sure as to what he should call them, knew who Lionel Luthor was. It wasn't his home roost of Metropolis, where even small children recognized him on the street. Mind you, they probably had nightmares about him. That was what made his job fun. The torch had been passed to Lex through his 'succumbing to his illness in prison', but Lionel had not expected for Lex to follow his buddy Bruce back to Gotham after his 'funeral'.
That was where Lex changed. Although, he had to admit, being to three funerals in three months must have been hard on his son, he had expected Lex to be more predictable than this. Was this the reckless Lex who had spat in his face when he was sixteen by having his face plastered on every newspaper - with a good reputation or not - in Kansas? Lionel silently prayed that his hard earned empire would not fall because of one girl.
One girl he thought he was rid of for good. He had rigged the explosion to kill everyone involved. He didn't expect for there to be any survivors. There wasn't supposed to be any survivors. Clark Kent was no where near where they had taken the Sullivans at the time of the explosion, so how could this small girl escape with her life? It was the one thing that haunted Lionel Luthor. He hated it. Something had to be done.
She was pacing around her apartment. She hated pacing, and couldn't quite figure out exactly what had started making her pace. It was a funny feeling that she had. When she got funny feelings they were usually dead on. Or at least they were when she was in Smallville. She had lost her sixth sense for things after the explosion, or at least she began to ignore them.
There was no point of investigating things without her father there telling her to be careful. It would be too dangerous for her if nobody said be careful. Not that life wasn't dangerous for her anyway.
She pushed back the long sleeve of her blouse, revealing scars and scabs. The scars she was getting used to. But they reminded her of her dad, and the explosion, all things that she didn't want to be reminded of. The scabs were new. She had done that. She thought in disbelief as she absently ran her finger across the line. It ran parallel to her vein and was initially deep enough to kill her. But it hadn't.
She didn't know why the cuts didn't kill her at the time, but now she was starting to see. She had to help Lex. He was drowning in his own sorrows. He was looking better than he did the first night she seen him in Gotham, but he was still troubled. She had to help him now. That was the deal the fates had set up for her. That was the deal she had bargained for when she had first joined forces with him in Smallville. Her work was not done yet. When it was...
She didn't want to think about that now.
Lex had unknowingly given her a second chance at life. For that she knew she would be grateful. But for now, she would only have to figure out how to help him.
Lex paced around his small Gotham office. He was used to a lot more pacing room, but if he left Gotham City, he would be leaving Chloe. What good would that do her? What good would that do to his floor in Metropolis? Lex sighed as he absently ran his hand over his bare scalp, and down his neck.
What was making him so nervous? He wondered as he did another lap around the small coffee table. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and -
"Ahhhhhh! I can't take this! Somethings up, and suddenly I'm Clark Kent, and his alter-ego, Captain Brainless!" He threw his hands into the air, and headed out of his office.
"Hold my calls..." He couldn't remember her name. Not that it really mattered to the blonde behind the desk. She was highly preoccupied with her nails and nail file.
"Yes Mr. Luthor." She said, not looking up from her dangerously red nail polish. 'I thought I was more intimidating than that, and there's something about that colour that screams 'Ten-Cent Hooker.'' Lex thought as he walked out the door.
Lionel watched his son leave the LuthorCorp building with a growing suspicion.
"I thought that you were over the Sullivan girl, Lex. She'll only make you weak." He said quietly to himself. He had been observing his son for the past two weeks. It had taken one week for him to leave the state. He had come to Gotham because it was dark, and he could live anonymously.
Not too many Gotham-ers, he wasn't sure as to what he should call them, knew who Lionel Luthor was. It wasn't his home roost of Metropolis, where even small children recognized him on the street. Mind you, they probably had nightmares about him. That was what made his job fun. The torch had been passed to Lex through his 'succumbing to his illness in prison', but Lionel had not expected for Lex to follow his buddy Bruce back to Gotham after his 'funeral'.
That was where Lex changed. Although, he had to admit, being to three funerals in three months must have been hard on his son, he had expected Lex to be more predictable than this. Was this the reckless Lex who had spat in his face when he was sixteen by having his face plastered on every newspaper - with a good reputation or not - in Kansas? Lionel silently prayed that his hard earned empire would not fall because of one girl.
One girl he thought he was rid of for good. He had rigged the explosion to kill everyone involved. He didn't expect for there to be any survivors. There wasn't supposed to be any survivors. Clark Kent was no where near where they had taken the Sullivans at the time of the explosion, so how could this small girl escape with her life? It was the one thing that haunted Lionel Luthor. He hated it. Something had to be done.
She was pacing around her apartment. She hated pacing, and couldn't quite figure out exactly what had started making her pace. It was a funny feeling that she had. When she got funny feelings they were usually dead on. Or at least they were when she was in Smallville. She had lost her sixth sense for things after the explosion, or at least she began to ignore them.
There was no point of investigating things without her father there telling her to be careful. It would be too dangerous for her if nobody said be careful. Not that life wasn't dangerous for her anyway.
She pushed back the long sleeve of her blouse, revealing scars and scabs. The scars she was getting used to. But they reminded her of her dad, and the explosion, all things that she didn't want to be reminded of. The scabs were new. She had done that. She thought in disbelief as she absently ran her finger across the line. It ran parallel to her vein and was initially deep enough to kill her. But it hadn't.
She didn't know why the cuts didn't kill her at the time, but now she was starting to see. She had to help Lex. He was drowning in his own sorrows. He was looking better than he did the first night she seen him in Gotham, but he was still troubled. She had to help him now. That was the deal the fates had set up for her. That was the deal she had bargained for when she had first joined forces with him in Smallville. Her work was not done yet. When it was...
She didn't want to think about that now.
Lex had unknowingly given her a second chance at life. For that she knew she would be grateful. But for now, she would only have to figure out how to help him.