Title: Electric blue eyes

Rating: PG-13 (Might start going into R)

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Summary: this story is slightly AU. It takes place during the beginning of the SECOND season. Clark has been having strange feelings lately. Clark and Lex have been two people who could never find trust or love. Could they find love in each other's eyes?

AUTHOR"S NOTE: Hey. Back again. Sorry it took so long to update this. I have been in the process of moving. But I do hope you enjoy this next chapter. I'll be introducing a new character. Tell me if you like him. I do have one question out there for people. Will somebody please tell me if Tom Welling's eyes are blue or green. Because sometimes they look blue and sometimes they look green. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think.
DISCLAIMER: the characters of Smallville do not belong to me. Although I wouldn't mind taking Lex (played by the lovely Michael Rosenbaum) off their hands. )

I guess I like it when we play (The way you drag me down)
I guess I like it when you hate me (The way you drag me down)
'Cause I can't face myself in a mirror (I'm left alone with all my pain) And I disgrace myself in the mirror (I'm left alone with my shame I guess I like it when we fight (The way you drag me down)
I guess I like it when you smite me (The way you drag me down)
'Cause I can't face myself in a mirror (I'm left alone with all my pain) And I disgrace myself in the mirror (I'm left alone with my shame)

-Seether

Lex Luthor was dead. Or at least it felt like he was dead. He swore that he heard the hush of a hundred voices rushing around him. He was lost inside the darkness of his mind. He felt like he was strapped down and couldn't move. This was the second time in his life that he had crashed his car. It was also the second time that he knew he had hit someone. He had heard and felt the cracking of his windshield. He KNEW that he had hit someone. He just knew that know he was stuck inside his own mind. He was screaming to get out. He didn't want to die.

Lex didn't want to die. He didn't want to slip away into the darkness and never return. He was screaming for someone to wake him up. Someone to please wake him up from this awful dream. Now the voices were becoming louder. He swore the voices were talking about him. One of those voices sounded so much like Clark. Clark. Clark was the one thing that he didn't want to leave behind in this world. Even if he did die he didn't want to die alone. He wanted Clark to be there with him. Someone to tell him things were going to be alright.

The voices were beginning to fade. Lex started screaming. In his mind he started screaming. He didn't want to be lost. Someone needed to save him. He continued to scream as he faded deeper into the darkness of him mind.

Clark stood silently in the cold room. He was surrounded by several other people. They were mostly doctors looking at charts. His mother and father were sitting patiently in the waiting room as they waited for him to leave the room. But he felt like he might never leave the room. When the paramedics had shown up the car was so badly mangled that they couldn't know that it had smashed into him. He had told them some lie about how he was walking and had found Lex. He said that he must have been thrown from the car. They seemed to believe him. It was hours before he was able to get to the hospital. He had spent that time talking to cop after cop. They were trying to take his statement.

By the time that Clark had gotten to the hospital Lex was already in a room. He was hooked up to all kinds of tubes and monitors. Things were stuck in his arms and hands. There were cuts and bruises all over his body and face. But as he stood there staring at Lex he couldn't help but think. This was all his fault. If he hadn't been walking in the road. If he had just gone with his mother. Maybe, just maybe, Lex would be okay.

The doctors kept telling him that they didn't know if he was going to make it. They said that there was every chance that he would and every chance that he wouldn't. They had also mentioned the word Coma but Clark put that word out of his mind. He heard the door open and he knew it was time to go. Lionel Luthor had just entered the room.

Clark glanced at him quickly and then headed for the door. He had seen the look that he had gotten from Lionel. That man was going to be asking him alot of questions. Clark continued walking until he entered back into the waiting room. He looked for his parents and he saw them talking to a man that he had never seen before. Suddenly his parents stopped talking and looked at him. In turn the man turned and looked at him. The man was dressed in black suit pants, a wine red dress shirt, and a black dress coat. He was tall with short brown hair and sharp cheekbones. His deep brown eyes seemed to burn into his.

The man moved closer to Clark and held out his hand. "My name's Christian. I'm a friend of Lex's." Clark shook his hand and looked at this man oddly. "I'm sorry to happen upon you like this. I have been staying at the Luthor manison for that past few weeks. I'd just come back from a business meeting when I heard about Lex." Clark didn't like this man. There was something about him that didn't quite sit right with him. This man was a liar and he knew it.

Clark gazed back at his parents and mumbled something stupid and headed for the elevator. He wanted to get out of here fast.

The man named Christian headed for Lex Luthor's room. Sure he had lied to the boy about who he was but no one ever needed to know that. Christian slowly opened the door and was surprised to see that no one occupied the room any longer. He has taken great lengths to avoid running into Lionel or any other of Lex's lackies. Slowly he moved to the side of Lex's bed and stood quitely looking down at the man. "It's been a long time old friend. It's too bad that we had to come together on such term's as this. That's a very nice looking boy you've captured back there. You haven't changed one bit."

Christian laid a hand on Lex's. "The last time that I saw you I wanted you dead. It seems like karma has come back. Enjoy yourself in there." Christian slowly stood up and moved for the door. Christian knew that if Lex ever woke up that he would kill him. That's why Christian had to make sure that he never woke up.

Lex had heard a faint voice talking to him. He didn't know who it was. He had felt someone else standing in the room and he swore he felt heartbreak. He just wanted to wake up. He just wanted somebody to please wake him up.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Clark sat in class and stared blankly at the chalkboard in front of him. The teacher had yet to arrive and the rest of the classroom was in an excited buzz. Lana was seated next to him and he could hear her talking to him. He just didn't want to pay attention. That's when he heard the room grow silent as someone entered the room. Clark turned his attention to this person and his heart lept into his throat. Standing in front of the room was a man with a thin smirk plastered across his face. It was Christian.

Author's note: Sorry that this chapter is so short. But I was a little crunched for time. I will update soon. Please review and tell me what you think.