Chapter 2: First day as a Luthor

Next morning

Clark woke up as he smashed yet another alarm clock. Why did he even bother with them anyway? It's not like he needed to take the bus to get to school. It took him a while to clear through the haziness of the morning before he remembered what had happened yesterday.

He wondered what Lionel was going to say to him at dinner tonight.

That was when he heard the honking of a car. He looked outside and saw that it was Lex. Clothed in his usual purple shirt and black suit that probably cost more than their farm.

Clark quickly threw on some random bits of clothing and went out to meet him.

"Hey Lex, what are you doing here this early in the morning?"

"I have an early meeting today at the plant. Thought I'd drop my brother off at school first." Lex said with cheerfulness.

Clark winced at the word. He knew that Lex had once said that he was like a brother to him, but this was just a little too sudden. He still hadn't even talked to Lionel Luthor yet. Besides, it was Pete who's Lex's brother, not him.

"Um, well I haven't had my breakfast yet and-"

"Oh, well what would you like? It's still early for school. I'm sure we could find a shop somewhere."

"Actually I think my mum made me something."

"Oh great. Mind if I join?"

"Um...ok," Clark said, a little uneasily. There was something very strange about Lex this morning. At first he couldn't quite put his fingers on it, but after a few minutes he realized what it was.

Lex was happy. And not just a little happy, he was cheerful. And giddy.

The apocalypse must be very near.

They both entered the house to the smell of Martha Kent's cooking

Martha smiled as she saw them enter.

"Hello Lex, What brings you here this early in the morning?" She asked cheerfully and Lex gave her a bright, almost childish smile. At that Martha pursed her lips and looked at him questioningly.

"You're spying for your father aren't you?" Jonathan asked suspiciously. "Don't think I don't know what you Luthors are up to. You won't find anything here boy so you should just go back to your father and tell him that I'm on to him. I know what evil plot he's cooking up and I assure you, I will stop him!"

Lex' face instantly became more serious.

"I am not my father."

"Of course you're not honey," Martha cut in, sensing the rising tension in the room as she put her arms around his shoulders and gestured for the young man to join their table. Lex complied as he gave her another smile.

"He has A LOT more hair than you do." She added.

Lex smile faded into a slight frown, but he hid it by putting food into his mouth.

The overpriced sports car stopped with a screech in front of Smallville High as the swarm of students turned their way. Clark stepped out of the car and realized that he was being stared at. He checked himself in the car mirror wondering what was wrong. He looked exactly like he always did so he just shrugged. Smallville is weird, he thought to himself as he said good bye to his friend.

"See ya at dinner Lex." He said as he turned to walk away.

"Take care, Julian," came the shouted reply.

Clark paused.

"What did you just call me?"

"I said 'take care, Clark'. Why?"

"Oh, um...nothing, I guess, I just thought you said something else."

"Alright. Bye Julian," Lex said as the car sped off at suicidal speed.

Clark blinked twice. He stared at the dust track following the car. Then he shrugged it off and headed inside the building of the school. All eyes were still following him.

"Hey Clark," a random jock greeted him as he entered. The boy looked back at him strangely.

"Do I know you?"

"What, you don't remember me? I'm Sean. Remember, we played football together last year."

"Oh, well-"

"Hey Clark, how's it going my man?" said another random person Clark didn't remember as he tried to get him to do a complicated handshake.

"Who are you?"

Before the rapper wannabe could reply another guy cut in.

"Hey Clark, remember me I'm in your English class." The geeky guy said.

"HEY CLARK!" a familiar voice rose from the crowd.

"Pete!" Clark shouted back in relief as he fought his way from the, suddenly very friendly people, to his best friend.

"What's happening there Clark? It looked like you were being smothered."

"No idea, but I think we should go find shelter before-"

The bell rang. It was the most horrible sound ever created on the planet. Yet Clark was grateful to be saved by it as he headed to homeroom.

His partial sanctuary was shattered as the bell rang once again, announcing that it was time for lunch. Though Clark was bored to death by his classes, he was still more disturbed by the looks people were giving him. The looks varied from fascination, over-friendliness, jealousy, open flirtation to open hatred, depending on the person. And all of them disturbed him. He wasn't used to being constantly gawked at; he was usually the one who gawked (mostly at Lana or Lex).

Why couldn't he just run home, strip and then curl up in his bed? He thought this with a pout on his face as he headed towards the cafeteria with Pete, who still didn't know about the DNA results.

The eyes were still on him as he ate his meal. Clark was so zoned out, he didn't notice the person standing behind him.

"Hi Clark," a seductive voice sounded behind him. Clark felt long manicured fingers sliding down his back.

"H-hi," Clark stuttered as he turned to stared at the scantily clad blond girl.

"I'm Clarice," she said huskily as she moved even closer to him. "I've always thought you were hot Clark. Wanna go out with me?"

"Shove off bitch," an equally slutty looking brunette interrupted as she literally shoved the blond away. "Luthor's mine," she added.

"Nuh uh! I was here first!" the blond retorted as they both got into fighting stances.

Everyone around them, now shifted their attention to the girls and Clark heard someone yelling "CAT FIGHT!!!" in the distance.

As the girls began their fighting in oddly, Matrix-esque fashion, Clark spotted Lana in the crowd and found his escape.

"HEY LANA!" he yelled, catching the girl's attention as he went over to her. He decided that he would just skip lunch and just find a place to stay, away from all the people. Maybe the library or something, he thought as he maneuvered Lana out of the cafeteria.

"Hey Clark," she said once they were in a place where they could hear each other without having to scream. "I heard someone yelling cat fight. Any idea what its about?"

"Not a clue," Clark replied with a look of pure innocence.

"Have you read the Torch yet Clark?" Lana asked, but judging from the look on Clark's face, she could tell he hadn't.

She handed him a copy and Clark stared at it in wonder.

'LUTHOR SEED SOWN ON KENT FARM'

DNA test reveals Clark Kent's Luthor lineage

The results of a recent DNA test shows Clark Kent, a Junior classman at Smallville High, to be a son of Metropolis multi-millionaire, Lionel Luthor.

Clark Kent was adopted by Martha and Jonathan Kent of Smallville at a Metropolis adoption centre owned by Mr. Luthor. He is also the only child ever adopted there.

It is highly likely that Clark Kent will become sole heir to all of Luthor corp.'s assets in Smallville. There is also a possibility that he will replace Lex Luthor as heir to the entire Luthor fortune."

Clark reread it again. His expression was vacant.

"Clark are you alright?" Lana asked as she looked at him.

Than Clark's face shifted to anger.

"Chloe," he growled.

Chloe was in so much trouble with Clark, Lana thought. Clark could've gone on for days not knowing what was written about him, but now he was totally pissed with Chloe, moving her up in 'the race'. She congratulated herself on her evil genius-ness and inwardly gave a maniacal laughter.

The few people in the sparse hallway turned to look at her. Then the girl realized she'd just maniacally laughed out loud.

Lana gave them her best fairy tale princess smile and they all went back to their previous businesses.

The Torch office was filled with the smell of espresso which assaulted Clark as he slammed the door opened. Upon entering, he was met with the sight of a completely different office. Though the computers and the filing cabinets were still there, all the walls were painted with abstract looking murals. Lying the desks were clay sculptures, and random pieces of paper with paint on it which also littered the floor along with various other things which Clark guessed, might have been other forms of artwork, if the paintings and sculptures in the room were any indication.

And standing on the ladder in the corner of the room was a girl holding a palette and a paintbrush. The girl was wearing a tight black turtleneck and black pants with matching black, though painted stained, apron. Her long brown hair flowed from under a black barrette as she busied herself with her art.

Clark looked back outside the hallway. He was certainly in the right room.

"Um...excuse me, but do you know where Chloe is?" he asked uncertainly.

The girl turned around and looked at Clark through coffee colored shades.

"I'm right here Clark. What is it?"

Clark blinked.

"Chloe?" he looked more closely at the girl. Yep, it was Chloe alright.

"Yeah, it's me. And you're standing there gaping like a fish; I assume you're not here to hand in your story."

At that Clark closed his open mouth.

"So, you're not still mad at me about the whole, digging into your past thing are you?"

"Um."

"I hope you're not. Cause I made you this."

She handed him one of the abstract paintings lying on the desk. Clark gave her his 'what-the-fuck?!' look.

"This is an expression of how I feel about our situation."

Clark stared confusingly at the seemingly random swirls of yellow and equally random looking dabs of black and blue.

"So you think we're messed up?" He asked uncertainly.

"Well, not so much as messed up as misunderstanding and confusion. But there is also an underlying concern."

"O.K." Clark nodded as he looked at the painting, not understanding a single thing she was saying.

Chloe smiled. "I've recently learn to express my feelings through painting. It's very therapeutic. You should try sometime."

Clark imagined himself dressed in all black with a barrette and Chloe's shades. He shuddered. "No thanks"

"Are you sure? I have some paint right here. Oh, I almost forgot. Along with the painting I also did a little performance piece to tell you how I feel about you. Here, I'll show you."

"Um, actually Chloe I have to go do this thing with Pete, right now. Maybe later," he said before Chloe could start as he left the Torch office.

In the hallway, five minutes later he remembered why he was in the Torch office. Clark was mad at Chloe again and so he stormed back to see Chloe.

When Clark reached the Torch office again, he was shocked to find that everything in the room was completely different from the last ten or so minutes ago.

Again, the cabinets and computers were there but everything else has changed. Gone were the dabs and swirls of paint on the wall, replaced by posters of the Sex pistols, deformed pictures of the Queen of England and Anarchy symbols. Loud punk music was blaring in the room at a volume that made even Clark's ears hurt

"CHLOE!" he shouted over it hoping to be heard.

The girl turned around, she didn't look one bit like the artist he had seen earlier, but she was still recognizable as Chloe Sullivan.

The long brown hair was now back to its old length and style, but was currently colored cookie-monster blue. Her face was now adorned with small bits of shiny metal in places like her eyebrow, her lips, and her nose and instead of all black she was now wearing a short plaid skirt that was burnt at the edges, a very torn T-shirt with an Anarchy symbol on it and hobnailed boots with really tiny heels.

"'Hullo luv, back so soon?" She shouted through the noise in a fake cockney accent.

Clark blinked and quirked his eyebrow.

"Um..."

"So whatcha doin' here? This isn't about that bloody news article is it?"

Clark blinked again. He could barely hear her let alone make sense of what she was saying.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"I SAID, THIS ISN'T ABOUT THAT BLOODY ARTICLE IS IT?"

"WHAT?"

"Oh, never mind. Hey, while you're here could you help me put this up?" she gestured to a 'The Exploited' banner she was putting up. Then she lost her balance on her needle like heels.

"Bugger!" she swore as she got back up.

At this point, Clark realized that something was deeply wrong with Chloe and retreated out of the room.

"You're shittin' me man!" Pete said as he and Clark walked out of Smallville High.

"No Pete, I'm serious."

"Yeah, right, Chloe, our Chloe as a blue haired British punk? That's gotta be the most ridiculous thing I ever hear-"

Pete was stopped by the sound of bagpipes that were playing across the road. The instrument was held by pale hands attached to the body of none other than Chloe Sullivan. She was now wearing a traditional Scottish outfit.

"You were saying, Pete?" Clark asked sarcastically.

Pete swallowed.

"If what you said earlier is true Clark, then I suggest we leave, soon. I don't wanna have to translate Scottish to American, I have enough trouble understanding that chick as it is. Come on, let's get outta here."

As soon as Pete had said that, the blue Porsche Carrera swerved in, breaking the sound barrier as it stopped in front of them.

"Wanna ride?" Lex poked his bald head out of the car as he asked.

Clark looked at Pete questioningly. Pete looked at Lex suspiciously.

The sound of the out of tune bagpipes grew increasingly louder, cutting the awkward silence short.

Pete looked back at Chloe one more time, then looked at Lex. He couldn't think of anything Lex Luthor could do that would be scarier than this, so he got in.

Clark sat up front with Lex and suddenly felt the warmth of slim fingers on his inner thigh. He gulped as his face turned red but was too afraid to say anything.

And then, the Porsche shot off like a rocket.

After a few minutes, the fingers on Clark's thigh started moving. The boy stiffened, afraid to even breathe. It did not help that the one touching him was not only his supposed 'brother', but was also the one driving at break neck speed.

"So, Julian. How's school today?" Lex asked, breaking the silence.

Clark was so focused on the hand, he didn't even notice what Lex had called him.

"It's um...It's fine." He said without thinking as he stared helplessly at the hand moving up his thigh. He squirmed uncomfortably.

"Nothing special happen?" Lex asked again.

"Well, now that you mention it, a lot of people have been acting weird around me lately." Clark was staring at Lex as he said this.

"Let me guess, they were all staring at you? Whispering things behind your back, or trying to be friendly with you? Girls who used to ignore you started asking you out; people who don't even know you started looking at you hatefully?"

"Yeah, but not just tha-"

"It's the curse of being a Luthor, Clark. You'll get used to it one day." Lex said bitterly as the car accelerated to the point where Clark was convinced it would outrun his super speed.

"Wait, what the hell's he talkin' about, Clark?" Pete asked suspiciously from the back seat.

"You haven't told him yet?" Lex asked with a smirk.

"Told me what man?!"

"Um...Well, you see Pete. Um, you know that DNA test thing I did a few days ago?"

Pete gave him a confused look, "What about it?"

"Well, I got the results...It said that I'm Lionel Luthor's son."

It took a while for Pete to process this information again. And when he did, he fell over.

This time Clark just rolled his eyes.

Lex turned to look at him. "Is he gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine. He won't remember what I told him when he wakes up though."

"How'd you know?"

"Cause he never does. I've told him about it four times already."

Lex snorted and Clark realized that Lex had not been watching the road and there was a bridge coming up. Clark had a sudden flash back of his first encounter with Lex.

"Lex, the road! Watch the road!" He shouted.

Lex rolled his eyes at him, but complied.

"Don't worry Julian. From now on, your big brother's gonna take care you." Lex said softly as he smiled at Clark.

This time Clark was too busy rearranging Pete's unconscious body to notice what was said.

Lex dropped Clark off at the barn after they dragged Pete's unconscious body back to the Ross' Residence. Lex left him with a "See you at dinner Julian," as he drove off.

Clark returned to his room to find that there was a Lex-like outfit lying on his bed, in his size.

He sighed heavily before showering and putting on the outfit. It was a little too tight. After that, he went down stairs to find a paranoid father.

"I'm telling you Martha, this is one of Lionel's evil plots. Once we step into that mansion, he'll trap us all and start experimenting with Clark. Then he'll somehow figure out a way to transfer Clark's powers onto himself and use it to take over the world. Or worse, he'll brainwash Clark and use him to help him take over the world. It's a conspiracy Martha, a conspiracy!"

Clark rolled his eyes, his father gave out this speech before or after his every encounter with Lionel Luthor. To his father, even Lionel's blindness was part of an elaborate scheme of taking over the world. But then, knowing Lionel, that might not be so implausible.

"I think you're being just a little too paranoid honey. Calm down," Martha Kent understated.

At the mansion.

Jonathan walked conspicuously through the hallway of the castle as Clark and Martha followed him nervously. Once in a while the blond man would stop at corners, hiding behind near by objects, then whispering 'clear' to his family before he let them continue.

Clark tried to tell Jonathan that the dining room was the other way, but the man wouldn't listen. Instead, he used the opportunity to snoop around as he ran his hand over random walls and objects, looking for the entrance to a 'secret lab'.

Eventually they ran into Enrique the butler who escorted them all to the dining room.

Lionel was seated at the head of the long table, black shades hiding blind eyes as his hands groped for his glass of wine. He smiled as he heard the Kents enter.

"And so our paths cross again, this time, it seems, permanently."

Jonathan snorted as he approached the lion cautiously, inspecting the offered seat thoroughly for trap doors before sitting down.

Martha just smiled sweetly. "Hello Lionel," she said as she took a seat between Lionel and her husband.

"Clark, son." Lionel gestured to the seat on his other side. Clark gulped but complied, taking a seat next to Lionel.

Then Lex seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere and hugged Clark tightly from behind him. He looked as if he'd slept with a hanger in his mouth. It was a few minutes before he let go and Clark was sure that if he was human, he would've suffocated to death already.

When he let go, he opened his arms and widened his smile (if that was even humanly possible). "Welcome brother," he said in a benevolent fashion.

Clark just blinked.

Lex ruffled his hair before taking a seat next to him. Again, he put his hands on Clark's thigh.

And again, the boy blushed.

"So, it seems that the cub has finally returned to its den," Lionel said as he looked at the space behind Clark. His hands went out to pat Clark's thigh but ended up a little too close to his crotch.

Clark squirmed and blushed six shades deeper under the heat of the Luthor's hands high up on his thighs. Neither father nor son seemed to be willing to let go any time soon. Clark gave them both a nervous smile (which was unseen by Lionel).

"So Luthor, what do you want us here for? Another 'favor' from your new found son? Cause if so, I'm telling you now, 'MY SON' WILL NOT BE INVOLVED IN ANY OF YOUR EVIL PLOTS IN ANY WAY!"

"Calm down Jon," Martha said to her husband once again, but she wasn't even looking at him. Instead her eyes were focused on her boss as she inched just a little closer to him. Jonathan didn't seem to notice, for his eyes were also on Lionel.

"I don't know what you're talking about Jonathan. I merely wanted to spend some quality time with my newly discovered son." Lionel said as he squeezed Clark's inner thigh, a mere half millimeter away from his crotch.

Lex gave Jonathan the evil eye at the 'Luthor' comment.

Clark squirmed even more. Which not only caused Lex's hand to move even further up, but also to start gripping him harshly. Clark bit his lips and shifted again. This time the two hands on his thigh met each other.

Lex turned to glare at his father instead.

Lionel, being blind, tried to figure out whose hand it was by touch. He ran his hand slowly up Lex's arm under the table over Clark's lap in a very awkward position.

Lex pulled his arm away violently, though it went unnoticed by Jonathan who was now looking under the carpet and Martha who was trying to stop him.

"I'll stop when that bastard tells me where he hid that thing."

The appetizer arrived, finally. It was escargot, and as disgusted as Clark was at the idea of eating snails, he was glad for the distraction.

Jonathan refused to touch it, convinced that there was some kind of drug in it.

The rest of the meal went on in awkward silence, except for Jonathan's shuffling as he went off in search for something every five minutes.

By the end of the meal though, everyone was sitting strangely close together. Lex's hand went back on Clark's leg again sometime through dinner as did his father's hand. Both the Luthors had Clark in a tight sandwich between them, while at the same time, tried to completely ignore each other. Martha was also edged close to Lionel, her huge breasts pressing against the table as Jonathan sat holding her hand to stop himself from strangling the other man.

Clark licked the last drop of his ice cream off the silver spoon and Lex purred.

"Well, now that we have had our dinner, let's get down to business." Lionel said as he signaled for the servants to bring in the papers.

At that point Martha put a hand over Jonathan's mouth and the other held both his hands. "Please continue," she said as if she wasn't holding her husband down to keep him from attacking.

"What I have here are the adoption papers and other legal documents-"

At that point, Jonathan broke free and sprung at Lionel. He stared into the other man's unseeing eyes, their noses almost touching.

"What do you want Lionel?" he spattered out.

"I want joint custody of Clark and I want him to change his last name to Luthor."

Jonathan growled loudly.

"Would you rather we do this in court?" Lionel asked with a wicked grin and Jonathan growled louder.

Martha dragged him back to his seat as Lionel gave him the papers for him to sign.

Jonathan read it over five times before Lionel grew impatient.

"Mr. Kent, you have five seconds to sign those documents or I'm taking this to court."

Jonathan grumbled but signed anyway before giving the papers to his wife. She handed them back to Lionel once they were. Then Lionel turned his attention to Clark.

"Welcome home son."

Lionel put his arms around Clark. Lex saw this and followed suit. He draped his hands around Clark's other side and smiled brightly at him.

"Welcome back Julian."

TBC