Chapter 3: The Enemies

Clark's body dropped from back onto the bed at the sound of someone knocking on his door. (He'd been floating again that night). Then he tried to roll off the bed. When he wasn't off the bed by his second roll, he opened his eyes.

This isn't my bedroom, he thought as he looked around.

Then it all came back to him in a flash. He was in one of the gigantic bedrooms in the Luthor Mansion which he'd be staying until Lex got a chance to take him shopping for furniture for his own room.

He also remembered his new name.

Clark Julian Heracles Percival Mickey Rainbow Macdonwald Kent Luthor

Julian, because Lionel noticed what Lex kept calling him and didn't want people to think Lex had completely lost it by calling his new brother by his dead brother's name (even though they probably would once they saw his smile), Kent because Clark insisted on it for the sake of his paranoid father's sanity, Heracles and Percival as a compromise for the Kent and Macdonwald because apparently the Luthors had Scottish ancestors. He had no idea where Mickey and Rainbow came from though...

Well, at least he got to keep his first name, though he'd probably kill anyone who called him by his full name, or any of his middle names that wasn't Kent. Lex was an exception of course.

The knocking stopped when Clark opened the door to see a scary looking servant.

"Good morning sir. Breakfast is in half an hour sir, and master Lex had sent you these." He said as he handed Clark a pile of clothes and left.

Clark quickly changed from his dark blue, Chinese silk pyjamas (which Lex gave him last night) to the black jeans and shirt that were given to him. He stared at himself in the full length mirror and felt very odd. There were only three other occasions on which he'd worn this much black. The first was a funeral (in which he'd had to) the second was to parties in which he'd worn tuxedoes (and no one would let him wear red), and the third was when he was high on red meteor rocks.

He felt weird not being in primary colors...

He wondered if he wouldn't be able to wear them any more now that he was officially a Luthor.

The breakfast went on in an awkwardly silent fashion. Neither Lex nor his father had ever sat down together for anything without one of them being driven out of the room but they were both here because of Clark and knew that driving one of them out wouldn't bode well with the new member of the family.

"So...Um...Mr. Luthor" Clark started, trying to lessen the tension, but not quite knowing what to say.

"Clark, what have I told you before? You're my son now and as my son I expect you to act like one. Call me daddy, Clark."

"Um..."Clark stuttered, "Ok. So...'Daddy'" He kept himself from gagging "Um...What are you doing today?" He asked the first question he could think of.

"If I tell you that Clark I might have to kill you"

Clark looked horrified despite his invulnerability.

"Just kidding son"

"Oh...I, err yeah, err I knew that"

Lex looked at his father suspiciously, unconvinced by his statement.

"Don't worry Julian," Lex said as he walked up to hug Clark from behind. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Not even you, dad." He glared pointedly at his father.

"Well, this breakfast is great, but I think I should be going to school now."

Lex glared even more viciously at his father, blaming him for his 'Julian' leaving.

"This is all your fault, dad" he said once Clark was out of the room.

"Careful son, you're getting emotional again."

"Hmmph!" Lex uttered as he walked out of the dining room.

"You know Lex, you don't have to drop me off at school every morning." Clark said as they sat together in Lex's Lamborghini.

"Well I wanted to." Lex said, he'd been cheerful and smiling non-stop for the past two days.

"But don't you have to go to meetings and stuff?"

At that Lex looked deeply into his Clark's eyes.

"There's nothing in this world that's more important to me than you."

And at that moment, everything was perfect. Everything was beautiful, and it didn't matter that Clark wasn't really a Luthor or that Lex kept calling him by his dead brother's name or that Chloe keeps changing personalities or that Pete didn't know anything. None of those things mattered, not in this moment.

Suddenly a horrendous crash jolted them both of their 'perfect moment' and into the window. Luckily, Clark was wearing a seatbelt and was quick enough to stop Lex from flying through it.

"Lex, you alright?"

"Yeah," Then they both turned to look at what they hit.

"Oh no! We've hit Bessie!" Clark exclaimed as he jumped out of the car to examine the tipped over cow.

"Jonathan's gonna kill me!" and with that, Lex got out his cell phone.

"Hello, get me my body guard and my lawyer... I want them here as fast as possible...Well I don't know, send them the helicopter...I don't care just get them here now...You know perfectly well what I paid you to do and that's not it....Look, I have no time for this, we'll talk about it later ok? I'll call you."

Then he dialed again. "Hello, yes, we have an injured bovine here on route 58 by the name of Bessie. It doesn't seem fatal but it's possible that she could suffer infections from her wounds...Yes, there are many reckless drivers out there...Yes thank you."

Then he turned to Clark, "There'll be someone here to pick up Bessie soon, and I've already contact my lawyer and my bodyguard just in case Jonathan comes up to me with a shot gun. Don't worry Julian. Everything will be fine. Now let's get you to school."

And with that Lex patted Clark on the shoulder and got him back into the car.

The Lamborghini was splattered with green mush the moment it parked in front of the school. At least a few hundred people huddled around the car trying to cover it with rotten fruits and vegetables and poking it with their pitchforks. Among them were signs such as 'We don't want Luthors here'.

Lex got on his cell phone.

"Where are those bodyguards I sent for?...Well get them here quicker!"

The principle fought his way through the crowd, handing out detentions as he went.

Then suddenly, a strange and loud whistling sound could be heard through the speaker and the crowd of people disappeared as quickly as they'd appeared.

Lex slowly got out of the car to inspect the damage. After looking at it he just shrugged. "The sound system's not that good on this car anyway. I'll just buy a new one."

Clark slowly got out of the car, looking around he saw that everyone was going on about their business, as if they hadn't just been throwing things and poking Lex's expensive car.

He looked back at Lex who was now yelling at his personal assistant over the phone.

"Um, Lex, I should be going now."

Lex smiled at him. "Bye Julian" he said before going back to his cell phone once more.

The sounds of arguments rang through the catacombs like chaos on a metal rod as the six councilors in black hooded robes made their way onto the raised platforms. The president was already on the podium in his billowy golden hooded robe as he gave a rhythmic whistle.

At that, the crowd went silent.

"Greetings comrades" the president addressed into the microphone. "Welcome to the 784th meeting of the Anti-Luthor Society."

"Greetings oh Great Omnipotent President!" everyone replied simultaneously.

"I'm sure we all know why I called this meeting and that you've all heard of the recent development in the Luthor clan. Now I know that many of you young people do not appreciate that there's now a Luthor infiltrating our school but as of this moment there's nothing we can do about it. I'm very disappointed that you've acted so irrationally as to attack them. May I remind you that this is a 'secret' society and a secret it must remain."

At that, the crowd of white robed figures went into chaos again as everyone started speaking.

"SILENCE!!!" The President shouted.

"But, Mr. President we couldn't just ignore him. He's a Luthor, if we let him be, he'll destroy our system and community from the inside and then we'll be too late to stop them!" an anonymous teenage boy called from the middle of the crowd.

Sounds of agreement could be heard throughout the mob.

"Yes, it is true, the boy speaks wisdom" a man said from the back.

"YES, LUTHORS ARE EVIL!"

"LUTHORS ARE EVIL!"

"LUTHORS ARE EVIL!"

"LUTHORS ARE EVIL!"

The crowd continue to chant until the door burst open.

"Sorry I'm late, damn Lex Luthor hit my Bessie with his car. Doctor said it's just a scratch but she might have caught the Luthor disease so I had to have him check her again." Jonathan Kent said as he put on his black hood and joined the rest of the councilors. "What'd I miss?"

All eyes turned to the blond man (though none could really see him because the hoods covered their faces).

"Ah, welcome Brother Jonathan. Please, take a seat." The President said as he turned to the crowd. "Everyone, please take a moment to offer our brother Jonathan, condolences for the loss of his son"

Everyone went silent for ten seconds.

"Brother Jonathan, we all feel your loss. For Clark Kent is an upstanding member of this community, who has already saved many of us from the hands of Luthor. In befriending the spawn of Satan, he has uncovered many Luthorian secrets such as that of the mysterious Level three. We all know the risk of allowing an innocent such as him to be in the close proximity of a Luthor. Now we all pay the price, for the innocent has fallen so deeply into the other side, that he even carries its name!"

The crowd went into an uproar at that, but was silenced when the President made a 'cut' gesture with his hands.

"Never again my friends. Never must we let another as innocent and pure as Clark Kent enter the devil's lair."

The crowd nodded simultaneously.

"But, Mr. President, what are we going to do about the business of there being another Luthor?" a person near the podium said.

"We will deal with that as we have dealt with the other Luthors."

"But we barely stand a chance against two Luthors, how are we going to handle three?"

"MY SON IS NOT A LUTHOR!" Jonathan shouted from his seat.

"But he bears their name"

"He also bears mine." Jonathan replied. "Now my boy was raised to be a Kent. He may now be Clark Kent Luthor, but there will always be a Kent in him."

"Then there's hope for the boy yet!" the President said enthusiastically. "We will all pray for him and give him some time to rid himself of the evil. Now, let us consult 'The Prophet'."

The crowd cheered as the councilors stood up, making way for the tall woman in the society's traditional robe and face covering hood except in the color of blood red instead of white. Her lips were painted to match as she floated onto the podium with her crystal ball. She put her hands over it as she began to speak.

"The third is untrue in its bonding with the clan though he doth not deny them for sake of the true kin.

As sibling and son he is their most beloved, he will bring the broken pieces together, joining them.

This can mean both, destruction or the betterment of our kind."

Then she let go of the crystal.

"The Prophet has spoken!" The President said as the crowd, again, went into an uproar as the woman floated away.

"So what exactly did she tell us?" Jonathan asked quietly.

"Um, basically, that things will either get better or worse... I think." the President replied.

"So basically she told us nothing."

"Yeah, basically."

Lionel was seated in his study, reading the stock reports with his hands as he heard the door slam.

"Is that cheap perfume and morphine I smell? I thought the doctors cured you Rachel. Or is that just your personal scent?"

The clicking of heels became louder as Rachel walked up to the blind man, till she was so close that she breathed on him. Lionel tried not to gag.

"I just got the DNA results. You did something to them."

"Whatever on Earth made you think that?" Lionel replied casually, as if they were talking about the weather.

"Don't play that game with me Lionel. I know what you're up to. I thought we had an agreement."

"We did."

"THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE WITH HIM?!!"

Lionel stood up, wiping the imaginary lint (or was that Rachel's breath?) off his suit before reaching for his walking stick.

"Please lower your voice Rachel, I cannot afford to be deaf too," he said as he tried to get away from her overwhelming scent.

"The deal was that I'd get help and stay away from my boy if you gave me the money and stayed away from him too. Or did you forget Lionel?" Rachel was quick to follow Lionel as he walked, cutting off his oxygen again.

"No Rachel, I did not forget."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU WITH HIM?!"

"I'm not Rachel, as the doctors have distinctly proven that he is not your son. Only mine."

"Liar! You switched that DNA sample, I know you did. You want the boy all to yourself don't you? Wanna do to him what you do to your precious Lex. I know exactly what you and that slutty son of yours do; you didn't even wait till after your wife was in her grave you SON OF A BITCH!"

Lionel snorted as his hand found her face.

"As opposed to what you and I did before my wife was in her grave, Rachel?"

"That's different. It wasn't homosexual or incestuous."

"And I suppose adultery is so much better." Lionel said as he gently kissed her ears and trailed feather light kisses down her cheeks. He smirked as he felt her purr.

"I'm going to expose you Lionel," she said breathlessly.

"Oh Rachel, if you had any evidence, it'd be in the papers by now." He said slowly before sucking on her neck.

Rachel moaned. "I'm gonna get you for this Lionel."

"Of course you will," Lionel said before he muffled her words with his mouth.

Clark's day had been an over emphasized version of yesterday. So far he'd been ambushed, glared at, sworn at, poked at (with a pitch fork no less), drooled over, fought over as well as had things thrown at him (from flowers and footballs to rotten eggs and stink bombs) and been used as a rope in a tug of war game.

Being a Luthor sucked.

Not to mention he had to lie to Pete again. He just didn't want the guy fainting any more; he had enough to deal with as it is.

The clothing didn't help; they'd completely cemented the idea of him being a Luthor in everyone's head. It seemed as though everyone had forgotten that he was still the corn fed farm boy he was two days ago. The boy sighed, he wished he could talk to Chloe but she was too busy practicing her speech for when she was voted, Miss America. He'd never understand that girl.

It was currently lunchtime and he was looking for Lana.

Though she was still the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and he still occasionally got tongue-tied around her, she was seemingly the only close friend he had left that wasn't going through an all consuming identity crisis (he finally figured out what was wrong with Chloe after some research) or had selective amnesia, and right now, he really needed to talk to someone who was at least a little bit normal.

He finally found her in the school parking lot, but she was currently too busy to notice him.

Lana gave a loud 'HIYA!" as she jump kicked a red headed girl who ducked her just in time and squealed as she was strangled from behind by a blond. It was the blond who'd ask Clark out the other day.

Clark stared in amazement as Lana lifted the girl over her head and threw her onto the floor before a brunette joined in. He looked on as Lana took on all three girls with strength Clark never knew she had.

It made Clark wonder about all the times he'd had to go and save her.

Lana noticed that Clark was there and pretended to be hurt.

Clark noticed her falling to the ground and ran up to her before the other girls could start attacking her again.

"CLARK!" The girl's all squealed as they rushed up to him, pressing their breasts against his chest. Clark pushed them all away and went to Lana.

"Are you alright?"

"I think I may have sprained something, Clark could you help get me to the nurse?"

"Yeah, sure" he said as he hauled her up on her feet.

"Clark, that bitch broke my nose!" a girl shouted as she noticed what Lana was doing.

"Clark, I think I broke my ankle," another girl followed.

"Clark, help me I can't walk."

Clark x-rayed all of them, seeing as they were all ok, he ignored them.

The three girls gave death glares to Lana as she walked away with what each one of them considered 'Her man'.

"What was that all about?" Clark asked Lana once they were far from the other girls.

Lana gave him a genuine smile. "You really don't know anything do you?" She whispered adoringly to herself.

"What?" Clark asked, "What do you mean I don't know anything?"

Lana looked at him sheepishly, she hadn't expected him to hear that. Oh well.

"Clark, those girls were fighting me over you."

"WHAT?"

"Since you became a Luthor, every girl in school wants to be with you Clark."

Clark took a long moment to process this. His face going completely blank.

"They started fighting with me when I told them I won't stay away from you."

That caught Clark's attention and he turned to look at the girl in his arms. Lana looked deeply into Clark's sparkling green eyes as she preyed to every god she could think of for him to kiss her.

"Why?" were the words that left his mouth his mouth as his lips parted deliciously and Lana had to remind herself not to drool.

"Because..." Lana scrambled through her brain before coming up with an answer. "Because you know me better than anyone Clark."

That was complete bulshit and she knew it. She didn't even answer the question but Lana couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment that wouldn't, drive Clark away or bring him too close. She still had her secret after all.

Clark was blushing. The question? Completely forgotten and Lana silently congratulated herself on her quick thinking.

"What?" Clark asked again

OK, so maybe it wasn't as silent as she thought it was. "Damn, I need to learn to start talking to myself mentally and not verbally."

"It's ok Lana, I talk to myself sometimes too. Well, not when other people are around but, you know, still..."

"Uh! I'm doing it again!" she berated herself before walking off. The nurse completely forgotten, as she wasn't really injured anyway.

So she walked off, talking to herself as Clark looked on in confusion.

Lex's car screeched to a stop as the red headed figure stood in the center of the road.

"Miss Dunleavy?" Lex asked as he got out of the car.

She was smiling at him in that strange way she always smiled at Lex. Then suddenly, she looked up at the sky in surprise.

"Oh look!" she said, pointing up. "It's a bird! It's a plane!" she gasped "It's CLARK'S UNDERWEAR!"

At that Lex automatically looked up. "It's a frilly thong isn't it?! I knew he'd been stealing them from my closet!"

The moment Lex looked away, Rachel took a syringe out of her pocket and plunged it into the side of his neck.

Lex winced before falling to the ground, completely unconscious.

Lex woke up with the worst hangover he ever remembered having. He hadn't had one in years so he figured something must be wrong. He tried to shift his body and realized that he couldn't.

And when he opened his eyes, he realized why.

Lex was duct taped to a chair in the middle of a very pink living room. He gave the place a quick once over and tried his hardest to remember who he was having sex with last night that got him into this situation.

He couldn't think of anyone.

Then he realized that Rachel Dunleavy was staring at him.

"OH NO! We didn't do anything did we??!!"

At that, Rachel looked at him incredulously. Then she rolled her eyes.

"You are so much like your father." She said to him. Lex cringed and started to struggle.

"No! No I'm not! How dare you say that I have sex like my father??!! Take that back! Take that back right now!"

"I was talking about your reaction. Your father said the same thing to me after we had sex. And no, you little pervert, WE didn't do anything."

"Oh thank god." Lex began to relax. "We weren't planning on doing anything, were we?" he asked, worried again.

Again Rachel rolled her eyes. "Of course not! Get your mind out of the gutter. Damn you Luthors. I kidnap you and hold you at gunpoint and all you can think about is sex."

"You're holding me at gunpoint?" Lex asked as he looked around for the non-existent gun.

"I am now" Rachel said as she pulled a gun out of thin air and pointed it at Lex's bald head.

"Oh, I see," he said before going silent. For about five minutes.

"So..." he started, not a hint of fear in his voice. "Where is this place?" he asked conversationally.

"It's my house. I just bought it. Do you think my Lucas would like it?"

"Um...So what am I doing here exactly?" he quickly changed the subject.

"You are here as a bargain."

Lex went silent for a bit.

"Get your mine out of the gutter Lex!"

"Oh, ok so please explain?"

"You're father, is either going to admit that he switched the DNA and tell the whole world that Clark really is my Lucas and give me custody of the boy, or" she paused for dramatic effect, "he's going to lose his favorite lover."

Lex looked confused.

"I'm going to kill you Lex." Rachel repeated exasperatedly.

"Right."

Then Lex realized that he was definitely going to die. He struggled with the bonds again before he heard the click of the safety lock.

"This is the world's worst hangover ever."

Lionel hung up the phone with a serious expression on his face as he turned towards his assistant.

"What's wrong?" Martha Kent asked, looking up from her game of computer solitaire

"Rachel Dunleavy. She kidnapped Lex."

"Oh my god, what does she want?"

"If I don't call a press conference announcing that Clark's her son and give her full custody of him, she's going to kill Lex."

"I'll call Clark."

"I'm on it mum, just tell Mr. Luthor to make one of his long speeches on Greek mythology. It'll buy us some time." Clark said as he hung up his new cell phone and raced to Chloe's office, praying that her current personality wasn't too strange.

The office smelled like weed as Clark burst through the door.

"Chloe?" he asked as he looked to the girl currently dressed in bell bottom pants, a tie dyed t-shirt and a leather vest. Her hair was really long and she had a head band around her head as well as a peace pendant around her neck. She was also sitting in a circle with a group of similarly dressed people.

"Peace man" she said, holding up two fingers as she saw Clark. Then she passed the bong onto the guy sitting next to her. "Come join us Clark. We're just about to have an orgy."

Clark blushed. "No thanks, uh..." he said as Chloe leaned over to kiss the guy (or was that a girl?) next to her. Clark tried to focus, as hard as that was in the face of his ever changing friend.

"Uh, Chloe I really need your help right now. Rachel Dunleavy's kidnapped Lex and is going to kill him if I don't find him soon."

Chloe was still kissing the guy.

"CHLOE!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming man." She got up and turned to the rest of the group, "Make love not war dude." She said before going over to her computer.

"Hey dude, you sure you don't want any?" the guy in the circle asked Clark.

"Um, no thanks" he replied as the group started singing kumbaya

"Rachel said she bought a house in Smallville, I need to know where that is." He said once Chloe started searching.

"Ok man, I'll like, check with the county clerk man," she said as she pushes at the keyboard. "It'll take a while." She said before going back to her circle and taking the bong from one of them.

Clark sighed.

The computer beeped and since Chloe was currently too occupied, he looked at it himself.

"There's no record of Rachel Dunleavy here C'lo"

Chloe ignored him as the group began making out with each other.

"Alright, I'll just try the name Lucas Luthor. You don't mind if I borrow your computer do you Chloe?"

All he heard was the sound of people smooching. Clark turned back to the screen.

"Lucas Luthor, 1436 Blueberry Park Lane, Smallville, Kansas 67254."

Clark looked back at Chloe. She was too occupied to notice so he super speeded out of the room.

Chloe heard the whooshing sound and caught sight of the black blur where Clark used to be.

"Dude, this is some good shit" she said, gesturing to the bong.

"UUHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rachel screamed at the TV as Lionel started talking about Zeus.

"Will you just shut up!?!" she screamed at the TV again. "Your son's about to die and all you can do is talk about Greek myths??! What is wrong with you Luthors?!!"

When Rachel was preoccupied with screaming at Lex's father, Lex yanked his feet, twisting and turning until he got them free and stood up. His hands were still bound to the chair as he tip toed to the door.

When the door knob creaked Rachel turned around and glared at Lex.

She quickly grabbed the gun and aimed it at Lex's head and fired. Lex ducked, causing him to trip and hit his head as the chair breaks and he falls unconscious to the floor.

Rachel walked up to the bald man and aimed again.

On the moment she fired, the front door shattered as Clark flung himself in front of Lex.

Rachel's eyes widened as the bullet bounced off Clark's head and onto the floor. She walked over to pick up the bullet and saw that it was completely crumpled.

She looked curiously at Clark as the teen untied Lex.

"I aimed the gun at your head," she stated.

"It must have missed," Clark said as he picked Lex up and onto his shoulders then began to walk away. "The police will be here in about-"

The sound of sirens interrupted him.

"Now" he finished as he walked out of the house.

Martha took off her jacket before taking a seat at the table, she'd just finished her work with Lionel and it was the Kents' night for taking care of Clark. She gave her son a kiss on the cheeks as she handed him a glass of milk.

"Rachel's been admitted to a private psychiatric clinic. It seems she was addicted to morphine, delusional and was obsessively incest phobic."

Clark's eye brows knitted together in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I have no idea."

Jonathan snorted and rolled his eyes as he joined them at the table.

Martha gave the two Kent men a hug. "I'm just glad our family is still in one piece...Well, sort of." She added as she looked over at Clark.

Clark looked curiously between his parents. "So dad, you still didn't explain to me why you hated Lionel so much. I mean he helped us with the adoption papers."

Jonathan instantly looked uncomfortable. "Um...son, I think that maybe we should talk about this when you're a little older." Martha rolled her eyes at her husband as he said this.

Clark sighed.

Lionel relaxed as he sipped his glass of scotch. The sound of Madam Butterfly echoed through the study as Lionel stroked his beard, waiting for his son to return.

He spun the chair in the direction of the door as it slammed open.

"Hello Lex, how are you feeling?"

"Fine dad. I'm still breathing. No thanks to you of course."

Lionel chuckled. "What did you want me to do? Jump in front of you and block the way? Don't be ridiculous Lex. I did as much as I could."

Lex snorted and turned away as Lionel got up and walked over to his son.

"You would have done the same thing Lex. I know you. You wouldn't give up Clark either."

Lex froze at his father's words and shivered when he felt warm hands on his shoulders.

"You know I'm right." He whispered in Lex's ears.

"Just tell me one thing dad. Did Rachel have your baby?"

"Yes"

"Is it Clark?"

Lionel smirked at his son's hesitation. "No Lex, Clark is not her child. Her child is long dead." He said as he kissed Lex's neck.

"So tell me who Clark's mother is" Lex said as he turned to face the blind man and Lionel's walking stick dropped to the floor.

"I don't know Lex. All I know is that he is mine. And he is yours."

And Lionel caught Lex's lips with his, his tongue seeking entrance that Lex gladly offered. Lex held his father tightly as the blind man saw him with his hands, warm tongues battling for dominance as Lex tasted the scotch on Lionel's lips and teeth.

Lionel stopped for a second.

"Why don't we take this in the bed room?" he whispered into Lex's ears as the young man nodded.

Lex picked up the discarded walking stick before leading Lionel out of the study.

TBC