I'm so sorry it's been so long since I posted a new chappie for this fic. I have writer's block-- bad. I'm not sure how good this chapter is, and I know the last several were crappy. My apologies.
DISCLAIMER:checking all my paperwork: Nope, I don't own anything but this weird plot and my muses. And they're rebellious little things.
Chapter Seven: Break
Evan, Lex's new security gaurd ran into the study, his eyes looking like they would bug out of his face if they went any wider. "Mr. Luthor, your father is here. He's been released. He says he was acquitted of the charges brought against him."
Lex didn't bother trying to keep the mask of calm that he usually did. He stood from his chair so fast it almost gave him whiplash, and his eyes hardened as if to further emulate the slate they resembled. "I'll deal with him."
"Oh good, Lex. You're finally starting to fight your own battles."
The younger Luthor scowled at the sound of his father's voice. "Gee Dad. Playing the hypocrite again?"
Lionel instantly caught the reference to his parents and Edge, and his expression darkened in response. He changed the subject. "It's not wise for a Luthor to believe friends are a luxury he can afford, Lex."
I wonder if he realizes he says the name Luthor like the rest of the public does-- like it's something dirty and nasty, Lex thought, pondering it for a moment before saying coolly, "Lex by any other name..."
His father smirked; throughout the business world it was known that when Lionel did that it was as good as a verbal threat, in all but a court case. "You do recall how that play ended, don't you Son?"
Lex half-turned, not daring to turn his back on his father, and kept the Lionel in his peripheral vision as he moved to the bookcase. He grabbed his copy of Romeo and Juliet, feigning the need to refresh his memory, and opened the book. "Yeah, Dad, but maybe the ending wasn't the point. Maybe the journey is what counts."
Lionel was disgusted. As usual, Lex thought. Then Lionel said, "You always were weak. I hoped I could break you of that. This world, Lex, will eat you alive if you show them the mercy you always do. I won't always be here to protect you."
Protect me my ass. I'd bet my life you were in on it with Helen when she tried to kill me. You at least planned for me to be stranded on that island a while, you bastard. "I'd say that I'd hate to see your idea of doing the opposite, but I've already seen it. Too bad the court system is so easy to buy off."
Lionel's expression turned predatory as he glided over to his son. He placed a hand on Lex's shoulder, and whispered so close to the younger man's ear that his lips brushed his son'sear with each new syllable, "Kent is mine, Lex."
Shit! Lex pivoted quickly, but his father's back was already to him and he was out in the hall. Two of Lionel's own security gaurds joined him the instant he was out of the study, and Lex knew there was no chance he could speak to the man anymore. He'd been dismissed.
He knows. He knows. I have to call Clark.
Wayne Manor
It wasn't every day that someone this... interesting was in danger. Bruce knew all about it. Kent was only a couple years younger than himself, and was quite extraordinary, for lack of a better word. It seemed Lionel Luthor was also interested in Clark Kent, and Bruce knew first-hand that that was always dangerous.
A small smile came over his lips, and he didn't give the slightest pause as he said, "Pack up, Alfred. We're going to Smallville."
:blinks: Hey, I wasn't planning on involving Batman in this whole charade.
Cyri: Yeah, but Gav was grumbling that you always take light-loving characters and make them understand darkness. He wanted one in the fic that already liked the dark.
Gavin: Besides, it'll help the plot along, and help you with your writer's block.
