Title: Wish

Rating: PG- subject to change

Pairings: None as of yet.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Smallville.

Author: Silent Train Conductor.

Thanks: I like to thank all those who have reviewed and kept on reading =). I also especially thank those who have put this story on their favorites, I truly didn't except much response from this fic =) I hope it continues to be interesting and fun to read!

Chapter 3

Lex started to choke on his pancake. He struggled and finally Martha came over and swiftly and forcefully patted his back. Lex finally managed to get his pancake through and gave Jonathan a startled look.

"Who in the world is Clark?" he repeated and he glanced to Martha, who looked as confused as Jonathan did. Lex gave them another look and began to plead with them.

"You know Clark." No sign of recognition passed through their eyes, he tried again, "Clark, your son." At this Martha gave a small gasp and held both hands over her mouth. How could've Lex known that was the name she always wanted to give her little boy, if she ever had one? Sensing Martha's anxiety, Jonathan placed a hand on Lex's shoulder.

"Now son, I don't know what's going on. But I suggest you stop before you give Martha a heart attack. And you know we never had, or will, have our own son. The closet thing we have to a son is you, Lex. We love you, you know that." Martha relaxed slightly, but gave Lex a suspicious look and nodded. Lex gave a frustrated sigh and grunted.

"I know you can't have children...but...but you adopted Clark." Lex continued, not willing to accept Clark, for whatever reason, didn't exist in this dream land. After all, a family like the Kents included Clark...it had to!

"I hate to break it to you son, but we didn't." Jonathan let go of Lex's shoulder and settled back digging into his breakfast, not looking at Lex. Martha too, couldn't meet Lex's gaze. It seemed Lex had hurt them, bringing the subject of not being able to conceive. Lex shook his head; he couldn't believe he had already turned his family against him!

"I need to get some fresh air." Lex muttered a slid out from his place at the table, leaving a nearly full pancake at his place. Jonathan started to say something, but decided against it. Lex could figure out what was going on in his own time. Lex left the farm home, nearly slamming the door and Martha jumped slightly. Only just realizing Lex had left, she turned to Jonathan and gave him a fearful look.

"Jonathan, what is going on with our boy?" Jonathan merely munched on his breakfast and shrugged his shoulders.

"I wish I knew Martha, I wish I knew..."

OOooOO

Lex was frustrated with this whole situation. He wanted answers, but where could he get them without coming out as a total loon? Was he still rich? he mused. As if to answer his question, Lex's eye caught his old Porche that oddly, he was driving when he had met Clark. Well, at least he knew he still had money, Lex's eyes widened at the thought. As well as power, his father was gone! Mentally Lex started to tally off what he knew so far of this new world.

I have the Kents as a family

Mom and Dad are dead

I'm still a Luthor, and rich...as well as still the business man.

Clark apparently is not with the Kents, could he still be in Smallville? Would he have the same name? Was he still alive? Lex's heart lurched at the thought, what if without the Kent's Clark had to live off the streets, and was dead because of it? Lex quickly shook the thought away, Clark was strong. He had to be alive. Had to, because...if not...

Lex then looked to his Porche again, and had a strange thought. Well it worked once before? Why not? He opened the car door finding it unlocked, with the keys still in the ignition. His mouth opened slightly and gave a small smile, as he thought about he no longer truly needed security in this world, obviously. Still, as he thought before, unsettling to think how much his life had changed. He still couldn't accept this was real.

What if as soon as he started the car, he woke up from a dream? He wondered how he would feel when he woke up. Upset? Relieved? Would he even remember? He slowly put the key in the ignition and slowly turned the key...

OOooOO

"Martha..." Jonatha hissed from the window and Martha quickly came and looked outside with him. Lex was just sitting in the car his eyes closed, and slowly his arm rose to the ignition. Jonathan raised an eyebrow and exchanged glances with Martha. The car started its roar of life and they could see Lex open his eyes. They saw him give a large scowl and he began to bang his head against the steering wheel repeatedly.

"Do you think we should call someone?" Martha whispered, still watching her boy hit his head, over and over and over...

"What do we say? Hello doctor, our son, who is Lex Luthor by the way, is trying to cause a dent in his forehead with the help of the steering wheel. Will you help us?" Jonathan smirked and Martha rolled her eyes.

"Still...I hope he gets over it soon..."

OOooOO

Lex finally stopped inflicting pain to the steering wheel, as well as his head. He blinked repeatedly to try to get everything back into focus. So...did he wake up? He felt extreme pain, meaning it couldn't be a dream, so he smiled and stepped out of the car. His smile faltered as he saw that he was still at the Kent's. He hesitated and called out.

"Mom?" Martha Kent quickly popped her head out through the door.

"Yes honey?"

"Never mind..." Lex mumbled and stepped back into his Porche. He looked at the steering wheel wearily and thought he should make sure...and so the banging process repeated itself once more.

OOooOO

Ok. Lex rubbed his head thoughtfully as he stepped out of the car. We...I- I...there is no we...I have agreed that this is indeed...not a dream. He looked up and saw the advertisement for the Talon, Now Hiring. Maybe Clark would be in here with the rest of his friends. He had tried the bridge, the first place he thought of, but there was no Clark in sight.

Lex stepped through the doors of the Talon, and the bustle of noise suddenly died out at his entrance. Lex gulped, now this was...different. Everyone was looking at him with a smile on their face, and they slowly turned back to their chatty selves as soon as Lex returned the smile. Maybe he was exaggerating, but it certainly seemed that way.

He felt a tap behind him and he was face to face with Pete Ross. Clark's best friend who hated his guts...So as Lex was expecting a confrontation with the boy, he was again startled to find him grinning as wide he had ever seen before. He was holding a basketball in one of his arms and Peter began to speak.

"Hey Lex, want to shoot some hoops?" It took a full minute for Lex to register the question.

"Excuse me...what did you just say?" Pete kept his smile and rolled his eyes.

"Want to shoot some hoops?" Pete repeated slower than before, teasing Lex, holding up the basketball for him to see. Lex just shook his head slowly and his eyes were searching for any sort of joke behind the smile. Seeing none he relaxed, that's right...it seemed nobody hated the Luthors here in Smallville.

"Listen, Pete right?" Pete snorted trying to hold in a chuckle and nodded, suppressing his laughter.

"Yes Lex, Pete. The same name I've had since I was born."

"Right. Um...Who happens to be your best friend?" Pete's smile disappeared for a second and then returned with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You're pulling my leg, right Lex?" After seeing Lex's response of a simple shake of his head. "You are Lex." Pete looked confused, and continued "I mean I thought we were best buds, ever since we were kids...but...I mean if you didn't know. Hey man, I'm sorry." Pete held his hands up in a defensive position.

Lex's mind stopped working. He had completely wiped Clark off of the face of this world! Pete his friend...not Clark...Martha and Jonathan...his parents...not Clark's...

"Of course, sorry to scare you Pete." He gave a chuckle to show he was fine. And he looked into Pete's eyes, making sure he was getting the truth from him.

"Pete, do you know anyone by the name of Clark? In your grade, maybe in your class...?" Lex trailed off hopefully, and all Pete could do was shrug and shake his head.

"Sorry man." Seeing how the answer seemed to trouble his best friend, Pete tried to cheer him up. "Maybe Chloe...?"

To be continued...

A/N thunderstorm is starting...wanted to post at least something up today =)