Warning, small but naughty self-loving scene is described in the below, please don't read if that offends you.

Day Eleven

The sky was blue and peaceful. White fluffy clouds floated across the horizon and Clark was floating right along with them. He was no longer just Clark Kent, he was a super-man. No matter how powerful he now was, he loathed to come down from this place of solitude, for he knew what awaited him back on earth. Revenge. Hate. Misery. Not from him, but from an insane man that he used to call 'friend.' It saddened him to no end on how much like his father Lex Luthor had become. Looking back after so many years he now felt like most of it had been his fault. In those first vital years, he just couldn't quite believe in or be there for Lex when he had needed Clark the most. Yes, he had ultimately created his own eternal enemy; a man who was now his true equal and together they would have one last collision of wills that would be the stuff of legends.

Clark woke up to an ominous feeling of impending doom. 'Was that another nightmare or a fragment of some imminent event?' A world where he and Lex were arch-enemies felt so wrong. Out of the assortment of images that Elizabeth had made him see the day before, Lex trying to kill him was what his subconscious had chosen to dwell on the most.

Wiping his hands across his face, Clark tossed the covers off his upper body and got out from underneath his nice warm and safe bed. 'What the hell am I gonna do today?' Turning off the alarm was such an automatic response now that he was out of his bedroom before realising that he had indeed stopped its annoying chirping.

'Still Friday? Check. Life still sucks? Check. Elizabeth still on the loose raising havoc on the world? Check. Still thinking about Lex? Double check.'

That freakishly powerful woman could do damn near anything. If she could see into the future like those visions had suggested then wouldn't she know what he'd try to do next? Okay, maybe, maybe not. Evidence showed that up until this point she was mostly trying to pretend that he didn't exist, after yesterday Clark doubted that would still hold true. He'd already tried almost everything to make her see reason, but she would never see reason if it meant her husband would end up dying.

He blew a chunk of his dishevelled hair from his face, distressed to realize that his only option of stopping Elizabeth might be to kill her. That thought disturbed him beyond reason. It was such an extreme ultimatum for Clark to come up with that he could barely comprehend the full implications of what it could do to him. It would change him. He'd never actually committed murder before, thought about it once or twice. To cross over that line would be such an ultimate sacrifice, for Clark knew he'd never be able to get over the guilt of doing something so immoral. But, he simply could no longer see any other alternatives. She was so much more powerful than him. With these unpredictable occurrences of sickness and weakness, he wasn't even sure how much longer he'd be able to fight back.

'No! Not today.' Trying to clear his mind of all things Elizabeth, Clark vowed that he was going to enjoy himself today by only surrounding himself with people he loved and by doing things that were fun.

Walking into the bathroom, Clark forced himself to smile as he mused about all the apparently random visions he had been forced to see yesterday. Everyone had moved on with their lives without him, Pete, Chloe, and Lana among others all except Lex who had almost seemed bent on destroying him. 'Why?' It hurt Clark to think that the future could turn out that bleak for their friendship. Had Lex seen even more terrible things about their future together? Is that why Lex had been so afraid of one day hating him as much as he loved him? Clark loathed that he'd never be able to find out the answers to any of those questions. Lex wouldn't remember.

And now… Now, Clark wasn't sure if friendship was going to be enough from Lex right now. Kissing and groping sounded like much more fun at the moment.

He actually missed the sexual dreams that he'd had of him and Lex together before getting up in the mornings. Sure, he hadn't always known that was what they were and having a morning stiffy could be inconvenient but felt so much more normal than everything else going on in his life right now. And yesterday he'd even told Lana he loved Lex. 'Did I love Lex? That's a million dollar question.'

Sighing into the bathroom mirror, Clark stared at his nearly naked body in confusion. 'Is Lex gay?' His friend had appeared to enjoy kissing him and making out with him on quite a few occasions now and damn he had never thought of Lex being gay before. 'Am I gay?' He'd never thought of himself like that before. Lex was the first guy he'd ever wanted to make out with before. And, Clark seemed to be the initiator of the last few lip locks since Lex practically attacked him at the Cabaret. Then again he'd kissed Lex the day before that was when he'd been angry with him while in Lex's obsession room. 'This is so confusing.'

No, he would have known about that. Maybe, most likely, perhaps, possibly, in all probability. 'Lots of P words there.' Where was that metaphorical closet that he was supposed to be stepping out of right now?

"Crap." Clark rolled his eyes at his reflection then proceeded to stick his tongue out at it while shaking is head from side to side, mocking himself.

Stripping his boxers off, Clark stepped into the shower unable to stop thinking about Lex and leaning over he quickly turned both of the knobs on. He felt the cool tub beneath his feet before the warm water first hit his chest to flow down the rest of his body to his toes. 'That felt so much better.' Continuing to question his own sexuality, Clark wasn't surprised at the stiff erection that thumped into his right thigh whenever he moved too fast to the left. Heck, he'd watched it grow while staring at his own refection and thinking about making out with Lex a whole minute ago, so no surprise there.

Feeling adventurous, Clark spit into his hand and quickly turned so that the water was mostly hitting the left side of his back. 'Who said morning showers had to be boring?' With a wide grin on his face, he closed his eyes and began to imagine Lex sprawled out on his expensive leather couch. Throwing his bald head back to expose his vulnerable silky skin, Clark could hear him say, "Oh Clark do me, do me right now." 'Yes.' Clark began to pump his cock in a few hard strokes before reaching a steady rhythm.

Lex would lick his lips and moan his name some more as Clark pounced on top of him and proceeded to tear their clothes off super fast.

Moaning to himself, Clark felt the beginning rush and inner pull of the familiar coming release. 'Yes. Yes.'

He would then suck one magnificent hickey onto Lex's neck to show the world who he belonged to and then… 'Oh God, what would I do next?'

Groaning in frustration, he stopped before re-adjusting both his mind and his hand. Starting over, Clark pumped harder this time as he changed his fantasy to Lex being on the couch to being in the shower at the mansion by himself, washing his nearly hairless body and touching his pale muscular body while moaning Clark's name.

"Yes."

Lex would masturbate in the shower while imagining having sex with him. Just like how Clark was doing right now, but kinda the other way around. Closing his eyes to get a better visual, he braced his free hand against the wall for support. Lex would know how to do it right, no longer being some amateur virgin. He could practically see Lex thrusting himself in time with him under the spray of water. It was almost like they were having sex with each other.

Clark whimpered as this visualization turned him on to the breaking point, feeling the intense explosion of release he opened his eyes gasping Lex's name as his come hit the shower curtain in front of him.

'Score!' He'd remembered to hit the green plastic curtain. It was so much easier to wash the darn clumpy white stuff off of that than the tiled walls above the bathtub, where most of the time it seemed to stick like glue. Twisting the shower head so that the hardest spray hit it, Clark hummed happily to himself.

A moment later, he turned himself to face into the steaming jet stream to let the warm water wash down the front of his body. Clark smiled as it made his cock tingle from the extreme sensations after orgasm like it usually did. While having it vibrate up his body and into his brain, Clark began to think about his sexy friend again. 'Tight sweet ass.' Okay, jacking off with Lex in mind had been an awfully pleasurable experience and maybe the 'real thing' would be even better, but he wasn't going to go running off to tell his mom and dad today that he was gay. Maybe sometime in the future, since they would most likely be just as accepting as they had been of him being an alien. His dad had reacted way better the other day than he'd thought he would.

With that decision made, Clark finished washing himself with plenty of soap and shampoo. Turning off the tap and wrapping a towel around his waist after stepping out of the bathtub, he stared into the foggy mirror for a moment before wiping a hand cloth across it. His refection looked slightly distorted as he began to dry his hair with the same small towel.

'What am I going to do today?' His number one priority, stopping Elizabeth Hoffman, was temporarily bumped back a few spots to be replaced with other more desirable endeavours for today. Thinking of people that he'd like to do things with, he realized that it felt like forever since he'd seen or talked to Pete and Chloe. Maybe he could talk them into doing something sinfully wicked. Playing a prank on some unsuspecting jock could be very entertaining. Or, daring one of the school bully's into punching him in the gut as hard as they could, would be a great kick up for Clark's ego. Pete could surely think of some amazing masterpiece of a practical joke that the three of them could do together as a team. That would surely equal mega fun. And, by now he really needed to have some fun. Anything other than seeing Elizabeth again today would make this day ten-fold better than the day before, which had been one disaster after another.

Deep down, Clark knew that he would have to confront her at least one last time, and he genuinely feared what the outcome would be. Right now he just didn't want to think about it. He knew she could kill him easily; but, if that was going to happen, he wasn't going out without at least one fun day- where he did the things that he wanted to instead of always hanging back the way his parents thought he should. 'Instead, today, I'm gonna be thinking happy gay thoughts, and doing some non-altruistic acts for once.'

Thinking about Lex was highly more beneficial than thinking about her anyway. Clark knew that he had to eventually see Lex today, because not seeing him was almost inconceivable. What he'd do when he saw his friend was still undecided, for there was always that crappy ice breaker he had to do at the beginning of everyday that made first seeing him just a little less fun. 'Maybe I could buy Lex a present?' His friend would find an impulsive giving act like that from him to be quite intriguing.

Now dressed, with teeth brushed, Clark glanced into the mirror one last time. Deciding to glob a small amount of gel into the palm of his hand, he ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times before finally being satisfied with the less wind blown farm look.

Leaving the room, it was strange how nice something as simple as walking downstairs in his own home could make the day feel almost normal again, and by the time he reached the main floor he was almost bursting with pent up energy.

His mom cheerfully beamed at him from across the kitchen. "Why don't you look nice today."

Clark blushed. "Thanks." He didn't think he appeared special enough to be commented about but what the heck a compliment was a compliment.

Feeling extra helpful and witty this morning Clark asked, "Does Dad need help with anything? I'd like to make sure he doesn't accidentally break a leg mowing the lawn or by tripping over the garden hose. I can feed all the cows and pigs and scoop their poop before you're done with the pancakes. The hens seemed a bit feisty the last time I saw them, so I could go to the henhouse and gather some of the eggs if there are any, as well."

"You can do all the chores you want, just make sure to wash your hands before you sit down to eat at the table. You know how much I dislike a dirty tablecloth." His mom continued to grin at his kidding around.

"Sure."

Less than four minutes later, he generously washed his hands while peering into the bathroom mirror again. Before going back downstairs, he quickly re-did his hair, which had once again looked super wind blown. 'Stupid hair.'

Savouring his food as much as he could under the circumstances, Clark watched his mom finish tidying up. At that moment, he fully understood what wonderful parents he really did have. They loved him so much, and without them, he didn't know how he could have turned out. In some alternative universe, he could have been bent on ruling puny planet earth by now. When he was younger his parents had never feared his unique gifts, instead they had encouraged him on how to control and use them. Sure, he made the farm work go by much easier than any regular kid could have but even now he felt no push to take over the farm when he got older like other guys he knew at school. Taking over the family business wasn't a given. It was only an option if he wanted to. And, he was starting to lean towards an absolute no more and more everyday.

"Oh, I almost forgot, your father needs some help with the tractor I believe he said it may have a flat tire." His mom said as she finally sat down to eat something herself.

"I'll go check it out as soon as I'm finished eating. Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you making such a great breakfast every morning?" He pointed his fork that had a dangly piece of pancake hanging off of it at her.

His mom appeared pleased if not slightly surprised at his compliment. "That is so sweet of you to say that." She then looked at him closely, "So, what do you want?"

"Hey!" Clark frowned a bit after remembering Lex saying that's all he ever did was want something all the time. "You know what? When I remember to say something nice, its not always that I want something. Well, maybe sometimes it is, but… I just want to make you feel proud that I'm your son and…" He paused wondering to himself as he said finished, "I hope that I can make you as happy as you've made me."

Her expression turned from amusement to mild concern, "You always do. Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything's fine. I just need to tell you stuff like that more often than I do."

"I know things have been kind of hectic around here lately." She stood and walked around to his side of the table. His mom gave him tender look as she continued, "You're growing into a wonderful young man, but you tend to worry a little too much. You can't always take on the world by yourself. If you ever need help, your dad and I will always be here for you."

'Always is a long time.' Clark thought sadly, particularly when 'Fridays seemed to go on forever.' But, the thought of a day they might not be there made the whole repeating Fridays maybe just a little easier to take.

"I know." Clark stood up from his chair and fondly kissed his mom's cheek before hugging her. "I love you. Don't ever forget that. I'd better go check on dad before he tries to lift the tractor up by himself."

Behind him, his mom waved goodbye. "I hope you have a good day."

"I will." He called out before leaving through the back door.

Striding across the road towards his dad, Clark remembered the last meaningful conversation they'd had together and smirked at how nervous he'd been. His dad had been great. Clark hadn't been expecting him to jump for joy or go running for his shotgun, but the idea that his son may want Lex to reciprocate his feelings of homosexual lust hadn't quite upset him as much as Clark thought it might. And, his dad had actually made him feel a bit better about the whole idea.

"I see you're having some tractor problems." Clark lifted the one ton plus machinery above his head and looked underneath it. Of course, he knew exactly where the problem was and intended to rectify it immediately. While still holding up the entire tractor with one hand, he unscrewed the nuts and bolts that held the now flat tire in place and the offending object was off a millisecond later.

"Clark is there a reason you're showing off?" His dad appeared a tad disapproving of his antics.

"I thought I should practice my balancing skills more. You never know when they might come in handy."

Snorting his dad shook his head, "Yeah right."

Laughing, Clark sped off to get the spare. One heart felt chat with a parent filled his quota for the day, so he was quite content to make idle chit-chat about the nice weather with his dad after fixing the tire before leaving for school.

After taking a two minute stop in the barn, Clark grabbed an old binder and quickly used his super speed to cover several pages with a ton of information, which had been easily stored in his almost perfect memory, to be used later as a fun tool. 'Chloe and Pete, here I come.'

While super-running on his way to school, Clark literally crashed and burned a definite mark into the side of the road after falling sideways into it. The impact was rather loud and abrasive for the both of them. After he slowly got up onto shaky legs, he frowned at the odd looking skid marks on the road. If his dad drove past here, Clark was sure he'd know it'd been him. Sure, his dad would worry, but tomorrow he wouldn't have to, so 'whatever' about needless worrying.

Why had he been hit by a sudden, but much less intense than yesterday, episode of weakness, sickness and pure blah feeling was a question he would be demanding answers to tomorrow. Today, he planned to just grin and bare it as best he could. Thankfully, within a few more moments the now too familiar sensation was gone.

School. It was almost ironic that he chose to willingly go back to a place that he still remembered utterly destroying a few days ago. Weird was putting it a bit too mildly, and yet here he was.

Walking amongst his oblivious classmates of various social standings, Clark thought about what he should do and whom he should do it to. Trying to remember from a few days ago, Clark vaguely recalled that Chloe and Pete would be walking down either the hallway to the left of him or the one behind him.

A football player, wearing the Crows trade jacket, bumped into Clark while he was standing by some lockers.

"Get out of my way loser."

Passing on the notion to send the guy flying through the ceiling, Clark ignored him while attentively watching the apparent randomness and lack of order of the students around him. Strangely, Clark realized that for that dumb jock something new had occurred to him without him even knowing it, for the last week he would have walked across this very spot never having collided into Clark at all. Repeating the same exact motions and language day after day like a mindless automaton. In a way, Clark was thankful that he didn't have to suffer that fate, even though his own was only the lesser of two evils.

'The Chaos Theory' suddenly jumped into his mind as a remnant of something Lex had said to him a long time ago came back to him. '-thus an apparent lack of order exists in a system that nevertheless obeys particular laws or rules.' He could practically hear Lex's smooth voice talking in his head and grinning as he enjoyed the moment for what it was, a memory of silly geeky Lex talking about interesting intellectual mumbo-jumbo to him.

Clark still didn't know if the Chaos Theory made any sense to him and yet it somehow reminded him of both his current location and situation. School always seemed to be in constant chaos around him and yet no matter what absurd or horrible event that may have unfolded in its rooms and or hallways students continue to learn, pass, fail and finally leave on their way to adulthood. It was all normal, in one big chaotic way. And, Elizabeth was chaos personified who had accomplished the unthinkable by making the chaos theory an absolute truth. Every single day, the world was now a perfectly ordered chaos.

He felt someone nudging the side of his arm and turned to see a humorous looking Pete, "Hey Clark, are you still on this planet?"

Not quite understanding why Pete asked him that, Clark came out with a rather eloquent, "Huh?"

"You know, you appeared to be 'a million miles away' sort of thing." Chloe standing next to Pete rolled her eyes at him.

Taking an extra second to revaluate the beginning of the conversion, Clark felt like smacking himself at his own stupidity.

Trying to compose himself, Clark grinned evilly at her before stating, "If you're gonna be like that, maybe I won't tell you my little secret."

Chloe visually perked up at that little tid-bit of information.

Pete's eyes opened with shock, and the quick once over Clark got from him was a bit annoying. Clark returned with his own look of, 'Not that secret' to Pete before mockingly continuing, "I know something you don't know."

"What that you have regressed to the age of five? Nope, I already noticed that." Chloe didn't seem too impressed so far.

"You wish." With his full attention on Chloe, Clark pulled out the small old binder from his backpack. "In this binder, there are two folders one has word for word what our English teacher is going to say about 'Hamlet' and the other has all the answers to our upcoming math exam in the class after that. At lunch, I will be willing to tell you now exactly how I came to acquire this information. But not a minute sooner, just to make you suffer with curiosity for a while as your punishment." He fluttered the binder above her head in a tantalizing manner.

Chloe made a vain attempt to grab for it as she growled out, "What the hell are you up to Kent?"

"If you're real good, I might tell you sooner."

Heading into English class, Clark sat down and kept the silly grin plastered on his face the entire time as Chloe kept giving him more and more desperate looks of inquiry.

"Miss Sullivan, will you stop doing that and pay attention. I believe some of the student's here actually want to learn something."

"Sorry."

One more now nasty look was all Clark would get before the class ended, and Chloe came running at him armed with her pen. "You are going to show me that book and tell me what's going on or I'm gonna have to beat it out of you!" She hissed.

"She will too, I have the marks to prove it." Pete encouraged Clark to show her the papers.

"Okay, since you bullied me into it, here it is." Handing over the binder to Chloe, Clark watched as she and Pete glued themselves together side by side reading it. His grinned at their collective oooo's and ahhhh's, it sounded like they were watching the fireworks on the four of July or something. So much amusement came out of so little actual effort.

Chloe started to blab out loud, almost making it sound like she was talking to a whole audience of people, instead of just her and Pete, "This stuff is amazing, you weren't kidding word for word. Strange, except for the comments he made towards me."

Quoting a whole paragraph out loud, Chloe did a very good impression of their English teacher:

"There are many similarities in Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare, and Trifles by Susan Glaspell, written in the early 20th century, that further support the timelessness of Shakespeare's works. Despite the fact that Shakespeare's Hamlet was written many centuries ago, his analyses of certain values in society are not only similar to those portrayed in the much more recent play, Trifles, but also to certain issues in modern society such as gender roles, family honor, suicide, and guilty conscience. One of Hamlet's tragic flaws is…"

Clark zoned out for a bit, as the still mesmerized Chloe continued to rattle on about the ingenious documents.

Pete, on the other hand, began to appear a bit bored, "Been there, done that, suffered the agony and will die having to listen to it all over again."

Chloe scoffed, "You're just jealous that Clark has somehow developed the ability to see into the future and you haven't."

Hearing Chloe's wrong assumption bought Clark back to reality, "No, that's not exactly what's happened."

"Are you goingto tell us before making me suffer though another class?" Chloe put a hand on one of her hips looking a bit annoyed, while Pete just appeared extremely curious.

Well, there was no getting around a nosy Chloe. And, he knew that he'd have to do his un-fun rant sooner rather than later. Time for the big guns, which tended to be his doe eyes and pouting lips.

"I'm desperate and need your help." Clark hoped that they would be willing to go along with his insane idea, taking a deep breath he quickly told them both that he'd been repeating the last few days in an endless loop of horrible dullness mixed in with a ton of boredom. What his big white lie failed to cover was anything about Elizabeth and all homoerotic content involving Lex, of course. He didn't want any unnecessary questions about either of those two people, plus having them believe that the three of them had been close to cracking the case sounded way better to get his friend's to do what he wanted of them.

Finally, he was able to end his rant with, "I'm begging you guys I seriously need a break. I guess we can just go back to solving the mystery again tomorrow."

"What can we possibly do for you?" Pete appeared to be the more worried of the two.

'It's all or nothing.' Laying it on even thicker, Clark tried to appear as needy and vulnerable as he could without making it look too sad. "I would like to enjoy being with two of my best friends today and for us to have as much fun as possible for the next few hours. Because, God do I need it."

TBC..

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU, for all the wonderful feedback. This day was the longest at 34 pages... here's the first 8... I have my reasons. Hope the first part wasn't too graphic, if so please let me know. THANK YOU!

Lizzy