The scalpel was clean and Lex's skull was sewed shut. The scar definitely gave him an interesting look. The doctor stared at his patient. To his surprise the man stared back. They both blinked. Lex fell back asleep. Sighing the doctor turned to the nurse. "Let's clean him up and get him back to the hospital room. Looks like he broke it himself."
The nurse let out a world weary type of smile.
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This is my last shot, he realized. Open your eyes! his inner voice said.
No, his body argued back.
Yes! YES! YES!
Urgh, uh, oh…man…, gurgling and tried to think of a better reason.
Stop struggling and just let your eyes open!
I let myself fly and look were that got me.
UP!
He let out a groan. Looking up he saw more people starring at him. He wanted to ask what was so engrossing about a bald man? Although with the victory of being awake, he instantly fell into a dreamless sleep. Well almost, his mind began to argue with it's self.
Was it worth it?
You mean is it better here with my evil son of a biscuit eater father or was it better there with my mother?
Well, yeah, I mean is better to be alive or to live in a dream?
Speaking of dreams I'm hungry.
That means nothing …oh wait, yeah, let's see what happened here in the real world dream-boy.
With all the effort he could muster he opened his eyes and tried to use his elbows to prop himself up. Two strong hands helped him. Groggy he slurred, "and you arrrrre?"
A flash of white teeth greeted him. He recognized them, "Oh, farm boy, uh-Clark?"
"Mmm-hmm. How you feel?" Clark leaned back in his chair.
"Okay I guess. I'm tired, but mostly I'm hungry."
Clark winked and rotated to his left. He picked up a tray. "Do you like PB&J? It's even cut in little triangles!"
Lex smiled. Clark helped prop him on pillows, then gave him the tray. "Thanks, Clark, I love these sandwiches. My mom used to make them just like this."
The two men ate their lunches, and happily discussed what was happening in the world. It made Lex a lot more comfortable. He still wasn't sure where was better but right now he was in great company.
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There was a ring in the silence of the LuthorCorp Office. The President's demanding voice spoke, "Update."
"He lives sir." The voice said over the phone.
There was a click as the call was cut short; Lionel had snapped the phone shut. Lionel glared at Lucas from the corner of his eye. "Not for long," he reassured, "No not for long at all."
Lucas gulped. Lionel got up and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. You are my true son. I cannot have a weak heir. You are strong. Lex is not."
Lucas muttered, "You're the one that poisoned him though. You were the reason he was weak. "
Lionel hit him on the side of the head with an open palm. "Do not make this harder, boy. I've kept you going, revel in that, and be glad you are alive."
He moved back to his desk and opened a special drawer. "Now, come here and see what I have planning…"
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Chloe threw down the newspaper onto the cafeteria table. Pete whistled, "Wowser."
The headline read, No Time for Naps On The Job! A picture of Lex was in the article, and his scar gave off a very interesting aura.
Chloe said, "I think this calls for a deep investigation."
"Bring those Luthors down!" Grinned Pete.
Discussing the topic, three friends continued eating on the uneventful Monday morning. They could not fathom anything amiss, Smallvile was just weird. And that was all.
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Two days later Lex was back in the Smallville mansion. Safe with his new farm boy friend, he was entirely un-suspecting of any danger. He sipped his scotch, never a thought to whether or not it was poisoned. The world was brighter.
And at the moment he felt fine. He was a kinder man, and he smiled more. In the business community he still knew the tricks, but was also so much more fun to work with. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" his voice rang.
As the door burst wide open, one might even say he was soaring.
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