Disclaimers: Nothing's changed. I don't own Smallville, Lex Luthor, or Metropolis.

A/N: Again the time line is a little mixedup. Still set in early, early morning of Friday (19th)and Sunday (21).

THRUSDAY 18th
3:05 AM

Her youthful body fell into his arms; he stumbled for a moment before retaining his composure. Blood looked pitch black beneath the darkness of night, he never truly realized it till now.

It was warm as it soaked into his jacket and shirt. He sank with her to the cold ground. His young hands filled with the pure and innocent substance.

His fault...

My fault...

Lex bit his lip and shook his head gently looking down into her eyes. The once bright lively spark within her penetrating green eyes began to fade. He gulped running his hand through her brown silky hair.
She looked up at him, her breathing slow and shallow. Lex gulped back tears; he could faintly hear erratic voices in the background. Screaming at one another and screaming at him.

"Julia," he whispered to her. He sniffed at the cold air and placed his hand gently upon her cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He smiled tenderly at him; light tears ran down her cold cheeks. "It's," she struggled for a breath of air. "Okay."

"Shh," he said softly to her. Holding her head against him, he bent over her, holding her even tighter. ; As though if he were to let her go, if even just for a moment, she would fade into the night. "God, I'm sorry, Julia, I'm sorry."

Julia gasped within his grasp and took one last strained breathe before leaving him.

"No," he muttered against her head. "God, no..."

SATURDAY 20th
2:00AM

It beckoned him onward through the sea of human perfection that danced beneath the stream of multi-colored lights. The fast paced music sped up the movement and flow of the people as he proceeded through them.

But they moved for him. As though he were some sort of god gracing the room with his presence as they parted for him. Moved to allow him entrance. And there it was.

There she was. As though she had never fallen prey to such a fate. Good as she had been just the day before.

A smile graced his features and a welcoming warmness settled into his bones. He felt her presence absorbed him, consumed that emptiness that had consumed him the minute she had gasped her last breathe of air.

"Lex," she mouthed to him through the music. She smiled welcomingly and held out her hand for him.

He grasped it eagerly and together they danced to the music. Their bodies moving in rhymed with one another. He ran his hand down the side of her body and she clasped her hand around his neck, her head resting against his chest as they moved.

"Julia," Lex said as the music ended. "How?"

Was this real? Or yet a hallucination?

"Shh," she whispered into his ear. "Its okay, Lex. I'm here."

There was something different to her touch that he could not place, but she took his hand and led him through the crowd and towards the back rooms.

THRUSDAY NOVEMBER 18th
3:06AM

Jimmy's hand dropped to his side and realization of just what he had done. In the process of shooting his enemy, his nemesis, he had shot the one person he loved.

"Shit," he whispered; his breathe lingered into the cold night's air. He fell to his knees. "God, no, what have I done? What have I done?"

He looked at the gun still in his hand and immediately let go of it as though it had burned his hand. Jimmy slowly looked over towards the Luthor boy who held his beloved.

"No," he heard the boy whisper. "God, no..."

He vaguely heard Mike and Taylor yelling at him, threatening him, and screaming at his idiocy. No, he heard neither their words nor their mourning, but he did hear sirens in the distance.

Grabbing the gun and rising to his feet, he vowed to avenge his Beloved's death.

Lex slowly looked up from Julia's body and gazed directly at him.

"Run," his voice was rough. "Run before I kill you."

"Come, Lex," Julia led him into the dimly lit back rooms and gently pushed him onto the cushions of the couches.

Her voice. Her touch. They were not what he remembered...

"When I feel the warmth - Of your very soul - I forget I'm cold - And crying - When your lips touch mine - And I lose control - I forget I'm old - And dying."

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