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"Alright, we need to talk. What you said about Clark..."
Helena cut her father off furiously. "What we said about Clark?" She mimicked, "you shouldn't have been listening to a conversation that you weren't part of!"
"Helena..."
"And how do you even know about this place? How do you know about me? It's not like you'd recognize me, considering the last time I saw you I was still in diapers!"
"That's your dad?" Dinah seemed awed. "You're dad is a billionaire?"
"Yeah." Helena snarled, "Unfortunately he is."
"Now, I realize you may hate me," Bruce said calmly, "but I can help you and young Clark. Where is he?"
"Dinah, please go find Clark." Requested Oracle.
"May hate you? Oh, of course not, Dad. You're my favorite person ever! Especially since you completely ignored me for my entire life. Oh, yeah. Why would I hate you for that?" Helena exploded sarcastically, happy to finally be able to vent.
"C'mon, Clark." Dinah muttered, "Huntress's dad is in there, and he thinks he can help you get back to Smallville."
"But there was a tornado that destroyed it! How could I get back?"
"Just follow me!" Dinah hissed, hoping Bruce didn't tire of Helena's endless rant and leave before he could help them. She pulled Clark through the door where Bruce was waiting.
Bruce turned away from Helena and faced Clark. "Ah, there you are. Just as I expected!" Bruce grinned.
"Who are you?" demanded Clark curiously.
"I'm a friend of yours from your future." Bruce answered evenly. " Well, we work together sometimes. So, I think I know someone who can get you back to the past."
"What about the tornado? Wouldn't it just happen again?" Clark was getting seriously confused.
"Well," Bruce chewed his lip. Obviously he had not thought of that before rushing over to act like a hero. "The person we are discussing here is not just a genius. He's a mastermind. He may be able to delete the tornado from history."
"Whom are you talking about?" Asked Oracle, "I don't know if anyone is that smart. I don't think it can be done."
"Oh, it can," Bruce said innocently, "it definitely can. Clark, in Smallville did you know anyone named Lex Luthor?"
"We were really good friends." Clark responded, "why?"
" Clark, I hate to break it to you, but I doubt you'll be good friends now. I doubt you'll even be friends at all."
"I thought he died." The word felt strange rolling off Clark's tongue in reference to someone he was actually friends with. Funny, you'd think he'd be used to it by now.
"After acting all heroic and saving you, he couldn't stand not using all the pretty gadgets to save his own skin. Never mind his father and his other friends. He only saved you because then he could brag to his Metropolis buds about being a hero." Bruce's words dripped with disgust.
Mimicking his tone perfectly, Helena snapped, "Look who's talking! You have your own pretty gadgets that you constantly brag about."
"Please! I am trying to speak! As I was saying, Lex couldn't help but save himself. He's a criminal now, though, but if you disguise yourself..."
"Whoa. Wait. Lex can't be a criminal. I know him!"
"Fine, then." Bruce groaned exasperatedly, "I'll take you now. Let's go."
"No." Helena exploded, "you will not just waltz into our lives, my life, grab the kid, and leave again. Maybe the kid doesn't trust you. He shouldn't, anyway!
Ignoring Helena, Bruce headed for the door.
"Dad, you are so selfish! God! Come in, grab the kid and leave again and you think you're forgiven!"
"Helena, I'll explain later. Come, Clark."
"He's not a dog!" came Helena's last spiteful shout.
"Bye, Clark." Dinah whispered.
"Bye, Dinah." Clark flushed as he wrapped her in a hug. "Bye, guys"
Oracle smiled and waved, and Helena lifted a hand and grunted.
Bruce led Clark out to the car. "Come on. Let's go."
When the two men reached the house after a long ride filled with awkward silence. Clark let out an audible gasp. "It's gigantic!"
"Go ahead," said Bruce, "I don't really want to go in there."
Feeling sufficiently warned, Clark headed toward the huge house. When he entered the mansion, the first thing he saw was the familiar bald head of his friend.
"Lex."
The man turned, and Clark saw at once that it was his friend, but there seemed to be something missing. The warmth in his eyes was gone, and he was looking at Clark with an expression that looked remarkably like resentment.
"What are you doing here, Clark? I suggest you leave.
"Lex, I never did anything to you. All I want is for you to help me get back to Smallville."
"Let me think about that." Lex pondered, "no."
"Lex, just do it! Plus..." Clark trailed off as he tried to think of some way to bribe his friend to return him home and remove the tornado from history.
"Plus what?" Lex shot his friend a snotty smirk. "What are you going to do, Clark?"
"If you send me back... and erase the tornado from history... I'll make sure you never have to deal with your father again, at least not in Smallville, and I'll make you richer." Clark realized his friend usually didn't care about money, but this Lex just might.
Lex appeared to be thinking it over. "Yeah, sure." Then he turned back to Clark suspiciously. "How much?"
"Um... as much as you want."
"Already have it."
"I'll... I'll double it." Clark shouted desperately, dodging around Lex and leaping into the machine. Before Lex could react, Clark pushed his destination and year, pressing the large red X over the words natural disaster.
"See ya back in Smallville!" Clark called.
Colored dots swirled in front of Clark's eyes and the room began to spin. Then all went black.
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"Alright, we need to talk. What you said about Clark..."
Helena cut her father off furiously. "What we said about Clark?" She mimicked, "you shouldn't have been listening to a conversation that you weren't part of!"
"Helena..."
"And how do you even know about this place? How do you know about me? It's not like you'd recognize me, considering the last time I saw you I was still in diapers!"
"That's your dad?" Dinah seemed awed. "You're dad is a billionaire?"
"Yeah." Helena snarled, "Unfortunately he is."
"Now, I realize you may hate me," Bruce said calmly, "but I can help you and young Clark. Where is he?"
"Dinah, please go find Clark." Requested Oracle.
"May hate you? Oh, of course not, Dad. You're my favorite person ever! Especially since you completely ignored me for my entire life. Oh, yeah. Why would I hate you for that?" Helena exploded sarcastically, happy to finally be able to vent.
"C'mon, Clark." Dinah muttered, "Huntress's dad is in there, and he thinks he can help you get back to Smallville."
"But there was a tornado that destroyed it! How could I get back?"
"Just follow me!" Dinah hissed, hoping Bruce didn't tire of Helena's endless rant and leave before he could help them. She pulled Clark through the door where Bruce was waiting.
Bruce turned away from Helena and faced Clark. "Ah, there you are. Just as I expected!" Bruce grinned.
"Who are you?" demanded Clark curiously.
"I'm a friend of yours from your future." Bruce answered evenly. " Well, we work together sometimes. So, I think I know someone who can get you back to the past."
"What about the tornado? Wouldn't it just happen again?" Clark was getting seriously confused.
"Well," Bruce chewed his lip. Obviously he had not thought of that before rushing over to act like a hero. "The person we are discussing here is not just a genius. He's a mastermind. He may be able to delete the tornado from history."
"Whom are you talking about?" Asked Oracle, "I don't know if anyone is that smart. I don't think it can be done."
"Oh, it can," Bruce said innocently, "it definitely can. Clark, in Smallville did you know anyone named Lex Luthor?"
"We were really good friends." Clark responded, "why?"
" Clark, I hate to break it to you, but I doubt you'll be good friends now. I doubt you'll even be friends at all."
"I thought he died." The word felt strange rolling off Clark's tongue in reference to someone he was actually friends with. Funny, you'd think he'd be used to it by now.
"After acting all heroic and saving you, he couldn't stand not using all the pretty gadgets to save his own skin. Never mind his father and his other friends. He only saved you because then he could brag to his Metropolis buds about being a hero." Bruce's words dripped with disgust.
Mimicking his tone perfectly, Helena snapped, "Look who's talking! You have your own pretty gadgets that you constantly brag about."
"Please! I am trying to speak! As I was saying, Lex couldn't help but save himself. He's a criminal now, though, but if you disguise yourself..."
"Whoa. Wait. Lex can't be a criminal. I know him!"
"Fine, then." Bruce groaned exasperatedly, "I'll take you now. Let's go."
"No." Helena exploded, "you will not just waltz into our lives, my life, grab the kid, and leave again. Maybe the kid doesn't trust you. He shouldn't, anyway!
Ignoring Helena, Bruce headed for the door.
"Dad, you are so selfish! God! Come in, grab the kid and leave again and you think you're forgiven!"
"Helena, I'll explain later. Come, Clark."
"He's not a dog!" came Helena's last spiteful shout.
"Bye, Clark." Dinah whispered.
"Bye, Dinah." Clark flushed as he wrapped her in a hug. "Bye, guys"
Oracle smiled and waved, and Helena lifted a hand and grunted.
Bruce led Clark out to the car. "Come on. Let's go."
When the two men reached the house after a long ride filled with awkward silence. Clark let out an audible gasp. "It's gigantic!"
"Go ahead," said Bruce, "I don't really want to go in there."
Feeling sufficiently warned, Clark headed toward the huge house. When he entered the mansion, the first thing he saw was the familiar bald head of his friend.
"Lex."
The man turned, and Clark saw at once that it was his friend, but there seemed to be something missing. The warmth in his eyes was gone, and he was looking at Clark with an expression that looked remarkably like resentment.
"What are you doing here, Clark? I suggest you leave.
"Lex, I never did anything to you. All I want is for you to help me get back to Smallville."
"Let me think about that." Lex pondered, "no."
"Lex, just do it! Plus..." Clark trailed off as he tried to think of some way to bribe his friend to return him home and remove the tornado from history.
"Plus what?" Lex shot his friend a snotty smirk. "What are you going to do, Clark?"
"If you send me back... and erase the tornado from history... I'll make sure you never have to deal with your father again, at least not in Smallville, and I'll make you richer." Clark realized his friend usually didn't care about money, but this Lex just might.
Lex appeared to be thinking it over. "Yeah, sure." Then he turned back to Clark suspiciously. "How much?"
"Um... as much as you want."
"Already have it."
"I'll... I'll double it." Clark shouted desperately, dodging around Lex and leaping into the machine. Before Lex could react, Clark pushed his destination and year, pressing the large red X over the words natural disaster.
"See ya back in Smallville!" Clark called.
Colored dots swirled in front of Clark's eyes and the room began to spin. Then all went black.
Alright, guys. I still need your reviews. In fact, I refuse to tell you what's going on with the new Lana in Paris until I get at least three reviews. Please? :D