A/N - I know the story is kind of boring right now, I just recently started working on this story again. The faster you review, the faster I will get the next two chapters up. I try to post at least two chapters a day.
"Jonny, phone!" Lana called upstairs a few days later.
"Hello?" Jon said when he picked up the phone.
"Yo, Jonny, whas up?" came the voice of Tyson Ross, his best friend.
"Hey Ty, not much."
As the two continued to chat, Clark looked across the table at Lana. "Another letter came today."
"From the same person?" Lana asked, frowning slightly. "Who is it?"
"I don't know," Said Clark, shrugging. "But I'm going to find out somehow."
Clark compared this recent letter to the last one. The writing was exactly the same. He then compared those two letters to one Lex had written him long ago and gasped. The writing was exactly the same on all three! 'Stop it, Clark' he scolded himself. 'Lana is right. Lex is dead.' But if that was the case, how could the writing all match? What if Lex wasn't dead? What if it was just wishful thinking on his part? No! Clark had been there when Lex died, Lex had died in his arms. 'Quit fooling yourself, Clark.' he scolded himself again.
"Clark? Darling, whats wrong?" Lana asked.
"Nothing. Just wishful thinking." Clark replied.
"About Lex again? Honey, I know you loved him, but you have to move on, for Jonny's sake."
Clark sighed. "I know." he said. "Lana, I want to show you something. Take a look at this." he said, handing over the letter Lex had written him.
"What is this?" Lana asked.
"A letter Lex wrote years ago, shortly after we started dating." Clark said, handing her the other two. "Now look at these two. They're the letters Jonny's been getting."
"Oh my God - the writing - Oh my God." Lana breathed.
"Is exactly the same." Clark said. "With the exception of a couple of changes over the years."
"So - so you think - Lex might be alive?"
Clark nodded. "It's a long shot, but if I'm right, Lex has been alive for the last thirteen years."
"How are you going to find out?" Lana wanted to know.
"I'm going to write him back and ask him to meet me in person." Clark told her, taking out a piece of paper.