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Chapter 9: Strange Visitor
"Yeah, Lois?" Clark replied.
"Look, Smallville, we've known each other for two years, and I think that I've been in serious denial about what I'm about to tell you, but the truth is that it's been tearing me up inside for a while now, and I think that, to be fair to both of us, I need to get this off my chest. Clark, I really, really li—"
"Hello, Clark"
Clark diverted his attention from Lois to find the origin of this voice. He turned around, and was met with the smiling face of Lex Luthor, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and extending his arm in greeting.
"Lois, can this wait till later?" Clark asked, not even making eye contact with her, but all the time staring at Lex's face with a look of contempt. Lex pulled his arm to his side, seeing Clark's discontent with his visit.
Lois was crushed. "Yeah, Clark, sure," she said softly, nervously grabbing her hair and looking away, so that no one could hear her. "It wasn't that important anyway."
Clark followed Lex down the hallway, but grabbed at his arm when he began to approach Chloe's room. "Lex, what the HELL are you doing here?" He asked, teeth bared and eyes flashing red for a split second.
"Clark, I came down here to give Chloe my best wishes. I am terribly sorry about what happened to her, and I wanted to let her know that I hope she's feeling better, and that I promise to get to the bottom of this, and put the shooter to justice." Lex said.
"Since when are you concerned about anybody but yourself, Lex? Last I checked, we weren't exactly on the best of terms, and your actions are part of the reason that we aren't even on speaking terms!" Clark fumed.
"Look, Clark, there was another reason I came here,"
"Of course there is! Lex, you'll never change, will you?"
"Clark, let me finish before you pull out the claws. I came here to speak to you, Clark. I miss having you in my life, and I think I owe you an apology. I've been less than honest with you regarding a lot of things, but my admiration of you is 100 legitimate. You're a great man, Clark, you help so many people, and I can only hope to be half as great as you. Let's start over, Clark. Give me another chance." Lex said, his voice low and unwavering, but still emotional and pleading.
"Lex, what you've done is beyond redemption! You have to earn my trust, Lex, and right now, you have a lot of ground to cover! So get the hell away from me, and stay away from Chloe!" Clark shouted with an anger that resonated with the echo of his voice in the barren hallway. But his face betrayed the emotion that he was so desperately trying to hide from Lex. He had a look of hope. . .hope that Lex was indeed sincere in his intentions, hope that Lex could change, and hope that maybe one day he could forgive Lex.
Lex showed no emotion. He handed over the flowers to Clark. "Give Chloe my best wishes," he said abruptly, before he walked away. Clark looked hurt, but at the same time concerned for Lex, and that was exactly what Lex had set out to accomplish. The seeds of forgiveness had been planted in Clark's head, beginning to turn the wheels of doubt about Lex's turn towards evil. Clark stared down the hallway, and then into the pink flowers in his hands. Could Lex really be changing? He wondered. . .
