I unfortunately do not own any of Smallville.

"Thanks dad!" a very disgruntled Lex Luthor said to himself as he stepped out of his old, vintage, blue Porsche onto the Smallville Luthorcorp factory property. This bald millionaire just stood there looking around at the very rural setting contemplating the reason why he found himself there.

His father had always been fine with him doing the unprofessional thing and clubbing all hours of the night but apparently it was now time for him to work. Though because he knew his dad had a serious lack of trust and faith in him, he just figured it was to keep up good PR (Public Relations) and image. He had always lived in a city environment and never loved the country, but the one thing that brought him through this was his best friend, Alexa, living in this town. At least he had an amazing friend and source of entertainment nearby.

That little girl; he hadn't seen her in a long time. Their schedules had conflicted so much lately. Her parents had dumped so much more responsibilities on her and his father had corralled him more and more. She came for meetings with his father about every other month but he was never really able to run into her. Their last phone call was so short. She has had so much to do and had not been able to peel away. It just took to much time to go in and out of metropolis. He missed her so much. She was practically his little sister. Though she is 6 years younger than him she has always been a constant source of challenge. Alexa could remember anything at the drop of a hat and had read so many things that she knew at least as much as he himself knew, probably more. He could find very few things that he was more of an aficionado on. This and their shared love of the Greek culture had given him reason to start calling her Athena. He had always found it so crazy that a girl so much younger than him could make him feel inferior, but every time he saw her this reigned true.

They had meet when she was about 3 or 4 years old. She was always so too her self and odd. Yet she always seemed like the picture of perfection. She was polite, well mannered, and naturally charming; it had made him wonder why the Danes had never shone her off before. It was then that he found out that they had just recently adopted her. Within weeks of this revelation, Lex started seeing her around a lot more. His mother, Lillian, seemed to became equally obsessed with this little spitfire. So after time of admiring her from afar he now saw her on almost a weekly basis, along with this new schedule of meetings he had learned quite a bit more about the situation surrounding this seemingly perfect little girl. He had learned of the distant relationship between her adoptive parents and her. As close as he got to her he still wondered quite about her past but he stayed where he was. After a few trips with his mother and her, he learned as amazing and perfect this girl was she had a strong stubbornness. If she did not want you to know something, did not want to tell you something, or did not want to do something, she wouldn't. She had become apart of the family. So when Lillian suddenly became very ill, Alexa was around a lot more. She never showed any signs of being upset even when Lillian died, which caused him to think that she lacked a heart.

It was at his mother's funeral that their real friendship began. Lex had been so close to his mother and so annoyed by his father's actions that as soon as the service was over he searched for a place of refuge. A quiet place where could escape from the façade of his "perfect family" and could sit with his thoughts. He soon found a huge tree far from everyone, sat down and began to cry. Suddenly he heard a sound. As he looked up he caught the sight of someone coming seemingly out of nowhere down from the tree. Lex contemplated whether he should stay or go. Finally when he saw that the tree climber was Alexa he just stood there with a look of utter surprise, and confusion. She was dressed in a pretty, pink, princess looking dress. Her hair in perfect high pigtails and her pink, jeweled, heeled shoes laid daintily up against the tree. This perfect image of her again brought him back to the thought that she was sure to tell everyone that she had saw him crying. He opened his mouth to ease explain, but Alexa just looked at him with understanding and said, "I' won't tell." This eased his worries enough for him to start his own interrogation.

"So, you were in a tree because…"

"I hate these things. So I decided to escape."

"These things?"

"Funerals."

"Oh," As Lex said this a thought came into his mind. "Why aren't you going to tell anyone about me crying? You know they would all get a kick out of it and you would be the most popular here." This last bit was said with an extreme bitterness and judgment.

Alexa just looked at him for a moment then continued to check her stockings for tears.

"I did the same thing when my dad died. I put on a brave face during the service, then ran the second it ended and found a place where I was isolated and only; a place where the world didn't matter any more!" After this last thought Alexa glanced up, caught his eye for but a second then her gaze returned to the ground.

This reaction and statement surprised him above all. Here he was sitting next to this 7-year-old girl in a perfect pink dress, and yet when she spoke it was if she was at least 13years old. He found him-self wanting to know more about this girl's past.

"I didn't know. I mean I knew the Danes had adopted you, but I guess I never thought that you had actually lost a parent."

"It's okay I made my peace with it long ago."

"So if you don't mind me asking…"

" Its fine. My mom was gone before I was 2 weeks old and He died in the Smallville Meteor Shower along with both of the parents of my cousin."

"It must have been hard."

"It was at first but then I remembered what my dad had always said to me 'there is no use in dwelling on the past, because our past mistakes and loses, shape us into who are meant to become. And if there is one thing you must never feel sorry about it is who you are!'"

They continued talk for a long time; about Lillian, Alexa's hometown, her father's death, her cousin, mythology, philosophers, and a myriad of other things. They were just in the middle of a discussion on which Greek God was most powerful, when Lex's nanny had found them. She told them that their parents where heading this way and had been looking for them for a while. Alexa quickly slipped on her shoes and tightened her pigtails.

They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. After this meeting, Lex insisted that they keep in touch and meet on a normal basis to talk and such. They soon became so close that Lex had started to call her or refer to her as his sister.

Whenever he had to do something he preferred not to he would always remember that little girl tell him, in shortness terms, to just make the best of what he was given. That thought always got him through, and the fact that that amazing girl was less than 5 minutes away now, made him think that maybe, just maybe that the end of his life, as he knew it, was not here, yet.