a/n: Oh man, I am so sorry about taking so long to update but I had to reboot my computer, it was so slow. Talk about the number of updates for the computer. Sheesh, So in responds to my long absents, here is 2 more Chapters and this first one is longer. lol Also thought that I should mention that this story has no time line and that it is not in order. Some chapters will be from the past and some will be from the present and even the future.

fruitbat00: Don't worry, I don't think that I could even write a death scene without crying all over myself, but if I do there will be plenty of warning. Also thank you for reviewing. It makes me glad to know that someone is reading and then taking the time to review this story.

Chapter 2

Lex's POV (Past)

Pulling up to the Kent farm, Lex cut the engine of his car and stepped out of the vehicle, looking around for signs of life. That's strange, usually Mr. and Mrs. Kent are around or at the very least there was signs of them but today there was nothing. Walking up the steps, Lex pulled his driving gloves off , putting them in his coat pocket and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of silence he called out, hoping for an answer.

"Hello, Is anyone home?"

Waiting for a few minutes and hearing no answer he started to turn but caught a glimpse of a red school bag out the corner of his eye. Now knowing that Clark was home, he began to wonder if Clark was out in the field doing his daily chores. It was a reasonable thought for no one answering his question.

Is he out there somewhere or could he be in the loft? Was something wrong, did something happen?

Starting to feel concerned and worried, Lex began to speed walk to the loft, hoping that Clark would be there. Walking past the doors, he made sure not to bump into the equipment scattered around on the floor.

Heading to the stair's he began the trip upstairs. Hearing nothing his steps quickened and he called out, his voice echoed eerily.

"Clark, are you here? I knocked on the house door but no one answered... is everything okay...Clark?"

Finally reaching the top he spotted Clark and his concern and worry, that had built, disappeared completely. Thinking to himself, he shook his head with a slight smile, No wonder he didn't answer me.

For what did he see but Clark, sleeping heavily on the couch with a school book laying opened on his chest. He looks so peaceful and beautiful, the thought ran through his mind unbidden. He scolded himself, Damn it Lex, you need to stop thinking about your best friend like that, and not only that but you need to remember that he is only seventeen!

Snapping out of his thoughts Lex walked closer, reaching down he lightly trailed his fingers down Clark's cheek. Knowing that he needed to stop before Clark woke up and asked him what the hell he was doing, he pulled back his wayward hand and grabbed the book, shutting it gently and set on the side table. Straightening up, he looked for the throw blanket and finding it draped across the back of the couch, he drew it up and over Clark, covering him.

I'll let you sleep Clark, you look tired. Sleep well.

With a smile on his face, feeling quite happy that he got to see Clark so unguarded and at ease, Lex turned and left the loft. Heading to his car, he knew that he could always wait until tomorrow until he could talk to Clark.