Chapter 20

Lex Luthor walked the halls of his mansion in Smallville towards his office. He had been on a business trip in South America when his wife, Lana, had called him and told him that he needed to come home right away. Lex knew full well that he didn't love her, but she was one of his most prized possessions. She was beautiful, adequate in bed, and for once was something that he had that Clark Kent wanted. Lana also had her moments of deviousness, so when she dropped the code words for power and alien, he boarded his private jet and flew home immediately. He wasn't prepared for what he saw when he walked into his office at the mansion.

Lex opened the doors and saw a blonde man wearing a gray hoodie sitting at his desk. He had a heaping platter of fatty meats in front of him. Lana was sitting on the couch with a bemused smile. A small television was set up on a corner of the desk. Lex was about to say something when the man shushed him by holding up a finger. The man then spoke with a London accent, "Just a moment, we're getting to the best part." Lex walked behind the desk and saw the man was watching Teletubbies. Lex looked over at Lana who shrugged her shoulders. Lex jumped back quickly when the man suddenly reached over to the plate and devoured the food in an instant. "Aaahhh, meat," he sighed. The giant baby giggled on the show and the man turned off the TV.

The blonde man spun around in Lex's chair a few times and then stood up. He locked eyes with Lex and Lex felt a simultaneous cold chill and feeling of kinship wash through him. "Well…Lex Luthor, I finally get around to meeting you. You know I always felt like you were the son that I never bothered to have," he said. "Out of all the silly apes on this dirtball, you have the most potential. I was always interested in your career, seeing as it seemed to mimic my own at times," the man said.

Not wanting to be left out of the conversation, Lana chimed in, "Dear, do you remember the man I called you about earlier this week? The one I thought might have information on Clark's biological father? Mr. Saxon has agreed to provide us information on him as well as information on an alien threat to you in particular. He said he would only discuss it with you in person. He did tell me his information was reliable since he himself is an alien." Lana gave Lex an odd smile that told him she knew something he didn't and that irked him.

Lex studied the man's face and recognition dawned on him. He had donated a generous sum to this man's campaign fund. "Pardon me for being a bit skeptical, Mr. Saxon, but the last I heard you were human. Aliens have such a hard time getting elected to heads of state," Lex probed.

Lana looked at Lex in confusion. "Wait a minute. You're telling me that Mr. Seattle grunge wear over there is the Harold Saxon, the Prime Minister of Great Britain that disappeared a week after taking office. I thought he was dead," Lana said in astonishment.

"So did I actually," Lex admitted. He was usually very good at keeping tabs on those who pretended to be dead versus those who really were.

"I was," Saxon said. "My kind can cheat death and come back from the grave over and over again. There was an itsy bitsy problem on this last come back and I'm stuck in this…form. As to me being a slightly less furry ape like yourself…" Saxon super-sped across the room to sit on the piano. The flesh on his skull became translucent and his bones glowed a cobalt blue. His face returned back to normal almost instantly. "I really don't think there's much of a question there do you?"

Lex glanced at the specialized Geiger counter he had installed under his desk. It registered no meteor rock radiation. "No, Mr. Saxon. I think you have demonstrated quite well that you are not from this planet. You mentioned an alien threat. One that is directed at me," Lex said.

Saxon slid off the piano. "Oh yes. I believe we can come to a very agreeable arrangement. You see, you help me recapture Jack Harkness and I'll help you defeat …Superman," Saxon said with gusto complete with jazz hands. He paused for dramatic affect and watched the blank looks on the Luthors' faces.

"Who?" Lana asked.

"Cute, Mrs. Luthor," Saxon replied sarcastically.

"Why would I need help defeating Nietzsche's ideal?" Lex asked him.

"Huh?" Saxon said in disbelief. He looked for any sign that they were joking. Seeing that they were serious, he tried to jog their memory. "Big guy - zooms around in the sky, wears blue tights and a cape…foils a lot of your big projects," Saxon said helpfully.

"I think I would remember a large, flying transvestite that likes to bother me," Lex said in irritation.

"By the Vortex, what kind of timeline am I stuck in? O..K..Let's try this. He wears a big letter 'S' inside a pentagon on his chest," Saxon tried.

"You mean 'the Blur'?" Lana asked. "He used to wear red and blue, but now he wears mostly black. People have described him wearing a symbol like the one you described."

"The Blur?" Saxon asked incredulously. "The Blur? What kind of lame ass name is that for your adversary, Lex? That would be like me calling my foe 'Sigma' or something equally…dull," Saxon complained. "Trust me. The history books will sound a lot better when they mention the glorious battles between Lex Luthor and Superman rather than Lex Luthor and the Blur." Saxon slurred the last word like he was spitting out something distasteful.

"Whatever we want to call this individual, I take it he is the alien you warned me about?" Lex asked. Saxon nodded his head. "He has been a thorn in my side," Lex admitted. "What exactly do you want to trade in exchange for stopping him?"

"The man you have seen with your friend Clark Kent is an old…associate of mine. He is something of an anomaly and I want to see what makes him tick. I once had him locked up for an entire year. During that year I found out some very interesting thing about him, but I have still so much to learn," Saxon said wistfully. "A person could spend lifetimes studying him. Too bad for him that most of that research involved coming up with unique and extremely painful forms of torture. We even had special names for the days we set aside to work on Jack," Saxon said, a smile of fond remembrance on his face.

Lana had been getting turned on by Saxon's talk of torture. "Lex is getting lucky tonight," she thought, "Maybe a little bruised, but still getting lucky." When she heard him mention the special names for the days, she had to ask. "What did you call them?" she asked in a low throaty voice.

"I'm sorry, what?" Saxon asked.

"What did you call the days you set aside to torture this Jack Harkness?" Lana asked breathlessly.

"Oh, Tuesdays and Thursdays," he replied absently his mind all ready on other things. "Now the key to defeating both Harkness and Superman lies in their inherit weakness. Their idiotic decisions to form strong emotional attractions to people, especially sexual partners. I was shocked to find out that once Captain 'I'll stick my willy in anything that moves so you better stand still if you know what's good for you' commits to a relationship, he falls madly in love with them," Saxon spit out. "As for Superman, his love for his mate has been written about for centuries and is known throughout this Galaxy. All we have to do is capture Jack's current fling and Lois Lane and they will both surrender to us willingly," Saxon said with a smile.

Lana turned pale and felt like she was going to be sick. Lex questioned Saxon, "Why Lois?"

Saxon calmly walked behind Lex and then smacked him upside the back of his bald head. "It's Clark Kent, stupid!" Saxon said like a stern school master.

Lana was scared that her husband was going to strike out at the alien who she knew was faster and stronger. She also knew he was better in bed. Instead of striking out, Lex began to laugh. "Finally! Finally confirmation!" Lex said happily. He put his arm around Saxon's shoulders and walked him over to the bar. "All of my resources are at your disposal, Mr. Saxon, and I insist you stay here as a guest at my mansion. We should begin planning at once."

Lana turned towards the fire. She knew Lex had missed a key point in what Saxon had said. He had spoken as if he had known what the history books that had yet to be written had to say. Her gut told her Saxon was more than just from out of town. He was from out of time. Lana watched the fire and her anger grew. Saxon had said that whole Galaxy knew of Clark's love for a woman and it wasn't her. "How can that be? Clark's heart belongs to me!" she thought. Telling her that the whole Galaxy celebrated the love story of Lois and Clark was like telling a preschooler that not only was Santa not bringing them any presents because he didn't like them, he was also out back butchering their puppy. "It's that damned Harkness' fault! I don't care what Saxon or Lex wants. Harkness is a dead man and Clark will be mine again," she vowed.