Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Lex, Alexander
Genres: Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Spoilers: For "Asylum", "Memoria", "Onyx", "Vessel", "Zod", and concepts from "Fracture"
General Summary: Can Lex fight his possession by Zod?
Chapter Summary: Lex learns more about Clark’s Secret.
Date Of Completion: July 6, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 8, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 776
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: I set this story aside for awhile because I wasn’t quite sure about it, but after re-reading it several weeks later and some revising, it’s ready for Prime Time! ;)
Thanks to jen_in_japan and morganichele for their encouragement! :)
All chapters can be found here.
“IT’S A KRYPTONIAN THING”
“What?!” Lex’s stared at Clark. “You have to kneel before Zod?”
Clark nodded, looking unhappy. “It’s a Kryptonian thing.”
“So is that what they call it?”
Clark cocked his head, innocence in his face, just as Lex remembered from their early days together. His chest tightened.
Comprehension dawned in green eyes, then Clark blushed. “Oh, no! It’s an expression of fealty, like a vassal to his liege.” Clark shuddered. “I don’t want Zod’s…I mean, it’s your other half’s body, but Zod is controlling him.”
Lex felt a sudden surge of lust as he looked at Clark’s mouth.
Perfect for performing on his knees.
Yet guilt mixed with the lust and Clark squeezed his hand. “I wouldn’t mind if it was you, Lex.”
Lex felt weak in the knees, forcing himself to stay conscious. What he’d dreamed of was a possibility?
Get ahold of yourself. The ‘real’ Clark will never be on his knees in front of you.
“How do we work this?” Lex asked.
Alexander went to scout for Zlex, assuring the men that he knew his way around, far better than Zod did, and Evil Lex had never caught him yet.
Clark insisted that Lex sit down and save his strength. He was aware that Lex was in agony, pain clouding his eyes.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Lex asked.
Clark’s eyes were said. “I can’t tell you that, Lex. Only he can.” Clark was still holding his hand. “But I think you’ve always known the truth.”
“That you’re an alien?”
“You probably figured that I was meteor-infected, but maybe you suspected it was more than that. The Kawatchie caves held the key.”
“I’m not sure I ever thought you were an alien.”
Clark’s gaze was warm. “Doesn’t matter.” He rested his head against the wall. “I’d guess that he’d been ingrained to keep his Secret. I doubt it would’ve been a good idea to let the whole world know that he was an alien. A lot of people aren’t too comfortable with difference of that nature, not to mention the Government swooping in and taking him away.”
Lex felt a chill go through him at the thought.
“Can you imagine a life as a lab rat? After endless tests, some painful, there’s always dissection.”
Lex’s nausea spiked. “Level Three,” he whispered.
“Level Three! 33.1!” He fought down the bile in his throat. “If Clark ever intended to tell me, my involvement in that project must have seemed like a nightmare come true.”
“Why were you involved in those experiments?”
Lex swallowed. “After the black ship and those two aliens…Kryptonians…attacked me and Lana, and talked of conquest…I felt that humanity was threatened. They mentioned Zod. Invasion. I was sure Earth was in danger.”
“But experimenting on people with powers?”
Lex felt his headache throb. “I never felt right about it, but my dark side won out.” He closed his eyes, afraid to see what might be in Clark’s. Figment of his imagination, heart’s desire, whatever he was, he was Clark. “I was too weak.”
Clark squeezed his hand. “God, Lex, you survived more than I ever could. I…should have tried to be there for you, to understand…”
“I investigated you.”
“I know. And it’s why I left: I was afraid.”
“I can’t blame you.”
“Lex, I won’t apologize for keeping my Secret. Exposure would have put me and my parents at terrible risk, but I could have talked to you instead of storming off. I could have tried to learn whether it was curiosity or a darker motive instead of believing the worst right away.” Clark’s voice sounded very tired. “Friendship works both ways.”
Lex opened his eyes, meeting Clark’s.
In that moment, Lex was certain that the ‘real’ Clark was looking back at him.
Am I crazy?
If he was, he didn’t care.
They stayed quiet, then Lex asked, “Everything’s glowing green? Must be my meteor infection?”
“Could be.” Clark looked uneasy.
Lex looked away. Of course Clark would be uncomfortable with that subject. Meteor freaks generally ended up violent and insane.
“Looks like the foundation’s cracked,” Lex observed wryly.
“Aw, a little duct tape and all will be as good as new.”
“Watching Red Green again?”
“What can I say? I like their fashion sense.”
“Plaid and overalls. Yep, they’re the descendants of Versace all right.”
Clark laughed, the sound sending shivers through Lex, but of the good kind.
The door opened and Alexander slipped in. “Found ‘em!”
“Show time,” said Lex.
Clark helped him stand.
“Lead on, Alexander.”
The boy smiled and led them out the door.