Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Lex, Alexander, Zlex! ;)
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, Alexander, and Clark confront Zlex.
Date Of Completion: July 9, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 13, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 903
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.
“KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!”
The darkness was growing more oppressive. Lex had fought it all his life.
It ran down the walls, coating them in despair as hopelessness curled up the broken floor tiles, the stench of evil crisping the air as the trio moved through the corridors, struggling against the stifling miasma.
Lex wondered how much was Zod and how much was his other half.
Finally they reached their destination, Lex feeling like he was wading through molasses. How could he pull this off if he could barely move?
Clark pressed the crystal to his chest, energy flowing through him like a jolt of pure goodness, strengthening him for what he had to do.
“Good luck,” Clark whispered, pulling Lex into a hug, which the older man returned.
Clark hugged Alexander next, the child beaming at him.
Slipping out of Clark’s embrace, Lex headed for the room at the end of the hall, Alexander at his side.
At the entrance, the two of them exchanged a look of understanding.
The room was Lionel’s study, filled with dark walnut furniture and wine-red velvet drapes that were voluminous, capable of blotting out the sun if there had been any sun.
The walls were lined with bookshelves, an antique globe set on a stand in the corner, the desk filled with curios and papers. Not his father’s usual modern trappings, the study was supposed to evoke an air of Victorian solidity, of a lineage that stretched back generations.
The irony was that the Luthor name wasn’t nearly as long in the wealthy family tree as a Wayne or Queen. In fact, Lionel came from poverty and had started his fortune with the insurance money paid to him after his parents’ deaths in a fire.
A fire he’d set.
Lex had spent many an unhappy hour here.
His other self turned, a smile curving his lips. “Ah, my better half. And our younger self. About time you showed up.”
It was pure Evil Lex glinting at him, and he hoped that he could keep upright.
I have to keep a clear head.
Especially since he could see the glint of Zod’s eyes now.
The Kryptonian would be dominant but Lex knew that he had to be careful not to discount his other half.
“So, why did you finally show yourselves?” asked Evil Lex.
“I want to know how long you’ll be renting out my body.”
His other half smirked. “Who says it’s only a rental?”
“What, Zod isn’t going to let us go?”
“Why would we want to go anywhere?” His other half took a step forward. “We can have absolute power, Lex!” Gray-blue eyes glowed. “It’s what we’ve always wanted!”
“It’s what you’ve always wanted. Or our father.”
“Really? You’ve never wanted power?” The other Lex leaned against the fireplace, crossing his arms. Lex noticed the reflection in the mirror over the mantel was Zod again. Just from the back, but still impressive.
He lightly squeezed Alexander’s hand. It was a good thing that the boy could shield his thoughts. Clark called it the ‘purity factor’. Whatever it was, his other half wouldn’t know what he was thinking.
“You’re a fool, brother. Do you think that Zod will keep your around? Oh, he’ll keep your body, all right, but he’ll push your mind away so far you’ll never see the light of day again.”
Other Lex shrugged. “Good try, brother.” A feral gleam lit his eyes. “You’re hiding something.” Lex felt his headache flare as his other half probed. “Are you planning to save the world all by yourself, or…” His eyes narrowed. “Show yourself, Kal-El!”
Lex’s heart lurched but he remained outwardly calm. Alexander squeezed his hand.
Clark came into view, looking so beautiful that he almost broke Lex’s heart.
He frowned as he saw the avid lust on his other half’s face.
Was it Lex or Zod so eager?
Clark was calm, in no need of Alexander’s shield. He approached as a smug, arrogant voice rang out, “Kneel to Zod!”
“You’re very certain of yourself, General. Why should I kneel to you or any man?”
“Of course you would not kneel to any human, Kal-El.”
“Why would I kneel to any Kryptonian, either?”
Zod shook his head in mock sadness. “You have spent too much time among these people, Kal-El.” The pseudo-light tone hardened. “You should curb your tongue before you lose it.”
Lex shivered inwardly. Zod was not to be trifled with.
Be careful, Clark.
Zod waited for Clark to approach him.
“You should return from where you came, Zod.”
“You mean to the Phantom Zone? Where your father put me?”
“He must have had a good reason.”
Zod looked thunderous. “You are your father’s son. Presumptuous, arrogant…”
“Am I? I’m sorry that I’m such an ungracious host.”
The green glow from the walls grew brighter as Lex’s headache grew to blinding proportions. His other half was silent. Zod must be really turning the screws.
The possession was driving them both to darkness.
“These people are weak, Kal-El. They are tearing themselves apart after their computers shut down, their cities thrown into chaos while they commit violence upon each other.”
“I know,” Clark said softly.
Suddenly he staggered. Lex’s instinct was to step forward, but he stayed still.
Clark went to his knees before Zod.
And that was when Lex looked at Clark, kneeling submissively, and the world went white…