Though his father had left Smallville for the familiar comforts of Metropolis the night after he gave Lex his failed ultimatum, Lionel still employed Martha Kent. Consequently she had traveled to the city and back several times in the week that had passed and Lex had not seen her for more than a few minutes in that time. He missed her warm presence in the library. The room felt empty without her or his father, or even the intermittent visits Clark normally paid him. In fact the whole castle felt cavernous, hollow, the echoes of his shoes slapping the floor as he walked his only company.
Without Clark’s friendship, without his father’s grating presence, without Martha’s companionship Lex felt more alone than he could remember since Julian died and his family fell apart. For a time he had deluded himself into believing he could chose his own family and the Kents had been the paragon of family to him. There had been nothing Lex had ever desired from Martha or Clark, or Jonathan for that matter, more than he desired to be adopted into their hearts as one of the family.
Obviously that was never meant to be.
Instead he had managed to snake his way into the bosom of that family only to poison them with some innate Luthor venom he could never hope to control. Clark would never forgive him. Martha’s life had been thrown into upheaval, despite his best intentions, or possibly as a result of them. Nothing would ever be the same.
The sound of clunky high heels on parquet wood floors jarred Lex from his reverie.
“*Lex*,” Martha paused, a deer in headlights look that belonged on an insipid little girl like Lana Lang plastered across her face. “I didn’t think… Your father said you were in Metropolis.”
“No.”
“What are you… Why are you… Why would you stay here after…everything?” The thin silk of her blouse fluttered on her chest, her entire body shaking like a leaf.
“There is nothing for me in Metropolis.” Lex stepped closer to her as he spoke, watching her glassy eyes.
When he stepped into her personal space her arms sprang up and tried to push him away, but his arms were faster. She struggled for a moment in the tight circle of his arms, her hands still pressed into his chest, then gave up. Her forehead landed in the middle of his chest and hot tears soaked his shirt. When she struggled again, he let her go. “There is nothing for you here, either, Lex.”
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Though his father had left Smallville for the familiar comforts of Metropolis the night after he gave Lex his failed ultimatum, Lionel still employed Martha Kent. Consequently she had traveled to the city and back several times in the week that had passed and Lex had not seen her for more than a few minutes in that time. He missed her warm presence in the library. The room felt empty without her or his father, or even the intermittent visits Clark normally paid him. In fact the whole castle felt cavernous, hollow, the echoes of his shoes slapping the floor as he walked his only company.
Without Clark’s friendship, without his father’s grating presence, without Martha’s companionship Lex felt more alone than he could remember since Julian died and his family fell apart. For a time he had deluded himself into believing he could chose his own family and the Kents had been the paragon of family to him. There had been nothing Lex had ever desired from Martha or Clark, or Jonathan for that matter, more than he desired to be adopted into their hearts as one of the family.
Obviously that was never meant to be.
Instead he had managed to snake his way into the bosom of that family only to poison them with some innate Luthor venom he could never hope to control. Clark would never forgive him. Martha’s life had been thrown into upheaval, despite his best intentions, or possibly as a result of them. Nothing would ever be the same.
The sound of clunky high heels on parquet wood floors jarred Lex from his reverie.
“*Lex*,” Martha paused, a deer in headlights look that belonged on an insipid little girl like Lana Lang plastered across her face. “I didn’t think… Your father said you were in Metropolis.”
“No.”
“What are you… Why are you… Why would you stay here after…everything?” The thin silk of her blouse fluttered on her chest, her entire body shaking like a leaf.
“There is nothing for me in Metropolis.” Lex stepped closer to her as he spoke, watching her glassy eyes.
When he stepped into her personal space her arms sprang up and tried to push him away, but his arms were faster. She struggled for a moment in the tight circle of his arms, her hands still pressed into his chest, then gave up. Her forehead landed in the middle of his chest and hot tears soaked his shirt. When she struggled again, he let her go. “There is nothing for you here, either, Lex.”
He whispered, “I miss you,” to the empty room.
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