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Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:2
Summary: So completely AU, that we might...not...be...on...EARTH! *cue eerie music*

instead of waiting until the asscrack of the early morning, I decided to post this finished bit now. :)

Part Three

The Black Angel's...

The noise on the secured level subsided as the lights came up. Lights meant visitors and visitors meant…anything.

Lucas smiled as the director and he passed the locked doors, watching through the small windows, the differing reactions of the inmates. Most looked hostile, curious, a few looked frightened….

His visit to the lab was two-fold, partly business, partly personal curiosity. He was still mulling over what to do with this whole project--terminate it, give it to Lex, play with it a bit himself. Logic told him to let Lex deal with it all, he was hardly equipped to care about the fates of a bunch of oddballs…but at the moment he had a specific goal in mind. There was something he’d found about an inmate here that had interested him more for what it didn’t say, than what it did. An interesting subject, barely touched on, and when that happened it almost always meant there was something *very* interesting to be uncovered. Lucas grinned. If there was anything he loved, it was a mystery—or more to the point, uncovering and taking what some one tried to hide from him.

He been led, reluctantly to a cell on the lowest level, *the whacko level*, he grinned to himself. The twisted little man in the terribly cut suit, Director Smith, complained quietly that the inmate was dangerous, that the inmate required special handling, and that he couldn’t be held responsible for what happened if Lucas didn’t follow the rules in dealing with this particular person…Lucas tuned him out. He knew bullshit when he heard it, and no one ever had much luck changing his mind once he set on a course of action.

Lucas laughed quietly to himself as the director pointed him down a short dark hall. Paydirt. He had a suspicion of what was going on as soon as he passed the guards here—he recognized that certain look of sick guilt and fear, worry about losing their jobs--or worse. Human nature being what it was, Lucas anticipated a good time…

He walked into the small concrete box of a cell, and whistled. The creature inside crouched next to a cot, the only other thing in the room besides herself and a security camera high in a corner, out of her reach. She stared at him through the ragged fringe of hair hanging in her eyes, tracking his movement. He clicked a little device in his pocket and moved around the cell, keeping his back to the camera and she kept her eyes on him. As he paced, he spoke.

“There are place here that look like apartments. Where there’s a bed, and a bathroom and there are books, movies…there’s a dinning hall…” he laughed, a low slide of sound and she flinched. “There’s a new movie every Friday night, popcorn and soda for everyone…there's a life of sorts and all you have to do is take the medicine. You know, the one that slows you down. Makes you more like normal…just a little bit of it.”

She glared at him, her eyes wide and black. Her lips curled back from her teeth and she shook her head, once, sharp.

“I promise you, it will be better if you take it. For one thing,” he turned and smiled at the doorway, the closed door. “No one will enter your room without clearance from me. No one but me will turn the cameras off. And the tests will be as comfortable as I can make them—as comfortable as for the rest of the brats on the ‘nice’ level. You’ll still have your talent--” Lucas watched her shudder. “So you’ll move slower, you’ll be a little less strong. How can that hurt?”

She scuttled back, pushed herself against the block wall. He head was down and she was shaking it—no, no, no….

“Some day, you’ll have to trust some one. I think you and I are pretty much the same. Why not trust me? And a word of advice.” He crouched down as well, close to her. He trailed a fingertip along the line of her tense jaw, smirked when she jerked back from his touch. “Stop scaring them, and they’ll stop trying to prove how not afraid they are. What do you say?”

She stared at him, hard...did nothing but breathe, Lucas did nothing but watch her and after a bit, she nodded.

“Good.”

He turned to the door and listened to something in his ear, glanced up at the camera in the corner. She followed his line of sight, and snarled. Lucas shook his head, reached into his jacket, took an envelope from a pocket inside. “Here.” He handed her a photo. “Recognize him?”

She nodded and Lucas said, “That’s my big brother. I love my brother. Love him very, very much. Too much to hurt him. But you—I don’t give a shit about. Understand?”

“…the boy.” Her voice was rusty when she answered, creaked from lack of use. “He’s grown.” She frowned in concentration. “I know him young.” She coughed and her voice was clearer when she spoke again, “I copy him younger, I mean.”

Lucas lifted an eyebrow. “Really? Show me…”

“He wanted this,” she smiled, and her smile was off, off. She shifted, and Lex stood in front of him, thin, so thin and frail and young…clear gray eyes shimmering with tears. He lifted thin delicate hands, held them in front of his face, warding off hurt. “Please, Dad. Please don’t--”

Through a fog of red, a roaring in his ears like thunder, Lucas reached out and backhanded her--she tumbled against the cot and dropped to the floor like a broken doll. “Not like that ever again.” He threw the photo at her. “Like that, got it? Only like that.”

The insane smile crawled across her face again. “All right.” She shimmered again. Lex crouched on the floor. “Don’t hit me again, please. I’ll do whatever you say, anything...”

Lucas grabbed her hand and yanked her upright. “No.”

She looked into his eyes, staring so intensely, he felt something claw at his soul…at *something* inside him.

She/Lex smiled—and punched him.

He flew backward, hitting the wall with a slam that rattled every bone in his body. He hit the floor and yelped in pain. Blood filled his mouth where he’d bitten deep into his lip and drooled in a thin rope down his chin. He smiled. “That’s better.” He sprawled where he’d landed on the floor and watched her/him untie the string belt of the scrubs.

Lex grinned. “Come here, baby brother—let’s have fun.”

tbc

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danceswithgary

Oh my goodness, this just took a very scary turn. *eyes very wide* I've never been that fond of Lucas, but what the hell is that psychotic little bastard up to now?

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