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Obsession 2/?

ObsessionGenre: Sequel, drama
Characters: Lois, Clark, Chloe, Bart, Lex, Oliver, Justice League, Batman
Fandoms: Smallville, Batman Begins, Dark Knight
Spoilers: Season Seven - From Episodes Traveller and On
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the producers of Smallville and the writers of DC Comics etc, etc, etc
Feedback: Please, or evil Lex will be knocking on my door

Summary: A sequel to On Impulse where Lex has somehow managed to dodge the criminal conviction and now has his sights set on not only Chloe, who has some amazing new abilities, but also Clark.

The prequel is hiding behind here trembling at Lex's evil power.

The prologue is here, covering its ears because Chloe's on the rampage.

Chapter One

“So, the prodigal son returns.” Lionel sneered at his son as Lex entered the office on the topmost floor of Luthorcorp Plaza. The entire building was almost like a ghost town. Many of their employees had been laid off in the massive restructuring. Lionel had had to make several drastic changes in the wake of the indictment against Lex.

Lex said nothing, just glared at his father. To respond would only show weakness and if there was one thing Lex was not, it was weak.

“You’ve got thirty seconds to get out,” he hissed at his father. “You betrayed me to Oliver and that band of freaks.”

“Au contraire, my son. I was saving you, from yourself.”

“You told them where to find me. If it hadn’t been for you I would have learned Clark Kent’s secrets. All of them.”

“And you almost ruined us with your foolishness, Lex.”

Lex put his hands in his pockets, looking for all the world as if he was just engaging in a casual chat. But Lionel wasn’t swayed by it. Lex’s body language showed he was barely controlling his fury.

“You know, Churchill once said that in war, as in life, it is often necessary when some cherished scheme has failed, to take up the best alternative open, and if so, it is folly not to work for it with all your might.”

“What is this, Lex? I fail to see the relevance of some obscure quote ...”

“I had some time to think, while I was incarcerated. And let’s just say certain ... information came to light. About the Traveller.”

Lionel snorted. “The Traveller? Obviously your time in that prison has messed with your head Lex.”

“Not really. I had a visitor. Patricia Swann. She and I had an interesting conversation. About Veritas.”

“Veritas? It’s Latin, meaning honesty and truthfulness.”

Lex sent his father a withering stare.

“Interesting, isn’t it, that you and Dr Swann are part of a society in which its very name denotes honesty, yet it’s about the one person who is the biggest liar of all of us.”

“To whom are you referring?”

“I’m talking about Clark Kent,” Lex shouted. “I know what he is. A freak. An abomination.”

“And what are you?” Lionel shot back. “I should have left you in that cornfield to die that day. I went out to that town looking for the Traveller, instead I was lumbered with a bald-headed weakling for a son.”

“And what had you planned to do with the Traveller once you found him?”

Lionel’s eyes showed a malicious gleam. “I would have taken him for my own. He would have been my key to power.”

“And what would I have been?”

“You? You would have been a forgotten memory.”

“And that’s the crux of the matter, isn’t it, Dad? I would have been no use to you. Discarded, thrown out like yesterday’s trash.” He strode over to the older man, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him against the wall. “I want the key old man. I know you have it.”

Lionel stared at his son. Prison had not tempered him. Instead it had unleashed the dark demons that had been lingering within the soul of the young man he had raised.

“What key?” he said, trying to free himself from the strong grip of the younger man. But it was already too late for denial. He had a feeling that Lex knew everything about Veritas. Knew all about the plan to protect the alien who had fallen to Earth. He hadn’t known then, when he had become involved with Virgil Swann, Robert Queen and Edward Teague, that the alien would be none other than Clark Kent. That the key to power would be in a young child no more than two years old.

Lex let him go, turning his back on his father and striding into the middle of the room.

“Ever since Detroit I’ve been having flashes. Memories. Things I’d repressed, blocked out, right from the first meteor shower.”

Lionel listened with trepidation as Lex began to relate the flashback, of how he had been playing hide and seek with Patty, Jason and Oliver. Hiding in a cupboard, he had overheard the conversation between his father and the rest of the Veritas group.

Robert Queen was talking to the others while they were waiting for Virgil.

“Veritas is the greatest secret the world will ever know. We formed this group to use our wealth and power to protect that secret, not expose it.”

Lionel guffawed.

“Is that Robert Queen talking or is that Virgil Swann? You’re sounding more and more like him every day.” He scoffed. “Yes, Dr Swann made the discovery alone, but that does not give him the right to keep it to himself.”

Robert held out his hand for the envelope Lionel was holding. “Give me the envelope please. We promised that we would meet the Traveller before we decided to pursue a way to control him.”

Lionel scoffed again. “Don’t talk to me about promises. You’ve been working in secret with Dr Swann, haven’t you? And you, Edward. You and Genevieve gallivanting around the world. You’ve been searching for those magical stones.”

“Lionel,” Robert protested. “This is bigger than the Queens or the Teagues, or the Luthors. Long before our families united, men died protecting the secret of Veritas. If Edward’s ancestors are right, they’ve been sacrificing themselves to protect it for centuries”

“If Dr Swann’s prediction is correct, the Traveller is coming now. We can’t wait. That envelope and the secret inside it will give us ultimate power. You’re afraid.”

Lex didn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Except for the one thing that he did hear. The secret was locked inside a box in Zurich.

Lionel stared at his son now.

“Lex, do you hear yourself? You’re going after some mythical Traveller? There was no Traveller, don’t you see that?”

“Then what was so important, so secretive that it had to be locked up in a box in Zurich? You yourself said it. It’s the key to ultimate power. It’s the only way to destroy him.”

Lionel shook his head and sighed.

“Destroy who? Clark? He was your friend once. Don’t do this, Lex. I know how strong it is, the attraction of that dark power inside you. But it will destroy you. I can’t let you go down that path. I can’t let you destroy young Clark. If you open this particular Pandora’s box then there is no telling what you will unleash.”

“I am not Pandora. And I am not the one who is a threat to mankind.”

“If you think that threat is young Clark, then you are more deluded than I thought you were.”

Lex grabbed his father once again and hissed at him.

“Deluded, am I? And who was it who decided Clark would be the key to power? Who murdered Robert and Laura Queen. And Virgil Swann?”

“I am not responsible for their deaths. Robert and Laura Queen were killed in a tragic plane crash and Dr Swann’s death was natural causes – a result of the condition he had suffered from for over twenty years. Lex, son, I was misguided when I believed that we could use the power for ourselves. I know better now. Don’t you see, if you could ...”

“No, I’m through listening to your sanctimonious lectures. All my life you have bullied me, made me feel less than worthy to carry the Luthor name. I refuse to let you browbeat me anymore. Now give me that fucking key.”

Lionel stared, wide-eyed, as he watched Lex pull a gun out, jamming it against his jaw.

“I don’t have it,” Lionel said in a loud whisper. But his own fear betrayed him, firstly by the throbbing vein at his temple, then the bead of sweat rolling down his face. He swallowed, realising he was looking into the eyes of a madman. Lex had gone completely mad.

Lex’s eagle eyes had spotted what he sought. A chain on Lionel’s neck. Grabbing it, he pulled harshly, not caring at the mark he left on his father’s skin. The key. He’d known Lionel had to have it somewhere safe. It was typical of the man’s ego.

With a hard push, Lionel went through the plate glass window. Lex stood there, watching as the old man fell to his death, sixty storeys below, his lip curled in satisfaction. He never saw the expression of peace on the old man’s face.


Clark was finishing up a story with Lois when they heard the commotion. He had begun working at the Daily Planet a couple of months ago, signing on as an intern. He hadn’t wanted to, at first, knowing that Lex still technically owned the paper. But it was the only way, he thought, to keep an eye on the situation. And to make sure that Lois was safe. Especially with Lex free again.

“Hey, someone’s just jumped out of a window at Luthorcorp.”

Clark looked at Lois, stunned. Her expression was almost like that of a goldfish. It would have been funny if the situation hadn’t been so serious. Grabbing her hand, they both ran out of the building and down to the street. Police were everywhere, trying to keep the rubber-neckers back. Lois quickly went into reporter mode.

“Lois Lane, Daily Planet,” she said to one of the police officers there. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Sorry miss, we’re a little tied up right now. Old man Luthor just took a swan dive out of his office window.”

Lois looked at Clark.

“Oh my god,” she mouthed.

Clark nodded, staring through the crowd. He spotted Lex standing on the steps of the building, looking devastated. He chanced to glance up, seeming to sense Clark watching him. Clark turned cold at the expression of sheer malice on Lex’s face.

He didn’t know how he knew it, but he thought Lex had just murdered his father.


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Aug. 14th, 2010 07:57 pm (UTC)
AWESOME Lionel and Lex chapter!
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