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The Return of Lex Luthor 21/?

Author: Phoenixnz
Title: The Return of Lex Luthor
Genre: Drama

Characters: Clark, Lois, Lex, OC, Perry White, Justice League
Pairings: Clois, Lex/OC
Rating: Mostly PG but some chapters R
Disclaimer: The characters of Smallville and the DC comic universe belong to the producers, writers etc. The original character is mine but is not, I repeat, not a real person, although they are drawn from real life for the sake of realism. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidence.

Summary: Lex Luthor returns with a few surprises. And he seems to be a changed man. Can Clark trust him? Should he?

It all started here

Go back a step


Chapter Twenty-One

“Lois, I know this is going to be hard for you to hear. God knows, it’s hard for me to say. And I really don’t want you to hate me. I mean, we’ve been going out for a while now. A few weeks, and I think you know me better than anyone. And you’ll probably be mad at me for a little while, but I’m hoping that you’ll understand why I had to ... The thing is,” he took a deep breath. “I’m Superman.”

Clark waited, then stared at himself in the mirror.

“Oh, you idiot. You can’t just blurt it out like that. What the hell is she going to think?”

He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Lois, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.”

Oh no, that would never work. She would think he was proposing, and while he knew he loved her, and she loved him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to get into that just yet. Then again, he’d proposed to Lana once. But then he’d turned back time and the proposal had never happened and why, oh god why was he thinking about the girl he’d thought was the love of his life and only turned out to be a crush after all.

He squared his shoulders and began again, continuing the rehearsal in the mirror, glad that he was in his own apartment and that no one could hear him. Unless they could. Unless someone had bugged his apartment, and oh god, that was a horrible thought. Not to mention embarrassing.

He quickly and self-consciously began to scan the tiny living area of his apartment. Okay. No bugs. Good.

Clark turned back to the mirror.

“Lois, I’m not like any other man. “ Boy, was that an understatement. “And I’ll understand if you ... Nooo,” he moaned. Try again. “Umm, Lois, I’m different. I mean, I know you think I’m a geek, although I never really considered myself a geek, but that’s not what I mean ... and you are so screwing this up big time, Kent.”

Deep breath. Let it out. And don’t freeze the mirror while you’re at it. Okay.

“Lois, I really care about you. I mean, I love you. But I guess you know that. And I know we’ve been playing it kind of cool for a while, but I would like things to go further. I know you’ve been feeling the same things. But the thing is, there’s some things you need to know about me. Some things I’ve kept from you. I’m sorry about that. I never wanted to lie to you about who I am, but I had it pointed out to me that sometimes the people you love don’t need to be protected. That sometimes it’s better that they can make their own decision about that. And I think that’s how it sort of happened here. With us. I think you’ve figured out most of it anyway. And I’m glad because it makes it easier, and I hope you’ll be able to forgive me once you know that my reasons for not telling you were good ones, at least in my head. Lois, I’m Sup...”


Clark turned to the door, quickly x-raying it, then went to open it.

“Lois? I thought you weren’t going to be here for another half hour.”

“Yeah, well, my marathon shower turned out to be a half-marathon. No hot water.”

“Want me to take a look at it?”

“No, that’s okay. My building manager’s sorted it out. So, ready to go to breakfast?”

“Sure. Just let me grab my jacket.”

Clark went into the bedroom while Lois leaned casually against the doorway.

“So who were you talking to? I thought I heard you talking to someone. I mean, I didn’t hear what you said, but I did hear muffled voices.”

“Um, no, I uh, was just ... rehearsing something.”

“Rehearsing?” Lois frowned. “For what?”

“Oh, a speech I have to do. You know, at a thing that Lex is involved in.” Well, it wasn’t totally a lie. Lex was always involved in something. And Clark was rehearsing a speech. It just wasn’t something any of Metropolis’ most likely to would be interested in hearing. Except for the last part maybe.

“Oh. Well, let’s go Smallville. I’m starving.”

They went to breakfast at a local cafe which served the best flapjacks in the city. Or so they’d heard from the Daily Planet’s food critic. And he was a sour kind of man who tended to find fault with everything. So it was high praise indeed.

As they ordered, Clark put a hand on hers and smiled.

“I’m glad we got to do this, Lois.”

“I have to admit Smallville. You’ve kind of surprised me the last few weeks. Ever since Julia’s ... I mean, your party.”

“That was Jules’ idea, not mine, to make it about my birthday.” Although Julia had confessed that it was Lex’s idea really and she’d been happy to go along with it.

“Well, I’m glad that it happened. Although I have to wonder if a certain little elf had something to do with it. Maybe gave you a push in the right direction.”

“Jules is not a little elf,” Clark protested on his friend’s behalf.

Lois chuckled. “Just pushing your buttons Smallville. But she is little, you have to admit that.”

“She’s five four, Lois.” But Clark was chuckling as well, imagining Julia with little pointed ears and wearing a little green outfit.

The flapjacks were delivered to their table. Lois grabbed the first one, grinning at him as if to say ‘I dare you’. As soon as she’d poured a generous helping of maple syrup on her flapjack he grabbed his fork and took a bit, popping it into his mouth before she could protest.

“Smallville,” she said, sounding annoyed. But her expression was a smirk.

“Mm, delicious,” he said. “Almost as good as the ones Dad used to make.”

“Your Dad? I thought your Mom used to do the cooking?”

“Sometimes my Dad would let my Mom sleep in a bit and he’d make flapjacks. My mom loved them.”

Lois sighed happily. “Do you think we’ll ever be like that someday Smallville? I mean, your parents were always so romantic.”

Clark cocked an eyebrow. Lois? Last of the army brats? Talking about romance? Then she seemed to realise what she’d said and quickly added a disclaimer.

“I mean, not the romance thing, but, uh ...”

“I know what you meant,” Clark said, although he wasn’t sure that he did. He realised that now was the time for him to talk to her about what he’d been rehearsing.

“Lois, there’s something I ...” Okay, so it wasn’t quite how he’d rehearsed it. But sometimes ad-lib was the best way to go.

“More coffee?” the waitress said, returning to their table.

“No, we’re good, thanks,” Lois said. She turned back to Clark, ignoring the woman, who was only a year or two older than her and very attractive, with dark blonde hair and slim figure. And she was clearly checking Clark out. Lois looked at the name tag. “Uh, Jools?” she said. “I said we’re good here.”

“Oh.” Jools smiled. “Well, you know if you need anything else,” she added, with a look at Clark that clearly showed her interest, “just give me a holler.”

The waitress turned away with her coffee pot. Lois turned back to Clark.

“What were we talking about?” The waitress had reminded her of a long conversation she’d had with Julia about a week after the party. “Oh yeah. Have you noticed some tension between the two Luthors lately?”

Clark’s expression clearly showed he had noticed the tension. Lois reasoned that maybe he hadn’t talked about it because he thought it was Julia’s business. But they were all friends. Well, except for her and Lex. Lois didn’t like Lex and she’d made that quite clear on several occasions.

“So what do you think happened?” Lois prodded for the information. “Julia mentioned something about Lex not being happy about Oliver inviting some people to the party. I mean, I was happy to see AC. He’s a nice guy. A little weird, but nice.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure why he was so upset.”

Clark did know but he couldn’t spill those secrets. Even if he was planning on telling Lois the truth about himself, the others’ secrets were not his to tell. And the three of them would sooner cut off a limb than betray him by telling anyone else his own secrets.

“Julia said something else,” Lois continued. “She implied that she’d heard something about Lex that’s got her a little worried.”

“Like what?”

Lois shrugged. “I don’t know. But she seemed kind of upset. And her and Lex have been fighting a lot lately.”

That was nothing new. Julia had mentioned that she and Lex had been fighting quite a bit since he’d come back to Metropolis. As if he was a different person before then. Now, she’d told Clark, Lex had buried himself in work. And so much for having a baby, she’d told him. Clark had worried about that. Bringing a baby into that kind of environment didn’t bode well.

They moved on to other things. Lois began talking about the investigation they’d been working on. Trying to uncover the newest crime boss in Metropolis. They’d pretty much exhausted all their sources and all they’d managed to dig up was the person who controlled all the crime in Metropolis, aka Giovanni Corelli, was not the one pulling the strings. There was someone higher up.

“My money’s still on Lex,” Lois said.

Clark sighed. “Ah, Lois, honey, I think we said no shop talk. Not now.”

Lois looked at him. “Honey?”

“Umm, is that okay?”

She thought about that for a moment. “I guess. I just never thought of myself as having a pet name attached.”

“Well, you call me Smallville. What else do I call you? Metropolis?”

“Oh god no,” she snorted.

Clark’s face took on an evil grin as he remembered a certain incident in a strip club.

“How about ‘Amber’,” he said, chuckling as she blanched.

“If you tell anyone about that,” Lois growled, her voice low. “then I will out you. Or are you forgetting the little matter of an Elmer Fudd night light.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Lois had that stubborn expression that had Clark remembering it was never a good idea to dare a Lane. Especially this particular Lane. There was a long moment of staring between the two of them. Clark narrowed his eyes at her. She narrowed her eyes back at him. It was almost like two gunmen facing each other down in a dusty street in a Western.

“All right, fine, I give,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll stick to Honey. Okay?”

Lois looked at him askance. “Oh, well, if you have to,” she sighed.

“Well, they do say you catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” Clark quoted. Lois stared at him open-mouthed for a moment. As if she was catching flies. Then she grabbed the almost empty pitcher of maple syrup and held it over his head.

“I swear, Clark Jerome Kent.”

“Ooh, I know I’m in trouble when you use my full name.”

“You are not as charming as you think you are, Smallville,” she said with a little grumble. But she put the pitcher back on the table.

Clark just turned on the full mega-watt smile.

“Yes I am.”

Lois growled. Clark decided it was time to get out of there before Lois really did pour maple syrup over him. Taking her hand, he suggested going for a walk. Since it was a Sunday and they had the day off, they could spend as much time together as they wanted and he wanted to make the most of it.

He decided to lead her toward the park. He’d thought about his apartment, but it just didn’t seem the right setting for what he was about to tell her. And in the park, while there was still a chance he could be overheard, he could at least watch carefully for anyone getting too close.

Clark sat her on a stone wall near the fountain.

“Lois, I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a long time. And I really need to get this said, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything until I’ve said it, okay?”

Lois frowned, but she nodded. She looked at him expectantly, her long hair blowing softly in the breeze.

“Lois, I love you.” Anticipating her next thought, he quickly added that it wasn’t a proposal. “But I haven’t been completely honest with you. About who I am. The thing is, I’m ... “

His cellphone ringing interrupted his speech. Clark looked at it, annoyed. The caller display said ‘undisclosed’. Who would be calling him? On a Sunday. With a quick apologetic look at Lois, he pressed the button to pick up the call.

“Clark Kent?”

“Hello Kal. Or should I say, Superman?”


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 24th, 2010 09:54 am (UTC)
Totally AWESOME new chapter honey!

I got a hunch the person calling Clark/Superman is Lex...
Apr. 24th, 2010 10:33 am (UTC)
Nope, sorry, but you get the consolation prize for trying. LOL. Sorry hon, you are wrong on that score. He isn't the caller, but you never know what's around the corner.
Apr. 24th, 2010 01:01 pm (UTC)
OHHHH You are posting and I'm away! Not fair....lol

I am going to try and catch up with my reading today. I THINK it's a down day. I don't know why they call them vacations you do more not less. lol

Feedback to come soon. Miss you

Apr. 25th, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)
oh my god who is on the daRN PHONE!!!
Apr. 25th, 2010 03:38 am (UTC)
Read the next chapter I just posted and you'll get a hint.
Apr. 27th, 2010 02:33 pm (UTC)
Squeeee! Great chapter - love Clark's rehearsals for the big speech. And then just as he's about to give it, OMG! Can't wait to read the next chapter.
Apr. 27th, 2010 05:07 pm (UTC)
Clark's rehearsals are funny and just the kind of thing he would do.
Yep, trouble brewing.
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