Lex Luthor

Lex had heard about this cloud first from island rumor, then asking a few who had experienced it themselves. He had wanted to know all about this latest island phenomenon before he experienced it himself. After all, it was very rare that an island occurrence was voluntary. And if anyone knew the dangers of island phenomenon, it was people who had been around the island for a while, like Lex.

He stood just outside a patch of cloud, just staring into it's depths. He was actually genuinely afraid of what he would see if he walked into the cloud. He'd had the visions of white suits and blood raining from the sky. He'd read the books and seen the movies of being the villain of Clark' story. What if that was his true heart's desire? What if that was all a Luthor could ever hope to want? Hope to be. It's what his father had wanted for him after all...But his father had also taught him that Luthor's were not afraid of anything.

Finally, Lex took a breath and started walking into the fog.

His hands were hanging loosely at his sides as he walked and he was startled when suddenly small hands grasped his left hand. He stopped suddenly and looked down...at the most beautiful little girl he'd ever seen, equal perhaps only to Anatoly's daughter.

The little girl had bright red curls that framed her face and bright blue gray that sparkled with restrained humor. It was a very Luthor look framed in a Sergievsky face. Lex knew without a doubt that this was his daughter, his and Anatoly's. He actually felt tears in the corners of his eyes when he realized that he wasn't going to see world domination, red and blue spandex or some symbol of control and power. This little girl was his heart's desire.

"Daddy, why are you crying?" The little girl asked, tugging on his hand for him to come down to her level. Lex obeyed without a thought, kneeling down so they could look eye to eye and he could see her concern for him. "Is everything okay? Can we still go play?"

"Everything is perfect." Lex said as he regained his composure, his eyes never leaving the sight before him. His right hand came around and touched her cheek. "We can go play right now if you like." The smile that earned him almost caused the tears to return, it was so bright and positive. The girl didn't appear to be jaded and guarded, as a true Luthor child would have been by her age. She looked happy.

"Okay! I have a surprise for you!" She tugged on his hand for her to follow him and Lex stood to do so. They walked out to a beach area where it was clear she'd been playing in the sand already. "Look, I wrote my name!" Scrawled in the sand and decorated with shells and debris were the letters L-E-N-A. Lena. His daughter's name was Lena. "Will you come build a sand castle with me daddy?"

Lex answered the only way he could. "Of course. I would absolutely love too."

When Lex woke up that morning, sprawled out in a bed in the compound, he was at first disoriented. What was he doing here, instead of back in his bed in his hut with Anatoly?

He sat up and looked for his clothes, when all of his memories of the past month crashed down on him. His head fell into his hands as he remembered every insult he'd said and arrogant thing he'd done. What's more, it chilled him to remember that how he'd acted before he'd met Clark. Before he'd a role model on how to act like a normal human being, much less a good one.

The ones the especially hurt were the things he'd said and done to Anatoly. He knew he'd hurt him, every word meant as a weapon. Even not being able to remember, how could he do such a thing? As he sat there on the bed, he contemplated what to do. He wondered if he should even bother going back, as it seemed like no matter what he did, he was destined to hurt the man he loved.

But he remembered a promise he'd made two years ago, about never trying to leave again. So, no matter if he might be thrown out as a result, he steeled him, got dressed, had a cup of a coffee and then made the walk back to the hut he, hopefully, still shared with Anatoly.

Better late then never right?

Lex is going to go back to the car crash in the first ep of Smallville. So, he's going to be a 21 year old, cocky as fuck, playboy, morally gray and bitter as all hell Lex Luthor for a month. I want him to get in as much trouble as possible. Seriously, fighting, drinking, partying, fucking....everything.

Of course, the worst part is Lex is going to break Anatoly's heart again with all of this so anybody who wants to do something about that, I'm more then happy to accommodate!

I need to talk to Sarah but we will probably private thread July 1st and then I have an EP planned for the second week of July after we've figured out more of the logistics with Toly. I'd love to set up some private threads too, either before or after the EP.

As I'm writing this, I'm realizing this would be a good time for the crushed Porsche to show up. I need to e-mail the mods about this but just something to throw out there!

When Lex had been out walking Aeneas earlier, he saw someone moving into one of the nearby beach front huts. He'd waved politely, called Aeneas off when he scampered up to say hello to the man and walked on, putting it completely out of his mind except as something he might mention to Anatoly over dinner.

Now he was at home waiting for Anatoly to return, reading a book he thought he might introduce to his humanities class later on in the semester. He realized he could keep the same curriculum semester after semester but that just made it boring for himself. Might as well make the class interesting for both the teacher and the students.

Lex Luthor-Council Bid

The party for Anatoly's birthday had been planned for that night, as if he'd been expected home. The island had to be behind this, the timing was too perfect and not surprisingly, this thought didn't comfort Lex one bit. There were dignitaries and other important people, anyone who needed to be seen at the celebration for the current country hero, much like the parties he'd had to attend back home so people could be seen with the Luthor heir. It was nothing like the quiet, humble birthday he'd had planned for Anatoly on the island. And at least then, he would have been able to be near the man he loved. Here...he was regulated to watching from a distance.

At least this was better then the small family gathering he'd had to endure before hand. Watching Anatoly with his family and not being allowed to leave the room by the Russian's request had been worse then any torture Lionel had ever devised. Anatoly may not have been the best father or husband but the happiness that radiated off of all of them during that moment of togetherness had just about broken Lex's heart.

So that's what he did, keeping to the walls and watching over Anatoly like the handler he was pretending to be. It was easier to think like a handler then think of anything else, as he was barely keeping it together as it was.

He wondered if Anatoly would even notice if he slipped back to the hotel for the night?

Once he'd gotten Clark settled, Lex wanted nothing more then to go home to the comfort Anatoly would provide once he heard Lex's news. Whenever he thought of Clark's return to the island, he'd prepared himself for another disgruntled teenager or the man who would grow up to be Lex's enemy. This new, mature version was almost more then Lex could handle, even if it was a pleasant surprise.

But, there was someone else Lex owed it to to tell about Clark's return. And that's why he was standing in the doorway of Kon's hut, knocking urgently. "Kon? Kon! Are you there?" He called, uncharacteristically loud. "I need to talk to you."

Totally forgetting what he'd been heading to the Compound for, Lex could only think to return to the hut after assuring Kon that he was fine. Or at least, outwardly he made it look like he was fine so the teenager would leave him alone so he could fall apart in peace. Even knowing it was an island trick, he couldn't get the thought of Clark dead in his grieving mother's arms with his blood on Lex's own hands.

He walked into the hut and didn't even look to see if Anatoly was there or not before sending everything on the dresser and center table to the floor with a sweep of his arms and a frustrated cry. He leaned against the now clear dresser, breathing heavily as he started to shake with fear and frustration from being unable to shake said fear.