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Lex Luthor ([personal profile] capable_of) wrote2010-01-27 10:30 pm
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Before going into the hut to break the horrible news to Anatoly, Lex paused to lean against the outer wall of the hut to collect himself. This week had been trying enough hiding the headaches and insomnia from Anatoly. And now, the worst possible thing had happened in that the last person he ever wanted to see again had just arrived on the island. Of all the times he needed his wits, why were they suddenly failing him?

He'd spent a good hour getting his father settled in the Compound. He knew his father didn't believe him and was treating him like he was going to break. The one time Lionel had caught him rubbing a particularly bad ache in his neck, Lex swore his father almost looked concerned. That would have been first, at least as far as Lex could remember. And was enough to seriously creep him out.

Finally Lex took a deep breath and went inside, straight to the scotch bottle. There was at least one upside to the this week, as if the island had anticipated his need. He poured a large cup of scotch, drained it, winced slightly at the burn and then began refilling it again as he said, "My father is here."

[identity profile] capable-of.livejournal.com 2010-02-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"If only we would be so lucky." Lex grumbled, with a small chuckle. "Not to mention, he'd only give them indigestion..." Then he sighed and rubbed his neck. "We better split up. Cover more ground that way."
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[personal profile] chesspolitik 2010-02-04 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Anatoly nodded, thinking that sounded like a reasonable idea. He hated to leave Lex alone when he was so stressed, but it had to be done if they wanted to track down Lionel before he started trouble. "You look around here and I'll see if he's out by the beach."

[identity profile] capable-of.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Lex nodded, thinking perhaps a quick trip to the clinic for some pain and anti-anxiety meds were in order. He was so twitchy, his hands were almost visibly shaking and his head was killing him. He kissed Anatoly one more time, saying softly, "I know he's here...he has to be..." It's more to reassure himself rather then Anatoly, reassure himself that after the last week, he wasn't making this up.