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sabinelagrandeTitle: Wuk
Series: K'ex
Summary: Everything's gonna come right in the end.
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 662
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 this installment
Pairing: Clark/Chloe this installment
A/N: I'm not happy about the opening section, but I'm never going to be happy about it, so I don't feel bad about leaving it how it stands.
When Lionel’s legs finally let him stop running, he found himself in the Kowatche caves. Impelled by a force that seemed to come from outside himself, he placed his hand to the wall, right over one of the unintelligible symbols.
What happened next he didn’t quite have words for. He seemed to be trapped in a column of light in an endless stretch of darkness.
“Lionel Luthor,” a voice boomed out, sounding for all the world like the voice of God. When it spoke, the light around him seemed to tremble. “You have stolen my son’s birthright.”
“I know about the powers and the elements,” he said, lamely. “I know everything.”
“You know nothing,” the voice told him, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he believed it. “You have interfered with destiny, and I will not suffer your intrusion.”
“The boy would never have used his powers for any gain,” Lionel rationalized. “He’s weak. I’m offering you real strength. We could rule this world!”
There was the briefest pause, and Lionel entertained the wild hope that his plea had been accepted. But then the voice spoke again. “In another lifetime, Lionel Luthor, we could have been allies. You could have had everything you really wanted.” An image of a laughing woman with thick, curling red hair flittered through his mind. “But you chose to trade your salvation for a mere glimpse of fleeting power.”
Lionel drew his shoulders up, throwing his head back proudly. “I regret nothing.”
“Then you have learned nothing.”
He narrowed his eyes, clenching his hands into fists. “Whatever you’re going to do, do it.”
And suddenly the world went from black to white.
---
Chloe walked into the Kents’ barn, still shaken up over her brush with Lionel. It was warm and calm, sunlight streaming through the open doors. There were footsteps from above, and her head snapped around. A figure loomed on the loft, half dream and half nightmare.
“Chloe,” Clark said, so much emotion packing that one word that she was up the stairs in half a second, throwing herself into his arms. Before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her. “I missed you,” he told her when she pulled away.
“I missed you, too,” she replied.
“But you’re looking at me like I just revoked your press pass,” Clark said, failing to hide his disappointment.
Chloe took in a deep breath, wringing her hands. “We need to talk.” She sat down on the couch, motioning for him to join.
“I know that Lionel kidnapped you,” he told her. “I can’t really explain it, because I don’t really remember much.” He struggled with the words. “All I really know is that I couldn’t save you, and I needed to, and it tore me up.” Clark prayed that any of it made sense to her.
She took a deep breath. “It’s worse than you think,” she told him.
“Did he-” Clark was almost grateful when Chloe cut him off.
“I did things that weren’t right, and,” she lost the words, choking back tears, “I can’t really wrap my head around it yet.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark told her, wishing he could say anything to take the sadness out of her eyes. “Whatever you did, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know that,” she replied, wiping her cheeks, “but that doesn’t make it okay.” She squeezed his hand. “I just need to breathe.”
“Guess I’m just the master of bad timing today,” Clark said, trying to defuse the situation. Chloe smiled.
“It’s gonna be okay,” she said to him, mostly to reassure herself, and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Somehow, it’s all gonna be okay.”
---
“Lex?” Clark called as he stepped into Lex’s office.
Lex snatched his revolver from its hiding place on the desk. “Whoa, calm down,” Clark said nervously. “It’s me, Lex.”
Lex didn’t respond. Instead, he raised the pistol and shot Clark calmly in the chest.
Series: K'ex
Summary: Everything's gonna come right in the end.
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 662
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 this installment
Pairing: Clark/Chloe this installment
A/N: I'm not happy about the opening section, but I'm never going to be happy about it, so I don't feel bad about leaving it how it stands.
When Lionel’s legs finally let him stop running, he found himself in the Kowatche caves. Impelled by a force that seemed to come from outside himself, he placed his hand to the wall, right over one of the unintelligible symbols.
What happened next he didn’t quite have words for. He seemed to be trapped in a column of light in an endless stretch of darkness.
“Lionel Luthor,” a voice boomed out, sounding for all the world like the voice of God. When it spoke, the light around him seemed to tremble. “You have stolen my son’s birthright.”
“I know about the powers and the elements,” he said, lamely. “I know everything.”
“You know nothing,” the voice told him, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he believed it. “You have interfered with destiny, and I will not suffer your intrusion.”
“The boy would never have used his powers for any gain,” Lionel rationalized. “He’s weak. I’m offering you real strength. We could rule this world!”
There was the briefest pause, and Lionel entertained the wild hope that his plea had been accepted. But then the voice spoke again. “In another lifetime, Lionel Luthor, we could have been allies. You could have had everything you really wanted.” An image of a laughing woman with thick, curling red hair flittered through his mind. “But you chose to trade your salvation for a mere glimpse of fleeting power.”
Lionel drew his shoulders up, throwing his head back proudly. “I regret nothing.”
“Then you have learned nothing.”
He narrowed his eyes, clenching his hands into fists. “Whatever you’re going to do, do it.”
And suddenly the world went from black to white.
---
Chloe walked into the Kents’ barn, still shaken up over her brush with Lionel. It was warm and calm, sunlight streaming through the open doors. There were footsteps from above, and her head snapped around. A figure loomed on the loft, half dream and half nightmare.
“Chloe,” Clark said, so much emotion packing that one word that she was up the stairs in half a second, throwing herself into his arms. Before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her. “I missed you,” he told her when she pulled away.
“I missed you, too,” she replied.
“But you’re looking at me like I just revoked your press pass,” Clark said, failing to hide his disappointment.
Chloe took in a deep breath, wringing her hands. “We need to talk.” She sat down on the couch, motioning for him to join.
“I know that Lionel kidnapped you,” he told her. “I can’t really explain it, because I don’t really remember much.” He struggled with the words. “All I really know is that I couldn’t save you, and I needed to, and it tore me up.” Clark prayed that any of it made sense to her.
She took a deep breath. “It’s worse than you think,” she told him.
“Did he-” Clark was almost grateful when Chloe cut him off.
“I did things that weren’t right, and,” she lost the words, choking back tears, “I can’t really wrap my head around it yet.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark told her, wishing he could say anything to take the sadness out of her eyes. “Whatever you did, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know that,” she replied, wiping her cheeks, “but that doesn’t make it okay.” She squeezed his hand. “I just need to breathe.”
“Guess I’m just the master of bad timing today,” Clark said, trying to defuse the situation. Chloe smiled.
“It’s gonna be okay,” she said to him, mostly to reassure herself, and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Somehow, it’s all gonna be okay.”
---
“Lex?” Clark called as he stepped into Lex’s office.
Lex snatched his revolver from its hiding place on the desk. “Whoa, calm down,” Clark said nervously. “It’s me, Lex.”
Lex didn’t respond. Instead, he raised the pistol and shot Clark calmly in the chest.
