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by a campbell
Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, PG-13
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Spoilers for "Covenant"
Challenge 20 "A Smallville character has regrets. Describe."
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Lex ignored shaking hands as he poured.
No thoughts of Lionel in prison, waiting to die. Of two wives lost, a dead mother, dead brother. No memories of Clark's dark, angry gaze, though his chest ached where Clark had struck him as he stalked past at the courthouse.
This friendship's over.
"In fact, it's about me." Curiosity is one thing, need for information another. However upset, Clark hadn't divined the real reason for the room, desire so desperate, a place where Lex could imagine...
Clark's face had gone from disbelief to horror and settled in righteous anger. Tinged with disgust, a little hatred thrown in, and had stayed that way.
A strangled moan tore from his throat. "Clark."
Strychnine was painful, but he wanted to hurt. Ice jostled as he lifted the tumbler to his lips, closed his eyes, and drank in one bitter gulp.
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