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Oct 19, 2005 18:34

Math. He's never had a head for the higher maths, even though, troublingly, once in a while he's woken reciting formulae he doesn't really understand.

The Luthor parts of his makeup, he's got no doubt.

Those are the nights he spend sitting up in bed, listening to his headphones, stroking Krypto's head, wondering when the timebomb hidden in his genetic makeup might go off.

So much time in Smallville, and he's developing an unhealthy liking for country music. It's really sort of frightening, in a very funny way. He can just imagine what Roxy would say. If, you know, she wasn't dead.

The weekend was too far off. Ma and Pa Kent, though great people, weren't people he could connect with in a really deep, intimate way.

Cassie. Tim. Vic and Gar. Bart. Mia. Kory.

Those were his friends. His family, in a way that even "cousin" Clark wasn't.

Maybe...maybe it was time to come clean, once and for all. About the fact that half his DNA was from one of the most dangerous men on the planet. They'd get it. Wouldn't they?
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