Smallville, 4:30 a.m.
Kon's been up for hours. He never really slept. Too many things swirling around behind his eyes every time he tried to close them. Too much to stay asleep. Too much to stay in the dark, even. He slipped on his headphones, turning the music up loud, but it can't ever go loud enough to chase away the things spinning through his brain:
Cloning procedures. The view from inside a vat, unable to turn his head, or raise his hands. Not even sure he has hands. A doctor, labcoated, with a messy shock of black hair
Donovan, that's Dabney Donovan
and crazy brown eyes. He mutters something, something that can't be understood because it belongs to the world outside the great glass swimmy world he's sunken into, and somehow, this isn't frightening, it's all part of the plan.
Lex Luthor II
Was there a second Luthor on the grassy knoll? How the hell should Kon know, but for some reason, that phrase keeps resurfacing, over and over, battering at the walls of his skull, like a butterfly trapped under glass.
Lex Luthor II
He cloned. He cloned Superman. Connor Kent stood as living proof. Who's to say that there aren't others? A whole battery of Lex Luthors, standing at the ready to step into the light and form a damned army of evil mad scientists at the drop of a ballcap.
Some digging, maybe. Pry into the Lexcorp file system. He couldn't do it, but he sure knew who could...
Tim.
Fire up the computer, he thought, sliding into the chair behind his desk. Email Timbo. Get him and his particular clan of detectives on the case. Once they found the right thing that needed smashing, he could do it. Wasn't that what weapons were for? Breaking things?
Cloning procedures. The view from inside a vat, unable to turn his head, or raise his hands. Not even sure he has hands. A doctor, labcoated, with a messy shock of black hair
Donovan, that's Dabney Donovan
and crazy brown eyes. He mutters something, something that can't be understood because it belongs to the world outside the great glass swimmy world he's sunken into, and somehow, this isn't frightening, it's all part of the plan.
Lex Luthor II
Was there a second Luthor on the grassy knoll? How the hell should Kon know, but for some reason, that phrase keeps resurfacing, over and over, battering at the walls of his skull, like a butterfly trapped under glass.
Lex Luthor II
He cloned. He cloned Superman. Connor Kent stood as living proof. Who's to say that there aren't others? A whole battery of Lex Luthors, standing at the ready to step into the light and form a damned army of evil mad scientists at the drop of a ballcap.
Some digging, maybe. Pry into the Lexcorp file system. He couldn't do it, but he sure knew who could...
Tim.
Fire up the computer, he thought, sliding into the chair behind his desk. Email Timbo. Get him and his particular clan of detectives on the case. Once they found the right thing that needed smashing, he could do it. Wasn't that what weapons were for? Breaking things?