'Til Death Do We Part (Smallville; Clex; #80: Divorce)
Working Title: 'Til Death Do We Part
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: Clex (Clark/Lex), suggested Clark/Lana, technical Lex/Lana
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #80: Divorce
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 300
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Lex, why won't you give me a divorce?" Lana demanded. She was seething with fury, although tears glittered in her big, brown eyes. "We both know you don't love me! You're not capable of loving any one!"
"Ah," Lex commented in turn, the corners of his mouth lifting into a calm smile that sent a shiver of dreadful anticipation trailing down the curve of Lana's spine. "That, Miss Lang, is where you are mistaken." His voice dropped, his entire face growing solemn. "But the only way you are getting out of this marriage is through death."
She inhaled sharply; he turned his back on her as she started to cry and walked away. He went to his private chamber, shut the large doors on her and the rest of the world, stoked his fire for a moment, poured himself a drink, and finally sat before it. His orbs twinkled as he watched the fire. Finally! Finally, the sparks of Lana's fiery plan had been ignited. She would have to fake her death to escape her vows to him, and when she did, she would have to leave the whole world believing she was dead. He'd make sure she had everything she needed.
He touched his watch and, from beneath its face, lifted a tiny photograph. He smiled down into Clark Kent's joyful eyes. Lana was wrong. He did love some one dearly, though neither she nor he would ever guess that person's identity. But soon, he thought, very soon, that person would be grieving. He would need a friend. Lex slid Clark's picture back into its hiding place on his daily attire and smiled while sipping his drink. It would be his pleasure to fill that spot. Lana would never have Clark, but maybe, just maybe, this time, Lex would.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: Clex (Clark/Lex), suggested Clark/Lana, technical Lex/Lana
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #80: Divorce
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 300
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Lex, why won't you give me a divorce?" Lana demanded. She was seething with fury, although tears glittered in her big, brown eyes. "We both know you don't love me! You're not capable of loving any one!"
"Ah," Lex commented in turn, the corners of his mouth lifting into a calm smile that sent a shiver of dreadful anticipation trailing down the curve of Lana's spine. "That, Miss Lang, is where you are mistaken." His voice dropped, his entire face growing solemn. "But the only way you are getting out of this marriage is through death."
She inhaled sharply; he turned his back on her as she started to cry and walked away. He went to his private chamber, shut the large doors on her and the rest of the world, stoked his fire for a moment, poured himself a drink, and finally sat before it. His orbs twinkled as he watched the fire. Finally! Finally, the sparks of Lana's fiery plan had been ignited. She would have to fake her death to escape her vows to him, and when she did, she would have to leave the whole world believing she was dead. He'd make sure she had everything she needed.
He touched his watch and, from beneath its face, lifted a tiny photograph. He smiled down into Clark Kent's joyful eyes. Lana was wrong. He did love some one dearly, though neither she nor he would ever guess that person's identity. But soon, he thought, very soon, that person would be grieving. He would need a friend. Lex slid Clark's picture back into its hiding place on his daily attire and smiled while sipping his drink. It would be his pleasure to fill that spot. Lana would never have Clark, but maybe, just maybe, this time, Lex would.
The End