Pairing: Clex
Genre: Futurefic, maybe a little crack
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: That arch-rival thing? Total cover story.
A/N: If I'd had the space, this would have been way slashier.
Though nanotechnology, political intrigue and nefarious uses of kryptonite can be entertaining, they are not Lex Luthor’s real reasons for perpetuating this farce.
Nor is it the thrill of victory he seeks. Let’s not fool ourselves anyway; it’s not like Superman ever lets him win. But even that can’t detract from the sweetness of reunion.
When bullets, sirens or toxic chemicals fill the air around them, Clark and Lex can somehow find a common ground, an eye within their storm; the maelstrom engulfs them, shields them from outside view.
Like any great party, though, the cleanup is always a bitch.