Spotless Mind *Part Two*

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Spotless Mind Part 2
Pairing: Clex
Rating: NC-17
Category: Completely AU, Angst, Romance, Violence
Spoilers: set in season six. Post Labyrinth
Summary: “He sees a mind. He sees memories, squirming as if they’re worms and he plucks them, and eats them.”

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Part 2

“Lex sweet heart you have to eat something.”

Lex always wondered why such a sweet woman like Martha would marry someone like his father. Of course the irony of his father marrying the mother of the boy who ruined his life was not lost on Lex.

“I’m fine Martha.” He commented slowly.

She shook her head with a worried frown. “Non sense Lex. You look like you’re losing weight every time I see you honey. It isn’t good for your health.”

His health? He tried not the laugh at the serious hilarity in that statement. “I’ll be all right Martha,” He said, trying to keep the agitation out of his tone. “I’m not-”

“Perhaps you should try it Lex.” Lionel cut in. “After all, Martha did work very hard on that pie of hers.”

Lex’s eyes slowly slid from his empty plate toward his father then back to Martha, who was watching him with a hopeful expression.

“Fine.” He murmured, reaching for the piece she handed him. He slid his fork into the cake and slowly broke it to his lips, surprised as the warm cherries filled his mouth. “Its, good.” He said, the urge to please Martha coming on strong for some strange reason.

She smiled at him, and patted his hand. “Now I was down at the flower shop the other day picking up some orchids for Mrs.Denshire when I ran into Daisy,” she paused with a small smile, and Lex felt himself wince internally. “She keeps asking about you Lex.”

Daisy was the daughter of the flower shop owner in down town Metropolis. She was sweet, intelligent and somewhat attractive. She also wasn’t his type. “Oh?” He said and Martha nodded.

“I believe she’s back from school now. You should call her Lex. I’m sure she’d love to talk to you.”

It was very sweet of Martha to try and set him up with someone, but he will have to disappoint her. “I really would rather not Martha.” he chanced a glance at his father, seeing his eyes on him.

“I believe Lex needs to concentrate on more important things than romance.” He smiled as he continued. “Like getting better.”

Lex glared. “You would know.” He said with a stiff smile.

Martha waived him off. “That’s nonsense Lionel. Lex needs someone to take care of him.” She smiled at her husband. “The same way I take care of you.”

Lex felt the sudden urge to vomit as his father reached for Martha’s hand.

“Of course.” Lionel said, his eyes sliding back to his son. “We wanted to tell you that we’ll be going away to Bermuda for the week. We’re celebrating our one year anniversary.”

Lex paused, the fork halfway to his mouth. One year? Has one year passed already? He glanced up at his father and Martha, watching as they smiled at each other, and was hit with a sudden sick feeling of wrongness.

“Everyone needs someone when they’re at their worst.” Martha continued softly. She glanced at Lex. “Why when everything happened with Clark I didn’t know what I would’ve done if your father didn’t help me.”

Was that the reason she married his father? Lex thought. Because of what dad did for Clark. Despite what Clark did to him? Because his father picked up the pieces for her and she was grateful? It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore. Lex watched the two of them. Watched the way Martha smiled at his father. It was obvious she loved him. Obvious she would take care of his father until the day he died. That feeling of wrongness increased, and jealously overtook him. What did his father do to deserve such happiness? Why did he feel like he was falling lower and lower while his father excelled in life itself.

“Are you all right Lex?” Martha asked when he suddenly rolled away from the dinner table.

He glanced up at Martha. Then at his father, hating that all knowing smirk on his face. “I’m suddenly not feeling well.” He lied, hating the concern etched onto Martha’s features.

“Do you need anything?” She asked.

“No.” He snapped. He doesn’t want her kindness. He doesn’t want her replacing her own sick son with another somewhat sick son.

“Lex-” Lionel warned.

“I have to go.” He said, halfway out of the dining room, his father called out to him.

“Lex just so you know, I’m leaving Hues in charge for the week.”

“Of course.” Lex said flatly.

*********

He could never remember his mother’s face when he thought of her.

Lex swallowed the rest of the brandy he held in his glass as he looked over the pictures of his mother. He could remember her long red hair. Could remember it smelling of clover when she would pull him in for a warm hug when he was sick or when she just wanted to hold him.

He sighed to himself as he glanced at the next picture. It was of the two of them five months before she passed. She had been so sick, but she still found enough strength to take a picture with him. To tell him she loved him. She told him everyday. He paused as he was hit with a sudden realization.

The only person who has ever loved him was dead. He angrily threw the pictures down, and reached for another decanter of brandy. He poured himself another drink, glancing at his cell phone as the sound of it vibrating hit his ears.

“What?” He said, already knowing who it was.

“You’ve missed your therapy appointments.”

“Hello to you too.” Lex said stonily. “Yes, thats right. I also haven’t been to work for three days, but you probably already knew that since you’ve been obviously keeping tabs on me.”

Lionel was quiet for a long moment before responding. “You are quite aware of our agreement Lex. If you don’t attend therapy-”

“Yes, I’m quite aware of our agreement Dad.” Lex said, sarcasm heavy in his tone. “But you’ve forgotten that I haven’t been into work for three days so it’s quite pointless to show up to therapy. Which doesn’t serve any purpose in my life by the way.”

“Its served to measure your mental acuity to return to work full time.”

Lex smiled a bitter smile. “My mental acuity is just fine father.”

“There’s no need to get tetchy Lex.”

He felt his hand grip the phone tighter. “I’m not tetchy Lionel.”

The other line went deathly quiet, and Lex knew he had crossed a line, but he didn’t care. “You’ve always been ruled by your emotions Lex. You’re wasting your potential by wallowing in self pity. I hope you come to realize how unLuthor like you’re behaving.”

Lex felt his nerves prick from the familiarity of those words. “Why am I having a sudden case of déjà vu?” He closed the phone before his father could respond. He tossed the phone over his shoulder, and reached for his glass of brandy again. He loved the way brandy loosened his tongue.

He reached for his mail, and paused when he noticed a blue envelop which was labeled: How happy is the blameless vessel’s lot.

With a small frown, he opened the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper. His frown deepened when there was nothing written on it. Just as he was about to toss the paper, he froze as words suddenly appeared.

289 LUTHORCORP PLAZA.

Lex stared at the paper for a long moment intrigued. Who sent him this? What did they want him to do? How the hell did the ink just appear on the paper? He placed the glass he held down onto the table and leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.

********

Turned out that address was nothing but a US Postal Office . He stared up at the building, debating on if he should go in or not, but he was a curious person, and finding out a mystery was what he was born for. It wasn’t as though he had anything else to do today.

He entered the building, ignoring the stares he received as he rolled himself to the counter. “Hello,” He paused and glanced at her name tag. “Susie.”

The store clerk looked over at him, her eyes widening slight in surprise. “Uh-”

Lex smiled his most charming smile he had left. “I was wondering if you have a package for me?”

She perked up. “Yes, Mr. Luthor- I mean…” She trailed off and turned away from him.

He watched as she leaned down and pulled out a ten by thirteen sized orange envelop. He frowned deeply.

“Here you go.” She said, handing it over.

“Thank you.” He said slowly. He looked down at the envelop in his hands, frowning when he noticed their was no return address. “Did someone drop these off?” He asked and she shook her head.

“There’s a post stamp on it meaning it was mailed.” She pointed to the stamp to indicate her point. “There’s no return address which means the person is anonymous.” She explained.

Lex sighed. “I gathered.” He muttered. “Well, thank you.” He turned to go.

“You’re welcome!” She called with a bright smile. “Come back anytime.”

“Don’t count on it.” He muttered.

**********

Lex slowly opened the envelop, and pulled out its contents. His frown deepened even more. A Newspaper clipping and another envelop? He placed the envelop to the side and slowly read through the clipping.
METEORS STRIKE SMALLTOWN SMALLVILLE, HUNDREDS DIE!

A meteor shower burst from the heavens on the unsuspecting citizens of Smallville Tuesday Morning October 16th, 1989. Scientist are saying the meteors moved toward Earth at such a fast speed, that it was not enough time to warn the sleep town of an evacuation. Because of this, hundreds have died and thousands have been injured. hundreds have also lost their homes. The American Red cross and emergency rescue squads from other counties have already volunteered to help. If you or a family member would wish to donate blood….

Lex stared down at the newspaper clipping feeling something on tug on his mind. He couldn’t understand why someone would send him a clipping of something that happened seventeen years ago, but something inside him was telling him to remember. Remember what? He didn’t know, but it was something. Something important. He stared into space, racking his brain in relation to Smallville’s meteor shower and frowned when he came up with nothing but fuzzy confusion. He sighed, and placed the newspaper clipping back into the envelop before he placing it into his desk drawer.

He could feel exhaustion start to creep into his bones, and he glanced at the time, noticing for the first time how late it was. He reached for the sealed envelop that came with his package, and rolled toward his bedroom hoping there would be no dreams tonight.

********

There were bits and pieces. Puzzles that weren’t understood.

“Luthors are not afraid. We don't have that luxury. We're leaders. You have a destiny, Lex. You're never going to get anywhere with your eyes closed.”

He slowly opened his eyes to look up at his father, frowning when he noticed he was suddenly standing in the middle of a corn field. “Dad?”

“Help Me.” He heard, as though someone was in pain. He shuffled backwards, a small frown on his features as he heard it again before- He bumped into something hard and turned. He cried out and fell back onto his butt as he looked up a the talking scarecrow.

“Are you-” He trailed off as he heard a loud blast. He slowly stood up, and watched in fascinated horror as balls of fire fell from the sky.

The ground shook beneath him, and he stared as the dirt from the blast barreled toward him. He turned to run, the blast coming at him at a speed far much faster than his own. He couldn’t breathe, He could already feel the beginnings of an asthma attack as the blast engulfed him.

Lex awoke with a start, his heart pounding. He slowly pulled himself upright, wiped at his sweat drenched forehead, silently trying to calm his frazzled nerves. That dream. He could feel himself shudder as the familiar feeling of fear resurfaced as the last remnants of that dream drifted from his mind. Why did it seem so real? So familiar?

He switched the beside lamp on, and reached for the envelop which was labeled with a different phrase.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

He frowned as he slowly opened it, and pulled out the letter. He opened it, unsurprised to see another address written in bold letters.

2214 WEST RACER AVE.
TOPEKA, KANSAS

“Guess I’m going to Topeka.” He muttered to himself.

***********

Topeka was a six hour drive, but Lex didn’t mind. It gave him time to contemplate this moment. Contemplate on why this was happening. Who was sending him these messages?

It had to mean something didn’t it? His thoughts drifted off as the car rolled to a stop.

“We’ve arrived at our address Mr. Luthor.”

Lex glanced out of the window, surprised to see their destination was a Bank Of Commerce.

***********

“Good morning Mr. Luthor, its so good to see you again.”

Lex paused as he turned his head to glance at the woman who greeted him. He didn’t recognize her. “I’m sorry- I-”

She smiled at him. “Amy.” She shook her head with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about your accident. When I heard I was so devastated.”

Lex could only stare at the women, completely confused and bewildered. “How do you know me?” He asked.

She stared at him for a short moment, her smile fading a bit. “Why Mr. Luthor you opened a deposit account with us three years ago.”

Lex blinked at her still confused. “What kind of deposit account?”

She paused before answered. “A bond account and a safe deposit account.” She walked around her desk and typed in a few keys into her computer. “I’ll just print your account information for you.”

Lex took the paper she handed him. His eyes scanned the details of his account, noting hat yes, that was his signature. His eyes froze on the signature below his own.

Clark Kent.

“Mr. Luthor,” Amy started, staring at his now pale features. “Are you all right?”

“When was the last time I was here?” He asked, his voice shaking.

She typed onto her computer. “Uh- July twenty third 2005. You deposited something in your safe deposit box.”

Lex swallowed. That was two years ago today. “Would you happen to have a spare key to my box?”

She smiled at him. “Of course.” She gave him a worried glance. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

He stared at the signature before absently nodding his head. “I’m fine.” He lied.

********

There was nothing inside the deposit box save for a slim black box. He slowly picked it up, and opened it to reveal a metal octagonal disc.

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