Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Clark/Lex , Bruce/Dick
Summary: Smallville is in the middle of a rain patch, and Clark and Lex are kidnapped.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story
Spoilers: General All Episodes,
Authors Notes: This is not following any cannon comic or for the show. Now a mini cast Batman = Christian Bale, Robin = your choice. For me he looks suspiciously like Nightwing with a hair cut.
“It may feel human but its not,” Bruce growled. “If you tried to hit him you would most likely break every bone in your hand.”
“So what you are trying to tell me is because his life was never at risk when he saved me that it doesn’t count? That its all part of a scheme to take over the world by getting one over the owner of a crap factory?” Lex asked his voice cold even as his fingers continued their soothing runs through Clark’s hair.
“Lex, don’t let yourself be blinded by affection for this thing.”
“That’s the second time you have implied that Clark’s not being human makes him something less.”
“Earth is for human beings, not for some near invincible alien to make its playground.”
“Playground? Bruce, Clark is 16 in high school, working on a farm; he does not have plans of world domination.”
“So he’s never acted anything but the innocent teenager that is too good to be true?”
Lex was about to respond that this indeed was the case when he recalled the fact that Clark had acted very strangely once. And it had been frightening in its intensity. He had almost been the complete opposite from Clark, except for his interest in Lex.
“What did he do?”
“He was just high, it was nothing,” Lex muttered holding onto Clark.
“High? Drugs affect him?”
“How else do you get high Bruce? Looked like a few things combined nothing I haven’t done.”
“What did he want to do?”
“He wanted us to leave Smallville, just be the two of us against the world.”
“Against or ruling?” Bruce asked.
“I do not know what your hang up is but I don’t have time for it. If you do not want to help Clark tell me and we can leave. I do not have time for this.”
“Make time,” Bruce snarled. “He is not human, he is using you. He is pushing all your buttons, getting you to do exactly what he needs. This isn’t like you Lex, you don’t do things like this, risk yourself for some stranger. You are not like this. Something’s been done to you.”
“Yeah,” Clark whispered from Lex’s chest. Sliding his arms around the waist of the stiff billionaire, not even realizing how it would look to Bruce. “I gave him a chance. I didn’t listen to everyone saying oh he’s evil don’t trust him.” Clark pulled away from Lex slightly to look him in the face. “This loser is your friend? Whitney is nicer to me and he strung me up in a field.”
“You are my best friend; I don’t know why he thinks I have jedi mind powers, or why you would need jedi mind powers used on you to be good. Maybe the hairy wonder, but not you. I trust you with my life.”
Bruce snorted. “What?” Clark snapped focusing on him and turning away quickly when his heat vision flickered to life and died. He shut his eyes tightly not noticing Bruce’s horrified look or Lex’s surprise.
“Clark, look at me.” The teen shook his head even though the heat had long dissipated he was not talking a chance. “Clark, has that ever happened before?”
“Never like that. Never because I was angry,” he whispered so softly Lex barely heard him.
“When does it usually happen?” Lex asked and the five alarm blush answered his question. “Oh, all those fires with my pheromone spreading wife.”
“Yeah that’s when it first happened,” Clark said looking at Lex though he didn’t realize its meaning. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”
“Well, I’ve had some time to deal with the information. Seeing the magnitude of the secret you were keeping.”
“What?” Clark whispered shaking. Trying to pull away from Lex who tightened his hold on Clark.
“No Clark, The reason Bruce doesn’t trust you is to get the meteor gas out of your system we had to filter your blood. It turned up the fact that you aren’t exactly human.”
“Its okay Clark we’ll talk about this later. It doesn’t matter. What I want to know is, is there anything that you haven’t told us something that can help you.”
Clark shook his head looking down at Lex’s buttons, “I’ve never been sick; I don’t know what else to do but get rid of it. I feel a little better but I’m sleepy.”
“It’s alright Clark you can just call me your best pillow. I’m brining your parents here to help.”
“Alright,” Clark said slipping back to sleep.
“Not one word Bruce.”
“He just tried to kill me,” Bruce stated coldly.
“Actually he was trying to glare at you. It got a little out of hand. My guess is that it wasn’t even strong enough for more than a second degree burn. Let go of the fact that he isn’t human and think Bruce. When does your body need the most rest?”
At Bruce’s silence Dick chimed in. “When you are healing or fighting off an infection.”
“Exactly, who knows maybe that was his body’s way of dissipating heat. His fever seems to have dropped. What does the computer say?” Lex asked Dick ignoring Bruce who was glowering.
“You have mail, and his deterioration has dropped to a little over 20%, he’s getting better.”
“I hope so,” Lex said as Clark’s breathing settled further signaling a deeper sleep. Lex looked down at Clark his arms curled around him. “A little help Dick?”
“Oh, sure,” he said approaching Lex only to be stopped by Bruce.
“Don’t go near him.”
“Bruce, this isn’t like you. And honestly I’d rather tall dark and glowering to paranoid,” Dick said twisting away and helping Lex to settle Clark back on the makeshift bed and head to the computer. “What is it?”
“The research Chloe promised me on the meteor rock. Its somewhat irrelevant now I would say. But I need her to get word to the Kents.”
“I will take care of it. They have won a romantic getaway in Gotham City complete with a dinner at Wayne Manor.”
“Isn’t that a little strange?” Lex asked.
“Eccentric billionaire, if it will make you feel better I will claim it has to do with Martha Clark Kent’s father his is very well known in Metropolis and has done work for us over the years. Just tell Ms. Sullivan that they need to accept the trip.”
“Done,” Lex stated and wondered how Martha and Jonathan Kent would react to Wayne Manor when they had so much trouble with Lex and the castle.