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Lois frowned as she sat at her desk looking over at Clark’s own. Her stunt with Lana had backfired greatly. And now to make matters worse she had to field calls from the woman every day or so and listen to her complain about her cancer. If it was really treated, or if meteor rock based cancer could be treated.
But what bothered her most had been Clark, the look on Clark’s face. He had not been happy, or relieved to see Lana; he had been shattered. As if Lana had only left the day before. Lois wondered about that. He had always assumed it was puppy love, high school sweethearts gone awry.
But now she had to wonder. Putting aside the fact that Clark was happily shacking up with Lex Luthor of all people, Clark didn’t seem all that different. He knew who both she and Lana were, and while not being over a girl after all these years was a bit pathetic it was Clark.
She looked over at Clark’s desk once more before making her decision. Standing she walked over to his desk and moved the mouse around, not the least bit surprised to find his computer had been on for months despite the fact that he hadn’t been to work.
Lex had decided to not mask his return to Metropolis from the League. This had the side effect of him being met by the press on the tarmac. Though press may have been too loose a term, these were the vultures, the society pages, the tabloids, he was sure something about lost son returning would be in the presses by the evening edition.
“Ladies first,” Lex said as the stairs to his private jet opened. Mercy scowled as she stomped out, Carla smiling and following next. When Lex glanced at Hope she crossed her arms in irritation.
“Let her do her job Lex,” Clark said his crutches under each arm though Carla had said he was ready for a cane today.
Lex let Clark go first watching as he progressed slowly down the stairs ignoring the cameras, some of which flashed, he stumbled slightly at the bottom but Lex saw he quickly regained his balance and with Mercy’s help slid into the car.
Lex was halfway down the stairs before the cameras seem to realize Clark wasn’t the story.
Clark stared longingly at his crutches; across the room in Carla’s hands, he felt as if the Grand Canyon was between the two of them. It did not help that standing here leaning heavily on Lex he was immensely comfortable.
Comfort, which was the only reason he didn’t want to move. It wouldn’t matter who was holding him, Clark tried to convince himself. Nodding at Lex he forced himself to his feet. He could do this. He had been walking for as long as he could remember.
There was no secret to it. One foot in front of the other, the floor was padded in case he fell, not to mention he had Lex on one side and bar on the other. The room reminded Clark mostly of a dance studio. With the floor to ceiling mirrors and hardwood high shine floors in the area without the padding.
He could not hurt himself. It was completely unlikely. Yet he was nervous. He had been a week out of his chair. Making his way around the penthouse with his crutches, though he had not tried stairs yet; he had even mastered the balancing act it took to relieve himself.
Mercy entered the penthouse bags of takeout in hand to a sound that had become somewhat common place as of late; laughter. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about this new found relationship and the changes she could see in Lex but the changes in Clark seemed to be all for the better.
She nodded to Hope as she answered and the newer guard grinned and came over to take a bag. She still couldn’t believe the change that had come over her the last couple of weeks thanks mostly due to Carla.
Mercy had been quite surprised when the woman had pulled her aside for a one on one when Hope had been sent on another food run.
“Mercy can I speak to you for a moment?” Carla asked softly.
Mercy had shrugged, glanced over at Lex who was running his fingers through Clark’s hair as he watched CNN as the man slept not that she blamed Clark CNN bored her to tears too. It was a scene she had walked in on quite often now that Lex had returned from his two week world tour of sorts.
“Yes Carla? Is there a problem?”
“Yes, it’s Hope.”
Lex entered the penthouse Mercy trailing behind him to find laughter and what could only be a movie in the media room. He had learned that Clark had become more awake, keeping more normal hours and they had gotten him a wheelchair that Carla managed to get him into despite being over a foot shorter and about a hundred pounds lighter.
Entering the media room he saw Clark carefully propped in a seat Hope on one side Carla on the other. Clark’s face had cleared considerably and there was only one place near his jaw that was still a yellow color. He was absently scratching at the cast which implied he was healing if he felt that sensation. His good hand was being used to gesture towards the screen.
“See he’s like Lex,” Clark pointed out to the screen.
“Except that he’s poor, and the servant.”
“But he’s the older one, and look at how he never gives up, and he’s like the best best friend in the world. I mean if Lex is your friend its like,” Clark’s grin was beaming and Lex chose that moment to announce his presence.
Wally looked at his fellow heroes and frowned. It had been one thing when J’onn had made the suggestion in the hopes of finding a way with the least form of chaos from all the members of the league but now to outright keep such sensitive information from them.
“And what if someone goes after Luthor for something else? What if he decides that that person is our message back to him and leaks this information anyway?”
“No lesser members of the League have ever had direct dealings with Luthor. Usually it is us and they may accompany us in assistance,” J’onn pointed out.
“I still don’t like it. They should know that one of the most dangerous people on the planet has control of their lives like that. It isn’t fair that they get no say in this and will suffer the consequences just the same.” “I say damn the consequences, let him publish that information,” Kyle snapped.
“Easy for you to say, an only child, single, hell what do you have to lose if someone decides to come after you? A job? I’m engaged, I’d like to have children some day. I have no interest in being hounded day in and out. And it wouldn’t be criminals only. Civilians would want things from you too.”
“Are you sure this will work boss?” Mercy asked looking at the small portable DVD player. “Who do you think it will be?”
“Maybe the Flash. Once it’s done send me a message so I can be sure to end the dinner from hell.”
“What if they try and take him?”
“At the moment they only have speculation on where I am. And are they going to come in by force? He can’t be moved.”
“Do you know what happened to him?”
“Probably some idiotic alien mating ritual for all I know,” Lex said with a shake of his head. Walking back into his bedroom he looked at Carla who was drying Clark’s freshly washed hair. Clark’s new medication still left him in a mostly pain free haze but he was aware of the goings on.
“Lex,” Clark whispered with half open eyes.
“I have to go out for a few hours.”