Lex leaned back and looked around the room as his cabinet continued. It wasn’t as oval shaped as everyone claimed. Turning from the window, he was able to catch the glance of Clark Kent walking into the office, a bright smile on his face, just like he use to back in Smallville. “Hey, Lex, what’s up?” Clark grinned and sat down on the couch. “Nice place you have here. But I think the castle was bigger.”
Normally, Lex would respond, but he wasn’t alone currently. “That sounds fine, why don’t you begin work on that tomorrow and I’ll go over the documents?” Lex suggested and then dismissed the few members. They walked out of the office and Clark frowned and rose from the couch.
“Why didn’t you introduce me to your friends, Lex? Are you ashamed of the farm boy?” Clark was frowning and Lex hated that.
“You know I’m not ashamed of you, Clark, it’s just that you’re still dead and I can’t introduce my dead friend to anyone. I’m the president now, Clark, I can’t be crazy.” Lex smiled but it was hollowed and sad.
“Oh, right,” Clark managed to smile and walked closer to Lex. “I’ve been dead for such a long time. You really wish you could have saved me from your dad, huh, Lex? Well, don’t worry; I was glad he killed me after everything else he put me through. That had to actually be the nicest thing your dad ever did for me.” Lex sat back down in his chair and cupped his head. “It wasn’t really your fault that your dad got an interest in me, even though the fact that your dad had an interest in everything you did should have clued you in.”
“Please, go away,” Lex begged.
“You’re right; you don’t need to suffer through the truth. After all, you did so much good after you learned what your dad did to me. You helped so many other people, other humans. You just couldn’t help your best friend, your only friend. But that’s okay, he wasn’t human anyway. Right, Lex? It was okay that your dad experimented on me, tortured me, and raped me because I wasn’t human.” Clark smiled when Lex looked up.
“If only being the most powerful person in the free world could help you turn back time, huh, Lex?” And then the illusion was gone. Lex had been staring at him for one second and then he suddenly just wasn’t there.
Lex sighed. No medicine would get rid of the illusions or the voice. No therapist could help him deal with what he knew. He knew it was simply guilt and that nothing could heal it.
Lex walked out of his closet, dressed in black pants and a purple silk shirt. It just felt like a lucky day and lucky days were always better when he was dressed in his favorite color.
Unfortunately that supposed lucky day turned sour the moment his phone rang, the caller id telling him that it was his father. After an hour on his phone and two Advil’s, Lex left for the crap factory.
When he got to the plant, he was in a some what better mood, thanks to speeding and his lovely car. Gabe smiled at him, wearing a bright green tie that seemed out of place, and told him that the file work was waiting on his desk and then pinched his arm as he left. Lex rubbed his arm and frowned after the man.
After work, Lex entered the Talon and held the door open for the girl in the hideous green dress behind him. “Thanks,” she smiled and pinched his arm as she passed. He frowned and went to order his coffee, getting pinched by three more unknown people as they passed him.
Lana took his order with a smile and delivered it to him at his normal table. “Here you go, Lex.” She sat the coffee down and pinched his arm as she walked away to take others’ orders.
He rubbed his arm as he saw Chloe and Pete walk in. Chloe had her hair up in a green hair tie which bobbed up and down as she walked. He looked past them for Clark but he was nowhere to be seen. After ordering their own drinks, the two walked over to him. “Hey, Lex,” Chloe grinned and pinched his shoulder.
“Clark had to run some errand for his parents.” Pete answered the unasked question. Then pinched Lex’s arm as well.
“Alright,” Lex rubbed at his arm some more. “Why has everyone been pinching me all day?”
“It’s Saint Patrick’s Day, Lex.” Chloe grinned. “And you’re not wearing green. By tradition, it’s our right.”
Lex rubbed at his eyes with his left hand. “Well, that explains why everyone has added a sudden splash of green into their wardrobe. Excuse me,” He stood up, coffee in hand. “But I’m going to go home and change before anyone else uses their traditional rights out on my arm. The same arm every time,” he muttered.
Lex glared at every green object he passed. They were mocking him, he knew it. How could he have forgotten that it was Saint Patrick’s Day? He was of Irish heritage, on his mother’s side, the side he actually cared for.
Lex changed into a green shirt and sighed. His purple shirt had just made the day worst. To ease away some of the day’s tension, Lex racked up the pool table. He also wanted to make sure his arm was still in tact.
Apparently it wasn’t since he hit the ball and bounced it over the edge of the table. He sighed and bent over to pick up the rolling ball. He yelped when he felt a pinch on his butt.
Standing up with the traitorous ball, Lex gawked at Clark. “I changed into green.” He seethed as he looked at his friend, looking into those mischievous green eyes.
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