Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.

Chapter Eighteen

Lionel was at the Torch and he was using Miss Sullivan’s computer. After he was done with this, maybe he would pay that cute little blonde thorn in his side a little visit. She so had something painful coming to her. He didn’t know what he was going to do to her just yet. Maybe, he could make her wish she had blown up with that safe house.

He typed his name and password only for it to not work, yet again. Counting to five didn’t help this time either. He smashed the corner of the desk in. Maybe he should have counted to ten instead. Well, here is another little mystery for Little Miss Reporter to solve.

“Lex,” he hissed like a snake, “How dare you change your Daddy’s password without his permission.”

A light suddenly came on and he looked up, speaking of the sharp thorn in his side. Hello, Miss Sullivan.

He frowned when someone else came in behind her. Who the hell was this exquisite young man? He looked like something from a high fashion catalog. His frown deepened when he felt something tingle in his nether region. That was not good.

Chloe saw him and asked, “Flannel to five-minute ago?”

That amnesia had really pulled a number on her farmboy.

Lionel smirked when she saw her desk, “What happened,” she asked.

“It was like that when I got here,” he told her and looked at the amethyst eyed young man, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Lindsey smiled and felt a little winded.

“Weird,” Chloe said looking up at Lionel from her desk’s wound.

“I’m worried about you Chloe,” Lionel said and crossed his arms.

“And why is that,” she asked pointing an exhausted Lindsey towards the filing cabinet that needed a good ass kicking.

“If Lionel Luthor managed to somehow get out of prison,” he asked, “What do you suppose he’d do about you?”

“Why,” she asked looking at him, “Do you know something I don’t?”

This was too easy and oh so much fun. He was going to play with her like a child played with a worm…until the got bored and tore it in two. Would he get another Chloe if he tore her in two?

He spun around in the chair and kicked out to roll closer to her, “No,” he smiled, “But it always pays to be cautious.”

“I’m not shaking in my shoes,” she said and put a hand on her hip, “He’s not eligible for parole until he’s a 112.”

“You never know,” Lionel said with a smile, “He could get out sooner than you think.”

Chloe was starting to feel a little freaked out and where the hell did Lindsey suddenly disappear off too? Clark did not have these memories. Something was very strange. Did he get them back or had he been reading?

“Well,” she said taking a few steps back as he stepped forward, “I think our quarterback has been knocked to the ground one too many times.”

“Maybe,” Lionel said loving this, “I do feel as though I’m looking through a different pair of eyes.”

“About that,” Lindsey said from a dark corner causing Chloe to spin around and Lionel to jump, “They do look different.”

“Look, pretty boy,” Lionel sneered, “Don’t you have some papers to file or some guy to solicit to in the restroom?”

Lindsey smirked and it reminded Lionel of his son. Chloe’s jaw almost hit the floor. When did Clark start speaking like that?

“Chloe,” Lindsey said and gave Lionel a chilling glare, “I’m going to go get my science book.”

Chloe slowly nodded and he left the room, taking all the heat with him.

“Extraordinary,” Lionel whispered in awe as he watched the dark enigmatic beauty leave the room.

“What was that, Clark,” Chloe asked looking over some files to try and look busy.

“I said,” Lionel smiled and walked up closer behind her. She did have lovely taste in perfume and she was very easy on the eyes.

“I certainly see you in a new light,” he said.

She smiled and turned back around to look up at him, “And what’s that suppose to mean?”

“I really must confess,” he said and turned on those puppy eyes, “That I find you absolutely fascinating.”

“Uh huh,” Chloe said with a cocked brow and a hand on her left hip.

“You have this twinkle in your eye,” he said and traced her smooth jaw line with a golden finger, “You’re sexy smile.”

Chloe was in a state of shock. Was he actually saying all the right lines she had dreamed to hear come out of his mouth for years now?

“And your skin,” Lionel said getting closer to her, “It glows like soft moonlight.”

“Clark,” Chloe asked backing away, “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do for a very long time,” he said moving his mouth just centimeters from hers, “A very long time.”

She closed her eyes and he rolled his eyes as he backed away smiling evilly, “Don’t you wish?”

Her eyes snapped open in confusion and the hurt evident in her eyes. He walked by her and hissed, “Miss Sullivan.”

She spun around and watched him leave the room. She didn’t know what to think. He sounded just like Lionel.

Lionel stopped in the hall when he saw beautiful Violet Eyes walking towards him, “See you around, Clark.”

“Yeah,” Lionel said following him warily with his stolen green eyes, “See you, Pretty Boy.”

He smirked when he saw the beautiful boy’s shoulders tense in agitation.

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Lana held up some papers, “I did some reading on the Countess Thoreaux,” she said and handed them over to Jason, “Turns out that the two of us have more in common than I thought.”

“She ran a coffee shop,” Jason asked with a big grin.

“No,” Lana said rolling her eyes as he laughed, “She’s from this village in France called Castlnau-de-Mantmild, the same village my mom’s ancestors came from.”

“Really,” Jason asked suddenly interested in everything she had to say, “What do you think it all means?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. Its all so strange to me,” she said, “She was buried as a martyr, but burned as a witch.”

Jason looked at her in concern and put the folder down and went to her, “Hey,” he said putting his arms around her, “We’ll figure this out. You’ll see.”

She smiled and rested her head on against his chest. Something was coming and she knew it was going to be scary. Would hiding under the sheets keep it at bay? It probably wouldn’t.

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Lionel was walking down the school hall and smiled at two passing cheerleaders, “Ladies.”

They thought him hot, and he was. He really was. He was too fucking hot to trot.

Suddenly the super hearing kicked in and he could hear “coach what’s his face” talking about how Lana was his main concern and some Countess thing.

He narrowed his green eyes and made his way to the office to see the Coach kissing the lovely Miss Lana Lang. This was too good. He now had more ammo to play with.

Lana practically jumped away from Jason and Lionel smiled, “Why did you stop? It was getting really good you two.”

“Clark,” Lana tried only to be cut off.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Lionel grinned, “You’re young and have needs, right Coach?”

He left and Lana wanted to cry. This was so not good. No, not good at all. Jason could be fired now. She’d be called a whore. Was she still young enough to not be tried for murder?

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“What do you think,” Lionel asked as he strolled into the room looking at his corpse sitting there looking up at him, “Thanks for seeing me, Mr. Luthor.”

He smiled at poor scared Clark, “You’re not going to touch me with that rock in your hand now are you my dear little boy?”

“Great,” Clark thought and then said, “You’ll never get away with this.”

“Oh, don’t talk crazy, Clark,” he said smiling, “You know I am. With my mind and your body…I’m a God.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Clark said crossing his arms in annoyance. Why did bad shit have to happen to him? Did he just say shit? His mom and dad would be so disappointed.

“You do know it’s becoming quite clear to me as to why you’re so secretive,” Lionel said looking at him, “You understand that true power is better left concealed.”

“No matter how hard you act,” Clark said, “You’ll never win that Golden Globe. They’ll see you as the Razzi you are.”

“I’m afraid I’m better than you think, Clark,” Lionel laughed, “They don’t suspect a damn thing.”

He held out a paper with a number and “Meehan” written on it.

“Say Meehan and this number,” Lionel ordered holding up a voice recorder.

“And what if I don’t,” Clark asked.

“Eh,” Lionel said and shrugged his shoulders, “I’ll make your dad drown in his own blood and I’ll fuck your mom.”

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“Goddamn, mother fucking, cunt licking, son of a bitch,” Lionel yelled when he was told that only $2.59 remained in his account,” There was 57 million dollars in that fucking account!”

“I’m sorry Sir,” the woman said completely scandalized, “It was withdrawn two months ago.”

The phone shattered under the pressure of his hand and he hissed, “Lex!”

“Clark,” Lana asked as she walked in to see him standing there looking pissed.

“Wonderful,” Lionel said shaking his head, “This one.”

“About last night,” she said walking closer, “I’m sorry you found out like that.”

“You’ll get it over it,” he said throwing the ruined cell phone in the trash and walked by her rubbing his neck.

Lana just looked at him. Why should she have to explain anything? She was a grown person. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted. It wasn’t like he remembered anything anyway. Or…did he?

“We didn’t just meet,” Lana said looking at his back in that tight dress shirt, ‘He was in Paris over the summer and we spent a lot of time with each other.”

“How romantic,” Lionel said sarcastically, “A lover’s meeting first kiss shared on the banks of the River Seine.”

What the fuck? Was this Clark? Where was the goofy, confused, heart of gold farmboy at? Who was this strange man in the dress clothes pacing back and forth like some caged lion?

“He moved here to be with me,” Lana said, “It’s kind of serious.”

Lionel looked at her, “I’m not surprised,” he said walking slowly to her, “A man would sacrifice his right testicle to pluck your succulent fruit.”

Her jaw almost hit the floor. This was not Clark. This was some crazy person in his body.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” she hissed and moved to leave.

He started laughing, “I can’t help it, I’m sorry.”

She spun around, “I need you to promise me something right now, Clark.”

“Whatever you want,” he said not really giving a flying fuck.

“Keep your mouth shut,” she warned, “Don’t tell anyone about Jason or me.”

Lionel sighed, “I just don’t understand why you’re so interested in a high school football coach.”

She counted to ten…slowly.

“Think a minute,” he told her, “Do you have any idea what I have to offer?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I think I do.”

“Really,” he asked. That was easy.

“Yeah,” she told him, “Lies and a shit load of confusion. You were kissing Lex and stringing me alone for the ride.”

That stopped him, “Excuse me?”

He had thought that Clark and his son were close…but not like that. He had thought that Lex had been just joking around just to piss him off while he was behind bars…etc.

“Don’t you dare play fucking innocent with me, Clark Kent,” she hissed like an angry cat about to scratch his eyes out, “I saw him with his tongue down your throat and you whimpering for more.”

“What,” Lionel asked and was starting to feel a little sick.

“Bye,” Lana said and stormed out with dark hair blowing in the wind. Oh, she was pissed.

He stood there in shock. Now, here was a real shocker. His son had been serious. If only he had known. He could be in Lex’s body right now with this body under him…on top of him.

Damn!

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“Five minutes,” the prison guard told Martha as she walked in to see a very frightened Lionel Luthor looking at her with wide, wet eyes.

She took a seat and he smiled shyly, “I’m glad you came.”

“The only reason I’m here is because you said it involved the safety of my son,” she told him coldly.

“I know this is hard to believe but I swear it’s true,” he told her, “It’s me, Mom. It’s Clark.”

“You’re sick, Lionel,” she said with cold narrowed eyes and moved to get up, “You need some serious help.”

“You have to believe me,” he begged and quickly thought back to what he had read in his journal. Just how old had that thing been?

“Remember when I was little and I was playing tag with Dad in the front yard,” he asked.

That stopped her in her tracks.

“Suddenly, I started running so fast I was in the middle of Palmer Woods, completely lost,” he said and she spun around to look at him, “And you and Dad had to call Sheriff Ethan and when you saw me you started crying.”

Tears sprang to her eyes and he went on, “And I thought something was wrong with me and you said there wasn’t. You held me in your arms and told me that I was just special.”

“I’m your special boy,” they said at the same time and she ran to him.

“Clark? How? You’re memory? Are you okay? Of course not…look at you…my baby…how?”

“The ringing,” Clark told her, “It came from a stone. It was in Lionel’s hand and it had a symbol on it and it was glowing.”

“Oh, my, god,” she cried looking at him.

“And I thought he was going to hurt Lex, so I got in between them,” he explained as quickly as he could, “And the next think I knew I was in this body.”

“Then he knows about your secret,’ Martha said in deep concern and got up.

“No, Mom,” Clark said not wanting her to leave him, “You have to be careful. He could be anywhere.”

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Lionel stormed into Lex’s study in a new suit, “What are you doing, Lex,” he asked walking over to fix himself a nice drink, “Daydreaming about as usual?”

“I thought you didn’t like Soctch,” Lex asked from his desk and Lionel sniffed its heavenly aroma.

“You know me, Lex,” he chuckled, ‘It’s hard to resist a 27 year-old Highland.”

Lex’s left eye twitched and he slowly laughed along with him. Clark knew nothing about liquor.

Lionel turned to look at him, “I had a feeling you’d pillage your father’s collection.”

“How do you know that,” Lex asked looking at the way he was dressed. Clark?

“Because it all belongs to your dad,” Lionel told him and took a sip, “This castle, Luthorcorp, the cars, the jets, the maids, the butlers, the bitches, the hoes, everything! Even those goddamn cufflinks in your sleeves!”

Lex did not know what to think. What the hell was wrong with his friend? He let out a soft chuckle so as to calm him down.

“Clark,” he said and rested his arms on his desk, “I know you well enough to know that you do not speak to me like this or use such language. Your parents would kill you.”

“You’re so right, Lex,” Lionel smiled, “I’m just not myself today.”

Lex watched him drink the Scotch like it was nothing, “I’m under stress,” he said walking back over to get more of the sweet ambrosia, “I need 57 million dollars, Lex.”

“That is an interesting dollar amount, Clark,” Lex said.

“It’s not your money,” Lionel said drinking all of it down, “You stole it and I want it back!”

No fucking way! That is so not my dad in that perfect body! That goes against every stupid religion created by man. Nothing so vile or evil should ever be able to possess and taint something so pure and good.

“Dad,” Lex whispered and went for the gun in his desk drawer only for Lionel to have him by the neck in a second.

“Get on that fucking phone and wire my shit to me now, you ungrateful little bitch,” Lionel roared, “Or I’m going bowling with your shiny head, all right, Pumpkin?”

He slammed Lex down on the desk and Lex gagged, “Go head! Kill me you fucking bastard!”

“All I ever wanted was the best for you,” Lionel seethed, “And you destroyed me!”

“Dad,” Lex moaned as his lungs burned for air, “Please?”

Lionel suddenly felt sick and fell to the ground. Lex slid to the floor out cold.

Martha was holding a piece of kryptonite and ran to Lex only for Lionel to escape.

Shit!

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Jonathan walked in to hear the phone ringing and picked it up, “Hello?”

Martha yelled, “Get the meteor rock now!”

“What,” he asked in confusion.

“Lionel is in Clark’s body,” she yelled again.

Suddenly he was gripped and spun around facing angry green eyes that burned like twin emerald suns, “I thought I was invincible, but I was wrong.”

“Jonathan,” Martha cried over the line, “Is he there? Does he know?”

“Tell me what weakens me like that,” Lionel hissed and then roared, “Tell me!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jonathan told him matter of fact.

Lionel smiled and hurled him across the kitchen. Jonathan smashed into the glass cabinets and fridge. He fell along with the glass to the floor below. That had really hurt.

Lionel walked over and picked him up by the neck and held him up off the floor, “Tell me what it is, Jonathan!”

The cell phone began to ring, “Martha can’t help you now. Tell me what it is you stupid fool!”

The machine picked up and Lionel recognized that voice, “Is this thing on? Hello? This is for Clark. We have a problem. I’ve done some more reading and it’s not good. I hope you get this because you should see me ASAP.”

Lionel hissed and dropped Jonathan on his ass. Jonathan coughed and Lionel was suddenly gone in a violent wind.

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Lionel stormed into the visiting room to see Edgar looking at him, “Is that really you, Lionel?”

“No you fool,” he hissed, “Its Cupid. What did you find? What did the code say?”

“Turns out that the transference is eventually going to come to an end,” Edgar told him, “You will revert back to your original body.”

“When,” Lionel asked in fear.

“Any time,” the little man said.

“There must be a way to make it permanent,” Lionel said in thought.

“None that I can see,” Edgar told him, “Except murder.”

Green eyes lit up as Edgar rambled about how if he was to kill his own body then he would stay in Clark’s. He could live with that.

“Where is the stone,” Lionel asked looking around.

“Oh, yeah,” he said in annoyance, “The guards took it from me.”

“Excellent,” Lionel smiled.

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Clark was running for his life. The men blamed him for the death of their friend. He beat the shit out of one of them and everything turned to pandemonium.

Guards were running around and alarms were going off. This was not good. Everything was too chaotic.

Tables were overturned, paper was everywhere, and blood stained the floor. Some people were lying in the floor either hurt or dead.

Clark spotted Lionel walking through the chaos in his body looking like some dark God and he really hoped his plan would work. Suddenly, Lionel was standing right in front of him.

“What happened in concealing your powers,” Clark asked only to be gripped by the neck and lifted off the ground.

“Sorry,” Lionel said, “Only one Clark Kent allowed.”

“What are you doing to do,” Clark chuckled, “Go to high school and feed cows forever?”

Lionel snorted, “A farmbody,” he asked, “I’m a God.”

Clark moved his arm and the stone fell into his hand, thankfully. If he had dropped it, he’d be as dead as a doornail.

He brought it up and the stone began to glow with a hot golden light as he pressed it to his body’s hand. Clark’s golden soul and Lionel’s poison green switched instantly. The two of them were knocked flat on their backs in an explosion of light.

Lionel sat up suddenly feeling his old body heal. Clark had somehow healed him. The cuts and bruises were now gone. He felt just fine.

He was on his knees with tears in his eyes as he looked at the God before him in the tear gas haze. Clark was looking at him with such scorn in his emerald green eyes and he was suddenly gone in a flash.

Lionel looked at his hands. He had been healed. Something in him had changed. He felt dirty…guilty…ashamed.

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Clark was helping his parents clean up the mess Lionel had made of the house. He was so happy that his parents were okay.

“What else did Lionel do,” Clark asked softly. He had been too afraid to ask.

“Well,” Jonathan said, “You quit the football team.”

“Better call Coach and apologize,” Clark mumbled.

“He’s not the only one, Sweetheart,” Martha said, “Lana and Chloe came by to see you earlier and they were really mad.”

Clark just put he phone down. This was too hard. What was he suppose to do? He didn’t know. Everything had been going so well and now his social life was destroyed.

“Lindsey,” Clark asked, “Did I do anything to him?”

“Yes, and he stopped by to,” Martha told him, “He looked so hot I think perpetual ice wouldn’t stand a chance in his presence.”

Clark trembled. Now the boy he liked was pissed at him too. He started to laugh and tears fell from his eyes.

Jonathan and Martha went to him, “Sweetheart?”

“I’m fine,” he lied, “I need to go get that stone.”

“Oh no,” Jonathan said, “You’re going no where near that prison.”

“Lionel could find it again and switch bodies with anybody,” Clark told them.

“And risk having the same thing happen to you again,” Martha said, “No Clark.”

“Mom,” Clark asked looking at her, “Why were we in that cave?”

Martha turned to look at Jonathan and then at her son, “You took off flying and I just knew you would go to that cave because Jor-El is there.”

“I saw you with a different stone and you made the cave wall open to reveal a hidden chamber,” she told him, “You placed it on this altar and you walked back out sealing it shut behind you.”

“The stones are meant for me then,” Clark said, “None of this would have happened if I had gotten them when I was supposed to. Edgar said that there are three of them. One is in the cave…the other is at the prison…and it is no telling where the third is.”

“Lionel doesn’t seem to agree with you about the stones being yours,’ Jonathan said.

“He knows about your powers now,” Martha said, “He is more dangerous now that ever, Clark.”

“Not for long,” Clark said and looked up at the two of them from his seat on the couch, “He’s dying.”

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“It can’t be,” the doctor said in astonishment at Lionel’s new lab results, “Absolutely remarkable.”

“Doctor,” Lionel scoffed, “Please, tell me.”

“Mr. Luthor,” the man said in awe, “Your liver is entirely disease free.”

Lionel froze and turned to look at him laughing, “How can that be possible?”

“Not a clue,” the doctor told him, “This is the closest thing to a miracle I’ve ever seen, Sir. Have you been taking any regular medicines, supplements?”

Lionel shook his head, “No,” he said, “I don’t remember the past few days. I just feel that something here,” he said patting his heart, “Has changed…profoundly.”

The doctor looked at him and Lionel said, “I’m not…the same person I use to be.”

He turned and looked at himself in the mirror on the wall. He saw a healthy man who was going to live looking back at him with strange new eyes. There was something in those eyes that he did not understand.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.