"To End All Evil"
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Post-Jitters.
This is scene is placed the following morning. Of course- it probably wouldn't happen, because then Lex Luthor
might not grow up to be a super-villain.
I'm of the opinion that if something like this did happen, things would
be radically different- it would end the future as we know it. Hence the title.
I also tried to cover some plot holes in the show. And then this fic kept going, and going, and
going… Damn Energizer Rabbit fic.
Author's Rant: Did anybody
notice that Smallville isn't small? I
mean- 45,000 people in Kansas would be one of the huge towns. Try 5,000 if you want to get realistic.
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The beat-up pickup truck drove forward through the open gate as
the guard waved it on. The reporters
milling around looked at it jealously, but the driver was unconcerned. The truck passed around the curve in the
road, parking in front of the stone fortress-like mansion. A man got out of the truck, dragging fingers
through blond curls before shoving work-hardened hands into the pockets of his
faded jeans.
Jonathan Kent strode purposefully up to the door, the heels of his
cowboy boots clicking on the flagstones as the butler held open the front
door. The very proper looking man in
his expensive suit looked Jonathan up and down disdainfully before turning
away, adding the required 'If you would please follow me, sir. Master Lex is in his office."
The two men walked, one behind the other, through the silent echoing
corridors, neither willing to talk. It
was a long walk, through clean, but somehow gloomy halls, past sitting rooms
with antique furniture, and statues of medieval armor. They came to a large wooden door, and the
butler opened it, stepping in to announce, 'Jonathan Kent, sir.'
"Thank you, that will be all." Lex motioned with one hand, eyes still glued to the computer
screen in front of him.
The stuffy man left, leaving Jonathan standing in front of the
large wooden desk, the Luthor behind it almost oblivious to his presence. He was framed by large windows that were
covered with gauzy curtains. A crystal
chandelier hung from the ceiling, an oriental rug lay on the floor, and the
walls were paneled in dark wood.
Lex looked up. "Sorry
I didn't come down to meet you. I have
to get the proper reports filled out by the environmental department and the
safety department before OSHA will let me re-open. And if the plant isn't open, people don't go to work. And then they don't get paid." He looked back down at the screen.
Jonathan nodded. "I
understand. I could come back
later?" He sounded almost unsure.
Lex waved a hand.
"No, no. I'm almost done
reviewing this- just another paragraph.
There. I'll e-mail it back to
the departments, and they can make the changes." A few keystrokes, and he looked up again. "Well, Mr. Kent, what can I do for
you?"
Jonathan took a deep breath.
"Talked to Clark last night- about what you did
yesterday." He paused, then went
on. "Talked to some of the other kids
too." He looked straight at Lex
Luthor. "You're a brave young man,
Mr. Luthor. I'm glad my son knows
you."
The young man in question just sat, frozen behind his desk,
looking a little surprised. He found
his voice with a soft, "Ah... thank you, Mr. Kent." It was obvious that he had expected
something else, accusations maybe.
Jonathan quirked a smile.
"No, thank you, Mr. Luthor."
He shrugged a little. "But
you're busy, and I've got more chores to do.
I won't waste anymore of your time." He backed up a step.
"And thanks for seeing me."
Lex quickly stood up, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm always happy to make time, I'll... walk
you out."
The two left the large room, walking side by side through the wide
hallways back to the entrance. The bald
young man motioned towards the walls.
"I really should move my office closer to the front door, but the
view's better back here. Most of the
rooms where first built centuries ago, and the windows are rather small. I couldn't stand working in a cave."
Jonathan grunted.
"Place looks rather gloomy."
"It is gloomy."
Lex replied, and then set his shoulders. "You asked around?
About me?" He sounded
curious, not angry that Jonathan had double-checked Clark's story.
The farmer answered him, thoughtful, but looking down the
hallways, not at Lex. "Martha says
I'm stubborn. I know I am. Man has to be stubborn, to hold onto his
land, hold onto what he's got."
Lex nodded, and they came to the front door. "It doesn't hurt to stick to your
guns."
"Yeah." Jonathan
stepped out, then turned around.
"Martha's making chicken-fried steak tonight. With mash-potatoes and green beans and apple
pie for dessert. If you're not busy,
we'd be glad to have you."
A small smile turned up Lex's lips. "I'd... like that. I
should know by six if I can make dinner."
The farmer grinned, "We usually eat at five-thirty."
The city born-and-bred man blinked. "That early? Uh, by
four then."
Jonathan walked back to his truck. "Just give us a call."
"Sure thing."
The truck drove off, and Lex went back to his office. He buried himself in the paperwork, making
notes to himself and returning some phone calls. Trying not to think about what his father had done yesterday- and
how it had felt to be so betrayed.
Thinking about Jonathan Kent helped. Lex smiled to himself, as he dialed another number. The man had all but apologized. In fact- Mr. Kent had apologized- the only
way a small-town farmer from the Midwest could. Clear as day, without saying the words.
Later the phone rang. Lex
picked it up, "Lex Luthor."
"Son."
"Father." Lex's
voice was cold, distant.
"How's everything going?
The plant re-opened yet?"
"No." He glanced
at the clock on the wall. "It will
be by noon."
"So late? I thought
you would have the local authorities well in hand by now." The voice was calculating, mocking.
Lex sneered. "We made
the front page of every paper in the nation, father." He had seen the pictures on CNN.com, the two
of them pulled into that ridiculous parody of an embrace. But the press had bought it- and that's all
daddy dearest would care about.
"You can't get that kind of publicity and then fudge the
paperwork. Some grubby-pawed reporter
will get wind of it."
"Still, I would think you'd be able to work faster than this." Lionel sounded bored.
Lex sighed. "Would
have, but the security cameras weren't taped.
I was getting the system upgraded- we had the cameras up and running,
but no hardcopy was being made. It took
time to get the eyewitness reports, since there wasn't a tape."
"Oh really..." His father paused. "At least you're learning."
"Yes, it was a learning experience all around." Sarcasm dripped from his words. "Now- if you don't mind, I need to get
going. I have a lot to do."
"Very well. Goodbye
son."
"Goodbye." Lex
hung up. Leaned back, stared at the
phone. He sat up, pulling open the
bottom drawer to his desk. There was a
black VCR tape sitting there, and as Lex lifted it, looking at the spine, the
clear print reading: 'Plant 3, Tuesday'.
Lex dropped it back in the desk drawer sliding it shut. Looked at the mountains of extra paperwork
on his desk.
"Clark," he whispered, "What I do for you...."