Smallville - Life is Not a Rehearsal

Dearest happyminion and lexcorp_hope:


I’ve never liked good-byes; they make me nervous. I prefer 'I'll see you around -- yeah, I hope not sporadically."*

Smallville
Life is Not a Rehearsal


It's strange to see the castle without staff and paintings and... stuff. It's not the belongings that have made him comfortable though. He’s always been afraid he’ll break something priceless and be banished to the garage, and truthfully, Clark's never come to the castle for the furniture at all.

He finds Lex in his office, except Clark isn't really sure if it's still an office if there's no books or desk or purple pool table whipping Clark's hormones into a frenzy. The sun is casting red and purple light on the floors, and Lex is studying bookshelves that have nothing on them at all.

Clark hesitates in the doorway. He'll never see Lex this way again.

"I still can't believe you're leaving," he says, wincing slightly at the echo of his voice in the room. It seems cavernous. The caves don't echo this way.

When Lex turns around he has this strange look on his face, on anybody else Clark might call it wistful. "I'm not going far," he says ruefully, brushing his hand over his scalp. "It's not as though you can't come visit me whenever you want."

Clark shrugs before stepping into the room. "Yeah, but it's not the same. You won't be right down the road anymore."

Lex's smile is a small thing, tiny and almost indiscernible to anyone who doesn't know him well. "It's only Metropolis, Clark," he says meeting Clark somewhere in the middle of the room. "You'll be there yourself in the fall."

Clark shrugs again and looks down at his hands. There are all these things he'd love to say, but his hands don't have any notes scribbled on them. He has no idea what to make this better. He feels like everything is falling apart. "I know -- it's just. It's not the same. Everything's changing."

"It always does." Lex's face is suddenly right there, blocking out Clark's view of his hands and offering him nothing but the friendship that's come to mean so much to him.

Clark looks up, and Lex steps back.

Clark takes a moment, just a small one to take in Lex in all his black and purple glory. He's wearing a white shirt today with a dark purple, almost violet tie. The top button of the shirt is unbuttoned which is strange and new; Clark swallows dryly. "I'll miss you."

Lex smiles again and this time it reaches his eyes. "You don't have to miss me," Lex says, reaching out and placing his hand over Clark's. "Even when I'm gone, I still won't be far."


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Clueless is, like, the best movie!