Pairing/Character(s): Clark, Lex
Disclaimer: don't own anything; all characters belong to CW/DC Comics
Word Count: 426
Summary: Some days, he could hardly believe they had once been friends.
Author's Notes: For my theechochorus table, prompt: strangers
It wasn’t really much of a surprise to Clark when Lex had turned up alive. Much like a cat, Lex Luthor seemed to have nine lives.
Clark braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, but it never came. It seemed that if Lex still remembered his secret, he wasn’t going to do anything about it.
Lois and Clark were assigned by Perry to interview him. How Lex agreed for an interview and much less by the two of them, Clark didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to question it.
When they arrived, Lex was perfectly polite, yet appropriately reserved. It was the first time Clark had seen him since he came back from the dead, but he managed to keep his emotions in check.
During the interview, Clark desperately tried to search for even a bit of the man that he used to once call his best friend, but much to his disappointment, he couldn’t find anything he remotely recognized in this Lex Luthor.
So he concentrated on the interview, just grateful that Lex wasn’t threatening to expose him. Things could be worse, Clark decided.
However, later on, they did. Lex’s thirst for power had not yet been quenched and now he had even more grandiose schemes. It seemed that his alter ego, Superman, and the rest of the Justice League constantly had their hands full with whatever Lex had come up with that week.
While Clark Kent and Lex Luthor hardly interacted, Superman and Lex Luthor became fast enemies. Lex proclaimed his hatred of Superman and the Justice League to whoever would listen. With Lex slandering their name, they had to work doubly hard to remain in the good eye of the people.
I can’t believe that we’ve gotten to this point, Clark sometimes found himself thinking, after stopping one of Lex’s plans. He still remembered the days when Lex and he used to hang out in his barn or in Lex’s mansion, Clark just happy to spend time with him.
There were times, when they were arguing, that Clark swore he saw a hint of remorse and longing in Lex’s eyes. But he would blink and it was gone. He was probably imagining it anyway.
They had both made mistakes during the course of their friendship, but Clark still couldn’t believe that they gotten from being so close to practically strangers.
“Trust me, Clark. Our friendship is going to be the stuff of legends,” Lex had once told him.
He didn’t think that these were the type of legends that Lex had been talking about.