DISCLAIMER - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them when I'm done with them. Story, such as it is, copyright Karen Colohan, September 2002.

PURE

by Karen Colohan

Memory of cold and wetness, a murky darkness that surrounded and overwhelmed, dragging him down... Pressure that burned his chest and stole the last of his breath... Drowning, close enough to death to leave the confining prison of his body behind and fly free...

It still haunted Lex, catching him at unexpected moments when his guard was down.

He wasn't sure what disturbed him most about the memories. Was it realising just how close to dying he had actually come? Though Lex had never really been troubled by his own mortality before.

Or was it the fact that he had been torn from the most gloriously pure experience of his life? Not that Lex had ever become overly acquainted with the notion of purity in the past.

And yet, that was the word that came to mind when he recalled his incredible flight over Smallville. Freedom, exhilaration, wonder, joy... he'd felt them all as he flew, together with the most amazing sense of - renewal.

It had ended too soon, though. Luthors were destined to be earthbound, it seemed. Lex could still remember the jolt as he was pulled back, tumbling out of the sky into his cold, numb body. There had been shock and sadness, a feeling that he'd lost something he would never find again.

Lex sighed.

He couldn't help but wonder, if he'd just ignored the pull of returning life and kept on flying... Perhaps he might have found his mother again, heard her soft voice and felt her touch. Even now, there were times he missed her so much.

His lids fluttered shut, sparse pale lashes caging the emotions Lex hated to show even when he was alone.

There was nothing to be gained by this game of 'what if'.

Besides, if he hadn't returned he would never have looked into the beautifully earnest blue/green eyes of his own personal saviour. He would never have known the touch of Clark's mouth on his, breathing life back into him in more ways than one.

Farm bred innocence, the very embodiment of everything Lex had felt as he soared above Smallville. For Clark, he had come back, though he hadn't known it then. And Lex had to question the purity of his motives when his lips tingled with the remembrance of that kiss of life...

Blue eyes flickered open and Lex smiled.

He could fly on the wings of that memory too.


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