by Karen Colohan

When the lights fail, plunging him into darkness, Lex can't quite suppress the shiver of unease that travels down his spine. He's lived in Smallville too long not to wonder if the sudden blackout presages yet another incursion by a crazed meteor mutant.

Lex's hand reaches up, curving protectively around the back of his head, automatically anticipating a blow. Instead, another hand slides over his, big and warm, reassuringly familiar.

"The power went out at home too and I thought you might need some company," says Clark's disembodied voice close by Lex's ear.

Leaning back into the touch, Lex smiles.

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