by Karen Colohan

Lex doesn't remember the first time he met Clark. Everything about the day of the meteor shower is shrouded in a haze of confusion and pain.

Martha sat him down one time and told him the tale of how the Kents found him and his father and drove them to hospital. She'd smiled when she recalled how her little boy had reached out to the younger Lex.

Watching Clark now, Lex wishes he remembered that touch. Then, he doesn't have to search for a buried memory, because Clark's hand brushes his cheek. Their eyes meet and it feels like fate.

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