by Karen Colohan

Once he's drunk the tainted champagne it's not long before Lex slips into a drugged sleep, head tipping back as his face relaxes. Seeing him like this reminds Helen just how young he really is. It's too easy to forget when the full force of his personality is burning behind his eyes. Now, there's no trace of the man so driven to learn Clark Kent's secrets.

For just a second it makes her pause, but then she remembers Lex in that blue lit room, confessing to an obsession that he can't let go of.

When it's time, Helen doesn't hesitate.

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