Trust Me

By Shakespeare's Girl

A/N: Not terribly slashy, but could be seen as pre-slash. Something I wrote long ago and only just realized had been complete for months.

Lex Luthor stared at Clark Kent. "One day, Clark, you will want to trust me with all your secrets. I only hope I want you to share them when that day comes."

Clark swallowed convulsively, sinking down onto his couch as Lex's words burned their way into his brain. He doesn't think I'll ever trust him. He thinks it's already too late. But it isn't. It can't be. Can it?

Clark bit his lower lip. "Lex--"

"Don't, Clark. Not now." Lex walked away, down the stairs, and Clark was reminded of the day he'd told Pete about his superpowers. Lex would react differently, but couldn't Clark do the same thing now?

Tell him. Do it now, before it really is too late.

Lex was almost to his car by the time Clark made up his mind. With a brief prayer to whatever power ruled the earth, he sped down to Lex. And past him. He got in Lex's car before Lex even noticed Clark had followed him.

Green eyes twinkled with mirth as Lex opened the door and gasped. "Oh god! Clark, do not do that to me! Appearing out of no where like that is liable to give someone a heart attack."

The sparkling eyes dimmed into confusion. "You--you knew?"

Lex grinned. "Clark, think about it. Genius level IQ, diabolical father. Luthor intuition. I was bound to put it together sometime."