The Sins of the Father Part IX The Conclusion

A Smallville Story By Merrie Thomas

Disclaimer: If I did own anything from Smallville, you would see my name in the credits, now wouldn't you? Alas, I've checked and it's not there.

Summary: Lex has been targeted by an assassin, and it's up to Clark to save him before it's too late.

Characters: Any and all, including Pete! and Lucien Caldwell, my very own evil, crazy, frightened, and frustrated OFC. Also including Elaine Nightweather, a minor character that does a not so minor thing.

Author's Note: First of all, I am so VERY SORRY that this took so long to post! Getting ready for college is hell on your fanfic writing schedule, believe me. That aside, thank you again for your kind reviews!! They really do inspire me to write for all of you. This should be the last chapter by the way. So, thank you for reading, and I hope you liked my story!!

Rating: This story is rated PG-13 For violence, language, and drug use.

Chapter Nine

"We're almost within city limits, where do you want me to go next?" Elaine turned to receive an answer from her passenger, Lex Luthor, only to find him passed out on the seat next to them. She frowned in slight worry. He hadn't been looking well in the last few hours and now he looked even worse. His complexion was that of rice paper and his forehead was beaded with sweat. Elaine didn't know what was happening to him, and she didn't like it. In fact, she would have pulled the car over right then and there to check on him if he hadn't seemed so insistent on getting to Smallville as quickly as they could. As it was, she was nearly within it's limits in only two hours instead of the usual three. It was a miracle that they hadn't been pulled over actually. Elaine briefly pondered over the fact that maybe they hadn't been pulled over due to the now unconscious passenger next to her. She frowned and looked back to the road, noticing the 'Welcome to Smallville, Meteor capital of the world' sign. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and struggled to bring Lex back into consciousness. "Excuse me?" she called out, seeing his eyes open wearily. "I'm sorry to wake you, but we're here in Smallville and I need directions on where to go next."

"It's alright," Lex said slowly. "I'm not mad. It's probably a good thing that you woke me up as well." Elaine wondered what he meant by that, but Lex didn't elaborate. He merely gave her the directions she needed and collapsed back against the seat. He didn't fall asleep again, but he looked like he needed it. Elaine only hoped that whoever this Clark Kent was, he would be able to help the young man beside her.

Jonathan Kent couldn't help but marvel over the changes that had come over his household in the hours since Lex had been taken. 'These teenagers can certainly come together in a crisis,' he thought, watching them work on finding Lex. Unfortunately though, they had had little luck in that regard. It pained him to even think it, but Jonathan was beginning to wonder over the younger Luthor's safety. 'Who can tell what that mad man who took him will do to him?' Once again, he sent up a silent prayer for Lex's safety. Jonathan then let out a small, bitter laugh. 'It's ironic, isn't it? I think I was just beginning to respect Lex, if not trust him enough to be around Clark, and something like this happens.' He glanced over to his son who was having an intense conversation with Chloe Sullivan. He briefly noticed a small spark between the two, but as soon as he witnessed it, it was gone. He used to think at one point that his son my fall in love with and marry Chloe one day, but that notion vanished when he stopped and looked at her. 'I hope she knows what she is doing,' he thought with a small frown. 'It doesn't take much to see that Chloe was genuinely worried over Lex, not that the rest of us aren't, it's more than that though. I think Chloe has a crush on him.' He glanced over at his wife and wondered if she had noticed the same. He chuckled at that. 'Of course she has. I have never known a woman as observant to what's around her than Martha.' In fact, she seemed to be noticing something right now. What was it? His eyes widened as he heard a car pull up out front. He and Martha rushed outside, hoping it was someone with news on Lex.

"What do I do, what do I do?" Lucien repeated to himself over and over. Ever since Lex Luthor had escaped, he had been fearing for his life. He had abandoned the warehouse and relocated himself in a cheap hotel in the hopes of disappearing off of the face of the earth. He wasn't a complete fool. He knew that if he didn't get away now he could kiss his ass goodbye. There was no question on what would happen to him should he ever be found out by anyone working for the Luthor's. "Damn it!" he yelled at himself in a mixture of fear and frustration. "I should have never done it! I should have just left them all alone!" 'But what about Emily, you coward? What about her vengeance? What would she say if she knew that you were chickening out now?' "But I am a dead man. And there's no way I will ever be able to get close to Lex Luthor again. Besides, he knows me now. He'll have people searching for me, won't he?" There was no answer to that one.

"We're here." Elaine said as she drove down the long driveway to the Kent's yellow farmhouse. She pulls to a stop in front of the house and turns to her side. "Do you need any help getting out?" She asked softly, again noticing his condition. "You should really get to a hospital, you know."

"I know. Don't worry about me though. I'm sure there's at least a few people in there that have been worrying about me all night." He turned his eyes away from the farmhouse to meet Elaine's. "I don't know how to thank you for getting me out of there. If there is anything--" Elaine cut him off with a hand before he could say anything further.

"There is no need, Mr. Luthor. I did what I felt was necessary. I'm sure you would have done the same, given the chance."

"I'm glad you have such faith in me. Not many people would." he said, opening the car door. "I just realized something, I don't even know your name." He said, a little surprised.

Elaine smiled. "You weren't meant to. Nice meeting you, Mr. Luthor. Take care of yourself."

"Call me Lex." Was all he said before closing the car door. Elaine smiled and drove off, hoping she wasn't too late for the wedding.

Once the woman had left, Lex turned back to the farmhouse. Slowly walking up to the front porch, he noticed movement inside. The front door opened, and Martha and Jonathan Kent stood before them, looking as if they couldn't believe their eyes. "Lex?" Martha called out. Lex wanted to say something, to at least acknowledge his presence, but he found he hadn't the strength. His eyes rolling up into the back of his head, Lex fell to the ground, slipping back into the arms of the waiting abyss.

Seeing Lex fall, Martha and Jonathan immediately ran out to him. "Lex?" Martha called out. "Can you hear me?" Martha had taken some first aid training as result of living and working on a farm, and one glance at Lex told her many things. None of them were good. She turned to her husband. "Jonathan, we need to get him into the house right now." Jonathan nodded and turned to call his son. He nearly toppled over in shock as he noticed Clark was standing at his shoulder, looking down at Lex with a frown. "Clark! You scared me! We need to get Lex into the house right away!"

"I heard." Clark said. He then leaned over and scooped his unconscious friend into his arms.

"Oh my God, Lex!" Chloe shouted, on seeing Clark pick him up. "What's wrong with him? Is he breathing? Tell me he's breathing? Why are you carrying him? How did he get here?"

Chloe would have gone on if not for a hand on her shoulder. She quickly turned around. It was Pete. "It's alright, Chlo. Lex will be alright. He's safe now."

"I'm not entirely sure that's true," Martha whispered once Lex was safely placed on their couch.

"What do you mean?" Chloe asked, worry lacing her words.

Martha put a hand to Lex's face, noticing the blood there. She had seen split lips before, that wasn't what had her worried. What worried her was the fact that Lex's complexion was even paler than normal, and with how fair his complection was normally, that was saying a lot. Martha briefly considered that Lex must have been a red-head when he had hair. Only in red heads had she ever seen a complexion normally that pale. She put a hand to his eye lids and slowly raised them. She wasn't surprised to see that his pupils were both fixed and dilated. She then turned and looked at both of his arms, gasping as he saw his black and blue hand. "What is it, Martha?" Jonathan asked over her shoulder.

"I think his thumb is broken or at least dislocated." She said, indicating his right hand. "That's not what has me worried though," she whispered, glancing around the room to make sure no one else overheard. She turned over Lex's other arm and showed him the track marks. "This worries me though. I'm afraid he might be drugged."

"Drugged?" Jonathan whispered back, anger evident in his voice.

"Yes. I don't know a lot about drug effects Jonathan, but I'm worried he might be overdosing right now."

"Then we need to get him to a hospital!" Jonathan shouted, forgetting himself.

"What?" Chloe asked, coming over to Lex's side. She gasped as she saw him up close for the first time, placing a shaking hand on his bloodied lip. "Oh, my God. What's wrong with him? Why is he unconscious?"

Martha sighed, and sent a small glare at her husband. Once he was suitably chastened, she turned back to Chloe. "I suppose you'll all want to hear this, so you might as well come here. Hurry though, time is of the essence." She waited a minute as Pete and Clark moved in beside Chloe. "I'm afraid Lex has been drugged."

"Drugged? Drugged with what?" Clark interrupted.

"I'm not sure, it could be anything. That's not all though. He could be overdosing for all I know!" Martha shouted, more than a little fear in her voice.

"Lex probably does, Mom." Clark whispered, sending up a small prayer that his friend would be alright. He didn't like speaking ill of Lex, especially not at a time like this, but he felt he had to. "I think Lex used to do drugs back in Metropolis."

"That would explain the marks I found." Martha said with a frown.

"What marks?" Pete asked, leaning in to get a closer look.

Martha sighed. She didn't feel right about showing them what Lex would not want shown, but she could see he had no choice. She picked up his forearm and showed them the marks she had found. Chloe gasped.

"He must have done a lot drugs for there to still be marks now." She whispered, almost to herself. "Look at this," she said, pointing to the most recent mark. "This one looks new. What has that bastard done to him?"

"I'm not sure, Chloe. We need to wake Lex up to be sure. Help me?" Martha turned to Lex and began gently shaking his shoulder. "Lex, we need to you wake up. Lex?" Her shaking grew more insistent, but it was no use. "He's not waking up." she said to her audience, her face pale.

Chloe moved forward and said, "Let me give it a try." Martha nodded and moved out of the way. Chloe took a deep breath and shouted, "ALEXANDER JOESPH LUTHOR! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!!!!" Surprisingly enough, Lex came to suddenly, and nearly fell off of the couch in his shock.

"Ug, why are you shouting at me?" He groaned, putting a hand on his face.

Chloe couldn't say anything for the moment, she was too embarrassed and shocked by what she had done. She turned to her two friends who were staring at her in shock as well. 'I'll bet they didn't even know Lex's real name was Alexander.' She thought, her brain not fully aware that Lex was awake and speaking with her.

"Chloe? How did you know Lex's real name was Alexander? I didn't even know that." Clark said, still looking at her in shock. He turned to Pete, who seemed to be wondering the same thing. "Did you know that Pete?" Clark asked his friend. Pete shook his head.

"Yes, yes. My real name is Alexander. There, are you happy now?" Lex grumbled from the couch, bringing their attention back to him.

"I must say, I never knew that either, Alexander." Martha said, trying to lighten the mood. "But that's beside the point. We need to know what drugs the man who kidnaped you gave you."

"Oh, it has to be heroin." Lex said with a frown. "I wouldn't be feeling this depressed otherwise." Martha decided to ignore that comment for the time being. "Don't worry though, hopefully it's almost out of my system by now. I know because I can think clearly again."

Martha sighed in relief, her hands shaking a bit. "Thank God." After a moment, she continued. "That's good to know, Lex. I wasn't sure if you were overdosing or not."

"Oh it was close, believe me. If that bastard had given me any more, I would have been." Lex said in a small voice.

"How did you escape then, if you were nearly overdosing?" Clark asked.

"The stupid bastard left my one arm uncuffed after he gave me the heroin. I simply dislocated my thumb to get the other handcuff of and I made my way out of there."

"You were handcuffed?" Jonathan asked in a sick voice.

"It's no big deal. I've been handcuffed before. How do you think I learned how to dislocate my thumb?" Lex was feeling surprisingly open and chatty this evening. He frowned at that, but laid it off on the heroin.

The room grew silent at this. To tell the truth, no one really knew what to say next. Even Chloe still seemed a little lost for words. Seeming to notice their distress, Lex spoke up. "I don't know how I can ever thank you for worrying about me."

"But we weren't able to find you!" Chloe interrupted. "If you hadn't escaped, you could have been--" Chloe's eyes widened and she calmly walked out the door and onto the front porch, unable to stay any longer.

After a few moments, Clark spoke up. "I'll go out and talk to her." he said, making his way to the front door. He stopped when he heard Lex's voice.

"Clark, stop." Lex called out, sitting up on the couch. "This is my fault. I'll go talk to her." Taking a deep breath, Lex stood up on his feet and made his way out the front door ahead of Clark.

Clark began to protest, but was interrupted. "Let him be, Clark." Martha said to him. "They have a lot to talk about." Realization alighting on his face, Clark slowly nodded and came back into the living room. He turned to look at Pete and couldn't help but wince at the brief look of sadness that crossed across his face.

"Come on, Pete." Clark said, putting a hand around his friend's shoulder. "Let's go into the kitchen and get something to eat."

Pete sighed, but nodded. "Alright Clark. I just hope she knows what she's doing."

"Me too, Pete. Me too."

'God, how could I have been so stupid?' Chloe berated herself silently. 'I nearly broke down right there in front of him. I can hold my emotions in better than that, can't I? I'm Chloe Sullivan for pete's sake! Not Lana Lang!' Chloe paused a moment, considering. 'How the hell did this happen? One minute I'm fine, lusting after Clark, the next I'm head over heels for none other than Lex Luthor! When did this happen? Where was I?'

"I'm not sure when it happened, but I know you must have been somewhere with me." A voice cut through her thoughts. Chloe turned around quickly, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping.

"Oh God, did I say that outloud?" Chloe wanted to curl up and die, but she sniffed and held her ground, hoping Lex wouldn't be able to see her blush in the dark.

"You did indeed, Chloe." Lex said, granting her a small smile, wincing at his exercised his split lip.

Chloe smirked, thinking his gesture would have been more meaningful if he didn't look like a crazed vampire with the blood from his lip still on his chin.

"What are you smirking about?" Lex asked, confused.

"You look like a vampire." Chloe said, glad for the opportunity to talk about something besides the supposedly inner monologue that he had just overheard.

"I what?" A confused look passed across his face before he realized what she was talking about. "Yes, I suppose I do look rather dreadful, don't I?"

"Just a little. We'll have to get you cleaned up." Chloe smiled, but her smile dropped after a few seconds. "Lex, are you ok? I mean, really ok?" She paused again, considering how much to say. "I was really worried about you." She said finally.

"I'm ok Chloe. I've been through worse, believe me." He looked long and hard at her before noticing something. "Do you want to go and sit down? After everything that has happened today, my legs aren't feeling as steady as they should be right about now.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Yes, we can go and sit on the porch swing!" Chloe said, leading the way.

After they were seated, Lex sighed. "Chloe, I want to be honest with you."

At this, Chloe tried to keep a straight face, but inwardly she was reeling. 'Oh God, here it comes.

Lex continued, somewhat unaware of her inner conflict. "Of all the people that I could have thought about today when I was kidnaped, the only person I could think about getting back to was you."

Chloe didn't know what to say. She just sat there in stunned silence, barely breathing. Lex went on. "I'm sorry if this complicates things, and I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, but I had to tell you. Today has been a day of re-evaluations. Re-evaluations of myself, and of how I want to spend the rest of my life. I sat there, in that awful empty warehouse, chained to that goddamned chair, and I knew I had to tell you how I felt about you." Chloe started to say something, but Lex stopped her with a raised hand. "Please, let me finish. I need to do this. I'm not good at sharing my feelings, so if I don't do this now, I might never be able to again. I just wanted to let you know that I care for you." He paused and took a breath. "That's all, I've said my piece."

"So this means I can talk now?" Chloe asked. Lex nodded. "Good. Now I'm not sure when it happened, but I began to care for you as well, Lex. I've never pursued it because I worried about how my friends and family might view the two of us together." Lex started to protest, but Chloe went on. "Don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind. My father is your boss, you're a billionaire and I'm in high school, not to mention the fact that you're at least five years older than I am. All of these things have stayed my hand. But today, when you were...well, when you were taken, I had some time to do some re-evaluating as well. What I came up with was this: I couldn't stand the fact that you might die not knowing how I felt for you. I simply couldn't stand it."

"So where do we go from here?" Lex asked, casting his eyes off into the distance.

"How about we go into the house, get your face cleaned up and your thumb bandaged, and we'll just have to see."

"That sounds like a plan to me. Shall we?" Lex asked, standing and offering Chloe his uninjured hand.

"We shall. We shall indeed." Chloe said with a smile, taking the proffered hand. The truth was, she had no idea where to go next, but as long as she had Lex beside her, it didn't matter.

The End

A/N: It's done, it's done! does happy dance Goodness gracious people. I am horrible at finishing stories, but yet, thanks to your reviews pushing me on, I did it! Thank you SO VERY much for reading!! You truly make my day. I hope you liked my story, I'm kinda wondering over the ending. Also, Lex and Chloe may be a bit OC, but they were feeling retrospective and so was I, so that's my excuse. Anyway, that's all she wrote. Literally. Well, until the sequel at least. I was nice and made this ending not to TBC, but this is far the last you'll hear from me. Oh, and not everything well be smooth sailing for our favorite couple. I can't wait. evil grin PS. The sequel will be called Downward Spiral. That just implies that everything will turn out just fine, doesn't it? hee hee hee I love drama.