AN: Similar sort of slightly AU for season 10 (and completely ignores the comics) as my last fic. Clark and Lois broke up rather than getting engaged, Conner and Clark lived on the farm together starting in 10x16 "Scion," but a few years have passed since then and they now have an apartment in Metropolis. Also the neurotoxin didn't take or they found a cure or whatever, point is Lex has his memories.

"I think it's probably magic," Clark said after finishing his inspection of Lex.

"What makes you say that?" asked Lex, clearly expecting some sort of in-depth explanation of why Clark thought Lex's current predicament was caused by magic, rather than some meta-human power or mad science or kryptonite or any of the number of other things that could possibly go wrong in their lives.

Clark shrugged. "Just a hunch." A really good hunch, because Clark has had a lot of experience in these kinds of things in his time as Superman and has gotten pretty good at feeling them out, but still just a hunch.

Lex glared, clearly less than pleased with that answer, but unless he had more information that he wasn't sharing, that was the best Clark could do. Of course, it wouldn't make sense if he were hiding things, since Lex was the one that had called Clark at 5:30 in the morning and then spent half an hour convincing Clark that yes, he really was in trouble and wanted his archnemesis's help, and no, this wasn't a trap, but then Lex had never had any problem eschewing the sensible and logical route if he was feeling stubborn about something.

"Look," Clark said, "do you want my help or not?"

Lex glared at Clark for a moment longer to make some point that Clark completely missed, then held his arms up in silent, yet petulant agreement.

Fighting a grin, Clark grabbed Lex, and balanced the slightly chubby and completely adorable five year old on his hip before flying the both of them back to his apartment.