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The
lilies appear two days after Lex leaves me crying in my room. The note reads: �I�m sorry, I just need to know.�
That man will never leave a good mystery unsolved. I know this.
I accept it. And yet, I don�t concede
to his wishes. He has enough already to
get what happened. I�ve shown him
everything he needs to understand.

This is
probably why I agree to meet him when he calls.
I don�t know how he got my number, but for some reason his voice is
actually calming. We make plans for the
next day and it makes me wonder why he�s taking so much time off his work for
this. It�s a futile adventure because
once Lionel finds out, he�ll forget and I�ll die. Nothing has changed.

As I
dress for our �date�, I think I want to look good. Just because he doesn�t remember doesn�t mean
he won�t appreciate. I might even be
able to wring one last fling out of him before his father puts a bullet between
my eyes.

The sun
is setting as I set out down the street.
People wave at me, I smile back.
This was the neighborhood my parents lived in, and many of these people
remember me from years ago. It makes it
easier to bear the loss of life as I knew it.

Lex is
waiting for me, out on the back patio.
He�s not wearing dress clothes today, which is a surprise. He�s decked out in a worn tee-shirt that I
remember sleeping in more than once and a pair of baggy shorts that he probably
bought on the island. And he looks good. He looks very good.

He rises
as I approach and he reaches out, as if to touch me. I won�t give him that though, not after what
he did the last time we spoke. Pulling
out the chair, he tries to hide his disappointment behind his motions. Once he�s properly seated, he leans
forward. �Thank you for coming. I hope that my previous actions don�t speak
too terrible for myself. I really don�t
want to hurt you . . . �

He
pauses, as if considering something.
�You say you�re not Jennifer Luke.
What should I call you then?�

That�s a
great question, deserving of a great answer.
I look around, and the sight of the great volcano Haleakala inspires
me. �You can call me Pele.�

He smiles
and takes a sip of the alcohol he�s drinking.
�Pele, the volcano goddess. Very interesting choice in
names.� Setting the glass down,
his body relaxes. �All right Pele, will
you tell me about yourself?�

�No.� My answer pulls a short bark of laughter from
the man. He was silly to ask a question
like that and get an answer.

�All
right then, how about your �ability�.
Can you tell me about that?�

I
nod. �Yeah, I suppose. I was born this way. I�m not actually a �meteor freak� in the
strictest of terms. I�ve always been
able to store and distribute memories to other people. However, with the disaster came new
abilities.�

�Like
what?�

�I can
tell when someone is lying. Even over
the phone. I can sense the emotional
states of those that mean something to me, even over great distances. And in a way, I can manipulate emotions. Not perfectly, but I know what buttons to
push instinctively. Because of these new
developments, my parents decided that I wasn�t going to be raised in Kansas anymore. Within a week of my release from the
Smallville Med center my family moved here and I left that life behind.�

�But you
didn�t. You came back.�

�Yes, I
did. My parents died on this
island. They�re buried not one mile from
here. My aunt took me in. I lived with her in Metropolis until I
emancipated myself and moved back to Smallville.�

�Why? Why would you come back?�

With
total honesty in my voice, I tell him the same thing that I told him the last
time he asked. �I felt like there was
something drawing me back.� I suddenly
realize that he�s drawn the confession right out of me. I told him I wouldn�t tell him about myself,
and now I�ve gone and done it. He�s
smiling slightly.

Well
played Lex, well played.

�Why
don�t you just ask what you really want to know? About Jenn and yourself. There�s obviously things
burning on the back of your tongue.�

He takes
a sip of his drink and relaxes into his chair.
�Why the sudden change in heart?
I thought you didn�t know anything about her.�

�Do you
want your answers or not?�

The sharp
tone in my voice bring him forward again, all
business. �Why was I sleeping with
you? Why would you die if the truth came
out?�

�First of
all Lex, there are reasons you don�t remember seven weeks of your life, and
they have nothing to do with your sanity.
I�m one of them. Your father�s
past is the other, and mixed in there are secrets about the people around
you. If I tell you everything, Lionel
will find out and take them all away again.�

�Is that
what you�re afraid of? My father? Because I can protect you.�

�You
couldn�t protect me last time. Why would it be any different the second time around?�

He�s
getting frustrated. His brow is drawn
tight and he looks like he wants to scream again. Then, he has an idea. �What if you showed me, instead of telling me?�

It�s a
good idea, but the knowledge is the deadly part, not the way it�s given. A part of me really wants to do this
however. I don�t have a life
anymore. Why should I care if I�m
killed? My death will be in vain when
Lex is committed again, but for a short amount of time, I may be able to regain
what I miss the most and leave this world happy.

�Fine.� The decision is made. �Tomorrow, come back to my home and I�ll show
you everything you want.� That�s not
true. I will never reveal Clark�s secret and I will never fully
reveal mine again. But, I can give him
what he needs. And perhaps I can change
fate.

~!~!~!~!~

She has
me lying facedown on her bed, my head comfortable and resting on a pillow. I can�t help but take a deep breath of her
scent and it relaxes me. She�s in the
other room, �preparing herself� so she says.
While I wait for her, without my shirt, and feeling
very vulnerable.

�How much
do you want Lex?�

Her voice
startles me and I look at the door.
She�s standing, the sun shining behind her and casting a halo around her
figure. �I need to know everything about
my father. I�d like to know about
us. Everything.�

She nods
and crosses the room. Lying next to me,
she doesn�t touch me immediately.
Instead, she calms her breathing before rolling on her side and placing
her hands on my exposed skin.

�This is
going to take a while. If you fall
asleep, you�ll be able to remember everything that I�ve given you during that
time. So, just relax and open your
mind.�

The
images begin.

~!~!~!~!~

He�s so
small, wrapped in his father�s arms.
There�s no pain, instead an overwhelming amount of fear and he doesn�t
want to open his eyes. If he does that,
he�s going to have to face up to the fright inside of him and his father would
never understand. His father always told
him that he couldn�t live his whole life afraid. But seeing that man hanging
and seeing the cloud rushing towards him had been the single most petrifying
event of his childhood.

He feels
a warm hand on his forehead and momentarily he thinks it might be his
mother. His eyes crack. It�s not her.
It�s another boy who looks about the same age as he is. He smiles back, feeling calmed, before
darkness sweeps in.

That same
boy awoke three days later to a pair of curious eyes looking down at him. He hoped it�d be the boy that calmed him, but
instead, it was a girl. She giggled,
seeing he was awake and kissed his forehead.

�Who are
you?�

�I�m the
happy fairy. Would you like me to make
you feel better?�

The boy�s
body was sore; it felt much abused, and he nodded. This happy fairy looked more like a little
angel and he didn�t think it would be a bad idea for her to spin her magic.

She
leaned forward once more and kissed his lips.
However, he was suddenly pulled into his mother�s arms. It was an old memory that he�d forgotten as
her red hair whipped around his face and she laughed with him.

Opening
his eyes again, he muttered a thanks before falling
back asleep.

*

�Lex! I have a favor to ask!�

The boy
is a man now, filled out and worldly in his ways. He glances up from his morning coffee to the
smiling face of his business partner, Lana.
He notices her beautiful face and her trim figure, but he never had a
thing for women like her.

�What can
I do for you?�

Lana takes
a seat and glances around, almost like she doesn�t want someone to hear. �One of my waitresses is being evicted. I was wondering if you could help her
out. Maybe talk to the land lord or
something.�

Sometimes,
Lex feels like a king in Smallville.
Everyone is always asking for his advice or his help. But, he likes that. He likes feeling wanted. If his own father can�t manage it, he�ll have
to find some way to validate his life, and Smallville has plenty of
opportunities.

�I�ll see
what I can do. Is she here?�

Lana nods
and points to the figure serving coffee five tables over. Lex can�t believe he�d never noticed her
before. She�s supermodel tall, with the
body to match. A pair of obscenely long
legs peak out from under the skirt she�s wearing and Lex has to shift in his
seat. �Hey! Jenn!�

The
figure straightens and a pair of achingly familiar eyes find
his. This woman, this Jenn, smiles and
heads over. �What�s up boss.� She laughs a
little. �I should say bosses. I�m Jenn by the way, Mr. Luthor.�

She holds
out her hand and Lex shakes it, feeling a calm wash over him. �Lex, please. I hear you�re having some problems with your
residence.�

Jenn
looks at Lana and frowns. �I thought we
were keeping that between the two of us.�

The
brunette shrugs. �You need help. And Lex can help you. I just don�t want to see my best waitress out
on the street.�

She huffs
and looks back at Lex. Again he�s struck
by how familiar her eyes seem.

*

�Thanks
for letting me stay here Lex. I know
it�s not your duty to offer a home to every employee that doesn�t have one, but
it means a lot.�

The woman,
dressed in casual street clothes, sits on his couch and relaxes. Lex watches her tuck her feet under her
before he looks away. He�s got work to
do and a million other things. He
shouldn�t be entertaining a twenty-something employee with a body made for
mischief and heart made of gold.

�It�s not
a problem. It�s not like you�ll be
staying for long.�

There�s
that familiar look in her eyes and it draws him in, compelling him to take a
seat across from her. �I like to see my employees
taken care of, even if it�s just a waitress.�

Her sweet
laughter rings out through the empty corners of the room. Lex doesn�t think he�s heard anything so
comforting since . . . well, since his mother died. Honestly.
�Well, that�s good to know. I won�t
be a bother.� She stands. �I�ll keep to my room and try not to get in
your way.� Jenn smiles warmly and starts
for the door.

Lex is
out of his seat in a flash, catching her before she can make it out of the
room. �Don�t worry about bothering me Jenn. I want you to enjoy your visit, not sulk in
the shadows. And, I don�t think you
could ever get in my way.�

Her hands
came up to his chest and Lex sighed, closing his eyes to the sensation. He knew he shouldn�t enjoy her touch so much,
but it was intoxicating. �In that case,
can I use the pool?�

Jenn�s
words opened his eyes and he smiled. �Of course. Enjoy
yourself.�

�Would
you care to join me?� The suggestion was
there, as was the desire. Lex knew he
had work to do.
He should be looking over those reports for Gabe
and finishing up his quarterlies.

He found
himself saying, �I�d love to. Give me
twenty minutes.�

Neither
was sure who was more shocked by his acceptance, but Jenn didn�t seem to be
about to complain. She chuckled,
allowing her hands to drop and walked away.

Lex
watched her go, a smile tugging at his lips again. He�d never used the pool before, he told
himself. It was about time.

*

�Jenn,
come sit with me.�

The woman
turned her wary eyes to Lex. He was
practically begging her. �Why? The last time we sat down together we ended
up screaming.�

�I know. And I�m sorry. It�s just, every time I let someone get close
to me, they fuck me over. Everyone. I
understand that you�re upset with everything that�s been happening recently. But, it�s not a big deal.�

�Not a
big deal? You�re father killed his
parents Lex. That seems like a pretty
big deal to me.� She huffed, crossing
her arms. Lex couldn�t believe how
wildly sexy she was when she was upset.

He crossed the room to her, pulling her into his arms. She resisted, both hands rising to his
chest. That image of the beautiful woman
became distorted as her anger washed over him.
He could sense how upset she was with him.

�What are
you doing Lex?�

�Something
I should have done a long time ago.�

And he
kissed her.

*

The �tattoo�
on her back drew his lips and he ghosted over the tinted flesh. He could smell the henna and it was such an
earthy scent. Very
real, honest. Unapologetic in the
way it filled his senses. Just like
Jenn. His hands raised and followed his
lips, coming to rest on her neck. Just
like the way she used to be. Before he ruined
everything.

There was a rage inside of him that he could barely contain. A rage that made him want
to squeeze and end her life. End the
suffering caused by yet another woman who�d infiltrated his carefully placed
defenses and wrecked havoc upon his heart.

But
something stopped him. Perhaps it was
the way she laid beneath his touch, totally still and enjoying herself,
completely unafraid. He�d never seen her
so at peace before.

And he
didn�t know why. He couldn�t understand how
someone could proclaim love, then turn around and
double cross that same �love�. For what even? He
didn�t even know why she did it.

She
shivered beneath him and he stilled her body by placing kisses along her spinal
column. He was so far gone, that her
betrayal hurt deeply enough to send pain cursing through his mind. But, he loved her. His eyes closed and he lay beside her. She�d curled into his frame and her hand fell
to his chest. But, perhaps it wasn�t her
hand. It could have been his. The distinction, in his mind, where she began
and he ended, was a frail one. As his
eyes closed, she fell asleep and the words were out of his mouth before he
could stop them.

�I love
you.�

*

�What do
you want from me Lex? What can I give
you that I haven�t already? What haven�t
you already torn from my psyche that you could need?�

The man
had grabbed the woman, squeezing her upper arms with a strength that he didn�t
even know he had. �I want the
truth! I need it. After what you�ve done to me, I deserve that
at least!�

�You�re
crazy Lex. Abso-fucking-lutely
crazy. Do you realize that? Something�s happened to you. You�re not the same. I�ve given you what truth I can. And yet you turn me away. What can I give to you that will convince you
of this?�

He hit
her across the face, hard, and ignored the sound of her body hitting the
ground. �You could have given me your
love. That would have been all I needed
to know that my life wasn�t meaningless.�
He turned back on her, eyes gleaming.
�But you couldn�t. You give me
memories that you say are from my father.
You try and help me understand what he�s done. And all this time, you�ve been in his
pocket. How could you
do this to me?!�

�Go to hell Lex. If you can�t see the truth . . . then fuck
you. You don�t deserve it.�

�Oh, I am
in hell. And it�s your fault. It�s all your
fault. You- I let you in, I loved you. And you do this. Why?!�

His
anguished cry echoed through the mostly empty halls of the mansion. Lex rubbed the back of his neck, trying to
work out the cramp that�d been there for weeks now. But, it was to no avail. It never was.
Maybe Jenn was right. Maybe he really
was going crazy.

Perhaps,
but he still had a grasp of what he knew.
He still knew the truth.

�I didn�t
have a choice. I was trying to protect
you.� Her whimpered cry was filled with
tears. He resisted the urge to turn and
pick her up; to take her in his arms and comfort her. Instead, he stalked to his desk and picked up
the pictures littered there.

Throwing
them at her prone form, he growled down at her.
�Protecting me and consorting with the enemy are
not the same thing Jenn. There�s a very large difference. And because of your inability to keep your
fucking mouth shut, I�ll be stopped and my father will walk free.�

Her eyes
glanced over the pictures before her. They
were very well done, not very grainy at all.
Because of this, the mirth and laughter in her eyes was clear. You could practically see the happiness
boiling out of her. And it made him even
angrier.

She
looked up at him before slowly climbing to her feet. She reached out to touch him, but he
resisted, wanting no power to sway his resolve.
He just wanted her to admit what she�d done and then wash her from his
hands.

She took
another step forward. He was about to
step away when his security force entered.
Except, they were lead by his father. Which could only mean bad
things.

No one
said a word as Jenn was pushed out of the way and �his� security force
surrounded him. �It�s time to go
son. You need help. Which you won�t find here.� Lex�s father turned
his head ever so slightly to glare at the female.

His men
grabbed him and Lex struggled for all he was worth. If he was institutionalized, his father would
find a way to make him forget. He�d lose
his evidence, he�d lose him memory of what his father
had done. He shouted in protest as they
managed to push a pair of hand cuffs over his wrists.

As he was
forced towards the door, he heard Jenn cry out and suddenly she was elbowing
her way through the men, and reaching out with her hand again. Her fingers came in contact with his face for
only a moment. But it was enough to see
what she wanted him to see.

�If you ever see my son again Miss
Luke, I will kill you. I have allowed
you to remain alive for as long as you have because of the memories you�ve
given me. However, this will not excuse
future disobedience. Do you understand?�

Her laugh rings bright. �Oh Lionel. How can you not see that your son is happy? For once, he�s content. Why do you have to ruin that? No, here�s a better question?� Mirth fills her eyes and she looks like she�s
realized that she�ll win in the end. �Why
do you think that he won�t remember what you�ve done?�

His father growls. �Because,
you won�t be around to remind him.�

Lex�s
world went black.

*

Her hands
come off my back and my eyes pop open.
The images are still coursing through my head.

So, we�d
fallen in love. And then, I thought she
betrayed me. And then, I found out, in
the end when it was too late, that she really was trying to just protect
me.

I can
feel her move herself off the bed and her footsteps cross the room, almost
silently. She�s leaving me to digest all
this information. And, from what she�s
insinuated over the last few days, probably to get her affairs in order and
prepare for Mr. Luthor, the senior.

I roll to
my back, amazed to see that sun has long since dipped beneath the horizon and
it�s almost two in the morning. I take a
deep breath and sit up; my head spins. I
push the vertigo down and stand and go to find her.

There�s a
lot that I still have to think about, but now I know what I�ve been
missing. Now I know why the last month
of my life has been so empty. I find her
in the kitchen, her shoulders shaking as she stares out at the ocean.

And I don�t
think. I just go to her and pull her
into my arms. She turns without me
saying a word and her arms cling to my neck.
I hold her, and let her cry. She�s
lost so much.

Just because she loved me.

That old
sensation that I haven�t felt for two years starts to build behind my eyes. I won�t cry.
I can�t. It�s not in my nature to
cry and it hasn�t been for a long time.
But, I�ll give her what comfort I can.

After
all, it�s all my fault, just like usual.

Her sobs
are dying as I bend and sweep her into my arms.
She makes to protest as we start for her bedroom, but I silence her with
a kiss to her forehead. As we reach the
mattress, she slides out of my arms and stands in front of me. Her eyes are so beautiful, shining in the
dark.

She
reaches up, and puts a hand on my cheek.
The image of that �Happy Fairy� flashes through my head again and I
smile. �That was you, wasn�t it?� She nods silently
and I can�t help but kiss her. And pull her
close, searching for comfort that I know I�ll find in her arms.
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