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Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters in my story (unfortunately) or they would spend most of their time in sappy circumstances ---preferably naked.

PAIRINGS: Clex (of course!), Lionel/Lillian

WARNING: Alternate Universe, Futurefic, lots of sap (believe me!), a little angst

RATING: PG-13

SUMMARY: Clark Kent had finally met his Prince Charming in Lex Luthor but sometimes fairytales do not end with a happily-ever-after. How will Lex fight for their happy ending?

AUTHOR�S NOTE: Ho!Ho!Ho! My summary reminds me of our local soap operas --- they are known for using every possible clich� that you can find.

This story has been long in the making due to my incessant pc problems. It was inspired by the movie classic Sabrina and the more sappily, pick-up movies of our day (guess which movies I�m talking about). Hope you like it.

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REACH FOR THE STARS

December 31, 2005

10 PM
�I�ll take you to the stars, Lex.�

Clark never thought that he would have the temerity to utter such promise and he cringed inwardly dreading the cutting response coming from those sensuous lips�lips that gave him so much pleasure�lips he have showered with so much love.

In the twilight of that announcement came remembrance�a week of happiness that made him quiver�made him wish that he could turn back time.

Lex heard this phrase countless of times before, perhaps in different contexts uttered by past lovers but Clark never thought that he would join that particular bandwagon. He had also heard the usual response to those avowals.

Clark had wished for Lex to be his ever since he could remember�perhaps since he realized what loving someone meant.

Yet they were never meant to be together. Lex had deceived Clark and Clark ---Lex�they hid a lot of important things from each other, things that they should have told each other before they let things progressed as they did. In turn, both had lost each other�s trust.

Their story would have been a fairytale�the stuff of legend or so Lex said�.
Christmas Eve

1998
Once upon a time on a little town just outside of Metropolis quaintly called Smallville there lived a small boy in a large castle, the castle was very large indeed and have many servants.

There were gardeners who take care of the garden and a tree surgeon on retainer. There were specialists to take care of the grounds ---the outdoor tennis court and the indoor tennis court, the outdoor swimming pool and the indoor swimming pool. Then there was a man with no particular title who took care of the little pond where there lived a goldfish named Dick.

Luckily, they were far enough from any large body of water that they did not require a boatman to put out the boat during spring or scrape its bottom in the winter.

In this same castle lived a housekeeper named Martha Kent who was imported from Metropolis along with the valuable heirlooms of the family. Mrs. Kent had lost her husband and their farm during the meteor shower of �89. She, along with her newly adopted son, Clark, moved to Metropolis until the day Lionel and Lillian Luthor hired her as the castle�s cook.

Now, Mrs. Kent was one of those independent women who wanted the best for her son. The meteor shower was both a curse and a blessing to her. On the same day she lost her husband, she found an abandoned boy in the cornfields. Her little boy was so special, a gift from heaven (both literally and figuratively) and she swore to protect her son and his secret as long as she lived.

Clark was everything she would wish in a son --- obedient, thoughtful, courteous, handsome, sometimes painfully shy and oftentimes too curious for his own good. He had taken to following the Luthor�s only son, Alexander, no matter what he did around the castle. Alexander ---Lex to his friends, didn�t seem to mind his small shadow and perhaps found it quitesingsing to see someone so faithful and worshipful as Clark was.

Strangely enough Clark could never speak a word in front of Lex, so painfully shy in the presence of his hero. He would just smile brilliantly, a smile that Lex declared as akin to sunshine breaking out of storm-tossed clouds.

Clark would often climb a tree overlooking the grand ballroom of the castle and would stay there the entire night watching the Luthor heir either danced the night away with beautiful young debutantes or joked around with his school pals. Unbeknownst to the Luthor patriarch, Lex had a quaint habit of arranging assignations with his beautiful dance partners. They would meet secretly in the indoor tennis court ---where Lex would bring a bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. He would start with a simple conversation aimed to flatter his companion and they would end up horizontal in the said court �just another notched in his bedpost.

Yet this happy set-up never lasted for long. By the next gathering Lex would be having what Clark called �It�s not you�but it�s not me either�� conversation which often ended with Lex�s standard catch phrase �There�s nothing left to say�.� These break-ups were oftentimes loud and angry (on the part of the �dumpee�) but eerily calm on Lex�s side.

Clark knew that his hero-worshipping�okay, obsession with Lex was not healthy for someone his age much more towards the member of the same sex. He would have declared himself a freak (not counting his other worldly gifts) and the situation totally hopeless if he hadn�t seen proof that his dreams might not be too unattainable at all that Christmas Eve of �98. He knew that Lex�s favorite make-out spot was the indoor tennis court but there were also times when the older guy would just disappear early during the gatherings and would reappear several hours later with a smug look on his face and a noticeable stiffness in his graceful gait. Those were the times when Clark couldn�t find Lex and his chosen partner in the court.

Clark was grumbling like any twelve year old forced to do something that he didn�t want to do. He wanted to go back on his tree where he would wait for Lex to reappear and join the hundred or so guests of the Luthors. His mom had asked him to go to the greenhouse where she had some fresh herbs she needed for some last minute garnishing of her turkey dinner. Clark, not needing any light to trudge his way to the greenhouse due to his eyesight that could rival and surpass a cat at any day, heard a low moan coming from one of the gazebo�s just five hundred meters away from the greenhouse. Thinking that somebody needed his help, he sped silently to the said gazebo only to stop dead when he heard Lex�s distinctive voice calling out roughly.

�Yesssss�harder Jake�harder.�

Clark approached stealthily and what he saw made him gasp. Fortunately the two occupants were so busy and noisy themselves to notice that quick inhalation of Clark. Clark couldn�t take his eyes off the young god in front of him. He barely noticed the other man with Lex. His innocent eyes tracked down Lex�s body�from his bald head that made him look fragile and unique, down the lightly muscled chest, down the long shapely legs deliberately bypassing the rampant manhood of his idol�dwelling on well-shaped thighs and feet. Lex was hairless all over, his skin a flawless ivory that contrasted sharply against his partner�s darker hue. Unable to avoid looking at the part of Lex that he was relatively curious about (is it hairless too?) he finally gave in to the temptation. Lex�s manhood was a work of art to Clark�s young eyes. Not having anything to compare it against except his own Clark decided that Lex�s penis was the most beautiful thing in the world.

The increasing sound coming from the two men signaled the culmination of their activity and pushed Clark to leave before he was discovered. He ran to the greenhouse, quickly finding the herbs he was supposed to pick and went back to the kitchen handing them to his mother with trembling fingers.

�H-here mom�I�m g-going back to my tree if you don�t have anything for me to do, t-that is.� Clark stammered.

Martha Kent frowned with concern at the unsettled look on her son�s face.

�Is everything alright, Clark? You look flushed�are you sick?�

�Me..s-sick�of course not, Mom. I just run from the greenhouse�.�

Mrs. Kent still looked worried despite the explanation but decided to let it drop for the moment.

�Okay, you may go�but come back at 11 o�clock to help serve the food.�

�Of course, Mom.�

Clark ran back to his tree and immediately scaled up the branches. He sat there for what seemed like hours to him. Thinking about the things he�d seen and things he�d felt.

The warm tingly feeling that settled on his lower body was completely alien to him�well, more strange than his gifts of strength, speed, keen sense of sight and hearing. These gifts became more pronounced just last year. They frightened him but his mother said that he was special and that only special people were given these abilities. He asked his mother if she also had �gifts� because she was pretty special too. His mother just laugh and hugged him *although he thinks that he was too old for hugs. he�s eleven and three quarters for pete�s sake!).

�Clark, thank you for saying that but I�m not that special to everyone, just to you. You, my baby, is just a bit different.�

�So is Lex kinda special too, Mom?�

�Why do you ask?�

�Because the kids at school was asking me why Lex doesn�t have hair. They think that he has cancer or something like that. They said that that he was different from other people�a freak. That makes me a freak too, right?�

�Clark, that�s not true at all. You and Lex are both unique. Lex�Lex lost his hair during the meteor shower and he was sick for a long time. Looking different from other people or having different abilities does not make you bad�it only means that you�re destined for greater things, Clark.�

Clark�s thoughts were interrupted when he heard his name being called by his Mom.

�I�m coming, Mom.�

Clark tried to brush the leaves off his white shirt and dark slacks worn for special occasions when he had to help serve during parties in the castle. He approached his mom who clucked at the telltale stains on his shirt and tried vainly to straighten his hair. Clark was handed the platter containing the thin slices of turkey and the fresh herb garnishing that caused him so much conflict.

Clark carefully balanced the platter and started his rounds in the ballroom. He smiled shyly at the matrons cooing how cute and helpful he was. He was so involved in executing his duties perfectly that he didn�t noticed that his mom was also efficiently helping gathering discarded champagne flutes by his side. They neared where the elder Luthors were standing observing the festivities around them.

�Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Luthor.� offered Martha Kent courteously.

�Martha�and young Clark�why are you doing the serving?� Lillian Luthor asked in surprised.

Lillian Luthor , widely regarded as the Grand Matriarch of Metropolis, was an unusually warm and kind hearted woman ---that was quite unusual for women of her status. She was the perfect counterpoint to her husband�s austere and arrogant personality. Lex was said to have had inherited her charm and disregard for the status quo.

�Clark had agreed to be the Ben�s last minute replacement. Ben twisted his ankle this morning while hanging up one of the lanterns. We couldn�t get anyone else at such short notice.� Martha explained politely.

�Is Ben alright?� Lillian asked with real concern.

�Yes, Ms. Lillian. He just needed to rest for a day or two.�

�You don�t mind the job, Clark?� Lillian asked the boy warmly.

�Ah�no ma�am. It�s not really hard at all.� Clark replied shyly.

A smugly smiling lex sauntered over to join in their conversation. He bent down to kiss his mother�s cheek after civilly nodding a greeting to his father. He smiled at the Kents and noted bemusedly that Clark�s cheeks had reddened cutely.

�Martha, the food as always, was superb�especially the turkey or so I heard.� Lex sincerely complimented.

�I�m glad you like it Lex. I�veost ost forgotten the herbs in my hurry. I have to send Clark out tonight to get some from the greenhouse�it wouldn�t have�.� the rest of Marha�s statement was lost to Lex who�s head came up sharply at the mention of the greenhouse. Now he knew the reason why Clark was blushing furiously and why he couldn�t look him in the eye. He realized that you had to pass closely to the gazebo before reaching the greenhouse and if Clark was out there tonight�oh god!

It was Lex�s turn to bl Ma Martha noticed his sudden change in color and she looked from Lex to her blushing son. Martha Kent was not totally insensitive to the things happening around her and she knew that Clark couldn�t stop talking about Lex. It was always Lex this and Lex that. She also noticed how Clark looked at Lex ---it was not the look of an innocent little boy with a bad case of hero-worshipping. It was something else, something more intense and it frightened her.

She knew her son was different from any other boy in Smallville --- or even the whole world come to think of it. She was afraid that Clark, wanting to impress Lex would be tempted to confide in him and in the process, Lionel Luthor would also be privy to the secrets she was trying to hide. Martha had no doubt whatsoever that Lionel would exploit her son. He might have tried to hide his dark deeds to Lillian or Lex but she was sure that he wouldn�t let such a golden opportunity pass.

�Mom, Mom! Are we finished here yet?� Clark�s voice woke her out of her daze.

�Oh�yeas. Please excuse us.� Martha politely took their leave of the Luthors.

That night Martha Kent was unable to sleep for a long time. She wanted Clark to grow up safe and sound and it would never happen if he refuses to stop following Lex around. The young heir might not be a carbon copy of his father but he definitely had a streak of ruthlessness about him ---a thirst to prove himself to a father who remained indifferent to his accomplishments. No, as long as Lex hadn�t found his niche in the cut-throat world of the Luthors, Clark would be in danger.

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After hours of turning and tossing, Martha finally had a viable plan in mind. However hard it was for her and Clark, she was going to send him away. She knew someone who would be able to take care of him and help him in controlling his abilities. Cassandra Verne. She was one of their neighbors when they still had a farm. Cassandra was one of the unfortunate victims of the meteor shower ten years ago. She lost her sight but another gift replaced it. She was able to foretell the future. Cassandra decided to move to Japan eight years ago believing that Asian medicine could help her in ways that Western doctors couldn�t but they had kept in touch throughout the years. Cassandra was the only other person whom she had confided to about her son. Martha and Clark were given a long-standing invitation to come and stay with Cassandra and she finally decided to accept in behalf of Clark. She wanted to send Clark to Kyoto, thousands of miles way, hoping that distance would dim the attachment he seemed to have developed for Lex. Tomorrow, she would call Cassandra explaining her plan. Then she would tackle the most difficult part of her plan ---talking to Clark.

TBC....
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