FIC: SPN/SV - Interlude in 5 Parts - Lex/Dean, Clark - PG13
This is a sequel to A Love Story (which should be read first or this one won’t make a bit of sense), and is a prequel to a third story in this series Appearances Can Be Deceiving which is almost, but not quite completed yet.
He had just finished up a conference with Tokyo when Clark came in. He should have known something was up then.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
NOTE: The next to the last section happens sometime mid-Smallville Season 4 arc, before Jason appears to lose his mind.
SUMMARY: He’d talked to Jason that morning, listened to him rant and rave about his mother and trust, before having to cut him off for the conference call… he wondered how he’d managed to get into trouble in under three hours.
Interlude in 5 Parts
He had just finished up a conference with Tokyo when Clark came in. He should have known something was up then.
“Clark, what a surprise,” and it was, Lex couldn’t even really remember the last time that Clark had walked into his office and wasn’t spitting curses and screaming betrayal at him before he was even fully through the door.
It took him a moment to recognize the pity in his eyes; no one had ever looked at him with pity before. At least not that he could recall and he didn’t care for the feelings that it called up in him in the least.
Clark hovered for a minute, looking young and indecisive. Sometimes it was hard for Lex to remember that Clark was only seventeen, others time he seemed much older then seventeen.
When he could still count Clark amongst his friends sometimes Clark had looked just as old and world weary as Lex sometimes felt.
At the moment they couldn’t be called friends, barely could be considered acquaintances and Lex wasn’t even sure why exactly he was there.
It wasn’t like they were even on speaking terms at the moment.
“Lex…” he stopped, still hovering in the doorway like he didn’t want to interrupt and the expression on his face said that he really didn’t want to be there.
“What can I do for you?” Lex looked away. Focusing on the papers on his desk, hoping that it would relax Clark enough that he would say what he needed to say.
“Jason’s missing.”
It was said in a breathless rush, like Clark couldn’t spit it out fast enough.
Lex looked up, ignoring the twinge in his chest. The little tickle of fear and unease that crept up his spine.
He’d talked to Jason that morning, listened to him rant and rave about his mother and trust, before having to cut him off for the conference call.
He glanced at the clock and wondered if it should surprise him that Jason could get himself in trouble in under three hours.
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His room was in just enough disarray to tell Lex that there had been a fight; there were drops of blood on the floor, a smeared handprint on the door.
Not enough to cause Lex to think that Jason might be dead, though just the fact that they were there told him that Jason had not left under his own volition.
Genevieve was nowhere to be found, though he’d been told that the police had contacted her shortly before Lex and Clark had arrived at the house.
She didn’t seem concerned. Lex was probably being concerned enough for both of them though he was attempting to do his best not to show it.
Jason was an employee, a sometime friend. If he showed the fear that he was actually feeling someone would know that there was more then just friendship.
They’d let him in, Clark a hulking shadow behind him, because they didn’t dare stop him.
Not when he probably looked like he’d murder the first person that told him something he didn’t want to hear.
He was already making plans to call in the FBI, to talk to the private detectives that were supposed to be keeping Jason in their sights at all times.
Jason might have been his lover but that didn’t mean he trusted him any further then he could throw him.
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He was bruised and battered and he should have been in the hospital. If he’d gone there would have been questions that he couldn’t answer, that he’d never been able to answer. Besides he’d be healed in a few days and seemed a waste of time to take up a bed that someone else could use.
So instead he had come home and had to contend with Clark Kent.
“Do you think he knew?” Clark was hovering again. Lex wondered what was different about now that hadn’t been different before Jason had disappeared. Because something had obviously changed to cause Clark to make the attempt at friendship once more.
“Do I think who knew what?” Though Lex knew who Clark was referring to. Knew what he was referring to and he rolled his shoulders and ignored the pain in his back and side.
“Do you think Jason found out what his mom was planning?” Clark rolled his eyes, expression saying that he thought Lex was an idiot.
Lex shook his head.
He had thought that, for a day at the most. Contemplated that Jason might have found out what Genevieve was up to and tried to put a stop to it, causing Genevieve to remove her own son from the equation.
But then he remembered that Genevieve’d had her son so completely under her thumb that sometimes Lex had thought of cutting him loose because he didn’t like that Jason was blindly loyal to anyone but him.
That blind loyalty was also why he didn’t think Genevieve had anything to do with Jason’s disappearance, because even if Jason had disagreed with her plans he would still have gone along with them.
So he didn’t think she’d had anything to do with it, but he did think that Genevieve had known more then she’d let on to the police and to Lex.
Not that it mattered anymore.
There was an envelope on his desk. He hadn’t opened it yet because he had been told by the private investigators that they contained photos from the cameras that he’d had watching Jason’s every move.
Stills taken from the cameras on the day that Jason had gone missing.
Cameras that Jason hadn’t known about.
Cameras that might tell him whether there was a possibility that Jason was even still alive.
He’d call himself seven kinds of a fool for putting them in, and at the time his purpose had been two-fold. Protect Lana from Jason and protect Jason from his mother.
Eventually it had become less about protecting Lana and more about protecting Jason.
Because he might not have had a mother figure in his life but even he could sense that the relationship between Jason and his mother was not right. That Jason was uncomfortable around her, there had been times where he’d seemed to be almost afraid of her and that had just pushed every single protective button that Lex had.
He hadn’t trusted Jason but that didn’t mean that Lex could have walked away if he was in trouble.
That was just one of pitfalls of taking someone you didn’t trust as a lover, eventually you felt responsible for them and tried to help them even when they tried to shove a knife in your back.
Though Jason hadn’t quite done that, but Lex figured that it was only because he hadn’t got the chance before someone had made off with him.
“Are you going to look at them?” Clark nodded his head at the envelope walking across the room to stand on the other side of the desk. Waiting expectantly.
Lex wasn’t sure if Clark was here for him or for Jason, or for some reason that Clark wouldn’t tell him about until it tried to knock him unconscious and kill him.
He twisted his mouth and picked up the envelope, dumping the contents on the desk.
8x10 photos, black and white and blurry to the say the least.
Clark ran fingers over them, separating them out on the desk and when his hand stilled Lex looked down to see what had caught his eye.
And felt that damned twinge again.
Jason unconscious, the picture had been blown up and even with it being black and white Lex knew that there was blood on his face.
He was being carried away from the Teague’s house by a man that Lex had never seen before. But one that he would expend every ounce of determination that he had to find.
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The next envelope had two discs in it. Clark was, of course, there again and Lex wondered if he’d moved into the mansion and he’d just not been privy to the information yet.
It wouldn’t surprise him; sometimes his staff seemed to like everyone but him.
Clark was the one that dumped the envelope out when Lex handed it to him, the discs were numbered and he looked at Lex with an arched eyebrow as if to ask what he was supposed to do with them.
Lex just looked at him with an arched brow in return and Clark finally shrugged and put the disc with the large #1 on it in the DVD player. Big hands fumbling with the remotes to turn the TV on and hit play on the DVD player.
Lex drew in a breath at the sight of Jason on his screen, thankful that Clark’s gasp was louder and therefore drowned out any sound he’d made.
Jason larger then life, cocky grin on his face and Lex sat down heavily on the couch with his glass in his hand, suddenly glad that it was alcoholic instead of the bottle of water that Clark had tried to foist on him when he’d walked in the room.
There was a younger man with him and the disc seemed to be a series of clips that just served to let Lex know that Jason wasn’t going by Jason anymore.
The boy that he called Sam kept calling him Dean, his brother and Lex’s eyes narrowed as he watched.
Because each second that the disc played he saw Jason acting less and less like himself and Lex wondered what they’d done to him. How badly they’d hurt him in order for him to answer to a name not his own and what they’d threatened him with to keep him from calling Lex for help.
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He recognized the boy from the moment that he entered the coffee shop. Giant loping steps and he wondered where Jason was.
They traveled together, every disc that Lex had gotten from his detectives showed the two of them together.
Jason still answering to Dean, still calling Sam his brother. John Winchester his father.
He had to kick Clark under the table to keep him from staring openly at the boy and scaring him off.
He watched from the corner of his eye as the boy ordered two coffees, as Lana took the order and then leaned on the counter to watch the two of them.
They were a mystery to her and she wanted to solve it. She couldn’t understand how they were friends again, and the one time he’d tried to explain it (let alone Clark who couldn’t bumble his way through conversations on the weather) he’d probably come out sounding extremely gay.
‘Jason disappeared and Clark’s been helping me to track him down.’
It had sounded gay to him from the moment the words had popped out of his mouth, but he was trying the truth of all things and that was nothing but the truth.
Jason had disappeared and now Clark spent the majority of his time helping Lex sift through leads.
They’d posted the obituary in the hopes that it would cause something in Jason to surface. But there had been nothing, and Lex knew that he’d seen it, he had the disc for the day that the newspaper had come out and Jason had seen it and not responded to it all.
Just drank his coffee at breakfast, stealing bacon off Sam’s plate when he wasn’t looking.
“Lex,” Clark hissed and he looked up to see Sam looking at the pictures.
Looking at Jason’s picture because that was the one that he was standing in front of, staring at it with something like shock.
They didn’t hear the conversation with Lana but he didn’t think he needed to.
Sam asked her about Jason, Lana answered with her ‘we dated’ which made Lex want to kill her because it had been three months of dating and he and Jason had been fucking for almost that entire time, plus an additional three months after they’d broken up.
If anyone should be answering with that sad, devastated look on their face it should be him.
Except he wouldn’t.
Because that wasn’t what he did. His relationships didn’t cause sadness or pain, they just caused the significant other to attempt to kill him and it was probably good that he couldn’t marry Jason because that was just a surefire way for Jason to try and kill him for his money.
Even though he had plenty of his own now that Genevieve had been declared dead.
Sam smiled at them, nodding his head as he left.
Lex gave him 30 seconds before he stood to follow, Clark right behind him.
There was one motel in town that matched the type that Jason and Sam typically stayed in. Lex walked with a purpose, Clark a silent shadow beside him.
Sam was here, that meant Jason was here and even though he’d not gone out of his way to drag him back to Smallville to figure out what they’d done to him that didn’t mean that he hadn’t been waiting for Jason to come to him.
And he finally had.
They got to the motel first, Sam showing up from the opposite direction minutes later. Balancing the coffees in one hand while he fought with the key and walked in.
The door closing before they could see anything inside.
“What now?” Clark asked, he was all barely contained energy next to him.
“Now we wait,” Lex murmured. Eyes on the door, because he knew that Sam was going to try and spirit Jason out of Smallville before they could be found.
Amnesia, brainwashing. There had to be a reason why Jason hadn’t snuck out of the room and gone somewhere else the minute they’d arrived in town.
And he loved being right.
Sam came out of the room first, duffel in one hand, coffee in the other. Jason next with his own duffel and coffee.
Clark stilled next to him and Lex felt something in his chest loosen at the sight of Jason whole and healthy.
No bruises, no visible wounds. Whatever Sam and his father had done they either weren’t hurting him any longer or the wounds were hidden where the naked eye couldn’t see.
The bags were tossed in the backseat and Jason was leaning against the car, coffee still in hand, twirling the room key in the other while they talked in tones too low for Lex to hear what was being said.
Jason looked relaxed, happy and Lex took a step forward because jealousy was a bitch and he really didn’t like seeing Jason relaxed and happy when he wasn’t the cause.
Jason turned then and saw them, a flash of recognition in his eyes as he dropped the room key in his hand. Face turning ghost white as he stared at them.
“Jason.”
He had just finished up a conference with Tokyo when Clark came in. He should have known something was up then.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
NOTE: The next to the last section happens sometime mid-Smallville Season 4 arc, before Jason appears to lose his mind.
SUMMARY: He’d talked to Jason that morning, listened to him rant and rave about his mother and trust, before having to cut him off for the conference call… he wondered how he’d managed to get into trouble in under three hours.
Interlude in 5 Parts
He had just finished up a conference with Tokyo when Clark came in. He should have known something was up then.
“Clark, what a surprise,” and it was, Lex couldn’t even really remember the last time that Clark had walked into his office and wasn’t spitting curses and screaming betrayal at him before he was even fully through the door.
It took him a moment to recognize the pity in his eyes; no one had ever looked at him with pity before. At least not that he could recall and he didn’t care for the feelings that it called up in him in the least.
Clark hovered for a minute, looking young and indecisive. Sometimes it was hard for Lex to remember that Clark was only seventeen, others time he seemed much older then seventeen.
When he could still count Clark amongst his friends sometimes Clark had looked just as old and world weary as Lex sometimes felt.
At the moment they couldn’t be called friends, barely could be considered acquaintances and Lex wasn’t even sure why exactly he was there.
It wasn’t like they were even on speaking terms at the moment.
“Lex…” he stopped, still hovering in the doorway like he didn’t want to interrupt and the expression on his face said that he really didn’t want to be there.
“What can I do for you?” Lex looked away. Focusing on the papers on his desk, hoping that it would relax Clark enough that he would say what he needed to say.
“Jason’s missing.”
It was said in a breathless rush, like Clark couldn’t spit it out fast enough.
Lex looked up, ignoring the twinge in his chest. The little tickle of fear and unease that crept up his spine.
He’d talked to Jason that morning, listened to him rant and rave about his mother and trust, before having to cut him off for the conference call.
He glanced at the clock and wondered if it should surprise him that Jason could get himself in trouble in under three hours.
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His room was in just enough disarray to tell Lex that there had been a fight; there were drops of blood on the floor, a smeared handprint on the door.
Not enough to cause Lex to think that Jason might be dead, though just the fact that they were there told him that Jason had not left under his own volition.
Genevieve was nowhere to be found, though he’d been told that the police had contacted her shortly before Lex and Clark had arrived at the house.
She didn’t seem concerned. Lex was probably being concerned enough for both of them though he was attempting to do his best not to show it.
Jason was an employee, a sometime friend. If he showed the fear that he was actually feeling someone would know that there was more then just friendship.
They’d let him in, Clark a hulking shadow behind him, because they didn’t dare stop him.
Not when he probably looked like he’d murder the first person that told him something he didn’t want to hear.
He was already making plans to call in the FBI, to talk to the private detectives that were supposed to be keeping Jason in their sights at all times.
Jason might have been his lover but that didn’t mean he trusted him any further then he could throw him.
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He was bruised and battered and he should have been in the hospital. If he’d gone there would have been questions that he couldn’t answer, that he’d never been able to answer. Besides he’d be healed in a few days and seemed a waste of time to take up a bed that someone else could use.
So instead he had come home and had to contend with Clark Kent.
“Do you think he knew?” Clark was hovering again. Lex wondered what was different about now that hadn’t been different before Jason had disappeared. Because something had obviously changed to cause Clark to make the attempt at friendship once more.
“Do I think who knew what?” Though Lex knew who Clark was referring to. Knew what he was referring to and he rolled his shoulders and ignored the pain in his back and side.
“Do you think Jason found out what his mom was planning?” Clark rolled his eyes, expression saying that he thought Lex was an idiot.
Lex shook his head.
He had thought that, for a day at the most. Contemplated that Jason might have found out what Genevieve was up to and tried to put a stop to it, causing Genevieve to remove her own son from the equation.
But then he remembered that Genevieve’d had her son so completely under her thumb that sometimes Lex had thought of cutting him loose because he didn’t like that Jason was blindly loyal to anyone but him.
That blind loyalty was also why he didn’t think Genevieve had anything to do with Jason’s disappearance, because even if Jason had disagreed with her plans he would still have gone along with them.
So he didn’t think she’d had anything to do with it, but he did think that Genevieve had known more then she’d let on to the police and to Lex.
Not that it mattered anymore.
There was an envelope on his desk. He hadn’t opened it yet because he had been told by the private investigators that they contained photos from the cameras that he’d had watching Jason’s every move.
Stills taken from the cameras on the day that Jason had gone missing.
Cameras that Jason hadn’t known about.
Cameras that might tell him whether there was a possibility that Jason was even still alive.
He’d call himself seven kinds of a fool for putting them in, and at the time his purpose had been two-fold. Protect Lana from Jason and protect Jason from his mother.
Eventually it had become less about protecting Lana and more about protecting Jason.
Because he might not have had a mother figure in his life but even he could sense that the relationship between Jason and his mother was not right. That Jason was uncomfortable around her, there had been times where he’d seemed to be almost afraid of her and that had just pushed every single protective button that Lex had.
He hadn’t trusted Jason but that didn’t mean that Lex could have walked away if he was in trouble.
That was just one of pitfalls of taking someone you didn’t trust as a lover, eventually you felt responsible for them and tried to help them even when they tried to shove a knife in your back.
Though Jason hadn’t quite done that, but Lex figured that it was only because he hadn’t got the chance before someone had made off with him.
“Are you going to look at them?” Clark nodded his head at the envelope walking across the room to stand on the other side of the desk. Waiting expectantly.
Lex wasn’t sure if Clark was here for him or for Jason, or for some reason that Clark wouldn’t tell him about until it tried to knock him unconscious and kill him.
He twisted his mouth and picked up the envelope, dumping the contents on the desk.
8x10 photos, black and white and blurry to the say the least.
Clark ran fingers over them, separating them out on the desk and when his hand stilled Lex looked down to see what had caught his eye.
And felt that damned twinge again.
Jason unconscious, the picture had been blown up and even with it being black and white Lex knew that there was blood on his face.
He was being carried away from the Teague’s house by a man that Lex had never seen before. But one that he would expend every ounce of determination that he had to find.
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The next envelope had two discs in it. Clark was, of course, there again and Lex wondered if he’d moved into the mansion and he’d just not been privy to the information yet.
It wouldn’t surprise him; sometimes his staff seemed to like everyone but him.
Clark was the one that dumped the envelope out when Lex handed it to him, the discs were numbered and he looked at Lex with an arched eyebrow as if to ask what he was supposed to do with them.
Lex just looked at him with an arched brow in return and Clark finally shrugged and put the disc with the large #1 on it in the DVD player. Big hands fumbling with the remotes to turn the TV on and hit play on the DVD player.
Lex drew in a breath at the sight of Jason on his screen, thankful that Clark’s gasp was louder and therefore drowned out any sound he’d made.
Jason larger then life, cocky grin on his face and Lex sat down heavily on the couch with his glass in his hand, suddenly glad that it was alcoholic instead of the bottle of water that Clark had tried to foist on him when he’d walked in the room.
There was a younger man with him and the disc seemed to be a series of clips that just served to let Lex know that Jason wasn’t going by Jason anymore.
The boy that he called Sam kept calling him Dean, his brother and Lex’s eyes narrowed as he watched.
Because each second that the disc played he saw Jason acting less and less like himself and Lex wondered what they’d done to him. How badly they’d hurt him in order for him to answer to a name not his own and what they’d threatened him with to keep him from calling Lex for help.
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He recognized the boy from the moment that he entered the coffee shop. Giant loping steps and he wondered where Jason was.
They traveled together, every disc that Lex had gotten from his detectives showed the two of them together.
Jason still answering to Dean, still calling Sam his brother. John Winchester his father.
He had to kick Clark under the table to keep him from staring openly at the boy and scaring him off.
He watched from the corner of his eye as the boy ordered two coffees, as Lana took the order and then leaned on the counter to watch the two of them.
They were a mystery to her and she wanted to solve it. She couldn’t understand how they were friends again, and the one time he’d tried to explain it (let alone Clark who couldn’t bumble his way through conversations on the weather) he’d probably come out sounding extremely gay.
‘Jason disappeared and Clark’s been helping me to track him down.’
It had sounded gay to him from the moment the words had popped out of his mouth, but he was trying the truth of all things and that was nothing but the truth.
Jason had disappeared and now Clark spent the majority of his time helping Lex sift through leads.
They’d posted the obituary in the hopes that it would cause something in Jason to surface. But there had been nothing, and Lex knew that he’d seen it, he had the disc for the day that the newspaper had come out and Jason had seen it and not responded to it all.
Just drank his coffee at breakfast, stealing bacon off Sam’s plate when he wasn’t looking.
“Lex,” Clark hissed and he looked up to see Sam looking at the pictures.
Looking at Jason’s picture because that was the one that he was standing in front of, staring at it with something like shock.
They didn’t hear the conversation with Lana but he didn’t think he needed to.
Sam asked her about Jason, Lana answered with her ‘we dated’ which made Lex want to kill her because it had been three months of dating and he and Jason had been fucking for almost that entire time, plus an additional three months after they’d broken up.
If anyone should be answering with that sad, devastated look on their face it should be him.
Except he wouldn’t.
Because that wasn’t what he did. His relationships didn’t cause sadness or pain, they just caused the significant other to attempt to kill him and it was probably good that he couldn’t marry Jason because that was just a surefire way for Jason to try and kill him for his money.
Even though he had plenty of his own now that Genevieve had been declared dead.
Sam smiled at them, nodding his head as he left.
Lex gave him 30 seconds before he stood to follow, Clark right behind him.
There was one motel in town that matched the type that Jason and Sam typically stayed in. Lex walked with a purpose, Clark a silent shadow beside him.
Sam was here, that meant Jason was here and even though he’d not gone out of his way to drag him back to Smallville to figure out what they’d done to him that didn’t mean that he hadn’t been waiting for Jason to come to him.
And he finally had.
They got to the motel first, Sam showing up from the opposite direction minutes later. Balancing the coffees in one hand while he fought with the key and walked in.
The door closing before they could see anything inside.
“What now?” Clark asked, he was all barely contained energy next to him.
“Now we wait,” Lex murmured. Eyes on the door, because he knew that Sam was going to try and spirit Jason out of Smallville before they could be found.
Amnesia, brainwashing. There had to be a reason why Jason hadn’t snuck out of the room and gone somewhere else the minute they’d arrived in town.
And he loved being right.
Sam came out of the room first, duffel in one hand, coffee in the other. Jason next with his own duffel and coffee.
Clark stilled next to him and Lex felt something in his chest loosen at the sight of Jason whole and healthy.
No bruises, no visible wounds. Whatever Sam and his father had done they either weren’t hurting him any longer or the wounds were hidden where the naked eye couldn’t see.
The bags were tossed in the backseat and Jason was leaning against the car, coffee still in hand, twirling the room key in the other while they talked in tones too low for Lex to hear what was being said.
Jason looked relaxed, happy and Lex took a step forward because jealousy was a bitch and he really didn’t like seeing Jason relaxed and happy when he wasn’t the cause.
Jason turned then and saw them, a flash of recognition in his eyes as he dropped the room key in his hand. Face turning ghost white as he stared at them.
“Jason.”