On his first night in the White House, Lex Luthor sat in the Oval Office and stared at the old, dusty box on the desk in front of him. He slowly drank his way through three glasses of scotch before he reached out and carefully removed the lid.
He hadn't looked at the contents in a long while - they belonged to a past he'd walked away from years before - but now Lex took his time going through them. There were a surprising number of photographs, the colours as sharp and bright as when Chloe had taken them. There were other reminders too, cards and a few hand-written notes, and bundled up with them Lex found what he was looking for.
He pulled out the somewhat creased flyer, smoothing the paper with his fingers. "Clark Kent - The Man of Tomorrow" stared back at him from the page and Lex sighed reminiscently. Clark had lost his election, all those years ago, but Lex could remember confiding his own presidential aspirations in the boy. He wondered if Clark still recalled that conversation too, or if he'd pushed everything pertaining to their friendship out of his mind.
Somewhat wistfully, Lex found himself wishing that he could ask Clark, but they hadn't spoken outside of interviews and press conferences in far too long. As he focused on that night in the Talon, Lex remembered Clark ruefully admitting that when Chloe had asked him what he stood for, all he'd been able to think of to say was truth, justice... and other stuff.
A faint smile curved Lex's lips at the memory. There was a part of him that couldn't help reflecting that maybe those really weren't such bad things to believe in.
Lex picked up the flyer, folding it with care, and put it back in the box, along with the photos. Then he replaced the lid, shutting away the images of his younger self and Clark, together and smiling. Happy. Lex opened a drawer and firmly set the box inside before sliding it shut again.
It was time to face the real world. Lex had a job to do.
Re: Drone
He hadn't looked at the contents in a long while - they belonged to a past he'd walked away from years before - but now Lex took his time going through them. There were a surprising number of photographs, the colours as sharp and bright as when Chloe had taken them. There were other reminders too, cards and a few hand-written notes, and bundled up with them Lex found what he was looking for.
He pulled out the somewhat creased flyer, smoothing the paper with his fingers. "Clark Kent - The Man of Tomorrow" stared back at him from the page and Lex sighed reminiscently. Clark had lost his election, all those years ago, but Lex could remember confiding his own presidential aspirations in the boy. He wondered if Clark still recalled that conversation too, or if he'd pushed everything pertaining to their friendship out of his mind.
Somewhat wistfully, Lex found himself wishing that he could ask Clark, but they hadn't spoken outside of interviews and press conferences in far too long. As he focused on that night in the Talon, Lex remembered Clark ruefully admitting that when Chloe had asked him what he stood for, all he'd been able to think of to say was truth, justice... and other stuff.
A faint smile curved Lex's lips at the memory. There was a part of him that couldn't help reflecting that maybe those really weren't such bad things to believe in.
Lex picked up the flyer, folding it with care, and put it back in the box, along with the photos. Then he replaced the lid, shutting away the images of his younger self and Clark, together and smiling. Happy. Lex opened a drawer and firmly set the box inside before sliding it shut again.
It was time to face the real world. Lex had a job to do.