The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Don't Cry, Child
Things aren't always what they seem in Smallville.
Lex was lying on the couch, his face pale, his eyes closed. Clark noticed the red stain spreading slowly, stark on his crisp white shirt.
For all his super speed, he couldn't move. There was a lump in his throat. Could he have come too late? Only now he realised how much Lex had meant to him. How much he cared, and not just because Lex had been a good friend and a good man, but because he... because he loved him. He could say it now. Now, that it was far too late.
He finally managed to move, to walk over to where Lex was lying so still. To lay a hand flat on Lex's chest. To cry.
"Clark?" Blue eyes open suddenly, and Clark jumps back. Lex sits up gingerly.
"What happened?"
Clark opens his mouth but no sounds come out.
Lex looks down.
"Oh, fuck. My pen leaked." Lex pouts. "And I really liked this shirt."