Title: Fill in the Blank
Author: danceswithgary (danceswithgary@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: m/m interaction
Spoilers: Blank, Seasons 1-4
Word Count: 5976
Archive: Fine, just let me know
Summary: Sometimes you just have to go with your gut.

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. The characters of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent as well as any supporting characters are the property of their creators and DC Comics. Gough/Millar Inc and the WB Network TV own Smallville. Any deviations (or deviant behavior) from the originals, however, is mine.

Feedback is both welcome and appreciated.




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His feet felt leaden as he made his way up to the loft. Pulling off his jacket, he threw it over the railing before he flopped onto the couch. He felt something poking into his leg and reaching under he pulled out a hard-covered book pushed between the cushions. He frowned before opening it and began to read the familiar handwriting.


// Chloe suggested I write down everything that has happened and anything else I think of to see if I can start remembering my past. It's weird that I can read, write, and do math, but I can't remember my own name, my parents or my friends. So I guess the best place to start is with the first thing I do remember, looking up at a girl with short blond hair who was shaking my shoulder and asking me if I was all right. She kept saying the name Clark, but I didn't know what she was talking about. It turns out Clark was me. //


Clark shook his head at the words he wrote over three days ago. He'd been lucky enough to get his memory back, but now he was missing those few days. Hopefully he'd written enough down to tell him what had happened during that time and if his secrets were still safe.

The last thing he remembered was running out the back door of the Talon after Lois looked in the register and yelled that she'd been robbed. Spotting a truck speeding away, he'd run after it, forcing it to stop by standing in front of it. When he'd opened the driver's door, there was this green light and that was it. He didn't recall anything else that happened between then and when he remembered who he was today.


// Chloe drove me home, explaining that I lived on a farm with my parents and that I hang out up here all the time. What kind of weirdo thinks it's cool to spend all their time in a barn? I must have major issues. //




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