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serafina20) wrote2006-04-20 09:32 pm
serafina20) wrote2006-04-20 09:32 pm
COTW 52: Cat and Mouse Part 7
Short. But... sweet?
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Part 6
Lex sat in the backseat of his limo, studying his brother. His brother. Christ.
Lucas Dunlevy. Luthor. All his papers said Dunlevy right now, but it would be a simple legal step to get it corrected. From what Lex understood, it already had been changed once. Despite his father's protests to the contrary, Lex knew that Lionel had to have known about Lucas. His father, after all, was next to God in his infinite knowledge of everything that concerned him. A child of his blood, especially one born to an insane woman, would not have gone unnoticed.
Rachel had been convinced Lucas's last name had been Luthor. And the information Lex had found on him had confirmed that a Lucas Luthor had been born to Rachel Dunlevy on January 23, 1984. Damien was trying to find out when his name had been changed, as well as trace the boy's life up until this point.
Damien found it highly suspicious that Lucas happened to be found just weeks after Lex had told Lionel he was quitting everything and going back to school.
Lex knew Damien was right to be suspicious. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to care. He had a brother.
"So," Lucas said. He finished toweling his hair and dropped the towel on the seat next to me. "Brother, huh?"
"Yes." He gave Lucas a tight lipped smile. "I'm still reeling a bit myself. For all these years, I thought I was an only child."
"The thought was mutual." He cocked a thick eyebrow and ran it over Lex's frame.
"I don't see much resemblance. I guess I take after my mother?"
Not by half. Rachel had been softened by age, but retained the same delicacy that Lillian had had. Around the eyes, the mouth, the jaw. Lucas, though, was more roughly hewn. Thick hair, thick eyebrows, big nose. Maybe, just maybe there was a little of Rachel in Lucas's jaw. For all it's masculinity, there was something... fine about it. Almost verging on the edge of delicate, but in the way good porcelain was. It'd shatter if you threw it, but could stand up to most anything else.
"I take after mine," Lex said after a moment. And he did. Maybe his vocal inflections and movements mimicked Lionel's somewhat, but there was little else there.
Which was probably one reason Lionel hated him so much. Lex wasn't exactly sure what Lionel's feelings for Lillian were, but having a son who favored her so strongly couldn't be easy.
Lucas nodded. "Of course. So. What you're trying to tell me that my dear old dad is Lionel Luthor. *The* Lionel Luthor."
"That's right."
"And you're Lex Luthor."
Lex ran a self-conscious hand over his head. "I am."
"Does Lionel know about me?"
"Interesting question." Lex leaned back and stretched his arm over the back of his seat. "I'm undecided on that. Obviously, he knew of your birth. Your mother told him as much. But then, he told me you died."
"Died?"
"Before you were one. And I've got to tell you, Lucas, you're probably the most mature one year old I've ever seen."
Lucas's lips twitched. "Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."
At least he wasn't completely culturally illiterate, Lex thought. Of course, even Whitney Fordman could quote Twain if pressed.
"So. Why did you come after me?"
"I only found out about you a few months ago. I've been searching for you ever since. It hasn't been easy."
"Really? A man of your means? This seems like it'd be a cakewalk finding one person."
"Generally, it's not the most difficult thing. You, though, were hidden. It was like searching for a grain of sand in a stack of needles." Lex studied Lucas. "My detective only tracked you down a few days ago. I came to get you as soon as I could."
Lucas smiled. His teeth were big and blinding. "And just in the nick of time, too. Seriously, bro, your timing was perfect."
Lex returned the smile. It was as fake as the one on his brother's face. "Yes," he said, voice even and pleasant. "Yes, it was, wasn't it?"
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Lex sat in the backseat of his limo, studying his brother. His brother. Christ.
Lucas Dunlevy. Luthor. All his papers said Dunlevy right now, but it would be a simple legal step to get it corrected. From what Lex understood, it already had been changed once. Despite his father's protests to the contrary, Lex knew that Lionel had to have known about Lucas. His father, after all, was next to God in his infinite knowledge of everything that concerned him. A child of his blood, especially one born to an insane woman, would not have gone unnoticed.
Rachel had been convinced Lucas's last name had been Luthor. And the information Lex had found on him had confirmed that a Lucas Luthor had been born to Rachel Dunlevy on January 23, 1984. Damien was trying to find out when his name had been changed, as well as trace the boy's life up until this point.
Damien found it highly suspicious that Lucas happened to be found just weeks after Lex had told Lionel he was quitting everything and going back to school.
Lex knew Damien was right to be suspicious. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to care. He had a brother.
"So," Lucas said. He finished toweling his hair and dropped the towel on the seat next to me. "Brother, huh?"
"Yes." He gave Lucas a tight lipped smile. "I'm still reeling a bit myself. For all these years, I thought I was an only child."
"The thought was mutual." He cocked a thick eyebrow and ran it over Lex's frame.
"I don't see much resemblance. I guess I take after my mother?"
Not by half. Rachel had been softened by age, but retained the same delicacy that Lillian had had. Around the eyes, the mouth, the jaw. Lucas, though, was more roughly hewn. Thick hair, thick eyebrows, big nose. Maybe, just maybe there was a little of Rachel in Lucas's jaw. For all it's masculinity, there was something... fine about it. Almost verging on the edge of delicate, but in the way good porcelain was. It'd shatter if you threw it, but could stand up to most anything else.
"I take after mine," Lex said after a moment. And he did. Maybe his vocal inflections and movements mimicked Lionel's somewhat, but there was little else there.
Which was probably one reason Lionel hated him so much. Lex wasn't exactly sure what Lionel's feelings for Lillian were, but having a son who favored her so strongly couldn't be easy.
Lucas nodded. "Of course. So. What you're trying to tell me that my dear old dad is Lionel Luthor. *The* Lionel Luthor."
"That's right."
"And you're Lex Luthor."
Lex ran a self-conscious hand over his head. "I am."
"Does Lionel know about me?"
"Interesting question." Lex leaned back and stretched his arm over the back of his seat. "I'm undecided on that. Obviously, he knew of your birth. Your mother told him as much. But then, he told me you died."
"Died?"
"Before you were one. And I've got to tell you, Lucas, you're probably the most mature one year old I've ever seen."
Lucas's lips twitched. "Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."
At least he wasn't completely culturally illiterate, Lex thought. Of course, even Whitney Fordman could quote Twain if pressed.
"So. Why did you come after me?"
"I only found out about you a few months ago. I've been searching for you ever since. It hasn't been easy."
"Really? A man of your means? This seems like it'd be a cakewalk finding one person."
"Generally, it's not the most difficult thing. You, though, were hidden. It was like searching for a grain of sand in a stack of needles." Lex studied Lucas. "My detective only tracked you down a few days ago. I came to get you as soon as I could."
Lucas smiled. His teeth were big and blinding. "And just in the nick of time, too. Seriously, bro, your timing was perfect."
Lex returned the smile. It was as fake as the one on his brother's face. "Yes," he said, voice even and pleasant. "Yes, it was, wasn't it?"
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I can't wait to see what will happen next!
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