Title: Half of the Flesh and Blood
Author: Lady Angel
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: R for violence, naughty words
Spoilers: None.
Archive: At my site and CLFF site
Author's Notes: This is for the First Wave of Challenges at CLFF. Kira Nerys gave me this challenge: "Jon finds out about Clark and Lex. He's none to happy." Here's the result. It's my first dramatic piece in this fandom, so I would love to hear what you thought of it.
Thank yous: To C. Roxane, for answering a prayer. Thank you, love.

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Half of the Flesh and Blood
by Lady Angel

"Thanks, Enrique."

"You're welcome, sir. This way, please."

The eldest Kent hefted the heavy crate. He had forgotten what it was like to make all of these deliveries, but with Clark at Pete's house for the weekend . . . well, his son worked so hard, what was one weekend?

Jonathan followed through the front foyer, glancing around. He stopped dead at the familiar flash of red. Before Enrique could say anything, Jon carelessly dropped the crate into the other man's arms. He slowly moved forward, hoping it was only an illusion. A red, flannel shirt lay on the floor. A white t-shirt in front of it, closer to the study door. The trail continued out of the room, only this time, it was a purple silk shirt.

"Sir. . ."

Jonathan didn't know when his hand had closed around the handle or where he had gotten it, but suddenly the blade of a broadsword was pressed into Enrique's throat. "Where?" His hiss, low and deadly, rang like funeral bells.

"I don't know --"

The blade pressed deeper into vulnerable flesh.

"Up-upstairs. End of the hallway."

Jonathan didn't even pause his stride as his fist slammed into Enrique's jaw.

~*~*~*~*~

Lex woke to the sun shining gently into his eyes, his lover's weight nestled into his side, and a blade at his throat.

He blinked furiously, trying to dissolve the hallucination of Jonathan Kent with a sword in his hand and murder in his eyes.

"Clark -- " his voice broke.

"Lex? What . . . Dad! No!" Clark shot up, reaching for the blade.

"Don't."

Conditioning stopped Clark cold. "Dad, please . . ."

"Get dressed."

"Dad -- "

"Get. Dressed."

Clark moved almost inhumanly fast. "Please . . ."

"Go home."

"But -- "

"Now."

Lex glanced at his lover, his eyes telling Clark to go.

Clark's mouth opened, though no words came out as Jonathan pinned him with his eyes. It was the light in those eyes that killed the protest.

Only the echo of a muffled sob and a swoosh of wind were left in the wake of Clark's escape.

Lex gazed up into Jonathan's fiery blue orbs. They scared him like his father's never did. They stared into his with such hatred that Lex let his eyes slide close. He pictured Clark's smile, wanting it to be his last thought. And he knew it would be his last.

Jonathan Kent was going to kill him.

"Open your eyes, Luthor."

They jerked open.

Kent leaned close, hissing his hate. "Leave."

~*~*~*~*~

Clark jumped up from the kitchen table as Jonathan slammed into the house. "Dad . . ."

"You are to never go anywhere near Luthor again."

"But -- "

"And if you do, don't bother coming back here."

The silence deafened hearts.

"Jonathan, you can't mean that."

He stared at his wife. Stared at how she stood so protectively in front of Clark. "You knew, didn't you, Martha?"

She flinched.

Glass shattered against the wall as Jonathan stormed into the fields.

"Momma . . ."

"Shh, baby." Martha hugged her son to her breast, hands soothing through his hair. "Shhh, it's going to be all right."

"But --"

"Shhh."

~*~*~*~*~

"Hello, son!"

The booming voice made Lex want to scream. Today of all days, he didn't want to deal with it. With him. So instead of screaming, he quietly murmured, "Dad."

Lionel studied his son. "What happened to your throat?"

"Just some rough sex."

"Really? With whom?" Lionel's stare sharpened.

"Heike."

"Lex, Lex. What have I told you about fucking your teachers?"

"Don't get caught."

Lionel laughed.

Lex couldn't help the tiny smirk as he took advantage of his father's distraction and made his escape. He knew he would catch hell for it, but he had to leave. He needed to talk to Clark. Had to reason with Mr. Kent. Because Lex knew Mr. Kent would not let him anywhere near his son.

Lex didn't think he could survive without the boy.

~*~*~*~*~

Lionel Luthor watched as his son's Porsche peeled out of the driveway. He hadn't said one word about Lex's disappearing act because he knew his son was lying.

"Enrique." Lionel's smile didn't fall. Instead, it sharpened.

"Yes, sir?" One could almost see the tremors in the manservant's body.

"How did Lex get hurt?"

Enrique squirmed.

~*~*~*~*~

"You assaulted my son, you bastard! You're going to jail for this, Kent!"
"He molested my child! He'll be the one going to jail!"
"No, Dad! Lex didn't do --"
"Mr. Kent, please calm down. Dad, you're not pressing charges."
"The hell I won't!"
"What the fuck makes you think I'm going to listen to you, pedophile!"
"Dad! Stop it! Leave Lex --"

BOOM!

The four men froze, then turned as a single unit to stare at the little redhead with the rather large canon in her hands.

"The next Neanderthal who speaks gets shot." Martha pointed the shotgun right at Jon. "Especially you, my dear husband."

Jon mutely nodded.

She nodded back, then re-leveled the gun. "Alexander."

"Yes, ma'am?" He stepped forward, meeting her eyes.

"Do you love Clark?"

He blinked. Of all the questions . . . "Yes, ma'am." Nothing but the truth. Not with this woman.

Both Kent men made noises.

Clark stepped forward, love and surprise in his eyes.

Jonathan's growl and glare stopped him.

Martha ignored her family, staring into Lex's blue orbs. "Honey, why is there fear in your eyes?"

Lex forced in a shuddering breath, glancing at his father. "Luthors do not love. Luthors take and then they destroy." He pulled into himself after those words.

Clark keened low in his throat, ignored his father's warning and wrapped his arms around Lex.

"Clark -- "

"Jonathan." The tone of her voice and the way she held the gun made the warning very clear.

"Get the hell away from him, boy!"

"Lionel."

Luthor snorted but froze. "Are you really going to shoot me, woman?"

"Yes." The gun was much too steady to ignore the warning.

Lionel wasn't a stupid man. But he was a stubborn man. "I won't let you turn my son against me."

Jonathan stared. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know you, Kent. You'll turn Lex against me just as you turned my wife against me!"

"She helped us adopt Clark! How is that betrayal?" Jonathan yelled, stalking towards Lionel. "You're the one who knows about betrayal, aren't you, Lionel?"

"You're the one who walked away, lover."

Twin gasps from the boys were ignored.

"What did you expect? For me to smile and join your little fuck party?" Jonathan snarled into Lionel's face. "I don't share, Luthor. Never have, never will. You're the one who betrayed my trust." He shook his head in disgust. "I don't know how a sweet woman like Lillian ever fell in love with you."

"You speak as if you knew my mother, sir." Lex stared incredulously at the elder Kent. He purposefully ignored the implications of the other information revealed. It would just be too much to handle. But he was damn sure he was not going to let history repeat itself.

"Why, Lex, didn't your father tell you?" Jonathan sneered. "Lillian was Martha's cousin."

Lex gaped. "You're -- ?" His eyes wandered to her glorious red hair.

Martha smiled sadly, nodding.

"But . . but . . ." Lex pulled away from Clark, pain in his eyes. "Why didn't you --"

"I wanted to, sweetheart, but things were . . . complicated." Martha touched his cheek, caressing the soft skin there.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Frustration, anger, betrayal, fear all in the eyes of Lillian's child. "It was the price," Martha murmured. "To keep Lionel from taking Clark away, he made me promise to never tell you."

Lex nodded. His father was a cold, ruthless bastard. One that hated to lose. And to have his wife help someone who turned away from him must have felt like the ultimate defeat. And he would have lost his son too, if Lex had known that he had relations that were actually family. "Mr. Kent," he murmured, turning to the man, hoping that he could see the truth in his eyes, in his heart. "No matter what, I do love Clark."

"You don't love him. You can't, not with Luthor blood."

Lex turned towards Martha, his eyes wistful. "But I have Lillian's blood too."

The End

(eg) Hey, no one ever said I had to resolve the conflict. Hehehe, you can make that a later challenge.