Confidentiality

[buggery]

I've been wanting to play over at wednesday100 since I first stumbled across it, but Wednesdays haven't been good for my connection-challenged self, of late. Anyway, speaking of late, here's my entry for this week's 'no Clark, no Lex' challenge.


"Confidentiality"

It was the sex that tipped him off.

Her sudden acquiesence, after years of unequivocal brush-offs, made Helen seem almost to pursue him. Possible explanations for this apparent change of heart were few, and his longstanding policy of monitoring her activities soon revealed the true motive.

Helen's work didn't require equipment normally found in genetics laboratories. She had easy access to her husband's DNA, and Lionel's penchant for bedding his heir's women had provided the comparison sample. Helen's evidence now cluttered his desk, though her results had been no surprise.

He'd take this secret to his grave -- as Helen had, overnight. Lex was his son, blood be damned.


and here's the good old link to my other LJ fic

Comments

[ceruleancat.livejournal.com]

I like that.
Lex was his son, blood be damned.
That captures his prime reaction is to protect and nurture Lex (in his own fucked up way).