Author: Lanning Cook
Rating: Pg-13 to NC-17
Summary: Lionel has succeeded in cloning Lex, his plan is to mould a perfect heir from scratch. Only, things don’t exactly work out the way he had planned. The original Lex and Clark for one aren’t gung-ho about Lionel’s little plan, not to mention that a cloned Lex is still a Lex and therefore dangerous by nature.
Warnings: Cloning, violence, slash, allusions to rape, child abuse, angst
Style: Several Novels worth of reading
Rec Expl.: 9 stories in this series. If you haven’t read this series, then you haven’t read one of the best pieces of AU fic out there. AU but still very canonlike in a Smallville way, and really, you need to read it because there is just no summary that can do justice to this jewel.
(9 stories, +/- 1350 K). Take your time for this one, you’ll need it.
Lex turned toward him, expressionless. "You shouldn't keep coming here."
"Where else should I be?"
"You're aiding and abetting a terrorist."
"You're not a terrorist, Lex."
Lex snatched the remote from Clark's hand and turned the television back on. Images of burning buildings lit the room. "You're wrong. Watch it burn, Clark. It burned to the ground. I only hire the best."
"No one was hurt. You made sure no one was hurt."
"I've probably put genetic research and cloning technology back fifty years."
"I don't care."
"You don't care about arson? How about grand larceny?"
"I'm still a very wealthy man. I doubt there's a LuthorCorp bank account on the planet I didn't have a back door into. You want to see the balance transfers?"
"No," Clark said harshly, knocking the remote from Lex's hand. It clattered loudly to the cement floor. He took Lex by the shoulders. "I want to see you."
Lex pointed at the screen. "There." His voice shook. "There I am."
"No." Clark pulled him close. "That isn't you."
"How do you know?"
"Lex, for God's sake-"
"How do you know?" Lex's face was twisted, his voice pure acid, but Clark saw nothing but pain, heard nothing but desperation. "We're identical. Down to the last chromosome, we're fucking identical."
"He doesn't look anything like you," Clark whispered, and kissed him.