Greetings from Smallville / A fanfic written by Chen

I woke up this morning and had nothing to do. No body would expect a person like me to be bored, after all, I'm concidered as one of the busiest people in this small town called Smallville. I'm the busiest with the smallest amount of things to do. I drank my morning coffee and headed to the nothing I was going to do, nothing, nothing and nothing. Well, I was wrong. When I opened up the front door and I stepped on a letter. It didn't have any adress and it seemed rather wet. Well, I guess I can open it, since it's unsigned. . . I picked the letter and I saw it was signed: "Lex Luthor, Smallville". I had to open it now. . .

Dear Reader,

My name is Lex Luthor, you may know my as the arrogant enemy of this town, and it's you're right to think but this time I need your help. My wife Helen and me were taking a plane to celebrate our marriage and honey moon. But an unfortunate accident destroyed it all and the plane crashed. Lucky me, I managed to survive the crashing and swam to the nearest island. When I arrived there I treated myself with a nice nap on the beach and the next morning I started my search for food. Lucky me, again, I found this pile of paper and a pen. I took it but a man that was stranded on the island like me stopped me. Unfortunatly this man was a trouble maker and not that friendly. Eventually, I managed to get along with this strange fellow and he gave this beer bottle and the pile of paper with the pen. So I decided this is a chance for me to get out of the island and you're the chance. All I know is this Island in very close the eastern coast of the US, on the Atlantic ocean. Can you please inform the government of something there?

Thank you in advance,

Lex Luthor.

PS. Pleasure to meet you.

I tried not to laugh so loud, this is obviously someone who tried to make a fool out of me. But it did get me curious. . .

I decided that the vacation I took had to end, I went to my working place and everybody looked surprised to see me. "Hello!" I smiled, "just keep on the good work, I'm back!". I don't know what bug infected me that I said it but it was great to go back in this place. I sat near my desk and suddenly a girl that worked for me gave me a cold soda. The bottle of the soda looked extremly similiar to the bottle 'Lex Luthor' used. I took it as a sign. In one second I took a pen and paper and started to write.

Dear Lex,

I got your letter and to be honest, I'm not sure that's really you but I had to send this letter. I have to know that you're the real Lex Luthor if you want me to help you. You got me pretty surprised with this letter. It's been a while since I heard from you, I mean, on the news or the newspapers. There are a couple of questions that flew cross my mind when I read your letter and I took this chance to ask. Where's Helen, your fincee? You didn't right much about her and I wondered if anything happend to her. Second question will have to be this: You're one of the Luthor's you're one of the most famous people around the globe and nobody came to rescue you? Not even your father? and didn't you get any cellphone to your trip?

I hope I will be able to help you, if you ARE Lex,

The reader of your letter.

PS. Pleasure to meet you too

I stared at the letter for couple of minutes and looked at the bottle of soda. That's a shame that I think he'll get this letter. I think the bug that got into me earlier today was actually still affecting me, I wanted to believe the man in the letter is Lex, it got me excited. I went to the nearest beach, finished to bottle of soda and put the letter in it. With full hopes I sent this letter to an unclear destination.

The next day came, two days passed, and nothing from him. I just sat at work and slept at home, thinking of that letter. Lex appeard in every dream of mine, erasing every thought that didn't involve him. He didn't know that the one who writes him the letter is actually a person who knows him and he knows me. . . But the time did come and a slightly dry letter from Lex came to my room door. Funny it got me so enthusiastic.

Dear reader,

I understand the stage you are in, it's not a usual thing in life, getting a letter from someone from an island. To me it was strange to actually get a letter back, but I was glad, I had something to do in this boring island, not to say my social life bar increased just now. I couldn't think of anything to let you know that I am Lex. You'll just have to believe me, if you know Clark Kent, maybe he could help you, I think it's pretty odd that his best friend is missing that long or maybe you should check with Lana Lang, my business associate, she runs the coffee place: The Talon, I'm sure you heard about it, she's probably curious and angry after I dissapeared with such surprise. You asked so many questions and I will respect them and answer: Helen Bryce, I don't know where is she and in fact, this time, I don't care. I have a feeling she and my dad planed this stupid thing to kill me. You see, my father always said that Helen was not into me. He clamed she was into my money. Maybe it was true but I know my father also wanted a part of my money nad I was too blind to see that they spend a lot of time together. Do you see where I'm getting? I didn't take my cellphone with me and it wouldn't help either if I took it. Can you please help me, I asure you , you will get the price you deserve!

Thank you,

Lex Luthor

P.S. Can I know who is it that I'm writing too? I feel like I could talk to you, you should take it as a compliment.

I blushed. To be complimented by a man like Lex Luthor was a compliment itself. I was so happy he got my letter and I couldn't wait to write him another one. So why wait? I rushed to a box underneath my bed and took a pretty paper with flowers and started to write with passion.

Dear Lex,

How are you? I know you're bored and to tell the truth, I know this feeling. I was so bored these couple of days, after few days of depression. Your letter did increase my entertainment level and I'm grateful for that. The last letter was a bit of a proof for me, I believe you, even if you're not Lex. I wanted to let you know that the two people you've mentioned are very worried about you but they can't do nothing. Clark Kent has been away for couple of days but did come back, he was a bit surprised to find that you were missing but he had another business to intend to. His mother is not feeling well and he had to stay with her. His relationship with Lana Lang is the only thing good now in his life, and she's afraid of hurting him, she said that she truly loves him, He loves her too, I'm sure of it. Lana Lang did notice your dissapearance but she doesn't trust herself enough to help you. I asked her if she could help me and she's afraid of destroying something. . . I'm going to have a talk with the Marshall about the letters so they could start with the process of getting you back here in Smallville.

I don't want any present or price for the help, just the thought of helping is making me feel better. If you did pay me I couldn't ask you for money, it's like talking to Lionel and we both know you don't want to be like your father.

Take care,

A reader

This time I rushed to the kitchen and took the first beer bottle I saw. Spilled all of the beer in it into the sink and put the letter in it. Now, I had greater expectation to the next letter. And it did came, after a week and a half. I forgot to call the Marshall or do anything, I was busy waiting anxiously to the letter. About my indentity I didn't want to tell him about it, I don't think that he would trust me after he'll know who I am.

Dear Lana,

I know it's hard to work in the Talon right now when I'm gone and the amount of clients is low, and I'm sure that although Clark is paying most of his attention to his mother, you'll have your share of his attention. After all, you are the one for him and as you wrote, your the only thing good in his life. Why is Smallville sweet heart depressed?

Hope you got a talk with the sherrif about my condition,

Lex Luthor

This letter really got me. Without further ado I went back at my desk, writing my new letter to him.

Dear Mr. Luthor,

If you think my name is Lana Lang your intuitive quality is pretty lacking.

I looked in the mirror and back in the letter, this time I didn't sign the letter, just wrote what I felt needed ot be written. THIS letter really got ot me. I saved this letter in a drawer underneath my desk and went to sleep. This time I wasn't so sure of keep writing to him.

I was standing in a big forest. Colour green was surounding me with shades of pink and purple. The sky was blue and a bit cloudy and birds were singing their beautiful song. I looked around me and there was no one with me, I was alone. I didn't like being like that so I decided to take a tour in the forrest. Every step I took I felt the wind in my hair, like some one is breathing to my face. I felt free to run everywhere, to do anything. I started to run, shutting my eyes, not knowing where I'm running. Someone stopped me. It was Lex. He touched my chick, and he started to sing. He was killing me softly with his song, with his words. When he sang, the birds seem to compete with him, not letting him sing, but he kept going with his voice. Suddenly the birds stopped singing and a hand reached out to my back. I turned around and saw Clark Kent. He was wearing his blue shirt and a white dove stood on his shoulder, staring at me with it's blue eyes. This sight was so pure and sweet and when I turned to Lex he smirked at me and gave me a red rose. The white dove took the rose from my head and put it in my hair. But the rose didn't get to my hair it strangely started to hurt the dove, it started to eat it. Blood was spreading all around me and I couldn't look. I closed my eyes until I felt someone whispered to me "It's OK". I opened my eyes and Clark and Lex were nowhere to be found. Strangely, the one who whispered in my ear so tenderly was Pete Ross, Clark's best friend. I opened my eyes again and this time I opened them to reality.

It was morning already and I got dressed and ran to the sherrif's office. The whole story with Lex was starting to drive me crazy. It did take long when I tried to explain about the situation and the sherrif tried very hard to understand my babbling. After she understood what I was saying she claimed that I'm not speaking the truth and that law and order is not something to joke about with my friends. I knew I cannot help anybody. I guess I'm a useless person. I went to work and when I got back hom I didn't say hello to anybody, I just went to my dest and took out the letter from my drawer. I threw it in the trash and wrote a new one.

Dear Lex,

I talked to the Sherrif and she doesn't think I speak the truth, I should've brought the letters but I knew she'll think I'm crazy. I'm sorry I've been completely useless. It's been a pleasure writing to you and I hope you'll have your luck.

You should know that Lana Lang broke up with Clark, I heard it today at work. She said that she'll always be with him through tough times but she prefers doing it as a friend. The break up didn't seem to affect both of them as they spend a lot of time together still, she feels that he's the only one who is actually present in her life.

Depression is something everybody is going through and the only reason for it is life. I'm not a smallville sweet heart, and I never will be, and if you think that way about Lana then I'm not her, I'm sorry.

Greetings from Smallville,

Goodbye.

I went to the sea, the wind was blowing very slow but strong and I took a deep breath before I sent the next bottle.

Days were running like turtles speed walk. I tried to read some books, but there was nothing to relate to. On TV there was this film with Kevin Costner and Robin Wright-Penn about a man that writes letters to his wife in the sea. I cried in the end of the film, my tears couldn't stop. But it was in that moment that someone knocked on the door. I opened the door and a man stood right against me, handing me a bottle with a letter. I looked at him and couldn't help but asking. "How did you bring those letters to me? Why did you left these here?"

"Because it said Smallville, and since you're his. . . you know. . . I thought that when he meant Smallville he meant you!"

I took the bottle and slamed the door at the stranger's face. How does he know me? And why the hell does he think that I'm an important thing and Luthor's life. I'm just his. . .

Dear Who ever it is,

You're the only thing that keeps me going on here in this stupid island. All I do here is just think about business and how to start a new war with my father. You're the only one who keeps me under a shell, the real me. You keep me out of my path to the future and make me think about the present.

You're the one that made me live life, you're the one who made me understand that besides losses there are wins. When my plane crashed it was a loss but with it came your letters. And don't say depression is always about life, because if it's true then life is one big depression and we both know that isn't true.

You're not right about you being useless and as a proof you should check the last paragraph I wrote and if it's not a good proof to you just check the window from your room, there's something for you.

My heart beat got stronger again and I ran to my room and opened my window and there he was. Lex Luthor in his full glory. He smirked at me just like in the dream. I smiled back at him and he yelled that I should get down there. Chloe went behind me and asked me who's there. I didn't answer and descended the staires down to the garden. Our eyes were reaching out for each other and we stepped closer and closer to each other.

"So, it was you all along, Lana"

"Yeah, I didn't know you're very intuitive"

"That's one of my best qualities you know, how's the Talon?"

"Does that really interest you?"

"No" He smirked again. I blushed.

"Since when are you here?"

"It seems like part of what you said did affect the sherrif and she sent a group to search for me"

He was lying, I knew that and I gave him a look that said it, he got my look and explained: "My dad heard about your arrival at the sherrif's office and he decided to play good old worry daddy and let's say that he got the sheriff convinced. . ."

"So I didn't help after all. . ."

"If it wasn't for you my dad didn't pull his finger"

"So now you're back"

"Yes, Lana", he took my hand and with it my breath away, "I'm back"

I took his second hand too and played with it with my fingers. His hands were tired and skinny, but I could feel the affection.

"Lana!"

"What?"

"I'll meet you tomorrow, I'm going to pay a visit at the Kents, see if everything's O.K., I hope I'll see you there. . ."

"I guess so. . ."

"Goodbye" He let go of my hand and a shiver crawled all over my body, trying to remind my mind that he went. The letter was still in my hand and I opened it again, I realized that I didn't read all of it:

I knew it was you all along, Lana. You souldn't blame anyone else but me for the letter being sent to you. I guess dreams do come ture. As the time passed by on the island, you were starting to conquer my mind with your beauty. And you conquered my heart with your affection for life. If poetry means passion that you and I together are one big poem. But we wouldn't fullfill our attraction, not now.

You shouldn't have left Clark, I know you love him, and you know it too. Clark is a big part of both of our lives and we can't forget that, but until I'm sure that the both of you are truly over, I'm not going to make a step. You are one tough case Lana Lang, but you truly worth it. I guess what I'm trying to say is your adventure with Clark isn't over but someday it will and I hope you'll think of me when that time comes. Don't forget that there was a past, there is a present and there will always be a future.

Yours,

Lex Luthor.

I emrassed the letter close to my body and went to the kitchen where Chloe waited for me, to hear what the hell had happend. "What's going on Lana?"

"Nothing, but when the time will come you'll see. . ."