Walk Through The Fire

Revenge

A/N: I don't own Smallville or any characters and places in the DC universe. Nor do I own the episodes that these chapters are based on and contained.

I also don't claim to be a writer. My inspiration is simply to get a creative outlet going.

I only own Tyla Nevin and what pertains to her character story.

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The sound of boots trudged into the study. The clinking of thick heels only meant one thing to Lex Luthor; his fiancée was back with her mother. He blinked, nodding a formal greeting to her before settling back to his work. Tyla was out shopping for her wedding dress. Without the car in her possession,  her mom drove her around the city for the time being. It was a last-minute offer before they left for National City for New Year's. It was a pleasant change of pace, especially since he didn't want to stay in Smallville. The winter was draining him. He looked up again, as he heard chattering from the two women, something about looking for the dress in Metropolis instead.

"No luck?" He asked, abruptly as he turned off his laptop.

"Yeah but even if I found it, I wouldn't keep it here for your prying eyes," she joked. There was a look shared between the two women as Lex got up.

"I...wouldn't dream of it," was his reply. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks and looked at her sheepishly before he walked around the desk to meet them.

Fae knew it wouldn't do any good for her to stay in the study. She turned to her daughter and smiled calmly. "I'm going to go find your washroom again," she announced, giving Lex a sympathetic look. "Then we can all have a late lunch in town."

Lex reluctantly watched his future mother-in-law leave. A part of him wanted to leave as well. It wasn't without a doubt that Fae knew what was making the two of them nervous. Although, it could be argued that it was he who was making it so. "I just wanted to apologize for my behavior the other night," he said. Between the Kents funeral and their own wedding preparations, it was hard to talk to her about the night he lost the election. When Tyla told him that her car was totalled along with her phone, he felt a flash of reality that he could lose her indefinitely to this secret war that she was a part of. He couldn't do so much as wait and be there for her. With the ship gone, he couldn't help her uncover more.

"Lex, it's okay," Tyla said, sighed.

"No, I want to do this sober." He added, holding her hands in his. He turned over her hand to look down at the engagement ring. "I don't want to leave this stone unturned."

"You needed help; I know you have trouble asking for it, but I will be here."

"I just hope I can be there for you." Lex said. She had left to save Lana, he knew that until she could give the powers away, she needed to do good. But what could he do when the people of Smallville thought of him as a villainous character? "I lean to you, but I hope when the time comes, when you need someone to lean on, know that I will be there for you."

Tyla gave him a small smile. She knew that. She knew wholeheartedly that he struggled to find a balance. He struggled between empathy and vengeance. He struggled between space and action. Most of all, he struggled with trust. But trust was what he had with her. He had to have known that.

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It seemed sooner rather than later, Tyla called him while she was in the office at LuthorCorp. The stocks were going haywire from what the live reports that she read. But between the projects' approval and the search for her wedding dress, she was tied up. So, Lex took it upon himself to see where the hostile takeover was coming from. It wasn't to his surprise that his father was behind it. It was practically predictable to see that his father was sitting in what used to be his chair in his former office. The man had a smirk across his face as he played with one of his many issues of status. It was a historical but very polished gun.