To love and to… what???

Summary: Lex is reached ultra tomb from someone in his past on his 28th birthday changing his life radically and forcing him to take an unprecedented decision. Just read and find out.

Humor – Romance

R – for some language and possible sex

Disclaimer: I don´t own the characters, or any of the series storylines, read and enjoy.

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This will mainly be a Lex story so don't expect too many side stories, maybe one or two… or none.

Birthday present – chapter 1

One more year had come and gone and he was still the same, alone. He sat back, whiskey in had and watched at the finely decorated wall of his study in front of him. Clark, Chloe and Lana had come to wish him happy birthday, at first he was surprised they even knew, but with Chloe in the crew he knew anything was possible. His father hadn't even managed a phone call, but it had been a long time since he had even cared for that. He sighed and let the silence of the night weigh upon him, gifting him some of its peace.

A hard knock came at the door.

"Come in" he called out, putting his whiskey down on the large oak desk. One of his bodyguards made his way to the desk and dropped a large envelope in front of him.

"This was just dropped off for your Mr. Luthor." He stepped back and waited for instructions.

"Thanks," he took that as a dismissal and left the room.

Lex grabbed the carton envelope and opened it only to find a smaller white envelope inside. His name was written with beautiful cursive, the lines of the writing made his heart stop. It couldn't be, but it was, after all this time there was no way he had forgotten her handwriting, so feminine, so clear and so elegant, so her.

"Mom." A small sound made his way out his mouth to form that small word. Recovering from his initial shock he quickly ripped the envelope.

Nothing seem to come out first, he had to open the envelope completely and shake it on the desk.

A small card tumbled on the desk. He stared at it and picked it up, reading the small writing on it, it was just a name. He checked the envelope again, and also looked in the larger one to, just to check if he had missed something. There was nothing. He looked at the card again, it was yellow with age, very thin, handwritten with the same delicacy was a name:

Samuel Hartridge – Attorney at law