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Smallville, Kansas
Lionel Luthor had brought over the Luthor Castle from Scotland, because it could be done, but most importantly because only he could have had it done. The gesture was an ostentatious display of wealth clearly meant to awe and inspire. It was, even years after having been brought over, one of the most talked of events in Smallville, even a bit of a tourist attraction.
Ottery walked up to the gate and smiled at the guard, “Yo Jeeves,” he said, and the tall blonde bodyguard looked the boy up and down.
The boy really did look a fright, his pants in tatters, his shirt untucked, and smudges of dirt on his face. The guard did nothing to stop him or to correct him either, the boy clearly hadn’t cared to memorize his name, but it was like that with rich people wasn’t it? What did he care if Lex’s pet brat was a jerk, he still got paid well? The guard opened the gate for the boy but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him.
Ottery looked up and smiled warmly at him, but was met with a cold indifferent stare. “Thanks Mike,” he said, but the man was not listening.
The boy felt a cold shiver run down his spine. His sense of humor didn’t go over very well with everybody.
Ottery knew everyone thought of him as a spoiled brat because he was Lex Luthor’s ward. They all thought (and wrongly too) that he stood to inherit the whole Luthor fortune. “I’m not Di ck Grayson you dorks,” he thought to himself and walked up to the castle angrily. It was the last time he would bother trying to be friends with the help.
A quick change and he was walking down the stairs from his room, in time to see Clark Kent walking out of the mansion.
“Hey Clark,” Ottery said, stars in his eyes, positively running down steps.
“Hey Otts. What are you doing here? I thought you were in France, at some boarding school.”
“Holidays,” Ottery lied, and Clark gave him a funny look as if he could tell the boy was lying.
“Staying around a while?”
“I don’t know…I could be persuaded.” Ottery said, blushing suddenly at his audacity.
Clark for his part seemed to have missed the hidden meaning of the remark, or perhaps he didn’t mind indulging the boy’s silly infatuation, or he might have mistaken it for hero worship. “If you do, come around the house, Mom and Dad would love it. I’ll see you around then,” the cute farm boy said smiling back.
“You can count on it,” Ottery replied, jumping down and skipping the last three steps of the stairs. Clark just smiled and walked out as Ottery blushed. “I’m such a dork,” the dark haired boy said and flinched when he heard his name being called out in a loud yell from Lex’s office. “Gee thanks Jeeves,” Ottery mumbled and walked towards the office.
Sitting behind his desk, looking at his laptop and not at the dark haired boy’s faux penitent walk (pouty lips, staring intently at the floor, hands clasped behind his back), Lex took a drink.
“What are you doing here?” Lex asked, disappointment dripping from his voice, and Ottery’s heart broke. He hated disappointing people he loved.
“It’s complicated,” the boy started.
“Anything to do with you Ottery usually is,” Lex said smiling sarcastically as he took another drink. He got up and walked over to the glass table where he kept his brandy.
“Well it’s like this Lex…” the boy started.
“Who’s trying to kill you now?” Lex asked, the sarcasm no longer in his voice, but replaced instead with a kind of weariness. It was no secret Ottery had a knack for getting into trouble.
“No one’s trying to kill me, Lex. Well I mean they are but…well…”
“This time it is your fault. Is that it?”
“Well…” Ottery said smiling sheepishly. Teddy usually argued that it was always Ottery’s fault people wanted to kill him (Yes, even his family). That was how Teddy excused his many attempts at trying to murder the boy — he was just following everyone else’s example. Besides, wouldn’t it be more merciful if Teddy did it?
“I got a message from Baron Wolfram. Again. Seems you’ve been breaking and entering now.” Lex took another drink and walked back around to his desk.
“Don’t be mad at me Lexy?” Ottery said.
“Explain to me again why I keep you around?”
“I’ve got secrets,” Ottery said, looking past the bald headed man out the stain glass windows.
“Exactly. You know things about the Kents…that’s why I took you in…”
“Well that and Teddy’s always giving you good tips on the stock market,” the boy mumbled under his breath.
Lex smiled at that. Teddy had made Lex over 180 million in the last two months.
“But you still won’t tell me Clark’s secret,” Lex remarked.
“I promised I wouldn’t tell,” the dark haired boy replied looking him in the eyes then. He hated disappointing people he loved.
“Yes, I know. You consequently left that out during the adoption hearing.”
Ottery smiled back mischievously. “Aww c’mon Lex, you know you love me. Besides if you’re so interested in aliens…”
There was the sound of a large book being slammed shut. “What was that?” Ottery turned to look up at Lionel Luthor. He had been listening to the whole conversation from the library terrace.
“Grandpa!” Ottery exclaimed, and Lex’s father gave the boy a withering stare. “How was prison Gramps?”
“Lex. I thought you were having the exterminators in. Just look at the size of these vermin.”
“Father,” Lex exclaimed. “Ottery, behave.”
“He started it!” Ottery yelled stomping his foot on the floor.
It was going to be a long evening in the Luthor household. Lex was seriously considering going to The Talon and just drowning his sorrows in coffee or maybe the Kents would have him over for dinner.  
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