In which Clark is a not-so-mild-mannered reporter, Lex is a biological fugitive, and someone is mold.

The first time they met, Clark saved Lex’s life. Lex still hasn’t forgiven him. “I was just testing my bed,” he says. “For springiness.” “Falling. Falling off your bed. You’d have-” “Broken my neck if you hadn’t caught me, I know." Lex chalks another spidery sum onto the wall above his desk. "Trust me to get the roommate with a savior complex.” Clark snorts behind 'Journalism: A History.' “*You* collapsed into *my* arms. Don’t pretend you didn’t like it either, genius.” Lex laughs, balances his equation, and falls backwards off his chair. Clark kicks the door shut and catches him.

Due to a magical backlash Xander is now fifteen. With the newly awoken slayers lusting after him the PTB decides to place him somewhere else. Spike goes with. SLASH!