Narrative: And if you get inside my head, then you'd understand
Lex had always believed a man could fly.
It was that small bit of childhood left in him that his father hadn't yet been able to get rid of. That still had day dreams about superheros rather then war heros of old.
And right now, it was no day dream. He really was flying, Sunnydale spread out before him. An out of body experience brought on by sudden trauma and/or death but at that moment, he didn't care.
As he glanced down, he saw the familiar scene repeat itself. The Porsche speeding towards the bridge, going far too fast then the legal limit. The truck coming from the opposite direction, loosing one of it's cargo. The abandoned wire rolling out into the middle of the bridge. The Prosche swerving far too late. The figure standing at just the right spot in the rail.
The scene end abruptly as Lex came back to himself, water choking him just as he was aware of lips on his and another's breath in his mouth. He turned his head to cough before looking up at the radiant figure above him. His hero. The inner child was smug.
"I could have sworn I hit you."
"If you had, I'd be...dead."
When two destinies meet, one often expects a big bang, such as the one that created the universe, when in actually, it's often in just looks and soft hellos. Lex Luthor and Clark Kent had to be the exception to the rule.
[Closed Narrative Game Note: Lex's take over of the West Coast Branch of LutherCorp and the car crash would both have been all over the Wednesday evening news.]