"Lex, how could you do it! How could you murder your own brother!" Lionel yelled, pacing in Lex's room.

"I didn't mean to! I. . .he was crying, I tried to rock him. I'm sorry. Please, you have to

believe me." Lex pleaded.

"I saw you, Lex! I saw you standing over Julian's crib! It didn't look like an accident, I didn't hear any crying when I came up the stairs. What were you doing?"

"I. . .I was just trying to rock him, to put him to sleep. He was crying, you know I hate it when he cries, Dad."

"No, Lex, you can't have been! You killed my son! I want to know WHY!"

"Hush little baby... don't say a word... I'm gonna buy you a mockingbird... and if that mocking bird don't sing... I'm gonna buy you a diamond ring... If that diamond ring turns brass... I'm gonna buy you...a looking glass." Lex picked up a rolled up blanket that had been laying on his bed, and starting to sing to it, rocking slightly back and forth.

"I demand an answer, Alexander!" Lionel yelled.

"Shhhhhh, Dad, you'll wake the baby. You know I hate it when he cries." Lex whispered, tickling the 'chin' of the blanket.

"No, Lex, Julian is not in your arms. You killed him, Lex, last night. We both know that. Stop with this foolishness, and ANSWER ME!" Lionel thundered. All Lex did was repeat the nursery rhyme.

"Lex, how could you do it! How could you murder your own brother!" Lionel yelled, pacing in Lex's room.

"I didn't mean to! I. . .he was crying, I tried to rock him. I'm sorry. Please, you have to believe me." Lex pleaded.

"I saw you, Lex! I saw you standing over Julian's crib! It didn't look like an accident, I didn't hear any crying when I came up the stairs. What were you doing?"

"I. . .I was just trying to rock him, to put him to sleep. He was crying, you know I hate it when he cries, Dad."

"No, Lex, you can't have been! You killed my son! I want to know WHY!"

"Hush little baby... don't say a word... I'm gonna buy you a mockingbird... and if that mocking bird don't sing... I'm gonna buy you a diamond ring... If that diamond ring turns brass... I'm gonna buy you...a looking glass." Lionel, disgusted, walked out of the room, slamming the door. Lillian came in a short while later.

"Why, Lex? Why did you take the blame for me? I knew what I was doing."

"To protect you. Dad would have killed you, Mom, or drugged you up and locked you away. I need you, Mom. I need you now. That doesn't mean I agree with what you did. Dad was changing. He did the dishes Mom! After you left with Julian. He was trying to become a better person, and you didn't give him a chance! How you could do that to me? Despite all of it, I need you. I need your love, and support. He's going to be hell to be around, now. And I need you, Mom. That's why."

"He. . .he what? He was. . .doing the dishes? He. . .oh my god. My son! What. . .what, Julian. My son! I didn't. . ." Lillian got up and staggered out of Lex's room, moaning 'Julian' over and over.

"Yeah, Mom, dishes, didn't have to, Julian. No Lex anywhere in there. Thanks, Mom, for thinking of me, too." Lex mumbled to himself, as he slowly started to cry. No one was there, however, to see him or comfort him. He was all alone.