Summer Story : Lex part 3
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roxyAh my dears! How I missed you. Are you enjoying your Halloween? I still haven't caught up on all the goodies I missed these last few days but I thought I'd toss this out because The Bebees are strongly on my mind.
My outline has fallen by the wayside again, because my muse? is a crackwhore and flies in my window at odd hours of the night and day and screeches "Hey! What about this?" and "You know that thing you're doing now? It SUCKS! DUMP IT!!" So all these things I knew could never ever happen in this 'verse?
Ha! so much for that. I've changed my mind more times then a 1930's screw ball comedy. Poor Clark.He's dizzy with the changes, little schnook-ums and for the first time ever, Lex is being a bitch to me, I'm deeply hurt, 'cause me and him have always been like this--ah well. *wipes down the club* I do have ways to get them to cooperate.
Shhh. Don't be such a baby.
Anyway, ramblet and story! Ah? Ah? Good treat?
Speaking of treats,the other parts of this little story are here, dressed up like Crips and robbin' little kids for bags.
JUNE
Lex stared at Whitney and Pete and wondered when they had lost their minds. Maybe the sun was shriveling up what brains they possessed.
“Let me get this straight —Clark is suffering and it’s my fault? You’re worried about *Clark*?”
He glared at Whit and could not believe how angry he was. He reached up to sweep bangs away, reverting in stress to an old habit. His hand shook as he jerked back to his side, and he tried to repress the surge of grief he felt every time he made a move, a gesture that reminded him of what he’s lost, a loss he struggled not to blame anyone for—
But Clark was always at the bottom of that feeling of anger and sorrow. And now Whit was happy to reconcile with him and leave Lex behind…alone again. He grit his teeth. He knew perfectly well why he wanted to reconcile with Clark, now that Wade had gone missing. Let Whit tell him the truth, tell him what was really happening. He wasn’t stupid.
The sun was too bright, reflecting off the white stone in the drive and making his head ache. His eyes burned and he was sweating and he really didn’t want this conversation. His sorrow and a vague feeling of guilt churned in his gut and became anger, and because he felt he was being confronted, he reacted the way he’s been taught to, and attacked.
“Clark Kent? We are talking about the same guy? Isn’t he the guy you and your little pals crucified last fall, Whit?”
Whit scowled at the driveway, looking shamed and annoyed. He folded his arms and balled his hands in fists against his sides.
“Look, Red, it happened, it’s over. Besides, he’s stalking me. Everywhere I go, he’s there, staring at me. It’s making me feel bad about him. And after all, he helped you, didn’t he? When you had that fight?”
Whit raised a hand to wipe the sweat off his brow, unconsciously mimicking Lex’s gesture and scuffed his feet through the stones. He and Pete exchanged a look and Pete made a move towards Lex but stopped when Lex whipped his head towards Pete.
” It was you wasn’t it? You and your family. This has Ross written all over it. Your mother, your dad, brain-washing Whit, and god knows he has little to spare!”
“Hey! “ Whit protested.” Don’t take it out on us. You’ve got to give it up, Red. We need to get back together, all of us—we need to be the Musketeers again.”
Lex sneered at Whitney. “Are you kidding? There are no Musketeers anymore! There’s only you, and me, and Pete and Clark—separate entities, Whit. You think I don’t know why Clark’s stalking you? What he wants? Don’t act like you haven’t encouraged him. Go ahead Whit-- fuck him too! Shit, Wade’s gone who knows where, no problem there …”
Whit backed away from the fury Lex projected, shaking his head as though he could knock his words away.
“And what would your shiny new family think about Wade, hmm? Would they still love you if they knew what you and Wade did?”
Pete looked at Whit, horrified. “Damn Whit! Tell me he’s full of it! Tell me it’s not true!”
Whitney looked at Lex, his eyes wide in an expression of shock, of hurt and anger.
“Man, Red, you can be a dick when you want, hunh?” He said softly, miserably.
“Hey, better than sucking dick, Whit.” The minute it was out of his mouth he wanted to cut his tongue out, but he refused to look ashamed or sorry, or admit that his own words sliced into him like a knife.
“FUCK you, Red!” Whit kicked up a spray of stones, Pete yelped and jumped out of the way.
Whitney whipped around and stalked to the car in the driveway, yanked the door open and threw himself in, slamming the door shut as hard as he could.
Pete gaped at Lex as if seeing him for the first time.
“Lex! I can’t believe you! Why are you being such a jerk….”
At Lex’s sardonic grin he asked, “Is it true? Him and Wade?” He looked down the drive towards the car, but the expression on his face was one of worry. Wade was not the type of person Whit should be hanging out with, Pete thought, not in any kind of way. Wade was trouble pure and simple. Why him?
Lex laughed nastily, “What do you think of your little housemate now? Wade hasn’t been the only one, either--"
Pete interrupted him before he could go on—
“What do I think of him, Lex? A hell of a lot better than I think of you right now. What the heck is this? Why are you attacking Whit? He didn’t screw up things between you and Clark! If you lost out to him, it was your fault."
Lex’s head jerked back like he’d been slapped. It was true. He’d only been trying to make Whit mad, but it was true. Clark and ...
Pete kept yelling, “You think I don’t know how you feel about Clark? You think you’re hiding it so damn good? Maybe that’s why you’re so pissed at Whit. So he’s with Wade or was with Wade, so what-- at least he’s honest with himself! Why don’t you try it” Pete stepped closer. “It was his call to tell me, not yours.”
He was angry, so angry his voice shook. He stepped forward again, his fists balled.
“Go on Pete, hit me,” Lex snarled, but his voice shook and his eyes were red and seemed wet with tears.
Pete dropped his fists and sighed hard. This was so fucked up—the whole situation was so fucked and he knew Lex was hurting but…
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this, why you want to hurt him. Lex. Whitney’s always looked out for you. Why would you hurt him? He’s not betraying you. None of this is his fault. Talk to Clark, Lex, and it better be soon.” Pete backed up the drive, holding Lex’s eyes with his.
“You think that it doesn’t show but it does. You need Clark, and he needs you. It’s making you come apart, Lex. It’s making you come all apart.”
He whirled and dashed down the drive. Whitney threw the car into gear and tore out when Pete climbed in. White stones sprayed out from under the tires, spattering back to the ground, a few spitting against Lex’s legs.
Lex stood in the drive long after the car was gone. They had no idea. No idea all what he was going through.
He thought about the days. All the days that passed, days that were empty echoes of the way life used to be. All the days gone forever, days that should have been spent with Clark. If he were honest with himself like Pete said, he’d admit the separation was killing him; it hurt him more than Clark, that much was evident. Truth. He needed Clark.
Hell, he could see the result of ‘The Luthor Way.’ He didn’t want to be his dad, bitter, alone and closed off from any kind of meaningful human contact. As far as Lex could tell the man was incapable of giving love, obviously unable to accept it. He wasn’t going to repeat his dad’s mistakes. No way. No way in hell was he going to live his dad’s life.
He turned back up the drive, trudging along and kicking the stones with every step. Stupid stones…stupid drive …stupid ostentatious pile of shit castle in the middle of fuckin’ Kansas for god’s sake.
He banged on the door until George answered with a look that plainly said, don’t you have a key you twit, purely for the satisfaction of knowing there were people who had to do what he said when he said it. He didn’t like to admit it, but there were times when knowing he had some power, however small, gave him a sense of satisfaction, more so since the accident then before. Of course it was petty and kind of childish. After all, this was only a reflection of his dad’s power, not his own.
Not yet.
A quiet cough reminded him he was still lingering on the step, and he pinked and swept into the house head up, ignoring the faint sneer on George’s face. He looked forward to someday hiring George away from his dad so he could fire him,and then make sure he ended up under a bridge somewhere.
Lex stomped up to his room and threw himself on his bed. He kicked his shoes so they went sailing and enjoyed the satisfying clunk they made as they hit the wall. He shoved his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.
Maybe I should ask dad about having something painted up there, as much time as I spend staring at it. He closed his eyes and relived the last hour and wished sincerely he hadn’t been such an ass-hole. What a fucked up stupid way to treat his best friend.
Sometimes it was if another person lived inside of him, a cold, evil son of a bitch who possessed him and hurt everyone around him, hurt him just as much and then left him to deal with the aftermath. If there were any way he could turn back time, and erase the last hour of his miserable life, he would.
Lex rolled to his side and thought about this Luthor thing, this stiff necked ‘never apologize never forgive’ attitude his father had gifted him with.
He didn’t want to be his dad, couldn’t stomach the thought of his life as a constant game in which victory was the only reward and crushing your opponent the only satisfaction… he laughed bitterly to himself. Even if your opponent was your son…
He sighed again, a huge gusty sigh and stood, fished his cell phone out of his pocket. If he didn’t want to be his dad, then the first thing he needed to be was honest with himself. And if that meant begging Whit to forgive him, so be it, because he couldn’t loose him too. No matter what happened. If Whit ended up with Clark, he’d live with it. He had to. Whatever it took. Eventually they’d all be friends again, he knew it.
And if he should somehow change Clark’s mind about him…well, it was Smallville.
Unbelievable things did happen.
TBC, my babies!
My outline has fallen by the wayside again, because my muse? is a crackwhore and flies in my window at odd hours of the night and day and screeches "Hey! What about this?" and "You know that thing you're doing now? It SUCKS! DUMP IT!!" So all these things I knew could never ever happen in this 'verse?
Ha! so much for that. I've changed my mind more times then a 1930's screw ball comedy. Poor Clark.He's dizzy with the changes, little schnook-ums and for the first time ever, Lex is being a bitch to me, I'm deeply hurt, 'cause me and him have always been like this--ah well. *wipes down the club* I do have ways to get them to cooperate.
Shhh. Don't be such a baby.
Anyway, ramblet and story! Ah? Ah? Good treat?
Speaking of treats,the other parts of this little story are here, dressed up like Crips and robbin' little kids for bags.
JUNE
Lex stared at Whitney and Pete and wondered when they had lost their minds. Maybe the sun was shriveling up what brains they possessed.
“Let me get this straight —Clark is suffering and it’s my fault? You’re worried about *Clark*?”
He glared at Whit and could not believe how angry he was. He reached up to sweep bangs away, reverting in stress to an old habit. His hand shook as he jerked back to his side, and he tried to repress the surge of grief he felt every time he made a move, a gesture that reminded him of what he’s lost, a loss he struggled not to blame anyone for—
But Clark was always at the bottom of that feeling of anger and sorrow. And now Whit was happy to reconcile with him and leave Lex behind…alone again. He grit his teeth. He knew perfectly well why he wanted to reconcile with Clark, now that Wade had gone missing. Let Whit tell him the truth, tell him what was really happening. He wasn’t stupid.
The sun was too bright, reflecting off the white stone in the drive and making his head ache. His eyes burned and he was sweating and he really didn’t want this conversation. His sorrow and a vague feeling of guilt churned in his gut and became anger, and because he felt he was being confronted, he reacted the way he’s been taught to, and attacked.
“Clark Kent? We are talking about the same guy? Isn’t he the guy you and your little pals crucified last fall, Whit?”
Whit scowled at the driveway, looking shamed and annoyed. He folded his arms and balled his hands in fists against his sides.
“Look, Red, it happened, it’s over. Besides, he’s stalking me. Everywhere I go, he’s there, staring at me. It’s making me feel bad about him. And after all, he helped you, didn’t he? When you had that fight?”
Whit raised a hand to wipe the sweat off his brow, unconsciously mimicking Lex’s gesture and scuffed his feet through the stones. He and Pete exchanged a look and Pete made a move towards Lex but stopped when Lex whipped his head towards Pete.
” It was you wasn’t it? You and your family. This has Ross written all over it. Your mother, your dad, brain-washing Whit, and god knows he has little to spare!”
“Hey! “ Whit protested.” Don’t take it out on us. You’ve got to give it up, Red. We need to get back together, all of us—we need to be the Musketeers again.”
Lex sneered at Whitney. “Are you kidding? There are no Musketeers anymore! There’s only you, and me, and Pete and Clark—separate entities, Whit. You think I don’t know why Clark’s stalking you? What he wants? Don’t act like you haven’t encouraged him. Go ahead Whit-- fuck him too! Shit, Wade’s gone who knows where, no problem there …”
Whit backed away from the fury Lex projected, shaking his head as though he could knock his words away.
“And what would your shiny new family think about Wade, hmm? Would they still love you if they knew what you and Wade did?”
Pete looked at Whit, horrified. “Damn Whit! Tell me he’s full of it! Tell me it’s not true!”
Whitney looked at Lex, his eyes wide in an expression of shock, of hurt and anger.
“Man, Red, you can be a dick when you want, hunh?” He said softly, miserably.
“Hey, better than sucking dick, Whit.” The minute it was out of his mouth he wanted to cut his tongue out, but he refused to look ashamed or sorry, or admit that his own words sliced into him like a knife.
“FUCK you, Red!” Whit kicked up a spray of stones, Pete yelped and jumped out of the way.
Whitney whipped around and stalked to the car in the driveway, yanked the door open and threw himself in, slamming the door shut as hard as he could.
Pete gaped at Lex as if seeing him for the first time.
“Lex! I can’t believe you! Why are you being such a jerk….”
At Lex’s sardonic grin he asked, “Is it true? Him and Wade?” He looked down the drive towards the car, but the expression on his face was one of worry. Wade was not the type of person Whit should be hanging out with, Pete thought, not in any kind of way. Wade was trouble pure and simple. Why him?
Lex laughed nastily, “What do you think of your little housemate now? Wade hasn’t been the only one, either--"
Pete interrupted him before he could go on—
“What do I think of him, Lex? A hell of a lot better than I think of you right now. What the heck is this? Why are you attacking Whit? He didn’t screw up things between you and Clark! If you lost out to him, it was your fault."
Lex’s head jerked back like he’d been slapped. It was true. He’d only been trying to make Whit mad, but it was true. Clark and ...
Pete kept yelling, “You think I don’t know how you feel about Clark? You think you’re hiding it so damn good? Maybe that’s why you’re so pissed at Whit. So he’s with Wade or was with Wade, so what-- at least he’s honest with himself! Why don’t you try it” Pete stepped closer. “It was his call to tell me, not yours.”
He was angry, so angry his voice shook. He stepped forward again, his fists balled.
“Go on Pete, hit me,” Lex snarled, but his voice shook and his eyes were red and seemed wet with tears.
Pete dropped his fists and sighed hard. This was so fucked up—the whole situation was so fucked and he knew Lex was hurting but…
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this, why you want to hurt him. Lex. Whitney’s always looked out for you. Why would you hurt him? He’s not betraying you. None of this is his fault. Talk to Clark, Lex, and it better be soon.” Pete backed up the drive, holding Lex’s eyes with his.
“You think that it doesn’t show but it does. You need Clark, and he needs you. It’s making you come apart, Lex. It’s making you come all apart.”
He whirled and dashed down the drive. Whitney threw the car into gear and tore out when Pete climbed in. White stones sprayed out from under the tires, spattering back to the ground, a few spitting against Lex’s legs.
Lex stood in the drive long after the car was gone. They had no idea. No idea all what he was going through.
He thought about the days. All the days that passed, days that were empty echoes of the way life used to be. All the days gone forever, days that should have been spent with Clark. If he were honest with himself like Pete said, he’d admit the separation was killing him; it hurt him more than Clark, that much was evident. Truth. He needed Clark.
Hell, he could see the result of ‘The Luthor Way.’ He didn’t want to be his dad, bitter, alone and closed off from any kind of meaningful human contact. As far as Lex could tell the man was incapable of giving love, obviously unable to accept it. He wasn’t going to repeat his dad’s mistakes. No way. No way in hell was he going to live his dad’s life.
He turned back up the drive, trudging along and kicking the stones with every step. Stupid stones…stupid drive …stupid ostentatious pile of shit castle in the middle of fuckin’ Kansas for god’s sake.
He banged on the door until George answered with a look that plainly said, don’t you have a key you twit, purely for the satisfaction of knowing there were people who had to do what he said when he said it. He didn’t like to admit it, but there were times when knowing he had some power, however small, gave him a sense of satisfaction, more so since the accident then before. Of course it was petty and kind of childish. After all, this was only a reflection of his dad’s power, not his own.
Not yet.
A quiet cough reminded him he was still lingering on the step, and he pinked and swept into the house head up, ignoring the faint sneer on George’s face. He looked forward to someday hiring George away from his dad so he could fire him,and then make sure he ended up under a bridge somewhere.
Lex stomped up to his room and threw himself on his bed. He kicked his shoes so they went sailing and enjoyed the satisfying clunk they made as they hit the wall. He shoved his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.
Maybe I should ask dad about having something painted up there, as much time as I spend staring at it. He closed his eyes and relived the last hour and wished sincerely he hadn’t been such an ass-hole. What a fucked up stupid way to treat his best friend.
Sometimes it was if another person lived inside of him, a cold, evil son of a bitch who possessed him and hurt everyone around him, hurt him just as much and then left him to deal with the aftermath. If there were any way he could turn back time, and erase the last hour of his miserable life, he would.
Lex rolled to his side and thought about this Luthor thing, this stiff necked ‘never apologize never forgive’ attitude his father had gifted him with.
He didn’t want to be his dad, couldn’t stomach the thought of his life as a constant game in which victory was the only reward and crushing your opponent the only satisfaction… he laughed bitterly to himself. Even if your opponent was your son…
He sighed again, a huge gusty sigh and stood, fished his cell phone out of his pocket. If he didn’t want to be his dad, then the first thing he needed to be was honest with himself. And if that meant begging Whit to forgive him, so be it, because he couldn’t loose him too. No matter what happened. If Whit ended up with Clark, he’d live with it. He had to. Whatever it took. Eventually they’d all be friends again, he knew it.
And if he should somehow change Clark’s mind about him…well, it was Smallville.
Unbelievable things did happen.
TBC, my babies!
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11/1/04 12:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
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11/1/04 01:03 am (UTC)Yes, yes...go on about your business, nothing to see here.
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11/1/04 01:23 am (UTC)Hopefully he starts behaving himself and apologises to Whit and talks to Clark.
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11/1/04 01:25 am (UTC)Nice work! :)
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11/1/04 01:25 am (UTC)I just saw Far From Heaven. It's messed my mind up good.
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11/1/04 02:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/1/04 04:41 am (UTC)Soo good, bay-bee!
Just lovely.
So glad Lex it THINKING, and hating what his dad is doing to him....
*bounce*
Good stuff!
Oh! Read this earlier, i think you'll like it:http://home.comcast.net/~annehawley/stories/0cover.htm
Smallville/Firefly xover, Lex-centric. Neat.
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11/1/04 05:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/1/04 05:42 am (UTC)*bounce*
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11/1/04 06:58 am (UTC)Peeeete!!
11/1/04 06:51 pm (UTC)'You think that it doesn't show but it does. You need Clark, and he needs you. It's making you come apart, Lex. It's making you come all apart.'
This line is perfect! Pete's voice comes through so clearly. I really loved the confrontation he had with Lex after Whitney stormed off. Such good crack, baby!!
Re: Peeeete!!
11/1/04 10:13 pm (UTC)Pete to me is the one who speaks truth almost by accident. It just comes out of his faith in his friends. If that makes sense! *g*
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11/2/04 03:10 am (UTC)I'm really enjoying this story. You totally made me cry the last 4 installments (I think it is), ever since Clark failed to save Lex from the fire. *blows nose* The conversations really flow naturally, from the playful namecalling and head slapping to the yelling and screaming. I adore watching the evolution of these 4 boys and am delighted at how unsure I am of their future. There are several possibilities, and I'm dying to know (wait, is that the right kind of dieing? LOL) *clears throat* dieing to know what happens next! *hugs and shakes you to hurry up for my reading pleasure*.
psst~ *whispers* Oh, and by the way, part one is missing about 4 or 5 installments in your memories. I know because I had to page forward from the 9&10 chapter to find them before starting chapter 2.
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11/3/04 03:52 am (UTC)And thanks for the heads up, I'll check it out!
No, I didn't fall off the earth... *g*
11/4/04 11:14 am (UTC)Lex's explosion and pain was well done. I hurt for everyone in that scene. I still wanna hug them all.
And finally - a vision of reconciliation on the horizon. You're not toying with me again, are you? *g* Teasing, honey! *kisses your cheek*
I saw the comment before a few chapters after my 'Argh' comment. *g* I don't bite, not even much, not even at all. I am the least kerfuffly person I know. I'm just attached to our boys and this version that you've written is very gripping. ;)
As always, I'm really looking forward to more.
{{hugs}}
Re: No, I didn't fall off the earth... *g*
11/5/04 03:19 am (UTC)And gosh, I wasn't afraid you bite! (Roxy be shivering in her shoes)I 'm not afraid at all! *hugs you* :0)