Summer Story 6a
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roxyPrevious Parts are here, strangely quiet.
SummerStory
Saturday
The next morning brought no relief. The tension was thick in the air, Kathy and Abigail were painfully polite to each other, Bill left as soon as was polite, claiming he had desperate need of charcoal and thanked Pete under his breath for hiding the bags they had. Pete grinned at his Dad, and thanked god again that no one had yet noticed that Whit was sick as a dog and still in bed. Or rather, that Mom hadn’t noticed. He could hear Matt quietly and firmly saying something, which was his equivalent of yelling.
"Mother, you need to listen to Kathy. Sheryl will make an excellent addition to the family. Her people are lawyers too, so you do have a lot in common with them, they’re in a prestigious firm in Metropolis. Her family has contacts that will help Samuel in the future.”
Pete rolled his eyes. What happened to those two? Why can’t they be more like the rest of us?
He shook his head and went to check on Whit.
Whit was miserable and sick and laying under the blankets. His drapes were drawn and a pillow was over his face.
Pete reached down and yanked the pillow off,” Eww! You look like shit! Damn, maybe you died last night and your body doesn’t know it yet?”
“Thanks for your sympathy, Pete. I can die happy now, knowing you care…” Whit rolled over to his belly and groaned, only partially exaggerating. He tried to pull the blankets over his heads, but Pete wouldn’t let him.
“Serves you right. Come on, Sam’s going to be here in a bit, and you need to get fresh sheets on the bed and get your ass out of here.” He pulled on the sheets till Whit finally staggered to his feet and glared at him as he made his way out to the hallway.
“Clean up, and brush your teeth! Something crawled in your mouth and sh-died.Um. Hi Mom.”
“Where’s Whitney,” she asked and her eyes said don’t play with me, and Pete pointed down the hall, and backed into the room.
Whit came back into the room a few minutes later, looking paler if that was even possible than he had before. He dropped down next to Pete on the bed and dropped his head into his hands.
“Oh, shit, Whit, what did she say?” Pete was afraid. Was it possible she wanted to throw Whit out? No way! No way was he going to let her do that He stood. He’d talk to her now—
“Sit Pete. It’s okay. Really. She just wanted to talk. I’m fine, she’s fine.”
He lifted his head again and gave Pete a sickly grin. “I swear, Pete it’s okay.”
Pete was damn suspicious but he had to go along with what Whit said.
From downstairs a voice called out, "Hey! Where is everyone?” Pete shrugged. I thought Mike went with Dad.”
Whit sighed and got up, walked to his closet. “That’s Sam.”
Downstairs everyone was hugging and talking at once and Whit hung to the side a bit. Sam looked great, really happy and even Abigail had no defense against a happy Sam. They worked their way by degrees back to the kitchen and Whit ended up sitting between Mike and Sam and just –looking at him.
Everyone seemed more than happy not to discuss the real reason for Sam’s visit for a bit, and so he could pretend too, it was just a visit, a family thing—they’d cook and laugh and play ball and then everyone would go home and it’d be normal. And maybe sometime during the visit, Sam would turn to him and say, “you know, you’re not my brother, you’re so much more to me”, and kiss him, hold him, touch him until he fell a million miles—“Whit!”
He jerked his head towards Bill— “Yes sir?” He smiled as naturally as he could manage, and shoved his hair back off his forehead.
“Wow, you were gone for a moment there, you back now?” Bill smiled at him and Whit felt like crying. There was no way any of this was going to work out for him. Between Wade and Sam and everyone else, he was going to die.
tbc and remember, always look on the bright side of life!
SummerStory
Saturday
The next morning brought no relief. The tension was thick in the air, Kathy and Abigail were painfully polite to each other, Bill left as soon as was polite, claiming he had desperate need of charcoal and thanked Pete under his breath for hiding the bags they had. Pete grinned at his Dad, and thanked god again that no one had yet noticed that Whit was sick as a dog and still in bed. Or rather, that Mom hadn’t noticed. He could hear Matt quietly and firmly saying something, which was his equivalent of yelling.
"Mother, you need to listen to Kathy. Sheryl will make an excellent addition to the family. Her people are lawyers too, so you do have a lot in common with them, they’re in a prestigious firm in Metropolis. Her family has contacts that will help Samuel in the future.”
Pete rolled his eyes. What happened to those two? Why can’t they be more like the rest of us?
He shook his head and went to check on Whit.
Whit was miserable and sick and laying under the blankets. His drapes were drawn and a pillow was over his face.
Pete reached down and yanked the pillow off,” Eww! You look like shit! Damn, maybe you died last night and your body doesn’t know it yet?”
“Thanks for your sympathy, Pete. I can die happy now, knowing you care…” Whit rolled over to his belly and groaned, only partially exaggerating. He tried to pull the blankets over his heads, but Pete wouldn’t let him.
“Serves you right. Come on, Sam’s going to be here in a bit, and you need to get fresh sheets on the bed and get your ass out of here.” He pulled on the sheets till Whit finally staggered to his feet and glared at him as he made his way out to the hallway.
“Clean up, and brush your teeth! Something crawled in your mouth and sh-died.Um. Hi Mom.”
“Where’s Whitney,” she asked and her eyes said don’t play with me, and Pete pointed down the hall, and backed into the room.
Whit came back into the room a few minutes later, looking paler if that was even possible than he had before. He dropped down next to Pete on the bed and dropped his head into his hands.
“Oh, shit, Whit, what did she say?” Pete was afraid. Was it possible she wanted to throw Whit out? No way! No way was he going to let her do that He stood. He’d talk to her now—
“Sit Pete. It’s okay. Really. She just wanted to talk. I’m fine, she’s fine.”
He lifted his head again and gave Pete a sickly grin. “I swear, Pete it’s okay.”
Pete was damn suspicious but he had to go along with what Whit said.
From downstairs a voice called out, "Hey! Where is everyone?” Pete shrugged. I thought Mike went with Dad.”
Whit sighed and got up, walked to his closet. “That’s Sam.”
Downstairs everyone was hugging and talking at once and Whit hung to the side a bit. Sam looked great, really happy and even Abigail had no defense against a happy Sam. They worked their way by degrees back to the kitchen and Whit ended up sitting between Mike and Sam and just –looking at him.
Everyone seemed more than happy not to discuss the real reason for Sam’s visit for a bit, and so he could pretend too, it was just a visit, a family thing—they’d cook and laugh and play ball and then everyone would go home and it’d be normal. And maybe sometime during the visit, Sam would turn to him and say, “you know, you’re not my brother, you’re so much more to me”, and kiss him, hold him, touch him until he fell a million miles—“Whit!”
He jerked his head towards Bill— “Yes sir?” He smiled as naturally as he could manage, and shoved his hair back off his forehead.
“Wow, you were gone for a moment there, you back now?” Bill smiled at him and Whit felt like crying. There was no way any of this was going to work out for him. Between Wade and Sam and everyone else, he was going to die.
tbc and remember, always look on the bright side of life!
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11/16/04 07:11 pm (UTC)My poor baby!
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11/16/04 11:27 pm (UTC)It'll be ok, Whit sweetheart.
I love the fact that Whit can distinguish between Mike and Sam when even Pete can't.
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11/16/04 11:38 pm (UTC)Yay!! Sam's home!!!
11/17/04 12:05 am (UTC)I mean... Aww!! Poor Whit! His world has blown up in his face. :( Clark and Lex need to get their asses together with Pete and figure something out. After all Whit's effort to put things right between them, they owe him!! *stern look at the boys*
Until then I'll just be over here cuddling Whit and feeding him cookies. If you want some, you'll have to ask Whit if he feels like sharing with you.
*eg*
Re: Yay!! Sam's home!!!
11/17/04 02:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/17/04 02:45 am (UTC)And hey! What are Clark and Lex doing all this time? I really want to see Lex "torture" Clark by being all sexy and attractive and tempting (just like he does on the show) until Clark finally has had enough and just pounces! (just like he does on the show when the cameras are turned the other way). :)
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11/17/04 02:57 am (UTC)Oh, yes-- your planet is my planet!
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11/17/04 06:10 am (UTC)Excellent WIP, and the way you update, makes me all so giddy. Except, you know, you have made Whit's character so sad that all I want to do is just cuddle him.
Keep on writing please!
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11/17/04 06:24 am (UTC)*wah*
11/18/04 10:39 am (UTC)*kisses you*
*runs off to next chapter*
Yep, behind again!
*hugs*
Re: *wah*
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