Summer Story 6 part3
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roxyDear hearts! The next installment of our tale of babies grown to teens--almost grown men. Come with me--let's eavesdrop shall we? Tell me what you think beloveds--I rely entirely on you for inspiration. (and the semi-naked pics of cute guys, but that's not important now)
The previous parts are here, filling out unemployment forms, and asking how you spell fellatio.
Summer Story
Clark struggled to keep the grin off his face. This was going to be the best weekend ever. He knew it was going to be because he had plans and the time was right. Clark blushed and adjusted himself quickly. Wow, it was hot in the cab, he thought and tried to keep his mind from going where it wanted to. Dangerous thoughts, Clark grinned.
He reached across the seat and swerved a bit trying to roll down the window on Lex’s side and let a little air in the hot interior. He blushed deeper and grinned again. Lex’s side. Yeah.
The truck bounced over the bumps at the end of the drive and squeaked loudly in protest.
Ah well. He turned the radio up louder to cover the varied noises of the ancient truck and tried to find something decent to listen to.
He was *not* going to think about a new truck—every penny was going to his college fund and there was no way he could afford another vehicle. Besides this one was just fine, it just didn’t have any of what his Dad called ‘bells and whistles’, like air conditioning and a cd player, and, well, just a decent radio…and God bless duct tape…of course, as soon as Lex came into his money all that was going to change. He’d have a brand new top of the line truck, and a brand new wardrobe, and haircuts not from Supercuts, and a whole lot of other stuff he could care less about either. None of that was important to him, but it was to Lex so he tried not to make fun of it--
He yanked hard on the wheel to avoid a bunch of idiots in a van who swerved toward his lane, driving way too damn fast. Clark slowed and pulled close to the shoulder, his heart beating a little faster.
Idiots. If they’d run into him they could have killed themselves. He waited a beat until he was back in control and drove on, and soon was pulling up in the drive of the hideous pile of stone Lex reluctantly called home.
He pounded on the door and waited for George to answer. He knew the guy knew full well that he was at the door; the place had cameras all over it. George just liked being an asshole, he guessed. He waited, and waited, and pounded harder and almost forgot himself in his increasing annoyance and pounded too hard. By now, Lex had to have heard him. Why wasn’t he answering? Somebody answering?
Clark relaxed and let control of his alien self ease somewhat—felt the little shift behind his eyes as he concentrated and the wall in front of him wavered and thinned and he could see a form collapsed on the floor. He snapped back to himself, grabbed the doorknob and pulled it out of the door, kicked it back on the frame and ran inside.
He knew the person on the floor was George, he’d seen that before he cleared the threshold but there was no one else in the house—no Cook, no Lex—
George moved and gasped in pain, came up off the floor with his hands gripping his chest. Clark dropped next to him. “What happened, do you need an ambulance--George? Are you okay?”
“Lex!” he gasped, “Someone stole—took Lex…” He grimaced in pain. “They did something to me, I don’t know what.”
Clark leaped up. “We’ve got to call the police, now! When did this happen?” Clark mused aloud as he went for the phone, “He called my mom. It can’t have been too long ago….”
“No!” George shouted and climbed shakily to his feet. “No police, Sir would kill me—I have to call Mr. Luthor.” He staggered to the phone and Clark stared, stunned and disbelieving. “But—but –the police? They’ll know what to do--”
“No, absolutely not!” George snapped. “I know what he wants.” He paused and then answered what must have been a question. “Yes it is an emergency. Sir? Sir, there’s been an intrusion. The boy’s been taken.” George’s honey skin paled to a sickly yellow and he slumped slightly before standing again. “Yes Sir, I understand.” he said firmly, showing no sign of the shock of a moment ago. “I’ll be waiting.”
He turned to Clark. “The situation is under control. I suggest you go now.”
“What’s under control? I don’t understand—you’re saying Lex has been kidnapped and you’re not doing anything about it?”
“Mr. Luthor has resources the Smallville police department does not. He has everything under control. He’s an extremely wealthy businessman. He has contingencies in place for any possible event.” George moved purposefully toward the door and pinned Clark with his eyes.
“Event!” Clark yelled “Event! Lex is gone, that ‘s not a fucking event! That’s a goddamn nightmare!”
George had pulled his normal sarcastic persona about himself again. He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.
“Mr. Luthor will be gratified to know Lex’s welfare means so much to you. Now, if you please, he’ll be here with his team in a short while and I know you don’t want to be in the way?” he stood by the open doorway and looked pointedly down the drive towards Clark’s truck with a slight lift of his lip.
Clark glared daggers at George but he left. He had no right to interfere and no right to stay if he wasn’t welcome.
He drove away, pushing the truck to its limits as he raced down the road to Pete’s. He needed help and he could get it from the guys. Screw Lex’s dad—they’d find him themselves.
An hour later found Clark still in the truck, driving around the town debating with himself, and working himself into a panic. Whit was gone, no one knew where. Clark knew they suspected, and he suspected where he’d gone to or more precisely, whom he’d gone to.
Pete had gone to the city with Lana to visit Mike—that knocked them out. He wasn’t going to call, he didn’t want to worry him or mess up his good time- he didn’t want to tell his parents just yet, because they’d be sure to hold him back, not want him to get angry or afraid and reveal his secret.
Secret, fucking secret, blah, blah-- he hated the fucking secret like it was a horrible and obnoxious renter. Crap.
Fear for Lex was making it difficult to think straight. What could he do? Who would do such a thing? Who would be stupid enough to take on Luthor, what crackhead would think they could get away—shit. No- no…no way. Not even that *ass* could be that stupid.
What if Whit was with them? What if Lionel found them?
Clark silently freaked out. I’ve got to find them first. Oh my god, I’ve got to find them before Lex’s dad does.
Da-Da-Duuuuhh! TBC
The previous parts are here, filling out unemployment forms, and asking how you spell fellatio.
Summer Story
Clark struggled to keep the grin off his face. This was going to be the best weekend ever. He knew it was going to be because he had plans and the time was right. Clark blushed and adjusted himself quickly. Wow, it was hot in the cab, he thought and tried to keep his mind from going where it wanted to. Dangerous thoughts, Clark grinned.
He reached across the seat and swerved a bit trying to roll down the window on Lex’s side and let a little air in the hot interior. He blushed deeper and grinned again. Lex’s side. Yeah.
The truck bounced over the bumps at the end of the drive and squeaked loudly in protest.
Ah well. He turned the radio up louder to cover the varied noises of the ancient truck and tried to find something decent to listen to.
He was *not* going to think about a new truck—every penny was going to his college fund and there was no way he could afford another vehicle. Besides this one was just fine, it just didn’t have any of what his Dad called ‘bells and whistles’, like air conditioning and a cd player, and, well, just a decent radio…and God bless duct tape…of course, as soon as Lex came into his money all that was going to change. He’d have a brand new top of the line truck, and a brand new wardrobe, and haircuts not from Supercuts, and a whole lot of other stuff he could care less about either. None of that was important to him, but it was to Lex so he tried not to make fun of it--
He yanked hard on the wheel to avoid a bunch of idiots in a van who swerved toward his lane, driving way too damn fast. Clark slowed and pulled close to the shoulder, his heart beating a little faster.
Idiots. If they’d run into him they could have killed themselves. He waited a beat until he was back in control and drove on, and soon was pulling up in the drive of the hideous pile of stone Lex reluctantly called home.
He pounded on the door and waited for George to answer. He knew the guy knew full well that he was at the door; the place had cameras all over it. George just liked being an asshole, he guessed. He waited, and waited, and pounded harder and almost forgot himself in his increasing annoyance and pounded too hard. By now, Lex had to have heard him. Why wasn’t he answering? Somebody answering?
Clark relaxed and let control of his alien self ease somewhat—felt the little shift behind his eyes as he concentrated and the wall in front of him wavered and thinned and he could see a form collapsed on the floor. He snapped back to himself, grabbed the doorknob and pulled it out of the door, kicked it back on the frame and ran inside.
He knew the person on the floor was George, he’d seen that before he cleared the threshold but there was no one else in the house—no Cook, no Lex—
George moved and gasped in pain, came up off the floor with his hands gripping his chest. Clark dropped next to him. “What happened, do you need an ambulance--George? Are you okay?”
“Lex!” he gasped, “Someone stole—took Lex…” He grimaced in pain. “They did something to me, I don’t know what.”
Clark leaped up. “We’ve got to call the police, now! When did this happen?” Clark mused aloud as he went for the phone, “He called my mom. It can’t have been too long ago….”
“No!” George shouted and climbed shakily to his feet. “No police, Sir would kill me—I have to call Mr. Luthor.” He staggered to the phone and Clark stared, stunned and disbelieving. “But—but –the police? They’ll know what to do--”
“No, absolutely not!” George snapped. “I know what he wants.” He paused and then answered what must have been a question. “Yes it is an emergency. Sir? Sir, there’s been an intrusion. The boy’s been taken.” George’s honey skin paled to a sickly yellow and he slumped slightly before standing again. “Yes Sir, I understand.” he said firmly, showing no sign of the shock of a moment ago. “I’ll be waiting.”
He turned to Clark. “The situation is under control. I suggest you go now.”
“What’s under control? I don’t understand—you’re saying Lex has been kidnapped and you’re not doing anything about it?”
“Mr. Luthor has resources the Smallville police department does not. He has everything under control. He’s an extremely wealthy businessman. He has contingencies in place for any possible event.” George moved purposefully toward the door and pinned Clark with his eyes.
“Event!” Clark yelled “Event! Lex is gone, that ‘s not a fucking event! That’s a goddamn nightmare!”
George had pulled his normal sarcastic persona about himself again. He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.
“Mr. Luthor will be gratified to know Lex’s welfare means so much to you. Now, if you please, he’ll be here with his team in a short while and I know you don’t want to be in the way?” he stood by the open doorway and looked pointedly down the drive towards Clark’s truck with a slight lift of his lip.
Clark glared daggers at George but he left. He had no right to interfere and no right to stay if he wasn’t welcome.
He drove away, pushing the truck to its limits as he raced down the road to Pete’s. He needed help and he could get it from the guys. Screw Lex’s dad—they’d find him themselves.
An hour later found Clark still in the truck, driving around the town debating with himself, and working himself into a panic. Whit was gone, no one knew where. Clark knew they suspected, and he suspected where he’d gone to or more precisely, whom he’d gone to.
Pete had gone to the city with Lana to visit Mike—that knocked them out. He wasn’t going to call, he didn’t want to worry him or mess up his good time- he didn’t want to tell his parents just yet, because they’d be sure to hold him back, not want him to get angry or afraid and reveal his secret.
Secret, fucking secret, blah, blah-- he hated the fucking secret like it was a horrible and obnoxious renter. Crap.
Fear for Lex was making it difficult to think straight. What could he do? Who would do such a thing? Who would be stupid enough to take on Luthor, what crackhead would think they could get away—shit. No- no…no way. Not even that *ass* could be that stupid.
What if Whit was with them? What if Lionel found them?
Clark silently freaked out. I’ve got to find them first. Oh my god, I’ve got to find them before Lex’s dad does.
Da-Da-Duuuuhh! TBC
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12/12/04 06:31 pm (UTC)bwahha..cliffhanger.
I looove the paceing.
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12/12/04 11:50 pm (UTC)Lex!!!!!!
Wade better not hurt him. I don't like George very much either.
Find him, Clark.
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12/13/04 12:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/13/04 02:48 am (UTC)I read all out of order!
OOh, Clark out looking - go, Clark, go!
*bounce*
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12/13/04 05:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/13/04 04:11 am (UTC)He said "stole." Like Lex was a painting or a rug or something. >:(
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12/13/04 05:12 am (UTC)Oy, here we go!
12/13/04 11:16 am (UTC)*sigh*
Hurry up!
Re: Oy, here we go!
12/13/04 03:45 pm (UTC)He's hurrying as fast as he can!
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12/24/04 05:15 pm (UTC)Clark is so cute! This is so exciting!
And damn that Lionel - he's so freaking creepy!!!
Also - I love the line about Clark's powers as obnoxious renters, but I'm not sure I see how Clark in this universe would have any knowledge of awful renters. Maybe from TV? I don't know - it just stood out as a little mature for him. imo, of course. *hugs*
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12/24/04 05:40 pm (UTC)I thought in a small community like that, a farming community, they were bound to have people come in and rent seasonly , but I didn't look into it-- I just assumed,(from TV,actually, yes lol!) I shall give that bit another whack, m'dear, and see if I can't make it flow. So...*puppy eyes* suggestions?
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12/29/04 04:48 pm (UTC)I do think it would be entirely plausible if you linked it to TV - maybe Clark watches those TV court shows and saw one about obnoxious renters? Or maybe there was a renter plotline in his favorite teen angst drama? (though, that seems less likely, since those area nearly always money)
I really do like the analogy (Hee! I said anal!!), so I'd love to see you keep it. Maybe laying a few lines about where he got the idea before or alongside the metaphor would do it. What do you think?