Stand By Me 12
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roxyAnd for your reading pleasure, a little bit of story...mmmm! And a very special Lionel and Lex Valentine Story next post. Tell me I'm not about the romance!
First things first. One of our heroes does some thinking...
Pete was at the Kent farm early before school. He’d come to do some work on Jonathan’s truck. He was whistling to himself as he leaned over and poked about, sounding pretty darn happy Clark thought. He quietly stepped up behind Pete, but some little noise most have alerted him. Pete whirled around. As soon as he saw it was Clark, Pete’s face split in a huge grin.
“Clark! I got a job! Driving!”
Clark swung the bag of feed he was carrying from his shoulder to the ground. He stood with his hands on his hips and smiled. Whatever Pete meant by that, it must be good.
“Driving? Driving what, Pete?”
“Driving *for* Clark—Reverend Luthor. I’m going to be driving and taking care of his car, that *car*, Clark!”
Clark felt happy for Pete; he knew how much he loved cars. And how much help the money would be to Pete’s family, even as he shuddered at the thought of having to spend that much time with Luthor.
“Come with me, Clark? I’m going over to the house today.”
Clark got permission to go and headed over to the Luthor’s with Pete, and learned a lot about the Cord—or would have, if he hadn’t been thinking about Alexander. They were kind of friends now—he even had him waiting just as anxiously with him for the newest issue of Action comics. Alexander even asked him to call him Lex—that was taking a bit of getting used to—and his insistence that he treat him like a regular guy was kind of exciting. Like they were sharing something special.
Pete’s mother met them at the road when they arrived at the Luthor place and led them to the garage to wait for Lionel.
“How’s your mother doing, Clark, she’s such a nice lady,” Mrs. Ross asked.
“She’s fine Miss Abbie, thank you for asking.” Colored or not, Clark had been taught to be polite to his elders, and Pete’s mom was an elder and a nice lady, to boot.
She nodded in response to Clark. “Wait here for the Reverend, Pete, I got work to do,” she gave Pet a brief hug, and waved at Clark before heading back to the house.
The two circled the car, Pete pointing out different things about the car and Clark nodding as if he understood what Pete was talking about. He could tell he was just dying to get under the hood.
They looked up together at a dry little cough of sound from the doorway. “So, you must be Abbie’s boy, Pete—the new driver?”
Alexander--Lex—stood in the garage doorway, studying Pete. He nodded to himself and walked in, tilting his head to Clark. A sweep of red hair fell over his forehead as he did and he brushed it back. Clark noted his wrist wasn’t quite as thin anymore when his sleeve slid up a bit, he noticed that his eyes were a little less bruise colored now, he was still too thin, but he looked less tired—he swept him quickly with his Sight-- his ribs looked good…Lex gasped softly and flinched. Clark was stunned—did…did he feel that? No, he couldn’t have, it must be coincidence. Oh my Lord, what if he can feel it?
Clark quietly had an anxiety attack while he listened to Pete and Lex talk about his father’s car, and his own and then Lex excused himself and asked if Clark would care to walk back to the house with him. Clark wished Pete luck and assured him the Reverend would be impressed with him, and they parted at the doors.
Clark walked over to the house with Lex and sat on the porch steps, Lex stood facing him, smoking. “I hope you don’t mind, I don’t smoke in the house. Dad says it stinks.” Lex rolled his eyes and blew a thin stream of smoke skyward. He stood quietly, looking Clark over and Clark decided since he was being stared at, he might as well stare back. Lex looked so much better he thought with relief. And he looked so good in white pants. He didn’t wear suspenders like his dad and most men around town; he just had a slim leather belt circling his narrow waist. It looked—sophisticated Clark decided, like that Fred Astaire guy his mom went all gooey over. He even had those two-tone wingtips and a tie that looked more expensive than anything Clark ever had. He was about to tell him he had a stain on his tie when Lex startled.
Behind him the front door creaked and at first he thought, judging from the look on Lex’s face, something dangerous was behind him.
He turned quickly and saw that it was something nasty, certainly. Reverend Luthor in all his oily glory. Clark scowled, and rose from the step to stand a little in front of Lex. He didn’t want to talk to him. Nuts.
“Cliff—oh pardon--it’s Clark, isn’t it? How nice of you to come visit our Alexander. Isn’t he looking better now?”
Lionel Luthor was a snake, a two-legged snake, Clark decided and wasn’t a man of god anymore than—than Clark was.
Lionel did the same circling kind of walk that Whitney did, only when Whitney did it, he kind of liked it, he hated Lionel doing it—every inch of him felt—greasy. Lionel slinked around him, moving between Lex and Clark and making Clark take a step back.
Clark glanced at Lex and he was watching his dad and looking worried, he wiped at the corner of his mouth again and again until he saw Clark looking, Clark could see it was an effort for him to stop.
“Your mother was kind enough to arrange for us to receive fresh fruits and vegetables, to…enjoy the bounty of your gardens, I suppose you could say,” and Clark struggled not to shudder. The man was just—
“Ridiculous.” Lex said and they both wheeled around to look at him. “To stand in the yard under this hot sun, when we can sit on the porch in the shade and enjoy a lemonade.” His smile was so sweet and sincere that Clark almost forgot entirely about Lionel and followed Lex up on the porch.
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Mom had a full crate of vegetables and things for the Luthor’s and some eggs for the grocery downtown sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for him when he came back in the house. He’d finished his chores a little faster than he should have and colored under his mom’s pained but forgiving gaze. Gosh—she could make him feel lower than a snake’s belly. It chafed at him more and more, this constant harping that using his powers was wrong- you know what-I’m starting to think it’s not- I’m starting to think these powers are a *gift*—and maybe God wants me to do something with them—something more than speed washing cow udders…..
He pulled the creaky old truck up the drive of the Luthor’s house and parked it on the side, out of the way should the Reverend or Lex’s cars pull up. Clark walked around to the back of the house close to the kitchen. He planned to drop the crate of produce on the back step since neither Lex nor the Reverend Snake were around. He knew Abbie had to be around somewhere, but she was probably busy and he didn’t like the cook—she was scary.
Delivering Mom’s produce and the occasional preserves to the Luthors was a double-edged sword, for sure. On one hand—he got to drive the truck. On the other hand—he had to deal with Lionel. Then again, he got to see Lex. On the other hand, he had to see Lionel. But then—Lex. He was-amazing. He was nice to him, treated him like an adult, he talked to him about so many things. He had the most beautiful hair. And Clark wanted to touch him so bad. But that was impossible. Lex wasn’t like him and…and him. Whitney--Clark snorted. As far as Whitney went, he was a law unto himself. Who knew what he was—besides confusing, infuriating and okay, really cute, Clark smiled a little.
Whitney, he drives me crazy! I wouldn’t feel like this if it weren’t for Whitney, but in his heart of hearts he knew that wasn’t true, sooner or later, he would have known—and he loved it so much when Whit touched him. Sometimes he thought of Lex doing those things with him, or with him and…and he’d come even harder then. It was sure hard to think those feelings were evil when Whitney kissed him and told him how beautiful he was.
Clark dropped the crate on the step and sat down. Was it possible to love two people at the same time? Not that he loved Whit—or maybe he did. In a way, he guessed he did love Whit-- And he knew he loved Lex. He’d spent days falling in love with him, reading to him and talking to him and watching him heal—it was amazing and miraculous the way he healed right before his eyes.
The first thing he’d done every time he came to see Lex was *look*at him to make sure everything was going well, and his bones were knitting properly…and actually it was pretty neat to watch the breaks filling in with new bone. Plus, Clark had to admit, he liked Lex’s reaction to being *looked* at. It was still the first thing he did whenever he saw him now. He liked watching his heart beat…and Lex did feel it, Clark knew, he was pretty sure that Lex didn’t know he was doing it—but he surely felt it. It looked like it felt good.
He played with a pea pod from the crate, rolling it between his fingers as he thought. He was nearly certain he could tell Lex about himself. He just had a feeling-- Lex would understand. There was something about him that made him feel safe. He was positive that Lex wouldn’t hurt him, or be afraid of him. He laughed softly. He didn’t even *know* Lex like he knew Whitney and he trusted him more. Whit was—terrific, wonderful and made him feel like a million bucks but—trustworthy? He grinned. The only thing he trusted one hundred per cent about Whit was—he’d do whatever was good for Whitney.
Lex though, that was different. There was something in him that told him Lex was what he needed. Or maybe Lex needed him—there was a connection there, he knew it, like the one for Whit but—different.
For him, it was as if a Whitney shaped hole that had been inside of him got filled. It was just how it was supposed to be, nothing to make a fuss over, it just…was. And now he was waiting for Lex to complete him.
Clark sighed and stood. I guess along with everything else, now I’m losing my marbles too. Thanks Lord for keeping me from getting bored Clark laughed and this time there was no little mental cringe.
Stay tuned! Kisses!
First things first. One of our heroes does some thinking...
Pete was at the Kent farm early before school. He’d come to do some work on Jonathan’s truck. He was whistling to himself as he leaned over and poked about, sounding pretty darn happy Clark thought. He quietly stepped up behind Pete, but some little noise most have alerted him. Pete whirled around. As soon as he saw it was Clark, Pete’s face split in a huge grin.
“Clark! I got a job! Driving!”
Clark swung the bag of feed he was carrying from his shoulder to the ground. He stood with his hands on his hips and smiled. Whatever Pete meant by that, it must be good.
“Driving? Driving what, Pete?”
“Driving *for* Clark—Reverend Luthor. I’m going to be driving and taking care of his car, that *car*, Clark!”
Clark felt happy for Pete; he knew how much he loved cars. And how much help the money would be to Pete’s family, even as he shuddered at the thought of having to spend that much time with Luthor.
“Come with me, Clark? I’m going over to the house today.”
Clark got permission to go and headed over to the Luthor’s with Pete, and learned a lot about the Cord—or would have, if he hadn’t been thinking about Alexander. They were kind of friends now—he even had him waiting just as anxiously with him for the newest issue of Action comics. Alexander even asked him to call him Lex—that was taking a bit of getting used to—and his insistence that he treat him like a regular guy was kind of exciting. Like they were sharing something special.
Pete’s mother met them at the road when they arrived at the Luthor place and led them to the garage to wait for Lionel.
“How’s your mother doing, Clark, she’s such a nice lady,” Mrs. Ross asked.
“She’s fine Miss Abbie, thank you for asking.” Colored or not, Clark had been taught to be polite to his elders, and Pete’s mom was an elder and a nice lady, to boot.
She nodded in response to Clark. “Wait here for the Reverend, Pete, I got work to do,” she gave Pet a brief hug, and waved at Clark before heading back to the house.
The two circled the car, Pete pointing out different things about the car and Clark nodding as if he understood what Pete was talking about. He could tell he was just dying to get under the hood.
They looked up together at a dry little cough of sound from the doorway. “So, you must be Abbie’s boy, Pete—the new driver?”
Alexander--Lex—stood in the garage doorway, studying Pete. He nodded to himself and walked in, tilting his head to Clark. A sweep of red hair fell over his forehead as he did and he brushed it back. Clark noted his wrist wasn’t quite as thin anymore when his sleeve slid up a bit, he noticed that his eyes were a little less bruise colored now, he was still too thin, but he looked less tired—he swept him quickly with his Sight-- his ribs looked good…Lex gasped softly and flinched. Clark was stunned—did…did he feel that? No, he couldn’t have, it must be coincidence. Oh my Lord, what if he can feel it?
Clark quietly had an anxiety attack while he listened to Pete and Lex talk about his father’s car, and his own and then Lex excused himself and asked if Clark would care to walk back to the house with him. Clark wished Pete luck and assured him the Reverend would be impressed with him, and they parted at the doors.
Clark walked over to the house with Lex and sat on the porch steps, Lex stood facing him, smoking. “I hope you don’t mind, I don’t smoke in the house. Dad says it stinks.” Lex rolled his eyes and blew a thin stream of smoke skyward. He stood quietly, looking Clark over and Clark decided since he was being stared at, he might as well stare back. Lex looked so much better he thought with relief. And he looked so good in white pants. He didn’t wear suspenders like his dad and most men around town; he just had a slim leather belt circling his narrow waist. It looked—sophisticated Clark decided, like that Fred Astaire guy his mom went all gooey over. He even had those two-tone wingtips and a tie that looked more expensive than anything Clark ever had. He was about to tell him he had a stain on his tie when Lex startled.
Behind him the front door creaked and at first he thought, judging from the look on Lex’s face, something dangerous was behind him.
He turned quickly and saw that it was something nasty, certainly. Reverend Luthor in all his oily glory. Clark scowled, and rose from the step to stand a little in front of Lex. He didn’t want to talk to him. Nuts.
“Cliff—oh pardon--it’s Clark, isn’t it? How nice of you to come visit our Alexander. Isn’t he looking better now?”
Lionel Luthor was a snake, a two-legged snake, Clark decided and wasn’t a man of god anymore than—than Clark was.
Lionel did the same circling kind of walk that Whitney did, only when Whitney did it, he kind of liked it, he hated Lionel doing it—every inch of him felt—greasy. Lionel slinked around him, moving between Lex and Clark and making Clark take a step back.
Clark glanced at Lex and he was watching his dad and looking worried, he wiped at the corner of his mouth again and again until he saw Clark looking, Clark could see it was an effort for him to stop.
“Your mother was kind enough to arrange for us to receive fresh fruits and vegetables, to…enjoy the bounty of your gardens, I suppose you could say,” and Clark struggled not to shudder. The man was just—
“Ridiculous.” Lex said and they both wheeled around to look at him. “To stand in the yard under this hot sun, when we can sit on the porch in the shade and enjoy a lemonade.” His smile was so sweet and sincere that Clark almost forgot entirely about Lionel and followed Lex up on the porch.
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Mom had a full crate of vegetables and things for the Luthor’s and some eggs for the grocery downtown sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for him when he came back in the house. He’d finished his chores a little faster than he should have and colored under his mom’s pained but forgiving gaze. Gosh—she could make him feel lower than a snake’s belly. It chafed at him more and more, this constant harping that using his powers was wrong- you know what-I’m starting to think it’s not- I’m starting to think these powers are a *gift*—and maybe God wants me to do something with them—something more than speed washing cow udders…..
He pulled the creaky old truck up the drive of the Luthor’s house and parked it on the side, out of the way should the Reverend or Lex’s cars pull up. Clark walked around to the back of the house close to the kitchen. He planned to drop the crate of produce on the back step since neither Lex nor the Reverend Snake were around. He knew Abbie had to be around somewhere, but she was probably busy and he didn’t like the cook—she was scary.
Delivering Mom’s produce and the occasional preserves to the Luthors was a double-edged sword, for sure. On one hand—he got to drive the truck. On the other hand—he had to deal with Lionel. Then again, he got to see Lex. On the other hand, he had to see Lionel. But then—Lex. He was-amazing. He was nice to him, treated him like an adult, he talked to him about so many things. He had the most beautiful hair. And Clark wanted to touch him so bad. But that was impossible. Lex wasn’t like him and…and him. Whitney--Clark snorted. As far as Whitney went, he was a law unto himself. Who knew what he was—besides confusing, infuriating and okay, really cute, Clark smiled a little.
Whitney, he drives me crazy! I wouldn’t feel like this if it weren’t for Whitney, but in his heart of hearts he knew that wasn’t true, sooner or later, he would have known—and he loved it so much when Whit touched him. Sometimes he thought of Lex doing those things with him, or with him and…and he’d come even harder then. It was sure hard to think those feelings were evil when Whitney kissed him and told him how beautiful he was.
Clark dropped the crate on the step and sat down. Was it possible to love two people at the same time? Not that he loved Whit—or maybe he did. In a way, he guessed he did love Whit-- And he knew he loved Lex. He’d spent days falling in love with him, reading to him and talking to him and watching him heal—it was amazing and miraculous the way he healed right before his eyes.
The first thing he’d done every time he came to see Lex was *look*at him to make sure everything was going well, and his bones were knitting properly…and actually it was pretty neat to watch the breaks filling in with new bone. Plus, Clark had to admit, he liked Lex’s reaction to being *looked* at. It was still the first thing he did whenever he saw him now. He liked watching his heart beat…and Lex did feel it, Clark knew, he was pretty sure that Lex didn’t know he was doing it—but he surely felt it. It looked like it felt good.
He played with a pea pod from the crate, rolling it between his fingers as he thought. He was nearly certain he could tell Lex about himself. He just had a feeling-- Lex would understand. There was something about him that made him feel safe. He was positive that Lex wouldn’t hurt him, or be afraid of him. He laughed softly. He didn’t even *know* Lex like he knew Whitney and he trusted him more. Whit was—terrific, wonderful and made him feel like a million bucks but—trustworthy? He grinned. The only thing he trusted one hundred per cent about Whit was—he’d do whatever was good for Whitney.
Lex though, that was different. There was something in him that told him Lex was what he needed. Or maybe Lex needed him—there was a connection there, he knew it, like the one for Whit but—different.
For him, it was as if a Whitney shaped hole that had been inside of him got filled. It was just how it was supposed to be, nothing to make a fuss over, it just…was. And now he was waiting for Lex to complete him.
Clark sighed and stood. I guess along with everything else, now I’m losing my marbles too. Thanks Lord for keeping me from getting bored Clark laughed and this time there was no little mental cringe.
Stay tuned! Kisses!
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2/14/05 11:49 am (UTC)Behind him the front door creaked and at first he thought, judging from the look on Lex's face, something dangerous was behind him.
He turned quickly and saw that it was something nasty, certainly. Reverend Luthor in all his oily glory. . . .
Lionel Luthor was a snake, a two-legged snake, Clark decided and wasn't a man of god anymore than-than Clark was.
He's not wrong, now is he. That evil Bastard!!
The first thing he'd done every time he came to see Lex was *look*at him to make sure everything was going well, and his bones were knitting properly...and actually it was pretty neat to watch the breaks filling in with new bone. Plus, Clark had to admit, he liked Lex's reaction to being *looked* at. It was still the first thing he did whenever he saw him now. He liked watching his heart beat...and Lex did feel it, Clark knew, he was pretty sure that Lex didn't know he was doing it-but he surely felt it. It looked like it felt good.
Awwwwwww, Clark making Lex feel good any way he can. I still love so much that Lex can feel Clark - that's just the coolest thing.
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2/14/05 01:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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2/14/05 02:37 pm (UTC)This is so great.
*bounce*
I love how he *looks* at Lex and he thinks it feels good, and i love how Whit 'fits' with him - he's not all freaked anymore!!
*bounce*
*smoooch*
Happy Hearts Day, Ms. Thang!!
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2/14/05 02:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
2/14/05 04:41 pm (UTC)*bounces*
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2/14/05 04:51 pm (UTC)I love how we get to see Clark's mind working, it's not just a cute little hamster up there spinning a wheel!
Damn, I love this story.
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2/14/05 06:56 pm (UTC)And you make me soooo happy! *cheesygrin*
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2/15/05 12:33 am (UTC)Nuthin' bad better happen to Pete. Just sayin'. :-)
I like the power play of Clark/Lex and Lionel. Lex is worried for Clark, Clark is worried for Lex, but not necessarily *afraid* of Lionel, and Lionel is no doubt wondering how to twist it all to his advantage. Me likes!
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2/15/05 01:43 am (UTC)Clark has no fear of Lionel at all, becuase he doen't think Lionel can hurt him. he's just not sneaky like that, poor thing.
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2/15/05 01:25 am (UTC)I'm skeered! *hides head under pillow*
I'm worried about Pete driving for Lionel. That just seems like an unsafe situation. You're doing a great job with the Pete character, btw!
you know what-I’m starting to think it’s not- I’m starting to think these powers are a *gift*—and maybe God wants me to do something with them
This is Whitney's influence, I'm sure. Once you start questioning the accepted wisdom in one area of your life, everything becomes open for discussion.
I love the developing relationship between Lex and Clark. It's lovely. So in love!
In my last comment, I noted that Lionel is going to find that it's harder to keep up the facade of "unpstanding man of god" when you're staying in one place. Something else that staying in one place is going to affect is his treatment of Lex. Now that Lex is becoming friends with Clark, Clark is going to notice if Lex suffers from mysterious "illnesses" very often.
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2/15/05 01:51 am (UTC)thanks so much, even though Pete's role here is pretty much a cameo appearance. I do love writing him very much--does that make him a Mary-Pete?
This is Whitney's influence, I'm sure. Once you start questioning the accepted wisdom in one area of your life, everything becomes open for discussion.
*nodnod* Very much so, Whit changes Clark's life without meaning to, and it's positive, I think. he becomes able to think about the parts of himself he's had to supress and know that they're not evil, just different.
Clark is going to notice if Lex suffers from mysterious "illnesses" very often.
Clark's not the one.*g*
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2/15/05 06:47 am (UTC)I'm intrigued by this superlook thing. *speculates*
We'll see more of that, right? Seems like it could have some real dirty uses when Lex and Clark are seperated by -say a tent, for example. *eg*
It'll be interesting to see Clark navigate between Lex and Whit. Whit seemsa mite possessive this time around. Kinda. Damn. So much hotness in the air!
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2/16/05 05:23 am (UTC)