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Stand By Me 28
Dang! How did this happen? How did this grow like this? Weird...or just blabby!
So, here's how this is going to work. I'm wrapping the Smallville stuff up--and then I figured an epiloguey kind of thingy in which we find out what happens after they left SV. A short--*very* short-- little ficlit in which I give myself a soppy, shmoopy, gooey happy ending. how does that sound?
Parts 1--27 are here.
Lex and Whitney were in the garage, bags in the car and ready when Clark returned. They looked up as Clark came in and Lex smiled. “Good, all together again—we can go now.”
The top of the cream-colored sedan was folded down and Whit smirked at Clark from behind the wheel of Lex’s car. “Hop in Clark, I’m going to do all the driving so you and Lex can sit in the back and make love all the way to New York.”
Lex looked aghast at Whitney. “I think that’s the last thing either one of us is interested in right now.” Clark grinned at him and shrugged. He wasn’t opposed to the idea.
“Suit yourself,” Whit shrugged—“It’s going to be a long couple of days, my friends.” He leered at Lex in a theatrical way. “How about we let Clark drive then and I sit in the back with you?” and Clark whacked him on the shoulder carefully. “We’ll all sit up front for now, okay?”
The sun beat down hard, one of the increasingly rarer days of heat before summer truly let go it’s hold.The trees were still green, but with a subtle shift in color that signaled fall was coming, a few yellow leaves drifted down to the road, thrown up into the air again as the car picked up speed, down the drive, turning the corner and in minutes they were out on the main road—heading out of Smallville.
They passed Gabe and Chloe on the way, Clark waved and Chloe raised her hand with a cheerful smile, but she seemed to sense something wasn’t right, her hand dropped and she stared at Clark until the car rolled past.
Clark looked at Lex, he watched the wind ruffle his hair, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back against the seat. He looked pale and too thin but his expression was calm and his posture loose…he looked like he was sleeping. Clark looked back behind him and watched the Sullivan’s car dwindle in the distance. He’d miss Chloe; he’d miss her wit and her cheerful personality, he’d miss her clever mind-- he chuckled softly--he’d even miss her dad. He hoped she’d be okay without him. Clark sighed and took Lex’s hand; Lex made a tiny sound and moved closer before drifting off again. It’s worth it Clark thought. I know it’s worth it.
They were nearly out of the county limits when Clark saw Pete on the side of the road, truck up on a jack and a tire under his hand.
“Stop!” Clark called out and Whitney yanked the wheel and the car slid to a stop in a cloud of dust. Clark shot him a dirty look before hopping out to trot back over to Pete.
Pete stood still and unsmiling, wiping at his head with a red bandana as Clark came up to him.
“I’m leaving, Pete.” he said and Pete shoved the bandana back in his pocket without a word, looked over at the car. Lex was looking about blearily and Whit shot Pete a huge cheerful grin, one arm around Lex’s shoulder, the other wrapped around the steering wheel.
“I’m not coming back.” Pete nodded in response, and Clark continued, “I’ll miss you, Pete.”
Pete finally met Clark’s eyes. “I haven’t forgotten that you were decent to me, Clark. I won’t forget. I’ll pray for you.”
“I’m sorry we’re not friends anymore, Pete.” Clark sighed.
Pete made a small sound, and started to walk away, then let the tire wobble to the ground and grabbed Clark in a hug. Clark was startled into squeaking out,“Pete!”
Pete stepped back, eyes fierce and wet and a ferocious scowl on his face. He scrubbed his arm across his face and growled, “Look, you crazy ofay—I’ll always be your friend, you hear?”
Clark nodded, a wide smile lighting up his face and making Pet smile too, almost against his will.
“We’re headed east, Pete.”
Pete sighed. “Yeah—I hear Harlem is really something. I’m gonna check it out for myself.” He looked around: at the road, the dust, the clear blue burning sky and sighed. “I gotta get out of here, Clark, this place is killing me.”
He laughed and a chill raced up Clark’s spine—no matter what Pete thought, they weren’t very different at all. Clark held out his hand, and Pete took it.
“You’re the best man I know Pete. I always thought so. When you get to New York, come see us.”
Lex looked up at that and smiled and Pete stared back and Clark could see realization hit him. He glanced over at Clark, and back at the car, and finally spoke, “Okay …yeah. I will. Promise I’ll see you in New York.”
He was still standing, hand raised in farewell when the car pulled around the bend, blocking all view of Smallville behind them.
So, here's how this is going to work. I'm wrapping the Smallville stuff up--and then I figured an epiloguey kind of thingy in which we find out what happens after they left SV. A short--*very* short-- little ficlit in which I give myself a soppy, shmoopy, gooey happy ending. how does that sound?
Parts 1--27 are here.
Lex and Whitney were in the garage, bags in the car and ready when Clark returned. They looked up as Clark came in and Lex smiled. “Good, all together again—we can go now.”
The top of the cream-colored sedan was folded down and Whit smirked at Clark from behind the wheel of Lex’s car. “Hop in Clark, I’m going to do all the driving so you and Lex can sit in the back and make love all the way to New York.”
Lex looked aghast at Whitney. “I think that’s the last thing either one of us is interested in right now.” Clark grinned at him and shrugged. He wasn’t opposed to the idea.
“Suit yourself,” Whit shrugged—“It’s going to be a long couple of days, my friends.” He leered at Lex in a theatrical way. “How about we let Clark drive then and I sit in the back with you?” and Clark whacked him on the shoulder carefully. “We’ll all sit up front for now, okay?”
The sun beat down hard, one of the increasingly rarer days of heat before summer truly let go it’s hold.The trees were still green, but with a subtle shift in color that signaled fall was coming, a few yellow leaves drifted down to the road, thrown up into the air again as the car picked up speed, down the drive, turning the corner and in minutes they were out on the main road—heading out of Smallville.
They passed Gabe and Chloe on the way, Clark waved and Chloe raised her hand with a cheerful smile, but she seemed to sense something wasn’t right, her hand dropped and she stared at Clark until the car rolled past.
Clark looked at Lex, he watched the wind ruffle his hair, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back against the seat. He looked pale and too thin but his expression was calm and his posture loose…he looked like he was sleeping. Clark looked back behind him and watched the Sullivan’s car dwindle in the distance. He’d miss Chloe; he’d miss her wit and her cheerful personality, he’d miss her clever mind-- he chuckled softly--he’d even miss her dad. He hoped she’d be okay without him. Clark sighed and took Lex’s hand; Lex made a tiny sound and moved closer before drifting off again. It’s worth it Clark thought. I know it’s worth it.
They were nearly out of the county limits when Clark saw Pete on the side of the road, truck up on a jack and a tire under his hand.
“Stop!” Clark called out and Whitney yanked the wheel and the car slid to a stop in a cloud of dust. Clark shot him a dirty look before hopping out to trot back over to Pete.
Pete stood still and unsmiling, wiping at his head with a red bandana as Clark came up to him.
“I’m leaving, Pete.” he said and Pete shoved the bandana back in his pocket without a word, looked over at the car. Lex was looking about blearily and Whit shot Pete a huge cheerful grin, one arm around Lex’s shoulder, the other wrapped around the steering wheel.
“I’m not coming back.” Pete nodded in response, and Clark continued, “I’ll miss you, Pete.”
Pete finally met Clark’s eyes. “I haven’t forgotten that you were decent to me, Clark. I won’t forget. I’ll pray for you.”
“I’m sorry we’re not friends anymore, Pete.” Clark sighed.
Pete made a small sound, and started to walk away, then let the tire wobble to the ground and grabbed Clark in a hug. Clark was startled into squeaking out,“Pete!”
Pete stepped back, eyes fierce and wet and a ferocious scowl on his face. He scrubbed his arm across his face and growled, “Look, you crazy ofay—I’ll always be your friend, you hear?”
Clark nodded, a wide smile lighting up his face and making Pet smile too, almost against his will.
“We’re headed east, Pete.”
Pete sighed. “Yeah—I hear Harlem is really something. I’m gonna check it out for myself.” He looked around: at the road, the dust, the clear blue burning sky and sighed. “I gotta get out of here, Clark, this place is killing me.”
He laughed and a chill raced up Clark’s spine—no matter what Pete thought, they weren’t very different at all. Clark held out his hand, and Pete took it.
“You’re the best man I know Pete. I always thought so. When you get to New York, come see us.”
Lex looked up at that and smiled and Pete stared back and Clark could see realization hit him. He glanced over at Clark, and back at the car, and finally spoke, “Okay …yeah. I will. Promise I’ll see you in New York.”
He was still standing, hand raised in farewell when the car pulled around the bend, blocking all view of Smallville behind them.
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*sigh*
*love*
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*sigh* It's sad when murder distracts me from porn. I need to get my priorties straight.
Will we get to see Pete in the epilogue? He and Clark need to be friends again.
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Geez! It's early in the morning on a weekday--they're kids--there's a note in the milk bottle saying we're on vacation, no milk this week--Edgar Morgan was a plot device--nobodies going to bother the Rev and Clark's parents aren't gonna admit yet he's missing-- it's all about a threesome, remember? That was my mission statement.
Geez! All trying to make me stuff logic into my porn! Shees!
Okay, I admit, it's thin as a cracker and about as nutritious but it's tasty, no? Ah well-- I'll get better-I swear! *sheepish grin*
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And cookies. Porn and cookies. Priorities.
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Yay, yay, yay!!!
*bounce*
Love it!!
Wheeeeeeeee!!
Friends again!!
New York!!
*bounce*
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On to New York--ooo! Land of opportunity and semi-open gay culture in the 1930's!
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*bounce*
*wistful*
But, but, but,
There needs to be a cover story, how Lionel skipped out on town with the church's money or something and that *nothing* points to our trio or the other kids they are/were friended with.
Wha...?
I'm also really glad that Clark and Pete made up, at least to the degree that they did.
Looking forward to the porn. *g*
*smooches*
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I guess I got some 'splaining to do. *big brown eyes all shimmery with tears*
Sure I can't just end it with "And the townspeople found a note in which Lionel explained he had to go to the seashore and not to wait up?"
No? Didn't think so.
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I love that they are getting away, but I adore the hug and the stop by anytime with Pete.
Very Cool!
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Yay again! Ihope they stay in touch with Chloe.