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Fic title:When I Was Lost
Author name: roxy
Artist name:silvervalley
Genre: clex
Pairing and/or characters: Clark/Lex, Clark/ Bruce, Clark/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 31948

for the Smallville Big Bang Challenge 2011

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, breathplay, needle-play, underage, (simulated and implied), humiliation, blood-play(all these brief and not very graphic) prostitution
Summary: Clark has lost everything—he's lost his parents, his home, he's lost his way. Lex offers a way out of the dark--Clark hopes.

Many, many thanks to ctbn60, without your help, this wouldn't have been half as interesting as it is. Thanks so much for your good advice, for catching mistakes—any mistakes still in this are mine and not hers! *G* Thanks so much to my artist, silvervalley who really made some bold and wonderful pieces! Don't forget to leave her some love!
Thank you my flist, for being patient through all my 'woe is me' posts. Some of you have been waiting for this—I hope you like it! *grin*



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SV fic: WHEN I WAS LOST

( Clark leaned out of the window of his apartment-- )

SV fic: WHEN I WAS LOST

( Clark moaned and shifted a bit, and Claude hit him-- )

I just don't know

Ask me why I'm trying to post that BB tonight? I should be in bed instead of screwing up posting this thing. Also, I unraveled a set of plantation blinds Monday morning. Screwed it up somehow so that all the slats just kind of showered all over the floor. So--going to bed. Good night littul bunnies. I love you, and I mean that.

SV fic: WHEN I WAS LOST

( Get a cab. Meet me in my office-- )

SV fic: WHEN I WAS LOST

( Lex had yet to make good on a promise to take Clark to the Metropolis Museum-- )

Dad

Things are looking up--his lungs sound better, his vital signs are stabilizing and I'm taking all that to mean that he's going to get better, and his nurse is very positive. Hopefully I'll be able to catch up with his doctor tomorrow. I feel better--yesterday, I could feel myself shutting down. I thought I was tired but I think I was just running away inside my head.

I can't believe what this man has gone through health-wise. I've had doctors tell me too many times that my dad wasn't going to make it. I barely listen to them anymore. But this time my dad seemed fixated on shuffling off this mortal coil and I got--not really scared, just upset. I kept getting this lost feeling, which was weird. Plus he kept telling me how important I was and how he couldn't make it without me and I was always the one he could count on which flattering, hell yeah, but so completely not true. That made me worry that he was suffering from dementia. I'm really not kidding, I know it sounds like it but I'm totally serious--it freaked me out. It always does when he compliments me that way. I'm much more comfortable when he tells me how mean and evil I am. It always makes me laugh, and makes him laugh too. It's an odd relationship, yes.

So, mostly I'm just posting to say that I'm feeling confident that he'll pull through, that I feel like I've been forced through a sieve, that my stress test came back fine, follow up on the 15th, that if things don't settle a bit I just might end up running down the aisle at Targey screaming at the top of my lungs and no doubt a customer will stop me and ask if we've gotten in that leapfrop leappad piece of shit they've been driving me crazy about....

comments disabled because no one should have to try and respond to this post, oy. Love you so much, thank you for keeping me SANE!.