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Summer Story 21: End of chapter Six
Previous Parts are here, trying to explain how that bag of 'oregano, swear to god!' got stuck under the drivers seat.
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“So- you’ve come to torture your father again, have you, you ungrateful brat?” George straightened a bit and dropped the cigarette into the ashtray. "Make it quick- I get vacation twice a year, and you’re using up my precious minutes,” he smiled.
“You’re still at the penthouse aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m not a butler this week,” he smirked in a sly and unpleasant way. “Speak up. What is this ‘thing’ that could change my life, as you so dramatically put it?"
Lex dropped his file on the table in front of the man and waited as he picked it up and scanned through the papers briefly. He tossed them to the table. “Yes?” Was all he said and sipped at the glass he held.
“Well—do you know anything about that?” Lex asked impatiently.
“What—the fact your father is a generous man when he chooses?” He shrugged and pushed the papers back toward Lex “What has this to do with me?”
“You know exactly what it means. I need to know that you’ll speak up if I need you to. I won’t involve you otherwise, not unless I have to—not without your say-so.” Lex knew he was talking too much, but he was nervous. Everything he planned depended on George’s cooperation. “You have my word as a Lu—you have my word on it.”
George looked over his glass at him and smiled. “I believe you, little one. But I don’t feel especially moved to help you. Why should I? My position with Mr. Luthor has its benefits. I’m only here because I though you’d be amusing, and you haven’t disappointed me.”
Lex held tight to his temper and tried to sound calm. “There’s an inheritance…look, all you need to know is that some day soon, I’ll have money. Quite a lot actually…enough to make sure you won’t have to worry about what will happen to you--when he finally gets tired of you.” Lex looked George up and down and forced a look of amused disdain.
George snapped forward. “I make sure he doesn’t, the bastard.” George growled and slammed the glass to the table top, shaking the wire table. He threw himself back in the chair and glared at Lex “He knows I can’t leave him. He knows I don’t have a life without him—I hate him.” His lips curled away from his teeth in a smile that was more a snarl, his eyes flashed and Lex shivered a little and thought, that’s what’s in side of us--me… Whit….
George’s eyes were focused a million miles away. “I hate you for coming between us---I hate you more than you can imagine, but I’m not a fool. This thing you want-- if you need it I’ll help you.” He looked across the table and Lex froze at the naked hatred visible in his jade green eyes “I always liked when he beat you—it made me smile. And after….”
Lex stood so quickly the chair skittered back and hit the railing behind him. “Jesus! Shut up! I don’t want to know anything else! Just--just what I need to know.”
George gave him a twisted smile. “Sit, boy.” Lex hesitated, dropped into the chair and nodded at George, who smiled wider and began to speak.
“This is what you want to know. Your father bought—buys—people…children. These resorts,” He pointed at the papers scattered across the table,“ ‘employ’ young people to work as waiters, maids, cooks—they go with the room. You rent a suite – you get your choice. That’s one way. Or, perhaps you are seeking to adopt a child, that’s another way. It looks like adoption, at any rate—they’re very good. It’s easy, no one wants these children.” He smiled and smoothed his jacket into place. “When I was a boy, no one wanted me and my tainted blood. But Mr. Luthor came, and I was found to have some worth after all.” He shrugged. “Your father—he was so handsome and seemed so kind… so generous with his money--” He laughed. “I thought he was an angel.”
Lex felt his mouth dry and his stomach flatten “He—he bought you?”
George raised an eyebrow, “Well, yes—that’s the point, isn’t it? Isn’t that what you wanted proof of?”
Lex nodded, sick—he’d been hoping foolishly that he was wrong—that he was mistaken.
“So now you can hoard away this information and when your father tries to hurt you, you have the means to hurt him back—and you can do it to each other forever, a tidy little circle of revenge and hatred. I like it.” George rose. “But think on this. If you do nothing with this information but hold it against your father, what of the lives involved? What of you and your father’s lives? Your little plan, it’s a good one, a very Luthor plan. Your father will be proud of you, and I wonder…can you live with that?"
George's chair scrapped across the concrete as he pushed away from the table. He stretched and said, "Excuse me now, I have an appointment across the street in that lovely hotel, a lively little someone waits for me to fuck them. Enjoy the sights, dearest, Metropolis is a lovely city. Let’s not do this again for a very, very long time, yes?”
He dropped a handful of bills on the table and walked away.
Lex watched him go, feeling weak and dizzy.
He was doing the right thing, he knew it. There wasn’t anything he could do about strangers half a world away—not now, not yet. Some day he would, when he was established, when he and Clark had a place in the world. He promised himself he would because he wasn’t like his dad…he shivered and felt a cold curl of ice worm it’s way into his gut, into his spine. He could never be like that. Never.
He thought of Jonathan’s smiling face, his warm blue eyes. He heard his voice, “Don’t be silly Red. Never happen.” He nodded.
Fucking well right it would never happen. He had something Lionel never had, someone to love more than life itself. There was nothing in the world, nothing in heaven or hell more important to him than Clark’s happiness. He smoothed the tablecloth flat and breathed out slowly, calmly.
Nothing.
More of our little story, just for you! Enjoy! Or else. Kidding. Really--kidding...sort of...
“So- you’ve come to torture your father again, have you, you ungrateful brat?” George straightened a bit and dropped the cigarette into the ashtray. "Make it quick- I get vacation twice a year, and you’re using up my precious minutes,” he smiled.
“You’re still at the penthouse aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m not a butler this week,” he smirked in a sly and unpleasant way. “Speak up. What is this ‘thing’ that could change my life, as you so dramatically put it?"
Lex dropped his file on the table in front of the man and waited as he picked it up and scanned through the papers briefly. He tossed them to the table. “Yes?” Was all he said and sipped at the glass he held.
“Well—do you know anything about that?” Lex asked impatiently.
“What—the fact your father is a generous man when he chooses?” He shrugged and pushed the papers back toward Lex “What has this to do with me?”
“You know exactly what it means. I need to know that you’ll speak up if I need you to. I won’t involve you otherwise, not unless I have to—not without your say-so.” Lex knew he was talking too much, but he was nervous. Everything he planned depended on George’s cooperation. “You have my word as a Lu—you have my word on it.”
George looked over his glass at him and smiled. “I believe you, little one. But I don’t feel especially moved to help you. Why should I? My position with Mr. Luthor has its benefits. I’m only here because I though you’d be amusing, and you haven’t disappointed me.”
Lex held tight to his temper and tried to sound calm. “There’s an inheritance…look, all you need to know is that some day soon, I’ll have money. Quite a lot actually…enough to make sure you won’t have to worry about what will happen to you--when he finally gets tired of you.” Lex looked George up and down and forced a look of amused disdain.
George snapped forward. “I make sure he doesn’t, the bastard.” George growled and slammed the glass to the table top, shaking the wire table. He threw himself back in the chair and glared at Lex “He knows I can’t leave him. He knows I don’t have a life without him—I hate him.” His lips curled away from his teeth in a smile that was more a snarl, his eyes flashed and Lex shivered a little and thought, that’s what’s in side of us--me… Whit….
George’s eyes were focused a million miles away. “I hate you for coming between us---I hate you more than you can imagine, but I’m not a fool. This thing you want-- if you need it I’ll help you.” He looked across the table and Lex froze at the naked hatred visible in his jade green eyes “I always liked when he beat you—it made me smile. And after….”
Lex stood so quickly the chair skittered back and hit the railing behind him. “Jesus! Shut up! I don’t want to know anything else! Just--just what I need to know.”
George gave him a twisted smile. “Sit, boy.” Lex hesitated, dropped into the chair and nodded at George, who smiled wider and began to speak.
“This is what you want to know. Your father bought—buys—people…children. These resorts,” He pointed at the papers scattered across the table,“ ‘employ’ young people to work as waiters, maids, cooks—they go with the room. You rent a suite – you get your choice. That’s one way. Or, perhaps you are seeking to adopt a child, that’s another way. It looks like adoption, at any rate—they’re very good. It’s easy, no one wants these children.” He smiled and smoothed his jacket into place. “When I was a boy, no one wanted me and my tainted blood. But Mr. Luthor came, and I was found to have some worth after all.” He shrugged. “Your father—he was so handsome and seemed so kind… so generous with his money--” He laughed. “I thought he was an angel.”
Lex felt his mouth dry and his stomach flatten “He—he bought you?”
George raised an eyebrow, “Well, yes—that’s the point, isn’t it? Isn’t that what you wanted proof of?”
Lex nodded, sick—he’d been hoping foolishly that he was wrong—that he was mistaken.
“So now you can hoard away this information and when your father tries to hurt you, you have the means to hurt him back—and you can do it to each other forever, a tidy little circle of revenge and hatred. I like it.” George rose. “But think on this. If you do nothing with this information but hold it against your father, what of the lives involved? What of you and your father’s lives? Your little plan, it’s a good one, a very Luthor plan. Your father will be proud of you, and I wonder…can you live with that?"
George's chair scrapped across the concrete as he pushed away from the table. He stretched and said, "Excuse me now, I have an appointment across the street in that lovely hotel, a lively little someone waits for me to fuck them. Enjoy the sights, dearest, Metropolis is a lovely city. Let’s not do this again for a very, very long time, yes?”
He dropped a handful of bills on the table and walked away.
Lex watched him go, feeling weak and dizzy.
He was doing the right thing, he knew it. There wasn’t anything he could do about strangers half a world away—not now, not yet. Some day he would, when he was established, when he and Clark had a place in the world. He promised himself he would because he wasn’t like his dad…he shivered and felt a cold curl of ice worm it’s way into his gut, into his spine. He could never be like that. Never.
He thought of Jonathan’s smiling face, his warm blue eyes. He heard his voice, “Don’t be silly Red. Never happen.” He nodded.
Fucking well right it would never happen. He had something Lionel never had, someone to love more than life itself. There was nothing in the world, nothing in heaven or hell more important to him than Clark’s happiness. He smoothed the tablecloth flat and breathed out slowly, calmly.
Nothing.
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I love obsessed-with-Clark!Lex. Just FYI. Hee.
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*squees*
*also filled with doom*
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*bounce*
Dude.
Makes me worry for Lex, yes it does.
But - maybe Clark will make a difference!!
:)
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So, is Lex going to hold this over Lionel's head and blackmail him with it? Or is he going to bring Lionel to justice? Nothing is more important than Clark's happiness, but will Clark be happy if he finds out Lex has this information and isn't going to do anything with it? What about all those victims? What about Truth, Justice and Other Stuff? Is Clark's happiness more important than that? Will Clark think so? What is Lex going to DO?!?!
Ooooo! I'm so glad you're back on this story! :)
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