Dis Pater part 13
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Dis Pater
Lionel was at Lex’s side in seconds and grabbed his shoulder.
“Lex! What happened? How did you lose control like this?”
“I didn’t lose control!”
“Then how did this man get inside?”
Lex swallowed and began, “I think--”
“You think. You should know, Lex.” Lionel’s words were short and caustic but his faced was creased with worry.
Lex groaned inside. He knows. “Look Dad, Lucas--”
“How could you allow this to happen to your brother,” he snapped.
“I didn’t allow anything,” Lex almost yelled back, and Jonathan stepped in.
“We need to focus on the situation inside, there are a lot of innocent kids in there, including your son.”
Lionel visibly pulled himself together. “Of course, you’re right. And please excuse me, Mr. Kent—Mrs. Kent. How are things…” He stopped and drew his hand over his head. “Of course, not very good at the moment. Forgive me please.”
Jonathan nodded stiffly. “Earl Jenkins is the man's name—he claims he got sick in your plant, on Level three?”
Lex stared at his dad, holding his eyes and said, “I assured everyone there is no Level Three…that is the truth, right dad?” He knew his dad never lied to him—or at least he thought his dad had always been honest with him. He watched Lionel’s face pale slightly; he looked as if he were in pain.
“Lex. Lex—I’ll talk to you…later, all right? Later, son.”
Lex thought that was as close as Lionel had ever gotten to lying to him.
Jonathan Kent broke in and asked harshly, “Peoples lives are at stake—my son’s—your son’s. What are you going to do about it?”
Lionel turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “I’m going to let the people qualified to handle this situation do so—and I intend not to interfere with them so they *can* do their job.” He turned to look at the monitors, at the kids huddled against the wall and Lex moved to stand next to him. He was pretty sure no one else could tell, but he knew—his dad was afraid. Afraid for his son.
Lex could see Lucas standing next to Clark, almost…protectively--as he watched, Clark moved and Lucas shifted a little to stand almost in front of him, and Lex frowned slightly. Well, wasn’t that interesting, he thought....
He tried but couldn’t make out Lucas’ expression on the fuzzy screen. He whipped his head away to look at Martha when she asked too loudly, obviously on the edge, “What about the kids? You need to get on the phone and talk to him!”
Lionel shook his head. “Mrs. Kent, I understand how you feel, I want everyone to get out too—but I can’t negotiate with terrorists. *LuthorCorp* doesn’t negotiate with terrorists.”
Martha was besides her self with worry and fear and she shouted at Lionel as Jonathan moved up to put his arm around her in comfort—and to hold her back from Lionel, Lex thought. “He’s not a terrorist! He’s sick, he needs help! If you won’t talk to him, Jonathan will!”
Lex watched his dad’s face and shook his head. “No, Mr. Kent,” he said. “You’re not the one he blames…is he dad.”
Lionel looked at the ground and refused to meet Lex’s eyes, but he took the phone when Lex handed it to him. He punched in a number and spoke.
“Gabe. It’s Luthor—put Jenkins on the phone, will you? Thanks.” Lionel switched the phone to speaker phone and the police moved in, pushing Lex back from his dad. He settled back in the monitor area and watched the thing unfold.
He shivered, he felt like he was breaking apart in tiny pieces, flaking away bit by bit.. How did he lose control? —Not of the plant, he couldn’t have done a thing about that—but his dad came in and took back the reins he’d passed him at the beginning of this thing. Why tell him he’s in charge and then at the first hint of trouble come flying in and take it back? There was something—somewhere along the line—he’d lost his father….
Lex's attention was caught by a sudden movement on the monitor. The man was shaking, shaking really hard—“Something’s happening in there,” he called out, and a few SWAT agents and a couple of guards from the plant came over immediately.
On the screen Earl waved something in his hand and shouted panic stricken, “See what you made me do? See what you made me do!”
One of the plant guards said,”Damn! He broke the valve off one of the methane tanks-that’s what he ‘s got in his hand….”
Another guard said, “If he broke it off--”
Lex finished,” The methane level in that room will become explosive.”
He turned to look at his dad, who was staring at Lucas on the screen, the Kent’s and Lionel sharing nearly identical expressions of barely controlled panic.
******
The kids were starting to get louder, more nervous, more upset. Lucas stood up from the spot he shared with Pete and Chloe, and went to stand next to Whitney and Clark. He angled himself to stand in front of Clark, as Whitney leaned towards him and spoke quietly, "We need to do something.”
Clark shook his head and moved out from Lucas, “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Lucas looked at Clark. He was surprised, he’d never have thought Clark would be—afraid…he was just so big; he looked like he’d want to take action, not hang back… strange.
He tuned in to Whit again.
“Listen,” Whitney said,“ that man’s nuts. I’m not putting my life in his hands. Between the three of us, we can take him, easy. How about it, Luke—Clark?”
Lana paled and grabbed Whitney’s arm, “Please don’t! I don’t want you getting hurt, any of you!”
Clark looked ill, and started to speak, but Lucas pushed him back. “Clark, we’ve got this, why don’t you make sure these guys,” and he jerked his chin towards the other students, “are okay. Look out for Lana.”
Whitney cut a measuring look at Clark, and Clark flushed. Lucas didn’t understand why Clark was hiding but he was certain he had a reason—he’d find it out.
They tried to quietly sneak up on Earl, but he was high strung, and Lucas knew they’d been seen, before he could alert Whitney, Earl spun around—Whitney managed to knock the gun from his hand, but Earl knocked him to the ground with a punch.
“Damn!” Lucas leaped forward, grabbed Whitney’s limp arms and tried to pull him back, tried to keep an eye on Earl, too. That guy was going to blow, he thought. If they didn’t get out soon he was going to start shooting—he had the feeling cold-cocking people wasn’t something the man did normally. He was definitely about to explode.
Suddenly he felt a presence at his side and Clark’s warm breath flowed over the side of his face. “Let me help,” he said quietly, trying not to draw Earl’s attention. They pulled Whitney back to the group when shots rang out.
Fuck! Lucas thought, it’s starting; he’s starting to break! “Damn it!” he said aloud as Earl shot out the camera. Clark asked, “What—what’s wrong?”
“Lex. Lex is going to do something stupid now—watch.” He scowled at the smoking security camera. He knew Lex wasn’t going to let him sit in here much longer. A shiver ran down his spine. Lex couldn’t let him be in danger…he loved him too much, he *knew* Lex was going to come in after him. Fuck
—Lucas hoped deeply and sincerely someone was going to stop him.
TBC, my flowers!
*does the dance of freedom*
What do you want today? stories? Blatther? Pictures?
Whatever you want is yours! You tell me what to do and I'll do it-I am your loyal and humble serpent today! *grin*
Firts things first...
Previous Parts are here, reading the labels on your clothes and machine washing your dry-clean-onlies. They're eeeeeeebol!!!!
Dis Pater
Lionel was at Lex’s side in seconds and grabbed his shoulder.
“Lex! What happened? How did you lose control like this?”
“I didn’t lose control!”
“Then how did this man get inside?”
Lex swallowed and began, “I think--”
“You think. You should know, Lex.” Lionel’s words were short and caustic but his faced was creased with worry.
Lex groaned inside. He knows. “Look Dad, Lucas--”
“How could you allow this to happen to your brother,” he snapped.
“I didn’t allow anything,” Lex almost yelled back, and Jonathan stepped in.
“We need to focus on the situation inside, there are a lot of innocent kids in there, including your son.”
Lionel visibly pulled himself together. “Of course, you’re right. And please excuse me, Mr. Kent—Mrs. Kent. How are things…” He stopped and drew his hand over his head. “Of course, not very good at the moment. Forgive me please.”
Jonathan nodded stiffly. “Earl Jenkins is the man's name—he claims he got sick in your plant, on Level three?”
Lex stared at his dad, holding his eyes and said, “I assured everyone there is no Level Three…that is the truth, right dad?” He knew his dad never lied to him—or at least he thought his dad had always been honest with him. He watched Lionel’s face pale slightly; he looked as if he were in pain.
“Lex. Lex—I’ll talk to you…later, all right? Later, son.”
Lex thought that was as close as Lionel had ever gotten to lying to him.
Jonathan Kent broke in and asked harshly, “Peoples lives are at stake—my son’s—your son’s. What are you going to do about it?”
Lionel turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “I’m going to let the people qualified to handle this situation do so—and I intend not to interfere with them so they *can* do their job.” He turned to look at the monitors, at the kids huddled against the wall and Lex moved to stand next to him. He was pretty sure no one else could tell, but he knew—his dad was afraid. Afraid for his son.
Lex could see Lucas standing next to Clark, almost…protectively--as he watched, Clark moved and Lucas shifted a little to stand almost in front of him, and Lex frowned slightly. Well, wasn’t that interesting, he thought....
He tried but couldn’t make out Lucas’ expression on the fuzzy screen. He whipped his head away to look at Martha when she asked too loudly, obviously on the edge, “What about the kids? You need to get on the phone and talk to him!”
Lionel shook his head. “Mrs. Kent, I understand how you feel, I want everyone to get out too—but I can’t negotiate with terrorists. *LuthorCorp* doesn’t negotiate with terrorists.”
Martha was besides her self with worry and fear and she shouted at Lionel as Jonathan moved up to put his arm around her in comfort—and to hold her back from Lionel, Lex thought. “He’s not a terrorist! He’s sick, he needs help! If you won’t talk to him, Jonathan will!”
Lex watched his dad’s face and shook his head. “No, Mr. Kent,” he said. “You’re not the one he blames…is he dad.”
Lionel looked at the ground and refused to meet Lex’s eyes, but he took the phone when Lex handed it to him. He punched in a number and spoke.
“Gabe. It’s Luthor—put Jenkins on the phone, will you? Thanks.” Lionel switched the phone to speaker phone and the police moved in, pushing Lex back from his dad. He settled back in the monitor area and watched the thing unfold.
He shivered, he felt like he was breaking apart in tiny pieces, flaking away bit by bit.. How did he lose control? —Not of the plant, he couldn’t have done a thing about that—but his dad came in and took back the reins he’d passed him at the beginning of this thing. Why tell him he’s in charge and then at the first hint of trouble come flying in and take it back? There was something—somewhere along the line—he’d lost his father….
Lex's attention was caught by a sudden movement on the monitor. The man was shaking, shaking really hard—“Something’s happening in there,” he called out, and a few SWAT agents and a couple of guards from the plant came over immediately.
On the screen Earl waved something in his hand and shouted panic stricken, “See what you made me do? See what you made me do!”
One of the plant guards said,”Damn! He broke the valve off one of the methane tanks-that’s what he ‘s got in his hand….”
Another guard said, “If he broke it off--”
Lex finished,” The methane level in that room will become explosive.”
He turned to look at his dad, who was staring at Lucas on the screen, the Kent’s and Lionel sharing nearly identical expressions of barely controlled panic.
******
The kids were starting to get louder, more nervous, more upset. Lucas stood up from the spot he shared with Pete and Chloe, and went to stand next to Whitney and Clark. He angled himself to stand in front of Clark, as Whitney leaned towards him and spoke quietly, "We need to do something.”
Clark shook his head and moved out from Lucas, “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Lucas looked at Clark. He was surprised, he’d never have thought Clark would be—afraid…he was just so big; he looked like he’d want to take action, not hang back… strange.
He tuned in to Whit again.
“Listen,” Whitney said,“ that man’s nuts. I’m not putting my life in his hands. Between the three of us, we can take him, easy. How about it, Luke—Clark?”
Lana paled and grabbed Whitney’s arm, “Please don’t! I don’t want you getting hurt, any of you!”
Clark looked ill, and started to speak, but Lucas pushed him back. “Clark, we’ve got this, why don’t you make sure these guys,” and he jerked his chin towards the other students, “are okay. Look out for Lana.”
Whitney cut a measuring look at Clark, and Clark flushed. Lucas didn’t understand why Clark was hiding but he was certain he had a reason—he’d find it out.
They tried to quietly sneak up on Earl, but he was high strung, and Lucas knew they’d been seen, before he could alert Whitney, Earl spun around—Whitney managed to knock the gun from his hand, but Earl knocked him to the ground with a punch.
“Damn!” Lucas leaped forward, grabbed Whitney’s limp arms and tried to pull him back, tried to keep an eye on Earl, too. That guy was going to blow, he thought. If they didn’t get out soon he was going to start shooting—he had the feeling cold-cocking people wasn’t something the man did normally. He was definitely about to explode.
Suddenly he felt a presence at his side and Clark’s warm breath flowed over the side of his face. “Let me help,” he said quietly, trying not to draw Earl’s attention. They pulled Whitney back to the group when shots rang out.
Fuck! Lucas thought, it’s starting; he’s starting to break! “Damn it!” he said aloud as Earl shot out the camera. Clark asked, “What—what’s wrong?”
“Lex. Lex is going to do something stupid now—watch.” He scowled at the smoking security camera. He knew Lex wasn’t going to let him sit in here much longer. A shiver ran down his spine. Lex couldn’t let him be in danger…he loved him too much, he *knew* Lex was going to come in after him. Fuck
—Lucas hoped deeply and sincerely someone was going to stop him.
TBC, my flowers!
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