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Part 14
Graduation: nerve-wracking, stomach-twisting, boring, exciting, just about every emotion in the world, and it felt like they were experiencing them all, one after the other. Over and over.
They were herded out onto the field and commanded to take their places, and pretty much they managed it without too much trouble. Clark felt excitement, relief—next stop, out of Smallville! It was a great feeling—and somehow sadder than he thought it would be. He looked out toward the bleachers opposite them and remembered coming out to this field when he was a middle schooler, terrified at the thought of beginning*high school,* worried if he’d be able to do the work, handle the older kids—he laughed quietly. Yep---and his first act out here had been to rescue Whit from the older kids. He shook his head. What a *lot* had changed since then. That was another lifetime ago, kind of like a nightmare they all woke up from...
They sat in the cordoned off section of the bleachers and sweated in their robes, he figured they had to be made of purest asbestos. At his side, Lex quietly and ferociously complained about the cap, and its desire to slide rakishly to one side on his head. Clark prayed that the darn thing would settle down or in a minute he was going to have to grab him and kiss him to get him to shut up.
He leaned over and waved at Lana sitting near the end of the row. She looked beautiful, he thought, loving how her eyes sparkled. Her hair was shining in the sun, a beautiful sweep of ebony against the red of her robe and her smile…he felt a rush of love for her. In a different world, he thought, she *could* have been the one. He reached a hand out and gripped Lex’s—but he was lucky enough to be in this one, with this love.
She waved at him and tilted her head back to search out Pete, Clark looked too.
There he was, near the top row, nerves making him look fierce—he scowled out over the crowd until he caught sight of Lana, then his scowl melted into such a look of –love, pure and shinning so strongly on his square face, that Clark had to look away, it was too intimate a look to share.
He glanced around, looking for Whit, but before he found him, Lex elbowed his ribs and pointed down on the field.
His mom and dad were waving. In fact he thought, if they waved harder, they’d be airborne…God, yes, thank you, embarrass me some more--which Lex proceeded to do by waving madly back, smirking evilly at Clark. Clark nudged him. “Stop, or I’ll set your cap on fire…and I won’t use a match,” he whispered. Lex snorted, but he stopped waving. Clark settled back with a satisfied grin when Lex blushed a little. He knew Lex liked it when he demonstrated a little bit of his powers. He liked it a lot.
The ceremony seemed to stretch on and on, and then there was Lana, shaking hands and receiving a full scholarship to Met U, Pete cheering in the background like a like a crazy person, and then suddenly he was up on the stage, feeling giddy and he was shaking the Principal’s hand and grinning from ear to ear and he could hear Whit and Pete yelling and then…
It was over. The kids poured from the stands out onto the field, sailing hats into the air like they were told *not*to do, all the old rules forgotten—it was over—they were graduates! Lex laughed and grabbed his hand as Clark pulled them over to Jonathan and Martha.
Tears stood in his parent’s eyes as they hugged him hard, and told him how much they loved him, and his mom grabbed Lex and wet his shirt and told him how proud they were of him.
“It’s true, son, we couldn’t be prouder of you than if you were our own,” his dad said, his cheeks pink, and his face split by a huge grin.
His mom whacked his dad on the shoulder and Clark laughed at his exaggerated look of pain.
“He is ours, hon,” she said as she beamed at Lex, her fingers curled around his.
Clark looked at the blushing boy. “Are you crying?” he whispered. Lex turned to him slightly and growled. Clark grinned. Tears, yes.
He was about to make a snide comment when he caught Lex’s reaction to something else. Lex tried to disguise it, but Clark picked up on it and searched the direction Lex was looking in.
Oh. George.
Clark frowned. what the heck was he doing here. He had no business… He quickly scanned the crowd, his vision zooming in and out, but there was no sign of Lex’s dad. Good. Effing bastard.
Just George, smiling like a Cheshire cat with a nasty secret.
When George was assured of having Lex’s attention, he slowly held up an envelope. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at Lex. Lex glanced quickly at the Kent’s and seeing them occupied, he flipped George off and smirked back. George laughed and replaced the envelope in his jacket and rose from the bench, walked away without a backward glance.
Clark looked at Lex.
“What?” Lex asked.
“Nothing,” Clark replied, “Nothing, I guess.”
Lex nodded and the subject was dropped. Clark sighed deep inside and stored that little incident away with the others. He knew it was significant, but… Lex would tell him everything someday…he would…
The Kents stood together, all of them, arms around each other as someone who’d volunteered to do so snapped picture after picture of them, and then Clark and Lex were off, looking for Pete and Lana and Whit, looking for their friends in the milling crowd.
Clark caught sight of Pete and his family and waved—all the Ross’ were in attendance. Clark whipped up his camera and took a picture…they looked so happy, all of them, even Matthew was smiling, and he had his arm around Whit and Sam…Clark looked at Lex. Lex shrugged and smiled.
“I told you it would all work out.”
“Oh, right, Mr. know-it-all—you just new everything was going to be perfect, hunh?”
“Of course. I said it was going to be, and I’m always right.” Lex nodded and looked satisfied and Clark laughed. “Lex! I don’t have to explain hubris to *you* do I?”
Lex stopped and looked Clark up and down. “Well, well. Hubris? Clark, I’m surprised…you’ve actually been listening to me?” He winked at him. “I like it…remind me to show you how much. Later.”
Clark blushed and nodded. “I will. Count on it.”
tbc....
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vampsarecool, suzvoy,tabaquiPart 14
Graduation: nerve-wracking, stomach-twisting, boring, exciting, just about every emotion in the world, and it felt like they were experiencing them all, one after the other. Over and over.
They were herded out onto the field and commanded to take their places, and pretty much they managed it without too much trouble. Clark felt excitement, relief—next stop, out of Smallville! It was a great feeling—and somehow sadder than he thought it would be. He looked out toward the bleachers opposite them and remembered coming out to this field when he was a middle schooler, terrified at the thought of beginning*high school,* worried if he’d be able to do the work, handle the older kids—he laughed quietly. Yep---and his first act out here had been to rescue Whit from the older kids. He shook his head. What a *lot* had changed since then. That was another lifetime ago, kind of like a nightmare they all woke up from...
They sat in the cordoned off section of the bleachers and sweated in their robes, he figured they had to be made of purest asbestos. At his side, Lex quietly and ferociously complained about the cap, and its desire to slide rakishly to one side on his head. Clark prayed that the darn thing would settle down or in a minute he was going to have to grab him and kiss him to get him to shut up.
He leaned over and waved at Lana sitting near the end of the row. She looked beautiful, he thought, loving how her eyes sparkled. Her hair was shining in the sun, a beautiful sweep of ebony against the red of her robe and her smile…he felt a rush of love for her. In a different world, he thought, she *could* have been the one. He reached a hand out and gripped Lex’s—but he was lucky enough to be in this one, with this love.
She waved at him and tilted her head back to search out Pete, Clark looked too.
There he was, near the top row, nerves making him look fierce—he scowled out over the crowd until he caught sight of Lana, then his scowl melted into such a look of –love, pure and shinning so strongly on his square face, that Clark had to look away, it was too intimate a look to share.
He glanced around, looking for Whit, but before he found him, Lex elbowed his ribs and pointed down on the field.
His mom and dad were waving. In fact he thought, if they waved harder, they’d be airborne…God, yes, thank you, embarrass me some more--which Lex proceeded to do by waving madly back, smirking evilly at Clark. Clark nudged him. “Stop, or I’ll set your cap on fire…and I won’t use a match,” he whispered. Lex snorted, but he stopped waving. Clark settled back with a satisfied grin when Lex blushed a little. He knew Lex liked it when he demonstrated a little bit of his powers. He liked it a lot.
The ceremony seemed to stretch on and on, and then there was Lana, shaking hands and receiving a full scholarship to Met U, Pete cheering in the background like a like a crazy person, and then suddenly he was up on the stage, feeling giddy and he was shaking the Principal’s hand and grinning from ear to ear and he could hear Whit and Pete yelling and then…
It was over. The kids poured from the stands out onto the field, sailing hats into the air like they were told *not*to do, all the old rules forgotten—it was over—they were graduates! Lex laughed and grabbed his hand as Clark pulled them over to Jonathan and Martha.
Tears stood in his parent’s eyes as they hugged him hard, and told him how much they loved him, and his mom grabbed Lex and wet his shirt and told him how proud they were of him.
“It’s true, son, we couldn’t be prouder of you than if you were our own,” his dad said, his cheeks pink, and his face split by a huge grin.
His mom whacked his dad on the shoulder and Clark laughed at his exaggerated look of pain.
“He is ours, hon,” she said as she beamed at Lex, her fingers curled around his.
Clark looked at the blushing boy. “Are you crying?” he whispered. Lex turned to him slightly and growled. Clark grinned. Tears, yes.
He was about to make a snide comment when he caught Lex’s reaction to something else. Lex tried to disguise it, but Clark picked up on it and searched the direction Lex was looking in.
Oh. George.
Clark frowned. what the heck was he doing here. He had no business… He quickly scanned the crowd, his vision zooming in and out, but there was no sign of Lex’s dad. Good. Effing bastard.
Just George, smiling like a Cheshire cat with a nasty secret.
When George was assured of having Lex’s attention, he slowly held up an envelope. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at Lex. Lex glanced quickly at the Kent’s and seeing them occupied, he flipped George off and smirked back. George laughed and replaced the envelope in his jacket and rose from the bench, walked away without a backward glance.
Clark looked at Lex.
“What?” Lex asked.
“Nothing,” Clark replied, “Nothing, I guess.”
Lex nodded and the subject was dropped. Clark sighed deep inside and stored that little incident away with the others. He knew it was significant, but… Lex would tell him everything someday…he would…
The Kents stood together, all of them, arms around each other as someone who’d volunteered to do so snapped picture after picture of them, and then Clark and Lex were off, looking for Pete and Lana and Whit, looking for their friends in the milling crowd.
Clark caught sight of Pete and his family and waved—all the Ross’ were in attendance. Clark whipped up his camera and took a picture…they looked so happy, all of them, even Matthew was smiling, and he had his arm around Whit and Sam…Clark looked at Lex. Lex shrugged and smiled.
“I told you it would all work out.”
“Oh, right, Mr. know-it-all—you just new everything was going to be perfect, hunh?”
“Of course. I said it was going to be, and I’m always right.” Lex nodded and looked satisfied and Clark laughed. “Lex! I don’t have to explain hubris to *you* do I?”
Lex stopped and looked Clark up and down. “Well, well. Hubris? Clark, I’m surprised…you’ve actually been listening to me?” He winked at him. “I like it…remind me to show you how much. Later.”
Clark blushed and nodded. “I will. Count on it.”
tbc....
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6/6/05 07:13 am (UTC)WORD to that. 8-)
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6/6/05 07:14 am (UTC)And a dedication!
Thank you, Ms. Thang!
And *whaps Clark* Confront him, damnit! Don't let Lex be all secritive and hiding stuff!!!
*bounce*
One teeny thing: but… Lex tell him everything someday…he would…. You're missin' a word, there, bay-bee.
*smoooch*
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6/6/05 07:26 am (UTC)*feels all special*
This was so cute!
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