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V It’s Like A Dream Come True. I did Say Dream, Right?
“Hey! Hi Mom…yeah, I checked everything before I packed. Umm-hum. Yes, passport’s in an outside pocket… Yes, he promised we were going to stay in Salzburg! It’s so exciting…no. No. No! I do not want to sing “the hills are alive” and anyway Lex will strangle me if I even so much as hum it. And thanks for pasting it in my brain, okay? I love you too. Give Dad my love. Tell him I’m sorry I missed him. Yes I’ll write tons of postcards! All the pretty ones! Bye Mom. I love you, bye!”
Clark hung up and handed Lex his phone back. Lex was leaning back against the car seat, hands folded in his lap, legs stretched out before him and crossed casually at the ankles, the very picture of elegant perfection and so damn perfectly *relaxed* that Clark felt like he was wearing an outfit he found in the dumpster and maybe planned on stuffing with newspapers…he was nervous about the flight and excited about leaving Smallville. And now, he had Lex all to himself. Clark stopped a moment and re-played that thought. Turned it upside down and shook it. That was…kind of a weird thought.
But what he meant of course, was Lex was on vacation too, and they wouldn’t have to drop everything because Lex had to take a call or rush out to the plant or zip back to Metropolis. Clark frowned to himself. He always thought those Metropolis calls were booty calls. Not that that wasn’t cool or anything-Lex was a guy after all, and you had to respect the fact that these girls were after him like that—it was just that look he got when ever he told Clark he needed to go into the city as if he was headed down town instead of three hours away--the way his eyes slid past Clark as he talked and focused away from him—Clark knew that as far as Lex was concerned in those moments he was already alone…
Lex watched him with a slightly puzzled smile on his face, an eyebrow cocked. The amber lights inside the limo made Lex look blazingly healthy and tan, it also made his eyes look bluer than normal. Clark pictured Lex on a bright sunny beach tanning to a golden hue.
Both of them soaking up the sun, checking out girls, Lex smirking at them and signaling Clark with his eyes…yeah, it was more likely that he’d fry instead of tanning, Clark thought. He had a redhead’s fine pale skin-- Lex freckled just from whatever sunlight could reach him through the tinted windows of his cars. Yep, that scenario probably wasn’t likely to happen, at least not without Lex wearing a ton of sun block and shades and one of those shirts from the Philippines and for a horrible moment, Clark pictured himself on a beach sitting under an umbrella checking out girls with Jerry Seinfeld’s dad…or wasn’t it Ben Stiller’s dad…I’m internally babbling, he thought. Why am I babbling, and so very boring….
Lex shifted and the leather seat creaked quietly. He leaned forward and turned on the music system. “Worried Clark? Thinking big thoughts?” Some soft jazz stuff trickled out of the speakers and Lex pushed a button and with a muted hum, a panel slid away and a little bar revealed itself. Clark sat forward. Cool, drinks! His enthusiasm dimmed dramatically when Lex smirked evilly and handed him a cold Coke.
“Your dad made the rules, Clark—sorry, but I’m going to follow them.”
Clark pushed his shoulders back against the seat and folded one leg over the other and crossed his arms over his chest and let his body language scream, I’m really pissed off.
Lex sipped something gold and bubbly and pretty obviously not Coke in a skinny wine glass. “I think we better get something straight, Clark. This isn’t an excuse for you to lose your mind, okay? No spring break-type shenanigans, there’ll be no waking up naked and drunk and missing a kidney in a tub full of ice, okay?”
Clark gaped at Lex, not sure whether to howl over the kidney image, or the fact that Lex, a guy in his twenties, would use a word like shenanigans. Who the hell did he hang out with in his down time? The guys at the Smallville Retirement? He shook his head. “I promise, I won’t be a problem and I’ll do everything you say.” Lex winced. “What? Did I do something?”
Lex shook his head.
“No, no, you’re fine—it’s fine. Hey, we’re at the airport.”
“Cool!” He looked out the limo window. “Umm...this is a very tiny airport. Where’s all the building and runways and people and stuff?” he asked and felt slightly more nervous than before. He grabbed his carry on bag from under the seat and made sure he had his mints and a book to distract himself while he was in the air—God—he was about to *fly*! He shivered and hoped for the best.
Lex laughed softly. “This is a private airport, we’re flying LuthorCorp. We have our own airline, Clark. It’s a much more civilized flight, trust me.”
Clark paled. Damn, he was going to be stuck a tiny little plane for hours on end—he was going to go crazy….
“Clark,” Lex said gently. I’d never let anything happen to you. Don’t worry, please.” He pat Clark’s arm and Clark warmed. He felt safe--stupid, but safe— after all, there wasn’t a damn thing Lex could do if the plane went down, but just saying that made Clark feel as safe as if he were home in Mom’s kitchen. Such a good Lex.
VI I See Paris, I See France…
Clark stood on the wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly solid and stationary, stinking of hot tar runway and celebrated the fact that he was still alive, gloriously alive. Okay, true, the thing had had a gym and bedrooms and a lounge—but the fact remained he’d been suspended above the ground with nothing between him and the air but carpet and a thin metal shell. He looked at Lex, expecting him to have that sardonic ‘Oh, Clark, you’re ever so amusingly rustic’ look on his face but--Clark’s eyes narrowed as he took in beads of sweat on Lex’s lip, and along his neck. His pupils were small, and he seemed to be breathing a little fast. Oh. He was scared too. And he’d never said a word to him. He probably hadn’t wanted to worry him, Clark thought. Yeah, Lex was like that….
Lex stood aside and one of the crew members walked out behind him with a liquid little shimmy as she passed him—the smile she gave him said things that Clark wasn’t sure he was old enough to see, or wanted to see…okay maybe he was breathing heavy not so much from fear as from *exhaustion*.
The woman passed Clark and smiled at him, and Clark lifted the edge of his lip. Close enough to pass for a smile. She giggled softly and kept going. Another crewmember passed Clark and pat him on the shoulder.
“What’s the matter honey? She take your spot?”
“What?” Clark suspected the expression on his face was less than intelligent, knew it when the guy laughed.
“I’m—yeah.” He turned his back on the guy. He wasn’t about to explain himself to a stranger and he didn’t care what the guy thought. He really didn’t.
Lex joined him on the tarmac and Clark noticed fine lines at the corner of his eyes and bracketing his mouth and felt bad. Lex looked tired and a little wrung out. He really did look as if he’d enjoyed the flight as little as Clark had, and still he tried to make Clark feel better, acting as if it had been such an adventure, distracting Clark when he’d felt a little nervous. Guess Lex had a right to relieve stress in whatever way he wanted, Clark thought, ignoring the tiny flicker of whatever it was in his stomach. After all, it wasn’t taking anything from *him*.
Lex patted him on the back, the little pat-rub-pat thing he did, and asked, “Ready?” and once again Clark felt lucky to have such an amazing and thoughtful friend.
A limousine pulled up along side of them and a driver in a crisp uniform with a small LuthorCorp logo on the breast pocket of the blazer moved their luggage into it. An assistant from the company, a business-like brunette with, Clark noted, amazing legs, climbed out.
“Welcome to France, Mr. Alexander.” She said warmly. “I have what you asked for.” She held a folder and a thick lavender and gray packet of material. LexCorp colors. Clark felt a jab of disappointment—this was going to be a working holiday after all—but Lex caught his eye and shook his head.
“Marlene’s handling the arrangements for our travels, that’s all. I promise you,” he said and held up the packet the assistant had handed him, “this contains nothing but fun, fun, fun.”
The assistant, Marlene, smiled at Clark and nodded, and ushered them to the car. She moved to sit up front with the driver, who held the rear door open for them. Clark wondered when the man was going to click his heels and was vaguely disappointed when he didn’t. Before he could get in, Lex stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Look.”
He pointed off on the horizon and for a moment Clark felt—staggered. A line of mountains marched away in the distance and it looked magical and unreal, photos didn’t prepare him for the reality, the beauty. It was an amazing sight for a kid from Kansas.
“Wow,” he said quietly.
Lex smiled whole-heartedly. “Yes. Wow.”
More in part five!
Part 2
Part 3
Wow—that comment effusively thing really worked! Cool!
Here’s the next bit of Lex and Clark Do Europe, my working title. And
luvmax1 suggested it, so it’s all her fault! V It’s Like A Dream Come True. I did Say Dream, Right?
“Hey! Hi Mom…yeah, I checked everything before I packed. Umm-hum. Yes, passport’s in an outside pocket… Yes, he promised we were going to stay in Salzburg! It’s so exciting…no. No. No! I do not want to sing “the hills are alive” and anyway Lex will strangle me if I even so much as hum it. And thanks for pasting it in my brain, okay? I love you too. Give Dad my love. Tell him I’m sorry I missed him. Yes I’ll write tons of postcards! All the pretty ones! Bye Mom. I love you, bye!”
Clark hung up and handed Lex his phone back. Lex was leaning back against the car seat, hands folded in his lap, legs stretched out before him and crossed casually at the ankles, the very picture of elegant perfection and so damn perfectly *relaxed* that Clark felt like he was wearing an outfit he found in the dumpster and maybe planned on stuffing with newspapers…he was nervous about the flight and excited about leaving Smallville. And now, he had Lex all to himself. Clark stopped a moment and re-played that thought. Turned it upside down and shook it. That was…kind of a weird thought.
But what he meant of course, was Lex was on vacation too, and they wouldn’t have to drop everything because Lex had to take a call or rush out to the plant or zip back to Metropolis. Clark frowned to himself. He always thought those Metropolis calls were booty calls. Not that that wasn’t cool or anything-Lex was a guy after all, and you had to respect the fact that these girls were after him like that—it was just that look he got when ever he told Clark he needed to go into the city as if he was headed down town instead of three hours away--the way his eyes slid past Clark as he talked and focused away from him—Clark knew that as far as Lex was concerned in those moments he was already alone…
Lex watched him with a slightly puzzled smile on his face, an eyebrow cocked. The amber lights inside the limo made Lex look blazingly healthy and tan, it also made his eyes look bluer than normal. Clark pictured Lex on a bright sunny beach tanning to a golden hue.
Both of them soaking up the sun, checking out girls, Lex smirking at them and signaling Clark with his eyes…yeah, it was more likely that he’d fry instead of tanning, Clark thought. He had a redhead’s fine pale skin-- Lex freckled just from whatever sunlight could reach him through the tinted windows of his cars. Yep, that scenario probably wasn’t likely to happen, at least not without Lex wearing a ton of sun block and shades and one of those shirts from the Philippines and for a horrible moment, Clark pictured himself on a beach sitting under an umbrella checking out girls with Jerry Seinfeld’s dad…or wasn’t it Ben Stiller’s dad…I’m internally babbling, he thought. Why am I babbling, and so very boring….
Lex shifted and the leather seat creaked quietly. He leaned forward and turned on the music system. “Worried Clark? Thinking big thoughts?” Some soft jazz stuff trickled out of the speakers and Lex pushed a button and with a muted hum, a panel slid away and a little bar revealed itself. Clark sat forward. Cool, drinks! His enthusiasm dimmed dramatically when Lex smirked evilly and handed him a cold Coke.
“Your dad made the rules, Clark—sorry, but I’m going to follow them.”
Clark pushed his shoulders back against the seat and folded one leg over the other and crossed his arms over his chest and let his body language scream, I’m really pissed off.
Lex sipped something gold and bubbly and pretty obviously not Coke in a skinny wine glass. “I think we better get something straight, Clark. This isn’t an excuse for you to lose your mind, okay? No spring break-type shenanigans, there’ll be no waking up naked and drunk and missing a kidney in a tub full of ice, okay?”
Clark gaped at Lex, not sure whether to howl over the kidney image, or the fact that Lex, a guy in his twenties, would use a word like shenanigans. Who the hell did he hang out with in his down time? The guys at the Smallville Retirement? He shook his head. “I promise, I won’t be a problem and I’ll do everything you say.” Lex winced. “What? Did I do something?”
Lex shook his head.
“No, no, you’re fine—it’s fine. Hey, we’re at the airport.”
“Cool!” He looked out the limo window. “Umm...this is a very tiny airport. Where’s all the building and runways and people and stuff?” he asked and felt slightly more nervous than before. He grabbed his carry on bag from under the seat and made sure he had his mints and a book to distract himself while he was in the air—God—he was about to *fly*! He shivered and hoped for the best.
Lex laughed softly. “This is a private airport, we’re flying LuthorCorp. We have our own airline, Clark. It’s a much more civilized flight, trust me.”
Clark paled. Damn, he was going to be stuck a tiny little plane for hours on end—he was going to go crazy….
“Clark,” Lex said gently. I’d never let anything happen to you. Don’t worry, please.” He pat Clark’s arm and Clark warmed. He felt safe--stupid, but safe— after all, there wasn’t a damn thing Lex could do if the plane went down, but just saying that made Clark feel as safe as if he were home in Mom’s kitchen. Such a good Lex.
VI I See Paris, I See France…
Clark stood on the wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly solid and stationary, stinking of hot tar runway and celebrated the fact that he was still alive, gloriously alive. Okay, true, the thing had had a gym and bedrooms and a lounge—but the fact remained he’d been suspended above the ground with nothing between him and the air but carpet and a thin metal shell. He looked at Lex, expecting him to have that sardonic ‘Oh, Clark, you’re ever so amusingly rustic’ look on his face but--Clark’s eyes narrowed as he took in beads of sweat on Lex’s lip, and along his neck. His pupils were small, and he seemed to be breathing a little fast. Oh. He was scared too. And he’d never said a word to him. He probably hadn’t wanted to worry him, Clark thought. Yeah, Lex was like that….
Lex stood aside and one of the crew members walked out behind him with a liquid little shimmy as she passed him—the smile she gave him said things that Clark wasn’t sure he was old enough to see, or wanted to see…okay maybe he was breathing heavy not so much from fear as from *exhaustion*.
The woman passed Clark and smiled at him, and Clark lifted the edge of his lip. Close enough to pass for a smile. She giggled softly and kept going. Another crewmember passed Clark and pat him on the shoulder.
“What’s the matter honey? She take your spot?”
“What?” Clark suspected the expression on his face was less than intelligent, knew it when the guy laughed.
“I’m—yeah.” He turned his back on the guy. He wasn’t about to explain himself to a stranger and he didn’t care what the guy thought. He really didn’t.
Lex joined him on the tarmac and Clark noticed fine lines at the corner of his eyes and bracketing his mouth and felt bad. Lex looked tired and a little wrung out. He really did look as if he’d enjoyed the flight as little as Clark had, and still he tried to make Clark feel better, acting as if it had been such an adventure, distracting Clark when he’d felt a little nervous. Guess Lex had a right to relieve stress in whatever way he wanted, Clark thought, ignoring the tiny flicker of whatever it was in his stomach. After all, it wasn’t taking anything from *him*.
Lex patted him on the back, the little pat-rub-pat thing he did, and asked, “Ready?” and once again Clark felt lucky to have such an amazing and thoughtful friend.
A limousine pulled up along side of them and a driver in a crisp uniform with a small LuthorCorp logo on the breast pocket of the blazer moved their luggage into it. An assistant from the company, a business-like brunette with, Clark noted, amazing legs, climbed out.
“Welcome to France, Mr. Alexander.” She said warmly. “I have what you asked for.” She held a folder and a thick lavender and gray packet of material. LexCorp colors. Clark felt a jab of disappointment—this was going to be a working holiday after all—but Lex caught his eye and shook his head.
“Marlene’s handling the arrangements for our travels, that’s all. I promise you,” he said and held up the packet the assistant had handed him, “this contains nothing but fun, fun, fun.”
The assistant, Marlene, smiled at Clark and nodded, and ushered them to the car. She moved to sit up front with the driver, who held the rear door open for them. Clark wondered when the man was going to click his heels and was vaguely disappointed when he didn’t. Before he could get in, Lex stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Look.”
He pointed off on the horizon and for a moment Clark felt—staggered. A line of mountains marched away in the distance and it looked magical and unreal, photos didn’t prepare him for the reality, the beauty. It was an amazing sight for a kid from Kansas.
“Wow,” he said quietly.
Lex smiled whole-heartedly. “Yes. Wow.”
More in part five!
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