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roxySorry, sorry, that wasn't nice.
Well, I had a great time writing this part. Mind you, I’m not certain about it, I just had fun. Thank goodness, because I’ve been picking at it for what feels like forever. And I thought I was going to breeze through this bit. Hah! Silly old bear!
Anyhoo, the Previous Parts are here, sucking down Barcadi and coke and singing about your eyes. Ack! Ew…sorry, not your eyes!
Martha tried to turn the timer bell off, but it kept ringing and her muffins were burning while she tried everything she could to turn the damn timer off and black smoke poured out of the oven— she woke up.
The telephone was ringing. Her heart leapt into her throat—oh my God—Dad! Something was wrong—or Clark? She swung her legs over the side of the bed and glanced back, Jonathan was sound asleep. She reached over the nightstand and grabbed the phone.
“Yes?” Her voice was thin and shaky. “Yes?”
“Mom? Mom, it’s me—Clark.”
“Clark, what’s the matter? Are you alright?” oh my god—it’s twelve—what--
“Mom, it’s okay—I mean there’s nothing wrong, we’re fine.”
“Thank God—Clark, do you know what time it is?” She got up and took her robe from it’s hook on the closet door, and shrugged it on as she made her way out of the room—she didn’t want to disturb Jon. She headed down to the kitchen; now that she knew everyone was fine she was just a little irked.
“Sweetie, you do know there’s a time difference, don’t you? Not that I’m not happy to hear your voice.” And she was, it was just—unsettling to get a call so late. She turned on the kitchen light, grabbed a dishcloth and wiped at the spotless counters.
“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry—listen, first I want to tell you that I love you and Dad very much, really. And none of this has anything to do with you—I mean it’s not your fault—I mean…crap, it’s not coming out right…”
“Clark! What *is* it sweetheart?” God—he’s in jail! He drunk—he’s high—a thousand scenarios flashed lightening quick through her mind and her heart was racing.
“I’m…I’m trying to tell you,” he whispered. He continued, his voice a little stronger and Martha unconsciously leaned forward as though to hear him better. “Mom. I have something to tell you, well you and Dad, but I thought I’d talk to you first and I didn’t want to put it off. It’s important, and—and…remember I love you.”
“Clark, I love you too, and nothing you tell me can change that—something *is*wrong. What is it son?”
There was silence on the line, but she waited quietly. It might take him a bit, but he’d tell her. Clark always told them everything. Finally she heard a tiny sound, a click, a…a sniff? Oh lord.
“Mom…I think…I think I’m gay. I’m pretty sure I am. Gay.”
She dropped into a chair and sat still for a long moment. At first her brain just skipped around the words, rearranging them, trying to make them make…sense. And then it hit her. Clark said he was gay. Homosexual. Gay? How? Her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back. Clark didn’t need that; he needed her to be strong.
“Clark. Are you certain? You don’t sound sure.” She swallowed hard and waited for the words that would explain all of this.
“I *am* sure--about me. I’m just worried about you.”
Martha shook her head. “Clark! I told you. Nothing can change what we feel for you. But…are you really sure, what about Lana? I thought…Chloe…”
“Mom, I wanted that, I really did. I wanted to want Lana so bad; it took me forever to realize I didn’t want…all of her. I mean, I love her still. I just don’t *love* her.”
“Oh Clark. Oh Clark. I…I love you honey, I really do, but this…it’s not what I’d want for you, can you understand that?” She wrapped and unwrapped the robe’s tie around her fingers, looking around the kitchen and thinking briefly to herself that the conversation was unreal. For a long moment, there was only silence, so thick she could feel it and she almost cried then and in an icy voice Clark asked, “Are you sure this doesn’t change how you feel about us?”
“Hon, of *course* not. But you want me to tell you it doesn’t matter and...and I can’t…give me a little time sweetie. Let me get used to it.” Clark didn’t answer and she knew her impatient son was waiting.
“Clark, have you talked to Lex about this? I’m sure he knows gay people, he probably understands this better than we...” Us?and her mind veered off the Highway of Thought, crashed into the Roadside Barrier of Ohmigawd, and plunged over the cliff of I’m Going To Kill Him Dead. “*Clark!* Lex! Did he…”
“*Mom*!”
The sound of Clark terminally embarrassed and angry broke through the gridlock in her mind. “I’m going to kill him—I swear to God, Clark--”
“Mom! See! This is why I wanted to talk to you first—can you imagine if I told Dad? He’d fly here under his own power. No—Lex has nothing to do with this—I knew it before I fell in love with him.”
Clunk.
The phone hit the table and Martha noted idly it dented the pine slightly. Oak—oak would have been sturdier…from a distance she heard a little voice yelling “Mom, mom”...Oh my goodness—she grabbed the phone back up. “Clark! I’m here, I’m here!”
“Oh, oh good, I thought you hung up on me!”
“No,” no—just recovering.” Hold on, I’m making coffee. She rose and puttered around the cabinets, putting together a pot of coffee and listened to the semi-panicked breathing in her ear.
Relax, sweetheart. Relax.
She sat while the coffee brewed. "So. You’re …in love with Lex. Lex?” Lex was handsome, very handsome. And smart and funny. And well off. She could see that Clark might be attracted to him. *Screech*. Sure, he was a catch. *plunge*
“Clark…what about Lex? Does he know you’re in love with him? He’s…gay too? I mean, he was engaged and married and…women…”
“Mom, some people are bi-sexual and some people are--”
“Thank you sweetie. Thank you. I actually took a human sexuality course in college, I understand.” Amazing—she could feel him blush over the phone lines. Another power of his—and the Car of Sanity bounced off the Rocks of Ohmyfuckinggod and plunged further. She made a strangled noises and gasped out “Did--”
“No, of course--” he answered and she slumped back in her chair. “Oh good.”
“I meant to say of course not *yet*.” Icy, no, more than icy—totally frigid--tones crackled through the line. “I will tell him. But not until we’re all together. As a *family.*”
The emphasis on family was clear. Message received.Oh God. Her work was cut out for her. Clark…her baby…
Martha blindly groped a cup out of the cabinet and splashed coffee into to it. She thought with intense longing of the bottle in the cabinet they laughingly called the bar, a few bottles of half decent California wine and a bottle of Southern Comfort. Would it be wrong to splash a little in her cup? Just a little? She sighed and sat down, took a gulp of coffee and said, “Please tell me all about it Clark. And I’ll want to talk to Lex too.”
“About what?” Clark squeaked. “I mean, talk to Lex? Hah—sure, sure. Now?”
Martha thought she heard something crash in the background but she was distracted by a sudden thought. She clutched her cup even harder.
“Clark. Is there something else you want to tell me? Anything?”
“Ah…if I was a girl maybe we’d have a heart to heart chat and maybe cry and hug each other but I’m a guy so I’m just going to pretend that you didn’t ask that and you can pretend I answered you and that would be yes. Not anymore.” She heard a deep inhale and a loud exhale. “Yeah.”
Martha decoded the convoluted sentence and felt her throat tighten. Her baby wasn’t a baby anymore. Which meant he and Lex…and Lex…she had no idea how to tell Jon, but she was certain of one thing, she had to lay the groundwork for this one.
*****
Clark held the phone and looked at Lex. Lex looked a little like a deer in the headlights. On the floor at his feet a vase lay in pieces, flowers ands water all over the floor. <>Gee, is that going to cost a lot?<> Clark wondered and waited for his mother to speak again.
She was taking it good, he thought. Not as bad as he was afraid, not as good as he’d hoped. She liked Lex. He knew she liked him a lot, and worried over him—it was Dad that was going to hit the roof he thought. He sighed. Right now, he needed to know his mom was on his side.
“Mom, don’t forget, I’m eighteen now. I’m not a little kid. I know what I want and no one talked me into this.” Lex’s mouth dropped open and for a moment he looked completely panicked, and then he pulled himself together. It was obvious it was an effort. He straightened his shirt and smoothed his sleeves. He went to the room phone and called the desk and Clark watched all the little moves he made, settling back into the unflappable Lex Luthor. He snickered silently. Yeah, right. Unflappable.
Lex turned to him and smiled. “Let me have the phone, Clark.”
Clark held up his hand. “Mom, Lex wants to talk to you, is that okay?”
He held the phone out to him, his eyes full of sympathy. “Mom says yes.” Clark walked to the other side of the desk and sat and watched his boyfriend talk to his mother. Lex looked mildly concerned, a small smile turning up the corners of his moth as he listened. A single bead of sweat running down his temple revealed he wasn’t quite as cool and collected as he tried to appear.
“Mrs. Kent…how are you?”
“You can call me Martha, Lex” Clark heard with relief and with just the smallest twinge of guilt, continued to listen in to both sides of the conversation.
“Martha. I understand completely if you’re upset—it may seem...unbelievable, unimaginable—I mean sudden…well, clearly I’m not making a favorable impression at the moment.”
“Lex. When…when did you realize that.” She stopped. There was silence on the line and Lex was still, waiting for whatever she was about to say to him. Clark watched his face slowly shift from pleasant but determined to lost and…hurt. He started to rise from the chair but Lex waved him back. His mother spoke again. “When did you know you loved Clark? I know you do. It’s inconceivable that you don’t.”
Lex blushed deep red, his eyes shimmered and Clark once again had to restrain himself from leaping up and wrapping him in a hug.
“Yes I do love Clark and I’ve loved him since the day he saved my life and I’d never planned to tell him. Ever.”
Clark gasped and reached out for him and this time Lex let him take his hand.
“I see.”
“I would never. Never harm Clark. Or let harm come to him. I love him with all my heart, please believe me.” Lex looked away from Clark as he spoke, and Clark respected his need for that small bit of privacy, made no move to get closer or make Lex look at him. He felt his own chest squeeze tight…Lex really loved him, as much as he loved Lex. Or maybe more….
"I believe it Lex. I’m sure of it---we’ll talk about this later, okay? I—I need to think, I’m fine, I just need to think. Tell Clark I’ll call tomorrow, will you? Tell him I said good night and I love him.”
Clark heard the click of the phone disconnecting and stared at Lex.
“I think that went well, Clark. She didn’t threaten to kill me at any rate.”
“No, there is that.” Clark stood. “Can we go out? I need some fresh air. I need to walk around a little.”
Lex leaned close to him and Clark threw his arms around his neck. Lex fit right under his chin, fit like he was made to go there, and he rubbed his cheek over Lex’s smooth scalp. His skin was so soft, and he smelled so good. No matter what happened, no one could take that away. Lex belonged to him.
“You’re smelling me.”
“Yes. I am smelling you.”
“Oh. Okay. Ready to go?”
“Yep. Always ready when you are.”
Lex looked at him, and a corner of his mouth turned up slowly and then, he laughed.
Continued in part 20
Well, I had a great time writing this part. Mind you, I’m not certain about it, I just had fun. Thank goodness, because I’ve been picking at it for what feels like forever. And I thought I was going to breeze through this bit. Hah! Silly old bear!
Anyhoo, the Previous Parts are here, sucking down Barcadi and coke and singing about your eyes. Ack! Ew…sorry, not your eyes!
Martha tried to turn the timer bell off, but it kept ringing and her muffins were burning while she tried everything she could to turn the damn timer off and black smoke poured out of the oven— she woke up.
The telephone was ringing. Her heart leapt into her throat—oh my God—Dad! Something was wrong—or Clark? She swung her legs over the side of the bed and glanced back, Jonathan was sound asleep. She reached over the nightstand and grabbed the phone.
“Yes?” Her voice was thin and shaky. “Yes?”
“Mom? Mom, it’s me—Clark.”
“Clark, what’s the matter? Are you alright?” oh my god—it’s twelve—what--
“Mom, it’s okay—I mean there’s nothing wrong, we’re fine.”
“Thank God—Clark, do you know what time it is?” She got up and took her robe from it’s hook on the closet door, and shrugged it on as she made her way out of the room—she didn’t want to disturb Jon. She headed down to the kitchen; now that she knew everyone was fine she was just a little irked.
“Sweetie, you do know there’s a time difference, don’t you? Not that I’m not happy to hear your voice.” And she was, it was just—unsettling to get a call so late. She turned on the kitchen light, grabbed a dishcloth and wiped at the spotless counters.
“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry—listen, first I want to tell you that I love you and Dad very much, really. And none of this has anything to do with you—I mean it’s not your fault—I mean…crap, it’s not coming out right…”
“Clark! What *is* it sweetheart?” God—he’s in jail! He drunk—he’s high—a thousand scenarios flashed lightening quick through her mind and her heart was racing.
“I’m…I’m trying to tell you,” he whispered. He continued, his voice a little stronger and Martha unconsciously leaned forward as though to hear him better. “Mom. I have something to tell you, well you and Dad, but I thought I’d talk to you first and I didn’t want to put it off. It’s important, and—and…remember I love you.”
“Clark, I love you too, and nothing you tell me can change that—something *is*wrong. What is it son?”
There was silence on the line, but she waited quietly. It might take him a bit, but he’d tell her. Clark always told them everything. Finally she heard a tiny sound, a click, a…a sniff? Oh lord.
“Mom…I think…I think I’m gay. I’m pretty sure I am. Gay.”
She dropped into a chair and sat still for a long moment. At first her brain just skipped around the words, rearranging them, trying to make them make…sense. And then it hit her. Clark said he was gay. Homosexual. Gay? How? Her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back. Clark didn’t need that; he needed her to be strong.
“Clark. Are you certain? You don’t sound sure.” She swallowed hard and waited for the words that would explain all of this.
“I *am* sure--about me. I’m just worried about you.”
Martha shook her head. “Clark! I told you. Nothing can change what we feel for you. But…are you really sure, what about Lana? I thought…Chloe…”
“Mom, I wanted that, I really did. I wanted to want Lana so bad; it took me forever to realize I didn’t want…all of her. I mean, I love her still. I just don’t *love* her.”
“Oh Clark. Oh Clark. I…I love you honey, I really do, but this…it’s not what I’d want for you, can you understand that?” She wrapped and unwrapped the robe’s tie around her fingers, looking around the kitchen and thinking briefly to herself that the conversation was unreal. For a long moment, there was only silence, so thick she could feel it and she almost cried then and in an icy voice Clark asked, “Are you sure this doesn’t change how you feel about us?”
“Hon, of *course* not. But you want me to tell you it doesn’t matter and...and I can’t…give me a little time sweetie. Let me get used to it.” Clark didn’t answer and she knew her impatient son was waiting.
“Clark, have you talked to Lex about this? I’m sure he knows gay people, he probably understands this better than we...” Us?and her mind veered off the Highway of Thought, crashed into the Roadside Barrier of Ohmigawd, and plunged over the cliff of I’m Going To Kill Him Dead. “*Clark!* Lex! Did he…”
“*Mom*!”
The sound of Clark terminally embarrassed and angry broke through the gridlock in her mind. “I’m going to kill him—I swear to God, Clark--”
“Mom! See! This is why I wanted to talk to you first—can you imagine if I told Dad? He’d fly here under his own power. No—Lex has nothing to do with this—I knew it before I fell in love with him.”
Clunk.
The phone hit the table and Martha noted idly it dented the pine slightly. Oak—oak would have been sturdier…from a distance she heard a little voice yelling “Mom, mom”...Oh my goodness—she grabbed the phone back up. “Clark! I’m here, I’m here!”
“Oh, oh good, I thought you hung up on me!”
“No,” no—just recovering.” Hold on, I’m making coffee. She rose and puttered around the cabinets, putting together a pot of coffee and listened to the semi-panicked breathing in her ear.
Relax, sweetheart. Relax.
She sat while the coffee brewed. "So. You’re …in love with Lex. Lex?” Lex was handsome, very handsome. And smart and funny. And well off. She could see that Clark might be attracted to him. *Screech*. Sure, he was a catch. *plunge*
“Clark…what about Lex? Does he know you’re in love with him? He’s…gay too? I mean, he was engaged and married and…women…”
“Mom, some people are bi-sexual and some people are--”
“Thank you sweetie. Thank you. I actually took a human sexuality course in college, I understand.” Amazing—she could feel him blush over the phone lines. Another power of his—and the Car of Sanity bounced off the Rocks of Ohmyfuckinggod and plunged further. She made a strangled noises and gasped out “Did--”
“No, of course--” he answered and she slumped back in her chair. “Oh good.”
“I meant to say of course not *yet*.” Icy, no, more than icy—totally frigid--tones crackled through the line. “I will tell him. But not until we’re all together. As a *family.*”
The emphasis on family was clear. Message received.Oh God. Her work was cut out for her. Clark…her baby…
Martha blindly groped a cup out of the cabinet and splashed coffee into to it. She thought with intense longing of the bottle in the cabinet they laughingly called the bar, a few bottles of half decent California wine and a bottle of Southern Comfort. Would it be wrong to splash a little in her cup? Just a little? She sighed and sat down, took a gulp of coffee and said, “Please tell me all about it Clark. And I’ll want to talk to Lex too.”
“About what?” Clark squeaked. “I mean, talk to Lex? Hah—sure, sure. Now?”
Martha thought she heard something crash in the background but she was distracted by a sudden thought. She clutched her cup even harder.
“Clark. Is there something else you want to tell me? Anything?”
“Ah…if I was a girl maybe we’d have a heart to heart chat and maybe cry and hug each other but I’m a guy so I’m just going to pretend that you didn’t ask that and you can pretend I answered you and that would be yes. Not anymore.” She heard a deep inhale and a loud exhale. “Yeah.”
Martha decoded the convoluted sentence and felt her throat tighten. Her baby wasn’t a baby anymore. Which meant he and Lex…and Lex…she had no idea how to tell Jon, but she was certain of one thing, she had to lay the groundwork for this one.
*****
Clark held the phone and looked at Lex. Lex looked a little like a deer in the headlights. On the floor at his feet a vase lay in pieces, flowers ands water all over the floor. <>Gee, is that going to cost a lot?<> Clark wondered and waited for his mother to speak again.
She was taking it good, he thought. Not as bad as he was afraid, not as good as he’d hoped. She liked Lex. He knew she liked him a lot, and worried over him—it was Dad that was going to hit the roof he thought. He sighed. Right now, he needed to know his mom was on his side.
“Mom, don’t forget, I’m eighteen now. I’m not a little kid. I know what I want and no one talked me into this.” Lex’s mouth dropped open and for a moment he looked completely panicked, and then he pulled himself together. It was obvious it was an effort. He straightened his shirt and smoothed his sleeves. He went to the room phone and called the desk and Clark watched all the little moves he made, settling back into the unflappable Lex Luthor. He snickered silently. Yeah, right. Unflappable.
Lex turned to him and smiled. “Let me have the phone, Clark.”
Clark held up his hand. “Mom, Lex wants to talk to you, is that okay?”
He held the phone out to him, his eyes full of sympathy. “Mom says yes.” Clark walked to the other side of the desk and sat and watched his boyfriend talk to his mother. Lex looked mildly concerned, a small smile turning up the corners of his moth as he listened. A single bead of sweat running down his temple revealed he wasn’t quite as cool and collected as he tried to appear.
“Mrs. Kent…how are you?”
“You can call me Martha, Lex” Clark heard with relief and with just the smallest twinge of guilt, continued to listen in to both sides of the conversation.
“Martha. I understand completely if you’re upset—it may seem...unbelievable, unimaginable—I mean sudden…well, clearly I’m not making a favorable impression at the moment.”
“Lex. When…when did you realize that.” She stopped. There was silence on the line and Lex was still, waiting for whatever she was about to say to him. Clark watched his face slowly shift from pleasant but determined to lost and…hurt. He started to rise from the chair but Lex waved him back. His mother spoke again. “When did you know you loved Clark? I know you do. It’s inconceivable that you don’t.”
Lex blushed deep red, his eyes shimmered and Clark once again had to restrain himself from leaping up and wrapping him in a hug.
“Yes I do love Clark and I’ve loved him since the day he saved my life and I’d never planned to tell him. Ever.”
Clark gasped and reached out for him and this time Lex let him take his hand.
“I see.”
“I would never. Never harm Clark. Or let harm come to him. I love him with all my heart, please believe me.” Lex looked away from Clark as he spoke, and Clark respected his need for that small bit of privacy, made no move to get closer or make Lex look at him. He felt his own chest squeeze tight…Lex really loved him, as much as he loved Lex. Or maybe more….
"I believe it Lex. I’m sure of it---we’ll talk about this later, okay? I—I need to think, I’m fine, I just need to think. Tell Clark I’ll call tomorrow, will you? Tell him I said good night and I love him.”
Clark heard the click of the phone disconnecting and stared at Lex.
“I think that went well, Clark. She didn’t threaten to kill me at any rate.”
“No, there is that.” Clark stood. “Can we go out? I need some fresh air. I need to walk around a little.”
Lex leaned close to him and Clark threw his arms around his neck. Lex fit right under his chin, fit like he was made to go there, and he rubbed his cheek over Lex’s smooth scalp. His skin was so soft, and he smelled so good. No matter what happened, no one could take that away. Lex belonged to him.
“You’re smelling me.”
“Yes. I am smelling you.”
“Oh. Okay. Ready to go?”
“Yep. Always ready when you are.”
Lex looked at him, and a corner of his mouth turned up slowly and then, he laughed.
Continued in part 20
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8/12/05 01:02 am (UTC)Yay, mama Kent!!!
Loving the boys and her, and Jon is just gonna pop a vein!!
Eeeeeep!!
This was just precious, darling heart!
Thank you!!!
:D
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8/12/05 01:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/12/05 01:55 am (UTC)Her reactions were perfect, as well as Lex's!
But then again, I think that all things Lex are perfect, lol!!
;D
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8/12/05 01:36 am (UTC)I <3 Martha SO MUCH!!!!
More, please?
*bats eyelashes*
xoxo,
Monica
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8/12/05 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
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8/15/05 01:33 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked Martha's reaction.
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8/15/05 03:09 am (UTC)By the way, I forgot to mention how much I love your background. Just stunning.
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8/12/05 02:30 am (UTC)And this? I’ve loved him since the day he saved my life and I’d never planned to tell him. Ever. Is just the best. thing. eveh. *squeezes Lex*
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8/15/05 01:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/12/05 02:45 am (UTC)I mean there is a comment I thought I'd never leave on your LJ.
First you had me laughing, bc yeah, finding out your son is gay over long distance phone call, not to mention not virgin anymore, *giggles* (that was cute), must be challenging.
And then, you do the sappy!!! And Clark smells Lex!!!!
*squee*
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8/15/05 01:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/12/05 02:46 am (UTC)Oh, perfect, bay-bee. Poor Martha, utterly blindsided.
But Lex confessing and...the sniffing...heeee.
Love it!!
*smoooch*
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8/15/05 01:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/12/05 02:59 am (UTC)My stomach hurts because I laughed so hard at some parts. Just so great. To relax by smelling Lex's head would be wonderful at this point.
GREAT!
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8/15/05 01:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/12/05 04:06 am (UTC)That said, I LOVE this! This is so sweet and funny. Martha's reaction cracked me up. I'm looking forward to seeing Jonathan's head explode.
*happy sigh*
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8/15/05 01:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/12/05 04:51 am (UTC)That is the perfect Martha. Her reactions and the illusions to car's careening is fabulous, perfect, and well.... I just plain love it.
Then there's Lex's wonderful unflappability and the single bead of sweat.
It's touching that he should be so concerned with the phone call that he ends up dropping his accessories box and breaking the vase.
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8/15/05 01:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
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8/12/05 11:40 am (UTC)I always love when we see how immense Lex's love is, and how close it is to psychosis. *sniffles romantically*
Now I have Jonathan's reaction to look forward to! Always good for a laugh.
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8/15/05 01:42 am (UTC)yeah, it's heartwarming isn't it? *happysigh*
*waiting happily for T-shirt--snorfle*
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8/12/05 11:53 am (UTC)and I am already dreading for the reaction of Jonathon...
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8/12/05 12:59 pm (UTC)I'm glad Momma Kent wasn't completely accepting all at once. I've seen that used to great effect, but most parents are going to be at least a little shocked on learning that their children are gay, even those who may have subconciously seen it for a long time.
I love your Lex in this entire fic *snugs him*
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8/15/05 01:50 am (UTC)I would find it hard to write a fic in which the parents are totaly and immediately accepting. Knowing what the world is like, it has got to be scary. And I do think of Martha as being subconsciously aware that her son is not so much about the ladies... *G* Even when *he* doesn't know.
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8/12/05 01:56 pm (UTC)“You’re smelling me.”
“Yes. I am smelling you.”
This made me laugh out loud! They are so cute!
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8/12/05 07:15 pm (UTC)*doing a little happy dance on the side*
Awesome Martha and I love Lex dropping the vase!
Now if only Jon doesn't stroke out...
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8/15/05 01:54 am (UTC)HAHahahahahaha!!!!
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8/17/05 11:24 pm (UTC)I like this story very much.
PS: I hope you don't mind that I friended you.
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8/18/05 03:25 am (UTC)Welcome to the Space, glad to see you! And I love your icon, Clark's expression definitely says it all! Did you make it?
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8/18/05 09:56 am (UTC)Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
8/19/05 08:22 pm (UTC)*eg*
This was so sweet and Martha was so real and man-oh-man, I just LOVED her crazed inner dialogue. *g*
Ok, one more chapter and I'll be caught up. I only planned to comment on the last one 'cause my time is so limited, but you do every part of the story so much justice and this part rocked like a rockin' thing!
And BTW: YUM to the new LJ look!
*smoochs and huggles*
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12/8/12 06:19 pm (UTC)