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DPJupiter part 11 (...pretty sure...)
The Previous Parts are here, wanting Lucas’ autograph...aww! Fanparts!
I believe that I finally have the memories section of DPJ all cleaned up and numbered correctly. Sheesh! I’m beginning to think I’m dyslexic or somethin’…anyhoo, this is actually flying right along, believe it or not.
Also I’m reading omg the most interesting story—it’s called Shoreline by C.M. Decarnin and no doubt I’m the last person in the world to find it, but I’m enjoying it very much! It follows Clark and Lex’s relationship from HS to Daily Planet –it’s so sad at this point! *sniff*
Well, on to the fic!
The next afternoon Lex stood in the Talon doorway, and Martha felt a little flush of pleasure and waved. She was very pleased that he did come—she hadn’t been sure that he would. He nodded and headed to the small table he’d sat at the day before. Before too long Martha was at his table with a slice of pie, a little scoop of vanilla slowly melting on the top.
“I hope I remembered correctly—you do like it this way don’t you?”
“Very much, yes.” He looked surprised that she’d remember such a little thing, but Martha remembered all the details, kept all the pieces together. She sat as he began to nibble at the pie, and watched him with a little smile. They chatted about nothing and laughed quite a bit and when Lex left, they both felt…warmer.
Martha without a child to need her was drifting…Lex needed a friend. She felt like something good had happened. She hoped it had.
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“I want to stay another week—I think I want to stay the month.” Lex chewed at his lip, pulling the scar between his teeth.
“A month? A month away…why? Come home now.” Lucas’ voice was tight and Lex could feel his displeasure.
“No. I want to stay a little while longer. A month is not so much.” There was heavy silence on the line. Lex waited for a response--none came. The silence pressed on him, heavier and heavier until the weight forced words out of him, “Come…come and stay with me—over the weekend. Come take a look at the house. And speaking of the house…” Lucas cut him off.
“I’ll come this weekend to pick you up and bring you home.”
“No!" Lex struggled to control his tone. “No. Come for the weekend—I told you I’m staying. For a month.”
The silence grew again until Lex bit his fingers to keep from speaking, and his eyes blinked rapidly. He wanted to throw the phone, wanted to slap himself but he fought to keep from saying what he knew Lucas wanted to hear. He cleared his throat and Lucas huffed loudly.
“All right damn it. I’m coming this weekend. But don’t think I won’t try to talk you out of this stubbornness.” He sounded exasperated but fond, and then his voice changed from gruff to that little soft voice that made Lex fold every time, the voice that haunted his nightmares and made him want to cry out sometimes for what was lost…”I miss you Lex, don’t you miss me?”
“I do.” Fuck. He was shaking his head but his voice went on without control. “I miss you.”
“Okay, then, I’ll be there this weekend.” The line clicked and buzzed into a dial tone and Lex wondered if he’d been granted permission to stay or not—he cursed.
Fuck that and fuck him--If he wanted to stay, he was staying. That was all there was to it. Lucas would change his mind this weekend…and Lex wondered how it was that Lucas was coming to Smallville when the point had been to not be with him.
God damn it. Every fucking time…every fucking time he heard his voice, or he was in the same room with him, he lost everything….
******
Saturday morning Lex came to the farm to pick Martha up, and Jonathan waved a preoccupied good-bye to them from the seat of the tractor. “Don’t forget to pick up milk on the way home,” he called and went on about his business.
Lex was on his best behavior, driving slowly and carefully and Martha smiled to herself. He was treating her with kid gloves. She’d tell him later to let loose, fast cars weren’t made to be driven like this. And she knew from experience, nothing cleared your head better sometimes than a no holds barred run down a country road.
She had no idea that caution came from nerves, it was the first time in years Lex had driven himself…anywhere.
*******
They reached town center just as crowds were starting to collect, everyone friendly and relaxed, enjoying the fruits of the season. They strolled along, mingling with the crowd, enjoying the crisp feel and scent of the air, and the smell of fresh donuts and cider made their mouths water. The decision to visit the market had been a good idea, Martha thought. Lex needed to be out in the fresh air, away from whatever it was that made him frown so much. He looked pleased, relaxed, nibbling at a donut and sipping cider. She shifted the cup in her hand and took his arm when he offered it.
They walked around a stand of dried cornstalks, pumpkins and Indian corn, and stopped to look at a display of vegetables, a colorful pyramid of peppers of different varieties, and Martha watched Lex as he picked through them, seriously considering their texture and color.
She thought, Now is as good a time as any to tell him.
“Lex,” she said, “Clark is here. He came in last night and he’ll be staying here for a few days.” She didn’t know what his reaction would be to that, but the look of horror on his face was not at all what she’d expected.
Lex shook his head. “Please don’t tell him I’m here. I don’t think he’d like it.” His ghost pale face belied the mildness of his words. Martha could tell he was shaken to the core.
“Lex, I know Clark seems to have some sort of—thing with you, but maybe if you talked…”
“Martha, do you read the papers? Do you know what he’s accusing us of, how he hounds Lucas at every turn--” he snapped, and for a moment looked every bit of the Luthor she saw on TV, cold, supercilious…and then he seemed to shrink, his shoulders bowed forward a bit and he looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said, “ that wasn’t very nice of me. I apologize.”
Martha laid her hand on his sleeve. “Lex…” she began but stopped. She wanted to know—needed to know, is it true, everything they say, is it true?
Lex eased her hand away, threw his unfinished donut and cider into a trashcan and walked on. “Let Clark have a nice visit, he probably needs it. He works so hard, everyday, all the time…trying to protect the people who need it—he doesn’t need to have me ruin it for him…”
Martha had the feeling he that he was really talking to himself—it struck her that he meant more than just Clark Kent of The Daily Planet. She watched him walk on a way by himself, before hurrying up to catch up to him.
“Lex, you and I are friends.” She didn’t ask, she told him. He stopped and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Are we?”
“Of course. I’m your friend. I can wear a lot of hats you know.” She smiled and he stared for a moment, searching her face, his eyes were like lasers, raking over her features, until finally he smiled. Not the little one sided smirk, or the polite bow of lips—this was a big, bright, tooth showing thing that got right under your ribs and hooked your heart. She smiled back. No wonder Clark had loved him once.
It was still there. Lex under all the layers and manners and habits was…lovable. She laughed to herself—she’d never tell him so, not in words, but Lex was lovable--in the sense that he deserved to be loved. He needed love. And that’s why she spent time with him, why they sat at her table and did crossword puzzles in pen, why Jonathan joined them for coffee and talked about the co-op with him, and even took his advice…and now Clark was back and Lex was ready to give it all up and disappear back inside himself.
She’d see about that.
Lex sighed, and turned back toward the car. “It’s getting on, I know you have things to do—and I’ve got to be home when Lucas comes in.”
“Lucas is coming home? How nice! You didn’t say…”
“He’s only coming over night—he’s leaving again tomorrow,” and he blushed so nearly red that Martha was struck by it.
“Well, that’s…nice. Tell him I said hello.”
Lex nodded and hurried her along a bit. “I’ll do that,” he said.
TBC!
I believe that I finally have the memories section of DPJ all cleaned up and numbered correctly. Sheesh! I’m beginning to think I’m dyslexic or somethin’…anyhoo, this is actually flying right along, believe it or not.
Also I’m reading omg the most interesting story—it’s called Shoreline by C.M. Decarnin and no doubt I’m the last person in the world to find it, but I’m enjoying it very much! It follows Clark and Lex’s relationship from HS to Daily Planet –it’s so sad at this point! *sniff*
Well, on to the fic!
The next afternoon Lex stood in the Talon doorway, and Martha felt a little flush of pleasure and waved. She was very pleased that he did come—she hadn’t been sure that he would. He nodded and headed to the small table he’d sat at the day before. Before too long Martha was at his table with a slice of pie, a little scoop of vanilla slowly melting on the top.
“I hope I remembered correctly—you do like it this way don’t you?”
“Very much, yes.” He looked surprised that she’d remember such a little thing, but Martha remembered all the details, kept all the pieces together. She sat as he began to nibble at the pie, and watched him with a little smile. They chatted about nothing and laughed quite a bit and when Lex left, they both felt…warmer.
Martha without a child to need her was drifting…Lex needed a friend. She felt like something good had happened. She hoped it had.
******
“I want to stay another week—I think I want to stay the month.” Lex chewed at his lip, pulling the scar between his teeth.
“A month? A month away…why? Come home now.” Lucas’ voice was tight and Lex could feel his displeasure.
“No. I want to stay a little while longer. A month is not so much.” There was heavy silence on the line. Lex waited for a response--none came. The silence pressed on him, heavier and heavier until the weight forced words out of him, “Come…come and stay with me—over the weekend. Come take a look at the house. And speaking of the house…” Lucas cut him off.
“I’ll come this weekend to pick you up and bring you home.”
“No!" Lex struggled to control his tone. “No. Come for the weekend—I told you I’m staying. For a month.”
The silence grew again until Lex bit his fingers to keep from speaking, and his eyes blinked rapidly. He wanted to throw the phone, wanted to slap himself but he fought to keep from saying what he knew Lucas wanted to hear. He cleared his throat and Lucas huffed loudly.
“All right damn it. I’m coming this weekend. But don’t think I won’t try to talk you out of this stubbornness.” He sounded exasperated but fond, and then his voice changed from gruff to that little soft voice that made Lex fold every time, the voice that haunted his nightmares and made him want to cry out sometimes for what was lost…”I miss you Lex, don’t you miss me?”
“I do.” Fuck. He was shaking his head but his voice went on without control. “I miss you.”
“Okay, then, I’ll be there this weekend.” The line clicked and buzzed into a dial tone and Lex wondered if he’d been granted permission to stay or not—he cursed.
Fuck that and fuck him--If he wanted to stay, he was staying. That was all there was to it. Lucas would change his mind this weekend…and Lex wondered how it was that Lucas was coming to Smallville when the point had been to not be with him.
God damn it. Every fucking time…every fucking time he heard his voice, or he was in the same room with him, he lost everything….
******
Saturday morning Lex came to the farm to pick Martha up, and Jonathan waved a preoccupied good-bye to them from the seat of the tractor. “Don’t forget to pick up milk on the way home,” he called and went on about his business.
Lex was on his best behavior, driving slowly and carefully and Martha smiled to herself. He was treating her with kid gloves. She’d tell him later to let loose, fast cars weren’t made to be driven like this. And she knew from experience, nothing cleared your head better sometimes than a no holds barred run down a country road.
She had no idea that caution came from nerves, it was the first time in years Lex had driven himself…anywhere.
*******
They reached town center just as crowds were starting to collect, everyone friendly and relaxed, enjoying the fruits of the season. They strolled along, mingling with the crowd, enjoying the crisp feel and scent of the air, and the smell of fresh donuts and cider made their mouths water. The decision to visit the market had been a good idea, Martha thought. Lex needed to be out in the fresh air, away from whatever it was that made him frown so much. He looked pleased, relaxed, nibbling at a donut and sipping cider. She shifted the cup in her hand and took his arm when he offered it.
They walked around a stand of dried cornstalks, pumpkins and Indian corn, and stopped to look at a display of vegetables, a colorful pyramid of peppers of different varieties, and Martha watched Lex as he picked through them, seriously considering their texture and color.
She thought, Now is as good a time as any to tell him.
“Lex,” she said, “Clark is here. He came in last night and he’ll be staying here for a few days.” She didn’t know what his reaction would be to that, but the look of horror on his face was not at all what she’d expected.
Lex shook his head. “Please don’t tell him I’m here. I don’t think he’d like it.” His ghost pale face belied the mildness of his words. Martha could tell he was shaken to the core.
“Lex, I know Clark seems to have some sort of—thing with you, but maybe if you talked…”
“Martha, do you read the papers? Do you know what he’s accusing us of, how he hounds Lucas at every turn--” he snapped, and for a moment looked every bit of the Luthor she saw on TV, cold, supercilious…and then he seemed to shrink, his shoulders bowed forward a bit and he looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said, “ that wasn’t very nice of me. I apologize.”
Martha laid her hand on his sleeve. “Lex…” she began but stopped. She wanted to know—needed to know, is it true, everything they say, is it true?
Lex eased her hand away, threw his unfinished donut and cider into a trashcan and walked on. “Let Clark have a nice visit, he probably needs it. He works so hard, everyday, all the time…trying to protect the people who need it—he doesn’t need to have me ruin it for him…”
Martha had the feeling he that he was really talking to himself—it struck her that he meant more than just Clark Kent of The Daily Planet. She watched him walk on a way by himself, before hurrying up to catch up to him.
“Lex, you and I are friends.” She didn’t ask, she told him. He stopped and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Are we?”
“Of course. I’m your friend. I can wear a lot of hats you know.” She smiled and he stared for a moment, searching her face, his eyes were like lasers, raking over her features, until finally he smiled. Not the little one sided smirk, or the polite bow of lips—this was a big, bright, tooth showing thing that got right under your ribs and hooked your heart. She smiled back. No wonder Clark had loved him once.
It was still there. Lex under all the layers and manners and habits was…lovable. She laughed to herself—she’d never tell him so, not in words, but Lex was lovable--in the sense that he deserved to be loved. He needed love. And that’s why she spent time with him, why they sat at her table and did crossword puzzles in pen, why Jonathan joined them for coffee and talked about the co-op with him, and even took his advice…and now Clark was back and Lex was ready to give it all up and disappear back inside himself.
She’d see about that.
Lex sighed, and turned back toward the car. “It’s getting on, I know you have things to do—and I’ve got to be home when Lucas comes in.”
“Lucas is coming home? How nice! You didn’t say…”
“He’s only coming over night—he’s leaving again tomorrow,” and he blushed so nearly red that Martha was struck by it.
“Well, that’s…nice. Tell him I said hello.”
Lex nodded and hurried her along a bit. “I’ll do that,” he said.
TBC!
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Don't pout, I have no defense against a pout...
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his voice changed from gruff to that little soft voice that made Lex fold every time, the voice that haunted his nightmares and made him want to cry out sometimes for what was lost…”I miss you Lex, don’t you miss me?”
oh my, you sure do write 'em messed up. *admires*
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Oooh....
*sniffle*
Love it still but...damnit woman!
*sniffle*
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Hope for more soon! =D
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I just hope everyone makes it through the weekend alive (with the possible exception of Lucas, I'm really not liking him).
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I want Lucas!!!
where is my darling!!
I want him to torment Lex in person, not via phone!!
oh, and maybe he could kill Martha??!?!
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ok, then *mulls" no killing of Martha :D
She has to other series, on her site, I am sure, you have seen them by now, Essential and The Hero Series with 6 chapters.
My ALL time favorite of decarnin/Mog will always be the Hero series , coz damn hot BDSM and D/s Lex and Clark, its guuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh, (I knew her from Highlander before, thats why I never missed any of her SV stories, and imagine HOW happy i was, when 3 years ago I saw her from HL coming to SV to write :D
I am happy, you like her so much like me!
there are a few other , very brilliant authors from HL, that wrote some SV stories, if you like, I can send you a list!
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Oh, warm, warm fuzzies!
*holds them tightly* Yes, thinking warm fuzzies, YAY Martha for TRYing to talk to Lex. Maybe she's planted a seed. *hopes*
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