DPJupiter part 17
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Clark slipped into the castle, and grinned slightly at how easy it was, just like the old days. A minute spark of warmth glowed before he frowned. Yeah. The old days….
He was pretty sure Lucas was gone, which saved him having to beat him into paste for threatening Mom-- now he just needed to find Lex, thank him and get the hell out, he could at least tell his parents he’d spoken to the guy and then it was over and done with.
He walked around the lower floor, listening carefully. No one was there—no staff, no Luthors, no one. Maybe Lex had left with Lucas? It was so quiet—when the Luthors had lived here the first time, there was always noise: music, TV, games, lots of noise all the time. It might have looked like a castle but it’d always sounded like a real home. It had used to make him happy to be there.
He found himself drawn toward the room that had once been the entertainment room. He slowly looked around the edge of the door, and a chill swept over him. it was the same. It was exactly the same.
If he looked over the edge of the sofa, would Lex be lying there with a book resting on his chest, and a smile he used to think was just for him? He forced himself to move closer and look—there was a book on the couch, a strip of leather marking a page—there was an empty wine bottle, used glasses and a half-eaten apple on the table…it was weird. Mary Celeste weird. Or just average Smallville weird. Clark shook himself. Or, more likely, the housekeeper’s night off and not weird in the least. Geez. He was getting as bad as Bruce--paranoid and spooky. Clark found himself tip-toeing out of the room, and snorted at himself.
Maybe he should be paranoid though-- it became obvious as he moved along the house looked the same, and that was just creepy. It was as if they were trying to recreate the time spent here… he told Mom those guys were nuts. If she saw this, maybe she’d get it. Who does stuff like this, try to re-create the past? Bizarre.
He crept up the stairs, mounting uneasiness making him feel like he was on a tightwire…he moved past the room that Mr. Luthor had spent a lot of time in, the study. Clark’s steps faltered, slowed.
The room he died in. Clark’s mouth went dry…god, the room he was *killed* in. He couldn’t stop himself from opening the door, he had to look in—the room was clean, bare of any sort of furnishings, and of course there was no sign of the damage that tornado had caused. There was nothing in the room to indicate any function it had ever served.
He was on the move again, as if his feet were dragging him along, he walked down the long hall, passing by door after closed door until he came to a room he recognized…fuck.
Lex’s bedroom.
His hand reached for the doorknob, it trembled like the breath he drew in. He swallowed and his throat was so dry it sounded like a groan.
The door creaked open on the room in which his life started to explode.
It was also empty. White and empty and for a moment, he felt disappointed, or betrayed or…something. He wasn’t sure. It just didn’t seem right somehow that the room was so featureless.
The hall dead-ended on another room, that door also closed. He could hear music, something soft playing. Possible that Lex was in after all, but he wasn’t sure about going through that door, he knew he’d stepped over the bounds already--at this point, he’d entered creepy and illegal territory, wandering around his house and looking in his rooms…he turned to go when he heard a small odd sound under the music. He listened. It was water dripping, dripping and splashing. He moved closer and listened harder-- Lex was taking a bath? He blushed instantly and growled at himself. Okay, so he was home after all. But there was no way in hell he was talking to a *naked* wet Lex. He turned to go when he heard a sound that stopped him in his tracks--
He recognized the sound of a heart about to shut down. He was too fucking familiar with it. Clark walked quickly to the closed door, and pushed it open. At one end of a huge and ornately decorated room a door was slightly opened and flickering light cast shadows on the darkened room’s walls. He stepped through that door and at first all he could see were the candles, dozens and dozens of lit candles. There was even a *fireplace* in the bathroom for crying out loud, and a tub smack in the middle of the floor, an over flowing tub—oh fuck—
He was at the side of the tub instantly, pulling Lex out from under bloody water…he had cuts all over his arms and—he listened to Lex’s heart flutter. Damn it. “You fucking asshole!”
The Fortress—Lara would help him. He didn’t stop to think it out, he pulled Lex out of the tub and ran into the bedroom, he ripped the bedspread off the bed and wrapped Lex in it like a mummy, yanked open the bedroom window and leaped into the air, Lex cradled against his chest like a baby.
He had one thought in his mind, get there and get there fast. He felt his clothes whipping against him and the bedspread trying to pull away from Lex, and he pushed himself to go faster.
Minutes passed, minutes he hoped weren’t too long, and then it was below them, ice spires leaping towards the sky like frozen waves.
tbc
Clark slipped into the castle, and grinned slightly at how easy it was, just like the old days. A minute spark of warmth glowed before he frowned. Yeah. The old days….
He was pretty sure Lucas was gone, which saved him having to beat him into paste for threatening Mom-- now he just needed to find Lex, thank him and get the hell out, he could at least tell his parents he’d spoken to the guy and then it was over and done with.
He walked around the lower floor, listening carefully. No one was there—no staff, no Luthors, no one. Maybe Lex had left with Lucas? It was so quiet—when the Luthors had lived here the first time, there was always noise: music, TV, games, lots of noise all the time. It might have looked like a castle but it’d always sounded like a real home. It had used to make him happy to be there.
He found himself drawn toward the room that had once been the entertainment room. He slowly looked around the edge of the door, and a chill swept over him. it was the same. It was exactly the same.
If he looked over the edge of the sofa, would Lex be lying there with a book resting on his chest, and a smile he used to think was just for him? He forced himself to move closer and look—there was a book on the couch, a strip of leather marking a page—there was an empty wine bottle, used glasses and a half-eaten apple on the table…it was weird. Mary Celeste weird. Or just average Smallville weird. Clark shook himself. Or, more likely, the housekeeper’s night off and not weird in the least. Geez. He was getting as bad as Bruce--paranoid and spooky. Clark found himself tip-toeing out of the room, and snorted at himself.
Maybe he should be paranoid though-- it became obvious as he moved along the house looked the same, and that was just creepy. It was as if they were trying to recreate the time spent here… he told Mom those guys were nuts. If she saw this, maybe she’d get it. Who does stuff like this, try to re-create the past? Bizarre.
He crept up the stairs, mounting uneasiness making him feel like he was on a tightwire…he moved past the room that Mr. Luthor had spent a lot of time in, the study. Clark’s steps faltered, slowed.
The room he died in. Clark’s mouth went dry…god, the room he was *killed* in. He couldn’t stop himself from opening the door, he had to look in—the room was clean, bare of any sort of furnishings, and of course there was no sign of the damage that tornado had caused. There was nothing in the room to indicate any function it had ever served.
He was on the move again, as if his feet were dragging him along, he walked down the long hall, passing by door after closed door until he came to a room he recognized…fuck.
Lex’s bedroom.
His hand reached for the doorknob, it trembled like the breath he drew in. He swallowed and his throat was so dry it sounded like a groan.
The door creaked open on the room in which his life started to explode.
It was also empty. White and empty and for a moment, he felt disappointed, or betrayed or…something. He wasn’t sure. It just didn’t seem right somehow that the room was so featureless.
The hall dead-ended on another room, that door also closed. He could hear music, something soft playing. Possible that Lex was in after all, but he wasn’t sure about going through that door, he knew he’d stepped over the bounds already--at this point, he’d entered creepy and illegal territory, wandering around his house and looking in his rooms…he turned to go when he heard a small odd sound under the music. He listened. It was water dripping, dripping and splashing. He moved closer and listened harder-- Lex was taking a bath? He blushed instantly and growled at himself. Okay, so he was home after all. But there was no way in hell he was talking to a *naked* wet Lex. He turned to go when he heard a sound that stopped him in his tracks--
He recognized the sound of a heart about to shut down. He was too fucking familiar with it. Clark walked quickly to the closed door, and pushed it open. At one end of a huge and ornately decorated room a door was slightly opened and flickering light cast shadows on the darkened room’s walls. He stepped through that door and at first all he could see were the candles, dozens and dozens of lit candles. There was even a *fireplace* in the bathroom for crying out loud, and a tub smack in the middle of the floor, an over flowing tub—oh fuck—
He was at the side of the tub instantly, pulling Lex out from under bloody water…he had cuts all over his arms and—he listened to Lex’s heart flutter. Damn it. “You fucking asshole!”
The Fortress—Lara would help him. He didn’t stop to think it out, he pulled Lex out of the tub and ran into the bedroom, he ripped the bedspread off the bed and wrapped Lex in it like a mummy, yanked open the bedroom window and leaped into the air, Lex cradled against his chest like a baby.
He had one thought in his mind, get there and get there fast. He felt his clothes whipping against him and the bedspread trying to pull away from Lex, and he pushed himself to go faster.
Minutes passed, minutes he hoped weren’t too long, and then it was below them, ice spires leaping towards the sky like frozen waves.
tbc
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