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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10/16/05 04:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 05:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 05:49 am (UTC)Thank you so much for this sweetie.
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10/16/05 06:07 am (UTC)My god, how did you get so *evol*??
Jayzus. Well, sex, of *course*! Eventually. Heh.
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10/16/05 06:24 am (UTC)And definitely no sex yet. If you want to write h/c with non-con elements that doesn't send me screaming from the room, here's the rule. Healing (mental, emotional and physical) first, *then* sex.
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10/16/05 06:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 06:46 am (UTC)*points up*
smile.
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10/16/05 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 06:50 am (UTC)just lucky i guess!
*shmooch*
And sex, eventually. Big airing out and striving for some form of mental stablity first. Well, Lex anyway--Clark's pretty much a write-off.
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10/16/05 06:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 07:17 am (UTC)I loved this part, and to be honest I don't mind whether there is sex or not.
On the one hand, an NC17 rating isn't necessary to show the development of emotions or a relationship, on the other it would be nice to see Lex having loving sex rather than the guilt-fest semi-con you've shown with Lucas.
However it turns out you know I'll love it (and you)
*snugs*
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10/16/05 07:22 am (UTC)Oh, dear...
That was awesome, hon ^.^ I loved that entire thing with Lara and Lex. And poor, Antsy!Clark, getting on Lara's nerves (if she had any... uh... Yeah ^.^; )
*g* *patiently waits for the next part*
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10/16/05 11:28 am (UTC)I rather have someone like Lucas who is insane and evil and does not pretend to be otherwise, then having s.o. like Clark who is just...sorry, I do not have the right words here now...
I can totally live with the no sex part, Lex should not let Clark near him.
every time I read a new chapter of yours, I feel like I am more insane then ever, but I want Lucas to kill Clark and Bruce, and then having Lex love him back.
and Lara is simply lovely :)
Clark does not deserve her, too...
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10/16/05 12:52 pm (UTC)*hugs Lex*
*rolls eyes at Clark*
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10/16/05 03:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 03:48 pm (UTC)Clark's a dork!
Poor Lex.
*pet pet*
*snuggles you*
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10/16/05 10:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 10:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 10:52 pm (UTC)I think the way this is going and most folks agree sex is way too soon and probably not a great way to get them together--by a long shot.*G* At the moment, I don't have any idea how to turn these two messed up pups into something approaching halfway able to have a relationship. It should be interesting to see if I can get them there.
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10/16/05 10:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 11:08 pm (UTC)And still he wanted to save Lex.
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10/16/05 11:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/16/05 11:16 pm (UTC)And yes, we're about to start something!
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10/17/05 03:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/05 07:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/05 10:18 am (UTC)Clark's hurting so much and has been for years. And he loves Lex--but when he feels he's been used and abused by the both of them,how is he going to act? Remember, Lex hasn't done anything in the 6 years apart to make him feel any differently. But as soon as he began to think that Lex wasn't as happy as he figured he was, Clark started to think. It can't happen over night, poor boy.
I know *winces*, but still, Lex has been abused and used sooooo much more (of course, i do not forget that he is to blame too, not being as cunning or cruel enough to deal with your MB Lucas!!)
yeah, and clark *started* to think, but as soon, as Lara told him, Lex would heal, he was jumping into conclusions again.....that is soooooo getting on my already strained nerves....
and, to be honest, I want to like your Lucas, so I am all going to blame the clex, since there is hardly any fic where I can like him!!!
but to make you happy, and maybe inspire you for the next chapter (you realize, that you are writing at a lightning fast speed , right?? coz I normally do not expect more then a chapter in a month or so...I have an author, who is updating every 6 month and I am still following his fic)
Here is a link for your reference: http://s38.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1YWC8C2Z1N1GF35WHXKN8PWLVZ
I am planning to rec this Lucas, Lex, Clark and Adam vid much later in my sv_vids com, but its you, so consider it a special perk for being such a fabulous writer ;)
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10/17/05 12:48 pm (UTC)I can't wait for the next part!
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10/17/05 02:55 pm (UTC)Anyhoo- the vid was most inspiring, and I thank you for sending me the link! You're so kind! *hug*
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10/17/05 02:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/05 02:56 pm (UTC)It might be while though...*hangs head*
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10/18/05 12:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/16/06 05:55 am (UTC)*Wants Lara to put Clark and Lex into healing salve together* :)