BrothersAndHeroes part 11
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roxyA really short bit here, and more later!
Parts Before.
Brothers And Heroes
Appropriately enough, the weather had been gray and dreary from the service to the grave side, and now the sky finally let loose the rain it’d been threatening all day. The gray cold and rain kept everyone indoors but Bruce braved the chill anyway, walking along the fields behind the greenhouse. He needed to be alone, to think.
He felt bad about leaving Lex alone, but he was with Ma and Pop and Clark, he doubted Lex was missing him. He stopped and looked over the fields of wheat, listening to the hiss of rain hitting the grassy leaves, watching the heavy heads of the sunflowers along the edge of the fields move under it.
A blur wove through the far end of the wheat, bending it like waves and Bruce stopped and waited.
Like magic Clark appeared beside him, rubber boots caked with mud and mud all along the hem of his raincoat.
“Can I walk with you?”
Bruce shrugged. “Where’s Lex?” He guided them back between the fields and the flowerbeds.
“Asleep.” Clark replied and walked down the muddy paths between beds of chrysanthemums. “What’s wrong, Bruce?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just felt like spending a little time alone—not that I mind you’re here. I’m kind of glad you are.”
“Oh, okay. So, what’s wrong Bruce?”
“Geez, you are really stubborn. I’m –I guess Lex losing his mom made me think of my mom and dad. I didn’t think it could still hurt so bad, you know? Anyway, I just couldn’t sit still–I had to get out, walk around o something.”
Clark nodded and they walked along quietly for a little.
Bruce stopped and looked at him. “And that’s exactly why you’re here, right? Because you knew.” He shook his head in mock irritation. “Jesus, Clark, you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
Clark giggled and reached out to grab Bruce’s hand—the minute he touched him Bruce realized that his own hand was ice-cold and dripping, Clark’s hand was dry and hot—standing next to his brother was like sitting next to a fire. “Are you cold, Clark?” He hesitated and asked carefully, “Can you *get* cold, Clark?”
Clark shook his head no. “Not too much anymore, only if it’s really, really, *really* cold outside.” Clark sounded a little sad.
Bruce felt bad---he was always making Clark sad, damn it. “Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re different for a reason. I think that you’ll change the whole world someday, Clark. It’s your destiny.”
Clark pushed Bruce and laughed. He said, “Bruce, Devilicus said that to Warrior Angel in issue number twelve! ”
He laughed along with Clark, “Yeah, well, it’s true—I believe it of you.”
“Really, Bruce?” Clark looked happy, and leaned against Bruce.
Bruce hugged him. ”Yep.”
They walked along for a while more and headed back towards the house, waving at the workers as they passed the green houses, stopping in to look at the new plant Pop was working with…they enjoyed their walk. Clark talked to Bruce as they made their way back to the house, and Bruce gave Clark all his attention, while he told him about his dreams.
“Sometimes I have dreams that I hear a lady's voice and its nice and soft like Mom’s and she says something I understand in my dreams but not when I wake up,” Clark said.
Bruce flashed back to Clark’s baby hood and the strange language like noises he made then—Clark talked on about his dream, “and then I feel a kiss and it’s all dark, but the dark is warm and nice—and I wake up. Weird, hunh?”
“Um-hum. What do you thing it means?” Bruce asked curiously.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s about Mom and me when I was a baby?” Clark’s interest wandered when a crow flew overhead, huge and black.
Bruce watched it too, and shuddered. “I don’t like them much. They seem so…sinister.”
Clark laughed. “It’s just a bird, silly. No different from a blue jay, or–a robin." He giggled but swung Bruce’s hand a little to show he wasn’t being mean.
"I love you Clark ” Bruce was a little shocked at himself. He usually didn’t get all sappy, but it just seemed the right time to say it. The boy looked at him, and they were almost eye to eye despite the age difference. He smiled like the sun pouring through clouds.
“Really? I love you too.” He squeezed Bruce--gently—and said thank you. “Sometimes, it’s nice to hear.”
Bruce nodded and ruffled his brother’s hair.“Everyone needs to hear it once in a while. I forget to say it, but it’s right here all the time.” He pressed fingers to his chest.
Clark walked along, a huge smile on his face and he made sure to step in all the deep puddles, mud ran in streams down his boots. They were back in sight of the house, it was nearly dark now, and the lights in the windows called out to them, the smoke wafting away from the chimney promised warmth and put them in mind of hot cocoa and if they were lucky, cookies, or home made bread….
Clark was climbing up the back porch steps and asked Bruce, “Is it okay to tell Lex I love him too?”
“Well, sure,” Bruce said, already standing in the mud room, pulling his feet out of his boots and leaving them on a tray by the door. “Of course it is. He’s like a brother to you, too, I guess.”
Clark sat on the top step, pulling his boots off and fishing his socks out of the bottoms. He pulled them back on his feet and looked at Bruce, his head cocked to one side and his brows drawn together. He shook his head slightly, said thoughtfully. “No…I don’t mean like that,” and went into the house.
Bruce stood at the back door, trying to understand what Clark meant. What he really meant, because he couldn’t have meant…that.
Tbc
Parts Before.
Brothers And Heroes
Appropriately enough, the weather had been gray and dreary from the service to the grave side, and now the sky finally let loose the rain it’d been threatening all day. The gray cold and rain kept everyone indoors but Bruce braved the chill anyway, walking along the fields behind the greenhouse. He needed to be alone, to think.
He felt bad about leaving Lex alone, but he was with Ma and Pop and Clark, he doubted Lex was missing him. He stopped and looked over the fields of wheat, listening to the hiss of rain hitting the grassy leaves, watching the heavy heads of the sunflowers along the edge of the fields move under it.
A blur wove through the far end of the wheat, bending it like waves and Bruce stopped and waited.
Like magic Clark appeared beside him, rubber boots caked with mud and mud all along the hem of his raincoat.
“Can I walk with you?”
Bruce shrugged. “Where’s Lex?” He guided them back between the fields and the flowerbeds.
“Asleep.” Clark replied and walked down the muddy paths between beds of chrysanthemums. “What’s wrong, Bruce?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just felt like spending a little time alone—not that I mind you’re here. I’m kind of glad you are.”
“Oh, okay. So, what’s wrong Bruce?”
“Geez, you are really stubborn. I’m –I guess Lex losing his mom made me think of my mom and dad. I didn’t think it could still hurt so bad, you know? Anyway, I just couldn’t sit still–I had to get out, walk around o something.”
Clark nodded and they walked along quietly for a little.
Bruce stopped and looked at him. “And that’s exactly why you’re here, right? Because you knew.” He shook his head in mock irritation. “Jesus, Clark, you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
Clark giggled and reached out to grab Bruce’s hand—the minute he touched him Bruce realized that his own hand was ice-cold and dripping, Clark’s hand was dry and hot—standing next to his brother was like sitting next to a fire. “Are you cold, Clark?” He hesitated and asked carefully, “Can you *get* cold, Clark?”
Clark shook his head no. “Not too much anymore, only if it’s really, really, *really* cold outside.” Clark sounded a little sad.
Bruce felt bad---he was always making Clark sad, damn it. “Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re different for a reason. I think that you’ll change the whole world someday, Clark. It’s your destiny.”
Clark pushed Bruce and laughed. He said, “Bruce, Devilicus said that to Warrior Angel in issue number twelve! ”
He laughed along with Clark, “Yeah, well, it’s true—I believe it of you.”
“Really, Bruce?” Clark looked happy, and leaned against Bruce.
Bruce hugged him. ”Yep.”
They walked along for a while more and headed back towards the house, waving at the workers as they passed the green houses, stopping in to look at the new plant Pop was working with…they enjoyed their walk. Clark talked to Bruce as they made their way back to the house, and Bruce gave Clark all his attention, while he told him about his dreams.
“Sometimes I have dreams that I hear a lady's voice and its nice and soft like Mom’s and she says something I understand in my dreams but not when I wake up,” Clark said.
Bruce flashed back to Clark’s baby hood and the strange language like noises he made then—Clark talked on about his dream, “and then I feel a kiss and it’s all dark, but the dark is warm and nice—and I wake up. Weird, hunh?”
“Um-hum. What do you thing it means?” Bruce asked curiously.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s about Mom and me when I was a baby?” Clark’s interest wandered when a crow flew overhead, huge and black.
Bruce watched it too, and shuddered. “I don’t like them much. They seem so…sinister.”
Clark laughed. “It’s just a bird, silly. No different from a blue jay, or–a robin." He giggled but swung Bruce’s hand a little to show he wasn’t being mean.
"I love you Clark ” Bruce was a little shocked at himself. He usually didn’t get all sappy, but it just seemed the right time to say it. The boy looked at him, and they were almost eye to eye despite the age difference. He smiled like the sun pouring through clouds.
“Really? I love you too.” He squeezed Bruce--gently—and said thank you. “Sometimes, it’s nice to hear.”
Bruce nodded and ruffled his brother’s hair.“Everyone needs to hear it once in a while. I forget to say it, but it’s right here all the time.” He pressed fingers to his chest.
Clark walked along, a huge smile on his face and he made sure to step in all the deep puddles, mud ran in streams down his boots. They were back in sight of the house, it was nearly dark now, and the lights in the windows called out to them, the smoke wafting away from the chimney promised warmth and put them in mind of hot cocoa and if they were lucky, cookies, or home made bread….
Clark was climbing up the back porch steps and asked Bruce, “Is it okay to tell Lex I love him too?”
“Well, sure,” Bruce said, already standing in the mud room, pulling his feet out of his boots and leaving them on a tray by the door. “Of course it is. He’s like a brother to you, too, I guess.”
Clark sat on the top step, pulling his boots off and fishing his socks out of the bottoms. He pulled them back on his feet and looked at Bruce, his head cocked to one side and his brows drawn together. He shook his head slightly, said thoughtfully. “No…I don’t mean like that,” and went into the house.
Bruce stood at the back door, trying to understand what Clark meant. What he really meant, because he couldn’t have meant…that.
Tbc
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11/19/05 06:45 pm (UTC)I love how Clark and Bruce relate to each other in this chapter. Wonderful job, wonderful story.
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11/20/05 10:46 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, I'm almost sorry they'e growing up. *G*
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11/19/05 07:21 pm (UTC)This was nice to see Clark and Bruce being kids. Too bad, they love the same person, you know... in that way. *grins*
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11/19/05 07:34 pm (UTC)And when will Bruce realize he has the same sort of lurve?
And...and then he and Lex and Clark!! Tangle of boy-limbs in the bed!!
*bounce*
*ahem*
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11/20/05 10:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/20/05 11:55 pm (UTC)Not like it's *my fault* i have those thoughts in my head!
*smooch*
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11/20/05 12:31 am (UTC)I can't begin to tell you how much I'm enjoying this story!
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11/20/05 10:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/20/05 01:18 am (UTC)Uh-oh...
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11/20/05 10:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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11/20/05 03:50 am (UTC)And, that last line... uh oh, somehow I can't see Bruce being mature enough to share, yet.
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11/20/05 10:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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11/20/05 10:12 pm (UTC)ohohoh, I see some major heartbreaking for the future, they all share so much non-brotherly love........huhuuhu
clark/lex/bruce??
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11/20/05 10:56 pm (UTC)*kicks LJ for annoying you*
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11/21/05 10:44 am (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/roxymissrose/327903.html?thread=4389087#t4389087
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8/28/06 12:12 am (UTC)Maybe they need to learn to share or something, lol!
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7/2/08 01:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/2/08 02:48 am (UTC)And *that* is an incredible compliment!
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7/3/08 02:11 am (UTC)B&H 11
7/23/08 03:05 am (UTC)As for the last line - uh oh. That is not going to end well. Unbelievable how well Clark can tell how he loves Lex already. I hope it isn't a disaster in the making (although knowing how much you love torturing the boys I am not holding out a lot of hope).
Re: B&H 11
7/25/08 03:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/9/09 11:55 am (UTC)And you picture the 3 little kids so vivid, so true, so "them"...I love their characters, and the portraits of the puppy Clark, the brave Bruce, the sensitive Lex.
Love the brotherly love, the "something more" love between Bruce and Lex, and most of all, Lex and Clark..because I think Lex loved already Clark the first time he saw him!! ^^
Amazing, this story is amazing, and I'm enjoying so much reading. Thank you!!!
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2/9/09 04:57 pm (UTC)