Brothers And Heroes
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roxyHey everybuggy! Smell that? Mmmmmmm! fresh fic--that's right no re-warmed leftovers for my peeps today!
*pictures all of you as yummy little cute yellow chickies*
*drools*
So, this thing is doing that *thing* where parts jump up and yell "write me, write me!" and I have to obey do I don't lose it. So we have the end, and the middle of the second part--Heroes to be exact. but don't worry your pretty little heads over that, Yer Mother has it all under control! *crosses fingers and hopes to God...*
Parts Before
Letter from Scotland
December 20, 19__
Dear Spooky,
Hi. I’m so sorry I going to miss Christmas with you guys again this year. I really, really wanted to be with you but Dad decided he needed to visit Scotland for gods sake don’t ask me why—he’s a strange person. Anyway, he spent a lot of time stomping around looking at rotten old castles, and I spent a lot of time reading in our hotel room. Not a loss, I read a great book about time travel at the end of the world. The hero was pretty cool. I’ll lend it to you, even if you don’t like SF you might like this.
How are Aunt Martha and Uncle Jon? I miss them a lot, and I miss you a lot. Did I say that already? (Grin.) How’s my other favorite cousin? I bet he’s starting to knock the girls dead. How’s your girlfriend doing? Speaking of girls, Vic threw a party for us before Christmas break. Vic is a wild woman, she’s taught me a lot of stuff some of it’s illegal in a hell of a lot of states, (laugh.) she really will do anything. I gotta say, she’s got me wound around her little finger. Remind me to tell you all about Vic’s idea of a party when I see you. Which by the way will be in the summer. I’ve managed to get Dad to swear he’ll let me spend the summer, if it’s okay with Aunt Martha and I know it will be because she loves me. She tolerates you, but she *loves* me. So ask her and don’t be sad when she moves your stuff to the barn (The one the cows sleep in) so) I can have your room!
Tell Clark I miss him and he’ll get a present from me soon. You too, of course.
Your best friend in all the world and you know it’s true.
Casper
******
December 27, 19__
Dear Lex,
Thank you for your letter. I got your gift, thank you for the sweatshirt. It’s nice. Clark liked the coat of arms. I’m sure he’ll put it on his wall. We sent your presents to the penthouse because we didn’t know where else to send them. I’m surprised you were in Scotland, but then, Ma was surprised I didn’t know. I don’t know why, it’s not like you and me talk that often.
I’m seeing Serena more now since she’s home on break. We double date with a friend of hers, a guy named Sean and his girlfriend. Sean is in my judo class. He’s a good friend of mine now too. Mr. Mac, my instructor, is giving me private lessons and I’m doing really good. If you come this summer, I’ll take you to see a class.
Serena says she knows Victoria. She laughed when I told her you were dating her. Why? Are you or aren’t you? You don’t need to pretend you have a girlfriend. It’s okay to tell me. If you want.
Clark is getting to be a handful. He thinks he’s grown and doesn’t have to pay attention to me now. Let’s just say I’m glad I’m taking the judo. Not that he tries to hurt me but wow, temper! He’s worse than Pop on his very worse day. He’s learning to control it but I’ve gotten real good at plastering holes.
Thank you for writing.
Bruce
*******
Dec. 27. 19__
Dear Lex,
Bruce said you wrote you might come home for the summer but I shouldnt hold my breath. Lex, you need to come home it’s not fair! It’s been a real long time and I know we talk a lot on the phone but I want to see you! Please don’t disapoint me again. I want you home for my birthday. I’ll be a teenager this year. It’s important. I want you here.
Please come home this summer.
Tahnk you for the cool coat of arms too! The guys were so jealous. You should have seen Pete’s face when I showed it to him. He was kind of disappointed that we couldn’t get the swords off of it. Probably for the best, Whitney said that it was very nice and that you must be a real cool guy. See? You need to come and show them that you really exist!
Love you
Your friend Clark.
P.S.I put a picture of me in. So you can reconize me when you see me again. Smile
******
Postcard from Scotland National War Museum
Spooky, what’s up? Are you okay?
Casper
******
Postcard from Loch Ness
Clark, I’m going to be home for summer. I promise.
Love you too.
Your cousin
******
Bruce reread the postcard, stared at the guy in the strange uniform on the front and flipped it into a corner. He’d read it a dozen times. He was still pissed at Lex. What the fuck, they hadn’t been Spooky and Casper for years, what made him think he could trot that shit out now? ‘Cause he was lonely? Fuck him. He didn’t care when he was fucking that Victoria bitch, did he?
He sighed, immediately feeling like crap for thinking that way. Lex wasn’t a little kid and what he did wasn’t Bruce’s business, he didn’t have a right to get angry—but it hurt anyway. He shifted on the loft floor, lifted his feet on the couch and punched up the pillow and shoved it under his head again. He pulled a heavily creased and grimy square of paper out of his front pocket, the letter he’d received before the post card. The stupid letter that he’d left out on the table, the stupid letter that had stupid little blurry spots all over it. Stupid Lex.
Bruce sighed louder and rubbed his face, hard. It wasn’t Lex’s fault, this stuff. Lex couldn’t know that Clark had some kind of hang-up about him that never seemed to get weaker. It was his fault for leaving the letter out where Clark would read it and blub all over it—damn, that had been as stupid as you could get—what if Ma had seen it? The last thing he needed was for her to know about Serena, or Lex.
He rolled over to his belly and kicked his feet against the couch. What if Lex knew about him? About Clark? What would he think?
That Victoria person was a pretty far out chick, she must know people who were queer. Lex was in the city—he must know people like that too. Maybe it wouldn’t freak Lex if he found out that the person he really liked screwing, better than Serena, was Sean. She was great but Sean... something in his gut pulled hot and tight when he thought about Sean and how he made him feel, and when he pictured Lex in Sean’s place, it made that tight feeling almost hurt. Fuck.
And Clark. Poor Clark was still walking around in a funk. Bruce felt terrible for the kid, he was like a shadow, gray and quiet, but he no idea what to do for him. With any damn luck, he’d meet someone, who’d take his mind off of Lex. Someone suited to him. He was just a little kid…sooner or later some girl had to capture his eye. Bruce blew out a hard breath. Or boy.
tbc
*pictures all of you as yummy little cute yellow chickies*
*drools*
So, this thing is doing that *thing* where parts jump up and yell "write me, write me!" and I have to obey do I don't lose it. So we have the end, and the middle of the second part--Heroes to be exact. but don't worry your pretty little heads over that, Yer Mother has it all under control! *crosses fingers and hopes to God...*
Parts Before
Letter from Scotland
December 20, 19__
Dear Spooky,
Hi. I’m so sorry I going to miss Christmas with you guys again this year. I really, really wanted to be with you but Dad decided he needed to visit Scotland for gods sake don’t ask me why—he’s a strange person. Anyway, he spent a lot of time stomping around looking at rotten old castles, and I spent a lot of time reading in our hotel room. Not a loss, I read a great book about time travel at the end of the world. The hero was pretty cool. I’ll lend it to you, even if you don’t like SF you might like this.
How are Aunt Martha and Uncle Jon? I miss them a lot, and I miss you a lot. Did I say that already? (Grin.) How’s my other favorite cousin? I bet he’s starting to knock the girls dead. How’s your girlfriend doing? Speaking of girls, Vic threw a party for us before Christmas break. Vic is a wild woman, she’s taught me a lot of stuff some of it’s illegal in a hell of a lot of states, (laugh.) she really will do anything. I gotta say, she’s got me wound around her little finger. Remind me to tell you all about Vic’s idea of a party when I see you. Which by the way will be in the summer. I’ve managed to get Dad to swear he’ll let me spend the summer, if it’s okay with Aunt Martha and I know it will be because she loves me. She tolerates you, but she *loves* me. So ask her and don’t be sad when she moves your stuff to the barn (The one the cows sleep in) so) I can have your room!
Tell Clark I miss him and he’ll get a present from me soon. You too, of course.
Your best friend in all the world and you know it’s true.
Casper
******
December 27, 19__
Dear Lex,
Thank you for your letter. I got your gift, thank you for the sweatshirt. It’s nice. Clark liked the coat of arms. I’m sure he’ll put it on his wall. We sent your presents to the penthouse because we didn’t know where else to send them. I’m surprised you were in Scotland, but then, Ma was surprised I didn’t know. I don’t know why, it’s not like you and me talk that often.
I’m seeing Serena more now since she’s home on break. We double date with a friend of hers, a guy named Sean and his girlfriend. Sean is in my judo class. He’s a good friend of mine now too. Mr. Mac, my instructor, is giving me private lessons and I’m doing really good. If you come this summer, I’ll take you to see a class.
Serena says she knows Victoria. She laughed when I told her you were dating her. Why? Are you or aren’t you? You don’t need to pretend you have a girlfriend. It’s okay to tell me. If you want.
Clark is getting to be a handful. He thinks he’s grown and doesn’t have to pay attention to me now. Let’s just say I’m glad I’m taking the judo. Not that he tries to hurt me but wow, temper! He’s worse than Pop on his very worse day. He’s learning to control it but I’ve gotten real good at plastering holes.
Thank you for writing.
Bruce
*******
Dec. 27. 19__
Dear Lex,
Bruce said you wrote you might come home for the summer but I shouldnt hold my breath. Lex, you need to come home it’s not fair! It’s been a real long time and I know we talk a lot on the phone but I want to see you! Please don’t disapoint me again. I want you home for my birthday. I’ll be a teenager this year. It’s important. I want you here.
Please come home this summer.
Tahnk you for the cool coat of arms too! The guys were so jealous. You should have seen Pete’s face when I showed it to him. He was kind of disappointed that we couldn’t get the swords off of it. Probably for the best, Whitney said that it was very nice and that you must be a real cool guy. See? You need to come and show them that you really exist!
Love you
Your friend Clark.
P.S.I put a picture of me in. So you can reconize me when you see me again. Smile
******
Postcard from Scotland National War Museum
Spooky, what’s up? Are you okay?
Casper
******
Postcard from Loch Ness
Clark, I’m going to be home for summer. I promise.
Love you too.
Your cousin
******
Bruce reread the postcard, stared at the guy in the strange uniform on the front and flipped it into a corner. He’d read it a dozen times. He was still pissed at Lex. What the fuck, they hadn’t been Spooky and Casper for years, what made him think he could trot that shit out now? ‘Cause he was lonely? Fuck him. He didn’t care when he was fucking that Victoria bitch, did he?
He sighed, immediately feeling like crap for thinking that way. Lex wasn’t a little kid and what he did wasn’t Bruce’s business, he didn’t have a right to get angry—but it hurt anyway. He shifted on the loft floor, lifted his feet on the couch and punched up the pillow and shoved it under his head again. He pulled a heavily creased and grimy square of paper out of his front pocket, the letter he’d received before the post card. The stupid letter that he’d left out on the table, the stupid letter that had stupid little blurry spots all over it. Stupid Lex.
Bruce sighed louder and rubbed his face, hard. It wasn’t Lex’s fault, this stuff. Lex couldn’t know that Clark had some kind of hang-up about him that never seemed to get weaker. It was his fault for leaving the letter out where Clark would read it and blub all over it—damn, that had been as stupid as you could get—what if Ma had seen it? The last thing he needed was for her to know about Serena, or Lex.
He rolled over to his belly and kicked his feet against the couch. What if Lex knew about him? About Clark? What would he think?
That Victoria person was a pretty far out chick, she must know people who were queer. Lex was in the city—he must know people like that too. Maybe it wouldn’t freak Lex if he found out that the person he really liked screwing, better than Serena, was Sean. She was great but Sean... something in his gut pulled hot and tight when he thought about Sean and how he made him feel, and when he pictured Lex in Sean’s place, it made that tight feeling almost hurt. Fuck.
And Clark. Poor Clark was still walking around in a funk. Bruce felt terrible for the kid, he was like a shadow, gray and quiet, but he no idea what to do for him. With any damn luck, he’d meet someone, who’d take his mind off of Lex. Someone suited to him. He was just a little kid…sooner or later some girl had to capture his eye. Bruce blew out a hard breath. Or boy.
tbc
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11/10/12 04:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/10/12 06:02 pm (UTC)I do have a story that's strictly Bruce and Lex, a few, actually. :)
Strange Boys and
Bended Knee on AO3,
and Rake The Moon (http://roxymissrose.livejournal.com/tag/sv%3A%20rake%20the%20moon), which is not linked within the story so you'll have to use tags to get through it. I didn't know how to do it back then. :)
there are some ficlets featuring young Bruce and Lex, too. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/214756) (http://archiveofourown.org/works/188464)
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11/10/12 06:09 pm (UTC)