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this is the the bit that takes us to the part wherein enormous drama brings our "Brother" chapter to a close and we skate smoothly (or not) to "Heroes" In that bit we find out what happens to our little boys. Then, they have a BBQ, and invite all thier friends, get on the bus and everyone goes to the seashore, the end. Something like that anyway. (there might be less BBQ'ing than you've been led to believe. *looks shifty eyed*)
Clark worked hard to make it look like he was struggling to get to the top of the hill, and fighting to hold back was actually making him a little breathless and flushed. It really was a little harder riding through high thick grass instead of on a smooth surface. The way the pale green blades whispered and bent as they parted for them was weird, he thought, kind of like riding through the ocean, and he told Whitney that.
Whitney laughed and said he thought if it was possible to ride through the ocean, that it probably was like that. He grinned at Clark, like he did whenever Clark had an attack of fantasy. Whitney was not an imaginative kid, or rather, when he looked out at the world, he saw just what was there and not anything else. Far from making him boring, Clark found that talking to Whitney could be very rewarding. Whitney thought hard about what was around him, he studied it, and missed very little. If Clark had any idea how much Whitney did see, he might not have been willing to spend so much time with him, he might have been frightened.
Whitney could see and understand that Clark needed to keep his secrets; and he silently agreed that it was right to do.
****
They were at the top of a big hill, a hill that looked out over the far end of town. From one side Clark could just see the lake that he’d almost died in a few summers ago, if they turned they could see the windmill in Chandler’s Field. A breeze made the grass ripple like ocean wavelets; Clark watched the rolling movement with a peaceful smile.
Whitney quietly enjoyed Clark’s pleasure in that simple thing. It was good to see his friend smile again. The last couple of days he’d looked so sad. Whitney had decided it had something to do with his mysterious cousin, the bald kid that he had a million pictures of. This cousin of theirs seemed to be a huge presence in both Clark and Bruce’s lives. They acted like there was this huge ‘Lex’ shaped hole in them, both of them did. Whitney was pretty sure that neither of the boys realized how much it was the same for both of them.
He reached down and pulled a green stalk from the soil and stripped a blade from it to put between his thumbs-- a whistle. He blew into his hand and Clark laughed at the sound and Whitney laughed too. He stuck the blade between his teeth and Clark copied him, and they chewed silently for a bit. Whitney liked the familiar flavor; it was the taste of summer to him. Summer was peeking around the corner, freedom…. He smiled and sank into the grass and leaned his elbows on the soft ground. Clark dropped down a foot or two away and seemed to be thinking hard.
“Whitney,” he said after a while, “Have you wanted to be around somebody, like, all the time? And when you think about them, it just feels so good, you know?”
Whitney searched Clark’s expression, and looked skyward. “Mmm. Yeah. There’s this girl…”
Clark looked surprised. “Really? When—I’ve never seen you look at any girl.”
Whit spit out the well-chewed grass stem. “Well, you know that telescope I have in my room? It’s...its kind of not pointed at the sky. More like, down the lane…” His fair skin flared red across his cheekbones.
“Whitney—you’re a peeping tom. You know that’s what they call it, right?” Clark was enjoying this way too much, Whitney thought.
“It’s not like I watch her undress and yeah, I know what they call it.” He ripped out a handful of grass and threw it at Clark, who dropped flat ion the ground moaning as if he were in pain.
Whitney snorted and lay down too. “Anyway, she’s pretty and nice and I’ll point her out to you tomorrow at lunch.”
“Cool.” Clark said but he sounded distracted.
Whitney sighed. Here we go, he thought and said aloud, “So, someone’s on your mind, Clark m’boy?”
“Yes. For a long time.” He was quiet for a moment. “Pretty much always, I guess.”
Whitney thought briefly about shushing him, and felt a little prick of guilt. He was his friend. He could handle this. Whitney cleared his throat and said, “Do you want to tell me who? I don’t know them—or do I?” And for a moment, with Clark focused totally on him, he felt a curious sort of feeling, like a pale shadow of jealousy, float through him for this mysterious and apparently completely stupid cousin.
Clark shook his head. “No, you don’t know them…they don’t go to our school…” He stopped and swallowed and looked at Whitney with a kind if helpless pain and fear.
Whitney tried to make his expression as encouraging as he could, he saw Clark’s mind working through Whitney turning from him and then turning other’s against him, and it was a possibility but never from him….
He saw that Clark was torn between the need to tell and paralyzed by the habit of not telling.
“It’s a guy, isn’t it Clark.”
Clark paled and gulped, his throat working. He nodded, and a squeak of air forced past his lips. He swallowed again. “Yes.” He whispered. And louder, “Does it--” He stopped and slid away even further from Whitney, pulled his legs up under his chin.
Whitney raised a hand up to hold Clark in place, not touching him, just asking him not to run. “I always knew you were different and I liked it. You’re a special person Clark, anyone who can’t see that is dumb or blind. You’re my friend because I wanted to be around someone special like you. Nothing else matters.”
Clark stared at Whitney open-mouthed. “Really? You mean it?”
Whitney nodded. Clark’s shoulders slumped with relief. “I haven’t even told my parents—I’m afraid. What if…I haven’t told my brother, not really. He hates it, I think. whenever I try to tell him, he makes me stop. I think—I think he’s afraid he won’t love me anymore if he knows.”
Whit shook his head, and lay down again. “Get the candy bars will you?”
Clark took the candy out of the little leather bag attached to the back of his bicycle seat. They split it between them, chewed silently for a bit.
“Okay, Clark, Bruce doesn’t think that way, he won’t hate you for that. Being you know…” Whitney searched his mind for a good word to call it…homo. He grimaced slightly but Clark hung on his words like a lifeline. “But.” He stopped, started again. “You know don’t you that he loves Lex just like you do?”
Clark’s cheeks flamed red and he jerked back.” No he doesn’t! He does, but not like that!”
Whitney wasn’t surprised that Clark got angry. In his experience he found people very rarely looked, really looked at the world or the people around them. He supposed part of it was to protect themselves but he couldn’t imagine going through life with blinders on—sometimes knowing was painful, but sometimes it so wonderful it outweighed the bad.
He’d rather see than not. He sort of needed to--and being aware of people and their shortcomings, it was okay that Clark was angry, that he didn’t want to believe it, he knew that Clark had never *seen* Bruce and Sean. He knew Clark wouldn’t believe Whitney knew he wasn’t really a Kent probably wasn’t even human, being a homo was the least of Clark’s surprises.
He looked at Clark fondly. Clark was so damn sweet and…nice—how could you not care about him once you got to know him, no matter what? Clark was the brother he’d never have. He’d help. Whatever way he could, he’d help Clark with his secrets.
On the way back to ton, Clark heard all about the girl that Whitney thought was pretty perfect, and they talked a little more about Lex. Clark made Whitney promise not to tell Bruce, but Whitney turned it around, and got a promise from Clark that he’d talk to Bruce. “You might be surprised at how understanding he’ll be.”
Clark had a brief flash of—something--a memory, a dream maybe, that he’d told Bruce he loved Lex but it felt like he’d been very young, and little kids said goofy stuff all the time, didn’t they?
He wished Lex were home now. He wished it were already summer. Forget Bruce, Lex promised him and this time he knew he really meant it. Lex would be home this summer for sure.
TBC!
this is the the bit that takes us to the part wherein enormous drama brings our "Brother" chapter to a close and we skate smoothly (or not) to "Heroes" In that bit we find out what happens to our little boys. Then, they have a BBQ, and invite all thier friends, get on the bus and everyone goes to the seashore, the end. Something like that anyway. (there might be less BBQ'ing than you've been led to believe. *looks shifty eyed*)
Clark worked hard to make it look like he was struggling to get to the top of the hill, and fighting to hold back was actually making him a little breathless and flushed. It really was a little harder riding through high thick grass instead of on a smooth surface. The way the pale green blades whispered and bent as they parted for them was weird, he thought, kind of like riding through the ocean, and he told Whitney that.
Whitney laughed and said he thought if it was possible to ride through the ocean, that it probably was like that. He grinned at Clark, like he did whenever Clark had an attack of fantasy. Whitney was not an imaginative kid, or rather, when he looked out at the world, he saw just what was there and not anything else. Far from making him boring, Clark found that talking to Whitney could be very rewarding. Whitney thought hard about what was around him, he studied it, and missed very little. If Clark had any idea how much Whitney did see, he might not have been willing to spend so much time with him, he might have been frightened.
Whitney could see and understand that Clark needed to keep his secrets; and he silently agreed that it was right to do.
****
They were at the top of a big hill, a hill that looked out over the far end of town. From one side Clark could just see the lake that he’d almost died in a few summers ago, if they turned they could see the windmill in Chandler’s Field. A breeze made the grass ripple like ocean wavelets; Clark watched the rolling movement with a peaceful smile.
Whitney quietly enjoyed Clark’s pleasure in that simple thing. It was good to see his friend smile again. The last couple of days he’d looked so sad. Whitney had decided it had something to do with his mysterious cousin, the bald kid that he had a million pictures of. This cousin of theirs seemed to be a huge presence in both Clark and Bruce’s lives. They acted like there was this huge ‘Lex’ shaped hole in them, both of them did. Whitney was pretty sure that neither of the boys realized how much it was the same for both of them.
He reached down and pulled a green stalk from the soil and stripped a blade from it to put between his thumbs-- a whistle. He blew into his hand and Clark laughed at the sound and Whitney laughed too. He stuck the blade between his teeth and Clark copied him, and they chewed silently for a bit. Whitney liked the familiar flavor; it was the taste of summer to him. Summer was peeking around the corner, freedom…. He smiled and sank into the grass and leaned his elbows on the soft ground. Clark dropped down a foot or two away and seemed to be thinking hard.
“Whitney,” he said after a while, “Have you wanted to be around somebody, like, all the time? And when you think about them, it just feels so good, you know?”
Whitney searched Clark’s expression, and looked skyward. “Mmm. Yeah. There’s this girl…”
Clark looked surprised. “Really? When—I’ve never seen you look at any girl.”
Whit spit out the well-chewed grass stem. “Well, you know that telescope I have in my room? It’s...its kind of not pointed at the sky. More like, down the lane…” His fair skin flared red across his cheekbones.
“Whitney—you’re a peeping tom. You know that’s what they call it, right?” Clark was enjoying this way too much, Whitney thought.
“It’s not like I watch her undress and yeah, I know what they call it.” He ripped out a handful of grass and threw it at Clark, who dropped flat ion the ground moaning as if he were in pain.
Whitney snorted and lay down too. “Anyway, she’s pretty and nice and I’ll point her out to you tomorrow at lunch.”
“Cool.” Clark said but he sounded distracted.
Whitney sighed. Here we go, he thought and said aloud, “So, someone’s on your mind, Clark m’boy?”
“Yes. For a long time.” He was quiet for a moment. “Pretty much always, I guess.”
Whitney thought briefly about shushing him, and felt a little prick of guilt. He was his friend. He could handle this. Whitney cleared his throat and said, “Do you want to tell me who? I don’t know them—or do I?” And for a moment, with Clark focused totally on him, he felt a curious sort of feeling, like a pale shadow of jealousy, float through him for this mysterious and apparently completely stupid cousin.
Clark shook his head. “No, you don’t know them…they don’t go to our school…” He stopped and swallowed and looked at Whitney with a kind if helpless pain and fear.
Whitney tried to make his expression as encouraging as he could, he saw Clark’s mind working through Whitney turning from him and then turning other’s against him, and it was a possibility but never from him….
He saw that Clark was torn between the need to tell and paralyzed by the habit of not telling.
“It’s a guy, isn’t it Clark.”
Clark paled and gulped, his throat working. He nodded, and a squeak of air forced past his lips. He swallowed again. “Yes.” He whispered. And louder, “Does it--” He stopped and slid away even further from Whitney, pulled his legs up under his chin.
Whitney raised a hand up to hold Clark in place, not touching him, just asking him not to run. “I always knew you were different and I liked it. You’re a special person Clark, anyone who can’t see that is dumb or blind. You’re my friend because I wanted to be around someone special like you. Nothing else matters.”
Clark stared at Whitney open-mouthed. “Really? You mean it?”
Whitney nodded. Clark’s shoulders slumped with relief. “I haven’t even told my parents—I’m afraid. What if…I haven’t told my brother, not really. He hates it, I think. whenever I try to tell him, he makes me stop. I think—I think he’s afraid he won’t love me anymore if he knows.”
Whit shook his head, and lay down again. “Get the candy bars will you?”
Clark took the candy out of the little leather bag attached to the back of his bicycle seat. They split it between them, chewed silently for a bit.
“Okay, Clark, Bruce doesn’t think that way, he won’t hate you for that. Being you know…” Whitney searched his mind for a good word to call it…homo. He grimaced slightly but Clark hung on his words like a lifeline. “But.” He stopped, started again. “You know don’t you that he loves Lex just like you do?”
Clark’s cheeks flamed red and he jerked back.” No he doesn’t! He does, but not like that!”
Whitney wasn’t surprised that Clark got angry. In his experience he found people very rarely looked, really looked at the world or the people around them. He supposed part of it was to protect themselves but he couldn’t imagine going through life with blinders on—sometimes knowing was painful, but sometimes it so wonderful it outweighed the bad.
He’d rather see than not. He sort of needed to--and being aware of people and their shortcomings, it was okay that Clark was angry, that he didn’t want to believe it, he knew that Clark had never *seen* Bruce and Sean. He knew Clark wouldn’t believe Whitney knew he wasn’t really a Kent probably wasn’t even human, being a homo was the least of Clark’s surprises.
He looked at Clark fondly. Clark was so damn sweet and…nice—how could you not care about him once you got to know him, no matter what? Clark was the brother he’d never have. He’d help. Whatever way he could, he’d help Clark with his secrets.
On the way back to ton, Clark heard all about the girl that Whitney thought was pretty perfect, and they talked a little more about Lex. Clark made Whitney promise not to tell Bruce, but Whitney turned it around, and got a promise from Clark that he’d talk to Bruce. “You might be surprised at how understanding he’ll be.”
Clark had a brief flash of—something--a memory, a dream maybe, that he’d told Bruce he loved Lex but it felt like he’d been very young, and little kids said goofy stuff all the time, didn’t they?
He wished Lex were home now. He wished it were already summer. Forget Bruce, Lex promised him and this time he knew he really meant it. Lex would be home this summer for sure.
TBC!
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1/12/06 11:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
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1/12/06 01:19 pm (UTC):)
Nice stuff, bay-bee!
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1/12/06 02:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
1/12/06 02:32 pm (UTC)and intelligent, hopefully he can work things out for clark ;D
now up to next chappie!
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1/12/06 04:36 pm (UTC)Keep it coming, hon! I'm as excited as Clark to have Lex come back to the farm! :D
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1/12/06 04:58 pm (UTC)Everyone loves that scene in the pilot--it's too too attractive to not use that bit.
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1/12/06 05:00 pm (UTC)Unlike Brothers, Heroes will be angsty.
Ah-hahahahhaaaaa! Whew! *wipes eyes*
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1/12/06 05:18 pm (UTC)*wants more*
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1/12/06 05:36 pm (UTC)so, was it a particular line or the tone of it in general that made himm sound whiney?
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1/12/06 05:42 pm (UTC)I think you need to establish how old they are at the start, because i was thinking he was older but now i know he's 13 it makes more sense
"Clark’s cheeks flamed red and he jerked back.” No he doesn’t! He does, but not like that!”"
I guess that line just doesn't sound quite right? oh heck we've all got our own ideas about these characters, i guess i just like 'em older ;)
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1/12/06 06:03 pm (UTC)"Clark’s cheeks flamed red and he jerked back.” No he doesn’t! He does, but not like that!”"
Yeah, I can see that line would make him seem out of step with his age, if he were older.
lol! I know, we do come with our own notion of what these guys are like, and sometimes the writer's interpretation can be very much WTF? They are growing older, just hang on! *grin*
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1/12/06 09:06 pm (UTC)Hey, is there gonna be more today? *is hopeful*
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1/12/06 09:39 pm (UTC)If I do manage to get the next bit together, it'll be Lex-centric. *smile*
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1/12/06 11:34 pm (UTC)I was told there'd be some BBQ'ng, at least lite grilling?
1/13/06 11:28 am (UTC)Whitney! He doesn't mince around with Clark, does he?
When I read your stories with Whitney in it, it makes me wish I watched SV during Season 1 and got to know him. At least makes me wish they'd written him like that.
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1/14/06 05:29 am (UTC)So sweet!
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1/15/06 12:56 am (UTC)Whitney is such agood friend to your adorable Clark! I'm glad the boy's got someone he can trust with, at least, some of his secrets.
Waiting for more parts. :)
Re: I was told there'd be some BBQ'ng, at least lite grilling?
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1/16/06 07:15 am (UTC)Every body needs a best bud, right?
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8/28/06 03:11 am (UTC)I almost expected Whit to be 'homo' too. (lol at that word). Am glad he's not.
Okay. Must have Pete. Please? Somewhere? Just him being (and what is it with my cat having to be ON my LAP when I am reading slash?? He's so gay. I love him, but he is. If he were a human, he'd wear a dress and run screaming from bugs) himself and all about the girls and making Clark blush. :)
Though I do like Whit here, tons. :)
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1/17/07 04:35 pm (UTC)I *love* your icon!
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1/17/07 05:11 pm (UTC)B&H 26
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