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roxyaaaaaaand part 28!
In the end, their fathers’ money was the only thing that kept them all out of seriously hot water. A lot of money, a *lot* of money, a lot of favors were owed out…Lionel added blackmail to Lex’s burden of favors owed when he resorted to just that to keep Lex in school. An ultimatum was reached—straighten up or suffer the consequences and Lionel promised he was worlds more creative than the state, and didn’t Lex have proof of that already?
Lex wedged himself into a corner of the huge leather chair that faced his dad’s desk, his legs pulled up, head on his knees, listening for his footstep. He was alone; he’d been waiting for over an hour for his father to finish his meeting. It was early afternoon and at that point Lex hadn’t eaten since breakfast at seven that morning. His stomach ached, his mouth felt sticky and dry at the same time.
Today he’d find out what his fate was to be. Back to school or…something else his father chose for him.
The door creaked open and Lex’s heart leaped in his throat and he straightened quickly, quickly enough he hoped.
His dad walked around the desk, eyes on Lex the entire time.
“Lex. Wait in outside for a minute.” He sat, picked up the phone and seemed to dismiss Lex from his mind. He dialed as Lex walked out of the room to wait in the hall, quivering inside. No doubt this phone call concerned him.
While Lex waited again, Lionel put wheels into motion. Lex was his, and as such needed to be protected. Whatever punishment Lex received was his decision only.
“Chairman Bryce, please, it’s Lionel Luthor. Ah. Ronald. How are you, yes it is a problem. Of course you don’t. Now let me explain to you what’s happened since Lex was sent home. The incident at the hotel—that was a mistake. It never happened. There are some ridiculous rumors but if you contact the hotel, you’ll find that they’re just that, rumors. There are no police reports. There were no drugs. No sex parties, that’s a repulsive and disgusting slander.” He frowned up at the ceiling, swung his chair around. Little bastard.
“Now, on the matter of the expulsion…I believe that was an honest mistake. Mr. Reynolds is a fine man I’m sure, but perhaps under rather a lot of stress. I’m sure he’s capable but…I feel, and certainly you must agree; a more familiar situation would suit him better. I’m sure he’d make an excellent principal at an urban school. Perhaps an inner-city school. He’d be more likely to identify with the needs of those students as opposed to…the type of student Excelsior has…why don’t you and the board suggest it to him. I’m certain he’ll agree with you. Did you say something, Ronald? No? You know, I thought the last time I came to visit Lex that what your school needed was a library, a state of the art library…I think Lex and his fellow students would enjoy that, don’t you? Shall we meet next Monday then? I look forward to it. Goodbye.”
His dad called him back into the room. Lionel’s eyes were bright and hard as he stared at Lex. Lex met them, refused to blink. Lionel glanced away with a smirk. Finally he said, "You’ve placed me in a position I’ve not been in for some time. I don’t like owing out more favors than I’m owed. And now…” his scowl shifted to a tight smile, he laughed brightly. “Well. I’m certainly over a barrel son. I surely am.”
Lex sat still as a bird under the eye of a hawk. He tried again to meet his dad’s eyes without blinking but his eyelids fluttered like wings….
Lionel stood and walked over to him, and he fought to breathe calmly, shallow breaths barely moving his chest. He kept his gaze locked on the far wall, felt a touch on his cheek, his dad’s fingers were freezing cold. “I know you don’t want to make me angry. I know you’re sorry about that.”
******
an unsent letter
May 28, 19__
Dear Bruce,
Is Clark mad that I haven’t sent him mail or talked to him in a while? I just haven’t been able to come up with fun things to tell him. I’ve been going through a bad couple of weeks. I almost got kicked out of school. I lost a good friend, and someone I love. I love him so much and we can’t see each other, every day I’m apart from him makes me want to die. I hope you’ll still be my friend. It’s like my whole life blew up and turned to shit. I ‘m almost eighteen and feel like I’m a hundred.
I think I lost my mind. Can you be crazy and kind of not know it? I need to talk to you, I need to be home. Dad said I could go, I’ll be there. I wish my family had been shot instead of yours. They deserved it not like yours. Some day I’ll hurt him I swear to god, I’m going to hurt him.
******
May 29, 19__
Dear Bruce,
Could you please apologize to Clark for me and tell him I’m coming home
I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, due entirely to stupidity on my part. I was almost expelled from school, I lost friendships that meant a great deal to me and all in all I’ve been miserable. Do you think you can put up with me for the summer? Am I welcome?
Love,
Lex
******
On the back of a postcard decorated with a Ratfink sticker
Casper,
Don’t be stupid. Come home.
Spooky
******
He was on the Kent driveway, his dad’s driver waved and sped off like the country was catching and here he was, his bags at his feet, sweat already crawling down his back and he didn't see anyone, where was Clark, and Bruce--suddenly dust blew up head high and little pebbles flew and spattered around his feet, he was swinging around in the air.
“Lex! Lex!”
“Clark! Put me down!”
“Sorry, sorry!” but the kid was laughing and certainly not in the least sorry. He grinned at him and Lex was struck with how tall he’d grown, how confident he seemed. How beautiful his eyes were, like green crystal, ringed by the thickest blackest eyelashes he’d ever seen on a guy.
“Lex, you finally came. I have so much to tell you.” A little group of boys he hadn't noticed before stood off to the side, in the open door of the barn, staring at Lex in open amazement.
Clark gestured them forward. “This is Lex, my cousin,” he said proudly. “You know the one.”
They nodded and seemed impressed. “He’s eighteen, and he knows how to ski and speak French and he scuba dives too, right Lex?”
“He does? All that?” A voice in his ear asked and Bruce was standing next to him for the first time in ages. Lex turned to look at him and his breath caught in his throat. With Clark the promise of incredible beauty was there, one day soon, Clark would be mind blowing—but Bruce was there now.
Bruce was—gorgeous, he thought. Jet black hair and the bluest eyes in the worlds, just like he remembered but—muscular, just a bit shorter than he was, broad and solid, his smile lit up his eyes and dimpled his cheeks and for a moment Lex felt a lick of heat. His heart squeezed briefly and he felt immediately guilty—pain that was a constant companion flared brighter. He quickly bent to pick up his suitcase and told the boys to lead on.
He looked up the drive and Jon and Martha were waiting for them on the porch, his eyes watered before he gained control and forced a smile, he felt like he was finally home. He felt like he was finally safe.
tbc--Heroes
In the end, their fathers’ money was the only thing that kept them all out of seriously hot water. A lot of money, a *lot* of money, a lot of favors were owed out…Lionel added blackmail to Lex’s burden of favors owed when he resorted to just that to keep Lex in school. An ultimatum was reached—straighten up or suffer the consequences and Lionel promised he was worlds more creative than the state, and didn’t Lex have proof of that already?
Lex wedged himself into a corner of the huge leather chair that faced his dad’s desk, his legs pulled up, head on his knees, listening for his footstep. He was alone; he’d been waiting for over an hour for his father to finish his meeting. It was early afternoon and at that point Lex hadn’t eaten since breakfast at seven that morning. His stomach ached, his mouth felt sticky and dry at the same time.
Today he’d find out what his fate was to be. Back to school or…something else his father chose for him.
The door creaked open and Lex’s heart leaped in his throat and he straightened quickly, quickly enough he hoped.
His dad walked around the desk, eyes on Lex the entire time.
“Lex. Wait in outside for a minute.” He sat, picked up the phone and seemed to dismiss Lex from his mind. He dialed as Lex walked out of the room to wait in the hall, quivering inside. No doubt this phone call concerned him.
While Lex waited again, Lionel put wheels into motion. Lex was his, and as such needed to be protected. Whatever punishment Lex received was his decision only.
“Chairman Bryce, please, it’s Lionel Luthor. Ah. Ronald. How are you, yes it is a problem. Of course you don’t. Now let me explain to you what’s happened since Lex was sent home. The incident at the hotel—that was a mistake. It never happened. There are some ridiculous rumors but if you contact the hotel, you’ll find that they’re just that, rumors. There are no police reports. There were no drugs. No sex parties, that’s a repulsive and disgusting slander.” He frowned up at the ceiling, swung his chair around. Little bastard.
“Now, on the matter of the expulsion…I believe that was an honest mistake. Mr. Reynolds is a fine man I’m sure, but perhaps under rather a lot of stress. I’m sure he’s capable but…I feel, and certainly you must agree; a more familiar situation would suit him better. I’m sure he’d make an excellent principal at an urban school. Perhaps an inner-city school. He’d be more likely to identify with the needs of those students as opposed to…the type of student Excelsior has…why don’t you and the board suggest it to him. I’m certain he’ll agree with you. Did you say something, Ronald? No? You know, I thought the last time I came to visit Lex that what your school needed was a library, a state of the art library…I think Lex and his fellow students would enjoy that, don’t you? Shall we meet next Monday then? I look forward to it. Goodbye.”
His dad called him back into the room. Lionel’s eyes were bright and hard as he stared at Lex. Lex met them, refused to blink. Lionel glanced away with a smirk. Finally he said, "You’ve placed me in a position I’ve not been in for some time. I don’t like owing out more favors than I’m owed. And now…” his scowl shifted to a tight smile, he laughed brightly. “Well. I’m certainly over a barrel son. I surely am.”
Lex sat still as a bird under the eye of a hawk. He tried again to meet his dad’s eyes without blinking but his eyelids fluttered like wings….
Lionel stood and walked over to him, and he fought to breathe calmly, shallow breaths barely moving his chest. He kept his gaze locked on the far wall, felt a touch on his cheek, his dad’s fingers were freezing cold. “I know you don’t want to make me angry. I know you’re sorry about that.”
******
an unsent letter
May 28, 19__
Dear Bruce,
Is Clark mad that I haven’t sent him mail or talked to him in a while? I just haven’t been able to come up with fun things to tell him. I’ve been going through a bad couple of weeks. I almost got kicked out of school. I lost a good friend, and someone I love. I love him so much and we can’t see each other, every day I’m apart from him makes me want to die. I hope you’ll still be my friend. It’s like my whole life blew up and turned to shit. I ‘m almost eighteen and feel like I’m a hundred.
I think I lost my mind. Can you be crazy and kind of not know it? I need to talk to you, I need to be home. Dad said I could go, I’ll be there. I wish my family had been shot instead of yours. They deserved it not like yours. Some day I’ll hurt him I swear to god, I’m going to hurt him.
******
May 29, 19__
Dear Bruce,
Could you please apologize to Clark for me and tell him I’m coming home
I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, due entirely to stupidity on my part. I was almost expelled from school, I lost friendships that meant a great deal to me and all in all I’ve been miserable. Do you think you can put up with me for the summer? Am I welcome?
Love,
Lex
******
On the back of a postcard decorated with a Ratfink sticker
Casper,
Don’t be stupid. Come home.
Spooky
******
He was on the Kent driveway, his dad’s driver waved and sped off like the country was catching and here he was, his bags at his feet, sweat already crawling down his back and he didn't see anyone, where was Clark, and Bruce--suddenly dust blew up head high and little pebbles flew and spattered around his feet, he was swinging around in the air.
“Lex! Lex!”
“Clark! Put me down!”
“Sorry, sorry!” but the kid was laughing and certainly not in the least sorry. He grinned at him and Lex was struck with how tall he’d grown, how confident he seemed. How beautiful his eyes were, like green crystal, ringed by the thickest blackest eyelashes he’d ever seen on a guy.
“Lex, you finally came. I have so much to tell you.” A little group of boys he hadn't noticed before stood off to the side, in the open door of the barn, staring at Lex in open amazement.
Clark gestured them forward. “This is Lex, my cousin,” he said proudly. “You know the one.”
They nodded and seemed impressed. “He’s eighteen, and he knows how to ski and speak French and he scuba dives too, right Lex?”
“He does? All that?” A voice in his ear asked and Bruce was standing next to him for the first time in ages. Lex turned to look at him and his breath caught in his throat. With Clark the promise of incredible beauty was there, one day soon, Clark would be mind blowing—but Bruce was there now.
Bruce was—gorgeous, he thought. Jet black hair and the bluest eyes in the worlds, just like he remembered but—muscular, just a bit shorter than he was, broad and solid, his smile lit up his eyes and dimpled his cheeks and for a moment Lex felt a lick of heat. His heart squeezed briefly and he felt immediately guilty—pain that was a constant companion flared brighter. He quickly bent to pick up his suitcase and told the boys to lead on.
He looked up the drive and Jon and Martha were waiting for them on the porch, his eyes watered before he gained control and forced a smile, he felt like he was finally home. He felt like he was finally safe.
tbc--Heroes
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