Brothers andHeroes part 52
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roxyPrevious Parts are here, dizzy with the mad whirl of gaiety!
Okay, yes, I rushed this a bit, but I'm on a roll, and I'm raring to go! One month--no more! This story will be wrapped up by the end of May, come hell or high water!
And look--pretty picture!
“Vic, what’s on the agenda for today?” He asked, and struggled to get his tie to lay right under the wide collar. He frowned. He wasn’t too sure about the suit. Was it too conservative for an important guy with mob connections? Too flashy for an aspiring servant of the people?
She lay back on her elbows on his bed and jiggled her foot, watching him wrestle with the tie with a grin. “After Sheila lets you loose, you’re meeting me at Arlene’s for lunch.”
“God, really? I hate that place. It’s so pretentious and the food is awful.” He yanked the tie into place and huffed in irritation. He sat on the bed next to her, nudging her over to make room.
“I’m going to call Bruce.” He waited, but she just smiled. “I’m going to talk to him, and to Clark. And tell them that I missed them and I want to get together with them.”
“That’s good, sweetheart. I’m glad.” She leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek. “You know it’s killing you. Talk to them, someone has to make the first move. After all, someone has to be the bigger man, and I’m positive, it’s you.” She squeezed his thigh, stood and straightened her skirt.
“Morgan Edge called me. He wants to meet with me. I told him to meet me at Arlene’s for drinks after you and I have lunch. Strictly hush-hush.” She winked at him. “You’re not to know.”
“Really? Business or pleasure?”
“Ick, don’t make me nauseous.”
“What? —I’d do him. He’s rich, he’s powerful, he’s good looking—and I have it on very good authority that he’s hung.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, searching through her clutch for lipstick, when she found it she painted a careful shiny line around her lips while she spoke. “I’m quite sure you would. Point me out some one you wouldn’t--” She dodged a flying pillow with a laugh. “At any rate, I’ll find out what he wants. Listen—you be careful with him. You’ve won a lot of skirmishes, done those boys some real damage and you’re getting cocky. Edge isn’t like you—he’s much more direct. He doesn’t waste time trying to come up with an attractive way to solve a problem—he just blow it’s brains out.”
“Which is why I’m not crazy about you meeting with him alone. Take Henry or one of the other bodyguards with you.”
“All right,” she said and bent to kiss his cheek. “Just to make you happy. Even Edge wouldn’t hurt some one as high profile as the wife of The Prince of The City…you worrywart. Later.”
“Later.” Lex smiled as he watched her leave the room. He leaned back on the bed and glanced at the phone—should he call the escort service and have a little something sent in before work, or check out the latest information on the costumed coterie? He reached for the phone with a grin--one thing he definitely better do—call security and make sure Vic left with a bodyguard.
*****
Lex had Sheila send in coffee, his clippings, and spent an hour watching his latest clips before the workday started.
The videocassette player whirred and clicked as he rewound the tape, the figure on the screen leaping backward into the night and then again forward—The Batman.
The Gotham avenger finally had a name: Batman. Dark, mysterious, and so low key as to be almost invisible. Other heroes claimed they didn’t want publicity—Batman meant it. He was different as night and day from the others, but according to Lex’s intelligence the others were also putting out feelers as far as Batman was concerned. They were interested. Lex smiled. If they wanted to get anywhere, they’d better hope Batman was interested too.
Lex found him endlessly fascinating. He’d given up any pretense that what he was doing was research. He was as hopelessly addicted to Batman as he’d been to Warrior Angel. He watched the clip he’d gotten that morning over and over, rewound it and rewound it—again and again the figure clad in black and gray dropped from the top of the skyscraper, dropped straight down into the darkness, without a rope, or net—and was scooped out of the sky and carried off.
And this was the miracle part; the part that made Lex’s heart beat faster. Batman’s companion—his sidekick—was amazing….
His costume was all black, and in the low light the video camera didn’t pick up much. Until he turned slightly to snatch Batman out of the air the large red R on his chest wasn’t noticeable. He bent in the air, like a hawk on the wind, wrapped arms around the other’s chest and swooped away, flying higher and higher until they disappeared into the darkness.
Robin and Batman.
He leaned back against the couch and sighed. The Flash…Green Lantern…Elongated Man…and all the others that were moving against the Metropolis-Gotham cartel, were also directing an interest towards the mysterious duo.
Through a series of tip-offs and payoffs, information leaked that was strangling the mobs, slowly but surely. Batman and Robin were the newest players in the game but he had no doubt he could move those newest pieces about on the board in the direction he wanted, too.
Still photos of the two lay on his desk. He could see that coming upon Batman in some dark alley might be frightening—picture after picture, he frowned, scowled, in general just looked damn unpleasant. Robin on the other hand, smiled—a lot. Nearly every picture featured him with a big grin on his face…Lex frowned. He doubted it was because he had a good sense of humor. Both of them seemed to be younger than he expected. But with Batman’s features mostly obscured by the black, eared cowl, and the domino that the bigger one, Robin wore, he couldn’t be sure.
He worked steadily until Sheila called and reminded him about his lunch date. He thanked her, called down to ready his car and in a short time headed out to lunch with Vic. He leaned his head back against the seat and tried to relax, he was tense, so tense he could feel it pulling his shoulders into a knot. He hoped lunch was relaxing; he needed a break for a little bit.
He arrived outside of Arlene’s to a crowd. There were police cars in the streets around the restaurant, the area outside the door was cordoned off and he knew—before he even got out of the car he knew.
He wasn’t surprised when the captain on the scene tried to stop him, he knew why. He wasn’t shocked to see Vic and two of the bodyguards on the sidewalk. The pain and sorrow, the awful intensity of it did surprise him. He felt a place inside of him open wide again and spill out any warmth he’d managed to gain. Vic was dead; because of him she was dead….
Lex drove through Suicide Slums, buildings and streets a gray blur rushing past his windows as he drove beyond to fast, tires screaming around the corners, barely in control of the ton of fishtailing metal he sent flying down the street in pursuit of revenge. He didn’t care if Edge knew he was coming—he wanted him to know. He didn’t care about anything anymore.
He tore around another corner and he was suddenly airborne—he slammed against the headrest as his seatbelt tightened locked—in the second that it took for that to happen, he realized that the car had hit something, head on. His car shuddered, metal screamed and crumpled and he threw his arms over his eyes and grit his teeth—his whole body froze and he waited--he expected to die.
The moment stretched on and on, and finally he opened an eye to look…The hood of the car seemed to point straight up and he could hear the engine roaring and the car dropped back down and bounced on its tires and just stopped dead.
Silence…there was no sound except for the creak of cooling metal, nothing moved. It was if time turned to syrup. He turned his head slowly, looked toward the passenger side.
The darkness outside moved slightly, spoke. “Hello.”
“Hel—hello.” The word felt like cotton clinging to the inside of his mouth. Lex licked his lips, and tried to get his throat to work.
“You can’t do what you’re planning.”
“Fuck you,” he managed, his voice a harsh rasp. “My wife…”
A black-gloved hand reached into the car and Lex realized the door was open. It wrapped around his wrist and Lex was surprised at the warmth—he’d expected the gloves would feel cold and rubbery….
“Don’t do it. Edge is prepared to kill you too.”
“He’s not going to kill me--he sent me a message.” Lex laughed harshly. “A warning—the fucker. A warning, he said.” Lex’s eyes filled with tears he blinked away.
“Mr. Luthor, we can help each other.”
Lex laughed again. “You’d work with a criminal? Are you out of your mind?”
“MPD doesn’t have the resources I have. They don’t have the ability to look as deep as I can, they don’t have the resources I have to search out information.”
All the while he spoke, Batman leaned closer to Lex until he was inches from his face, whispering. “They don’t know you like I do, Casper.”
Lex felt the world rolling wildly under him, before gray clouds leaked in from the corners of his mind. I really have to close my eyes for a second….
“Bruce.”
“Lex…I want you to go home, okay? I want you to let us take care of Edge.”
“I won’t stop what I’m doing—it’s because of me that you have half the information you do. Don’t think that out of some misguided sense of protection you can stop me--”
Bruce stopped him. “The thought never occurred to me. You made an informed decision to take on crime in Metropolis, didn’t you? The only reason I want you not to do this is that we can handle Edge better than you can. We still need you to keep doing what you’re doing. It would take us too long to infiltrate the cartel at the level you’re at.”
“Oh, well of course! What was I thinking? For one ridiculous moment I thought you were worried about me.” Lex was shaking. “Fine. Let me go than, I have a funeral to plan.” Lex tried to yank back the hand he’d just realized Bruce was still holding, and Bruce leaned so close his lips brushed Lex’s—and Lex pushed him away, hard enough to make him stagger to his feet.
“ God, you fuck--Don’t—don’t you dare.”
Bruce looked down, but the cowl made it impossible for Lex to make out his expression.
“Your car is damaged. I’ll take care of it.”
“Great. How do I get home?” Lex pulled himself out of the car and walked around in front of it and looked at the crumpled hood. Fuck—what did I hit?”
“Me.” A shape came out of the shadows of the alley next to them. Tall, dressed in black, unruly hair curling around his face—what could be seen under the mask—
Jesus. “Clark.”
Hey, you mind--there’s a reason why I wear the mask.”
Lex shook his head. How did he not get it the minute he saw that smile. He felt his eyes fill again, and cursed. He wiped his face on his coat sleeve and Robin said, “I’ll take you home.” He glanced over at Bruce as he said it and Bruce nodded.
“See you back at the farm.”
Robin nodded back and walked up to Lex.
“Get ready,” he said, and Lex said for what and suddenly, he was plastered against Robin and then he was being pressed into him, he felt like a thousand hands were trying to crush him into his body, Clark’s breath was hot against his neck, murmuring encouragement. The wind screamed around them and the pressure got greater and he was afraid of being turned into paste and then, suddenly he could breathe again--he was dropping down so quickly the wind pulled tears from his eyes and then he standing on his balcony. His knees wobbled and Clark was still holding him, arms like steel around him, he was all that kept Lex from falling—he tried to move and it was like being caged and then with his next breath, Clark was gone.
Lex touched his neck, he thought he felt wet there, but his fingers found nothing, and his shirt was becoming damp from the night air. Lex pulled his overcoat off and steeped off the balcony into the quiet apartment. The light on the answering machine blinked on and off frantically. He imagined the cassette was full...he’d have to face that but God; it’d have to wait until morning…He walked through the dark too tired to turn on a light, too tired to think.
When he got to the door of to Vic’s bedroom, he paused, leaned his head against the door. It was his fault. If he hadn’t been playing at being a hero, this wouldn’t have happened. If he hadn’t gone about things his way, she might still be alive….
He kept the light off in his room too, paused only long enough to toe his shoes off and dropped onto the bed. He wrapped the coat around his head and passed out.
He cried on and off in his sleep all night long, but he was never really sure what woke him…
TBC!
Okay, yes, I rushed this a bit, but I'm on a roll, and I'm raring to go! One month--no more! This story will be wrapped up by the end of May, come hell or high water!
And look--pretty picture!
“Vic, what’s on the agenda for today?” He asked, and struggled to get his tie to lay right under the wide collar. He frowned. He wasn’t too sure about the suit. Was it too conservative for an important guy with mob connections? Too flashy for an aspiring servant of the people?
She lay back on her elbows on his bed and jiggled her foot, watching him wrestle with the tie with a grin. “After Sheila lets you loose, you’re meeting me at Arlene’s for lunch.”
“God, really? I hate that place. It’s so pretentious and the food is awful.” He yanked the tie into place and huffed in irritation. He sat on the bed next to her, nudging her over to make room.
“I’m going to call Bruce.” He waited, but she just smiled. “I’m going to talk to him, and to Clark. And tell them that I missed them and I want to get together with them.”
“That’s good, sweetheart. I’m glad.” She leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek. “You know it’s killing you. Talk to them, someone has to make the first move. After all, someone has to be the bigger man, and I’m positive, it’s you.” She squeezed his thigh, stood and straightened her skirt.
“Morgan Edge called me. He wants to meet with me. I told him to meet me at Arlene’s for drinks after you and I have lunch. Strictly hush-hush.” She winked at him. “You’re not to know.”
“Really? Business or pleasure?”
“Ick, don’t make me nauseous.”
“What? —I’d do him. He’s rich, he’s powerful, he’s good looking—and I have it on very good authority that he’s hung.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, searching through her clutch for lipstick, when she found it she painted a careful shiny line around her lips while she spoke. “I’m quite sure you would. Point me out some one you wouldn’t--” She dodged a flying pillow with a laugh. “At any rate, I’ll find out what he wants. Listen—you be careful with him. You’ve won a lot of skirmishes, done those boys some real damage and you’re getting cocky. Edge isn’t like you—he’s much more direct. He doesn’t waste time trying to come up with an attractive way to solve a problem—he just blow it’s brains out.”
“Which is why I’m not crazy about you meeting with him alone. Take Henry or one of the other bodyguards with you.”
“All right,” she said and bent to kiss his cheek. “Just to make you happy. Even Edge wouldn’t hurt some one as high profile as the wife of The Prince of The City…you worrywart. Later.”
“Later.” Lex smiled as he watched her leave the room. He leaned back on the bed and glanced at the phone—should he call the escort service and have a little something sent in before work, or check out the latest information on the costumed coterie? He reached for the phone with a grin--one thing he definitely better do—call security and make sure Vic left with a bodyguard.
*****
Lex had Sheila send in coffee, his clippings, and spent an hour watching his latest clips before the workday started.
The videocassette player whirred and clicked as he rewound the tape, the figure on the screen leaping backward into the night and then again forward—The Batman.
The Gotham avenger finally had a name: Batman. Dark, mysterious, and so low key as to be almost invisible. Other heroes claimed they didn’t want publicity—Batman meant it. He was different as night and day from the others, but according to Lex’s intelligence the others were also putting out feelers as far as Batman was concerned. They were interested. Lex smiled. If they wanted to get anywhere, they’d better hope Batman was interested too.
Lex found him endlessly fascinating. He’d given up any pretense that what he was doing was research. He was as hopelessly addicted to Batman as he’d been to Warrior Angel. He watched the clip he’d gotten that morning over and over, rewound it and rewound it—again and again the figure clad in black and gray dropped from the top of the skyscraper, dropped straight down into the darkness, without a rope, or net—and was scooped out of the sky and carried off.
And this was the miracle part; the part that made Lex’s heart beat faster. Batman’s companion—his sidekick—was amazing….
His costume was all black, and in the low light the video camera didn’t pick up much. Until he turned slightly to snatch Batman out of the air the large red R on his chest wasn’t noticeable. He bent in the air, like a hawk on the wind, wrapped arms around the other’s chest and swooped away, flying higher and higher until they disappeared into the darkness.
Robin and Batman.
He leaned back against the couch and sighed. The Flash…Green Lantern…Elongated Man…and all the others that were moving against the Metropolis-Gotham cartel, were also directing an interest towards the mysterious duo.
Through a series of tip-offs and payoffs, information leaked that was strangling the mobs, slowly but surely. Batman and Robin were the newest players in the game but he had no doubt he could move those newest pieces about on the board in the direction he wanted, too.
Still photos of the two lay on his desk. He could see that coming upon Batman in some dark alley might be frightening—picture after picture, he frowned, scowled, in general just looked damn unpleasant. Robin on the other hand, smiled—a lot. Nearly every picture featured him with a big grin on his face…Lex frowned. He doubted it was because he had a good sense of humor. Both of them seemed to be younger than he expected. But with Batman’s features mostly obscured by the black, eared cowl, and the domino that the bigger one, Robin wore, he couldn’t be sure.
He worked steadily until Sheila called and reminded him about his lunch date. He thanked her, called down to ready his car and in a short time headed out to lunch with Vic. He leaned his head back against the seat and tried to relax, he was tense, so tense he could feel it pulling his shoulders into a knot. He hoped lunch was relaxing; he needed a break for a little bit.
He arrived outside of Arlene’s to a crowd. There were police cars in the streets around the restaurant, the area outside the door was cordoned off and he knew—before he even got out of the car he knew.
He wasn’t surprised when the captain on the scene tried to stop him, he knew why. He wasn’t shocked to see Vic and two of the bodyguards on the sidewalk. The pain and sorrow, the awful intensity of it did surprise him. He felt a place inside of him open wide again and spill out any warmth he’d managed to gain. Vic was dead; because of him she was dead….
Lex drove through Suicide Slums, buildings and streets a gray blur rushing past his windows as he drove beyond to fast, tires screaming around the corners, barely in control of the ton of fishtailing metal he sent flying down the street in pursuit of revenge. He didn’t care if Edge knew he was coming—he wanted him to know. He didn’t care about anything anymore.
He tore around another corner and he was suddenly airborne—he slammed against the headrest as his seatbelt tightened locked—in the second that it took for that to happen, he realized that the car had hit something, head on. His car shuddered, metal screamed and crumpled and he threw his arms over his eyes and grit his teeth—his whole body froze and he waited--he expected to die.
The moment stretched on and on, and finally he opened an eye to look…The hood of the car seemed to point straight up and he could hear the engine roaring and the car dropped back down and bounced on its tires and just stopped dead.
Silence…there was no sound except for the creak of cooling metal, nothing moved. It was if time turned to syrup. He turned his head slowly, looked toward the passenger side.
The darkness outside moved slightly, spoke. “Hello.”
“Hel—hello.” The word felt like cotton clinging to the inside of his mouth. Lex licked his lips, and tried to get his throat to work.
“You can’t do what you’re planning.”
“Fuck you,” he managed, his voice a harsh rasp. “My wife…”
A black-gloved hand reached into the car and Lex realized the door was open. It wrapped around his wrist and Lex was surprised at the warmth—he’d expected the gloves would feel cold and rubbery….
“Don’t do it. Edge is prepared to kill you too.”
“He’s not going to kill me--he sent me a message.” Lex laughed harshly. “A warning—the fucker. A warning, he said.” Lex’s eyes filled with tears he blinked away.
“Mr. Luthor, we can help each other.”
Lex laughed again. “You’d work with a criminal? Are you out of your mind?”
“MPD doesn’t have the resources I have. They don’t have the ability to look as deep as I can, they don’t have the resources I have to search out information.”
All the while he spoke, Batman leaned closer to Lex until he was inches from his face, whispering. “They don’t know you like I do, Casper.”
Lex felt the world rolling wildly under him, before gray clouds leaked in from the corners of his mind. I really have to close my eyes for a second….
“Bruce.”
“Lex…I want you to go home, okay? I want you to let us take care of Edge.”
“I won’t stop what I’m doing—it’s because of me that you have half the information you do. Don’t think that out of some misguided sense of protection you can stop me--”
Bruce stopped him. “The thought never occurred to me. You made an informed decision to take on crime in Metropolis, didn’t you? The only reason I want you not to do this is that we can handle Edge better than you can. We still need you to keep doing what you’re doing. It would take us too long to infiltrate the cartel at the level you’re at.”
“Oh, well of course! What was I thinking? For one ridiculous moment I thought you were worried about me.” Lex was shaking. “Fine. Let me go than, I have a funeral to plan.” Lex tried to yank back the hand he’d just realized Bruce was still holding, and Bruce leaned so close his lips brushed Lex’s—and Lex pushed him away, hard enough to make him stagger to his feet.
“ God, you fuck--Don’t—don’t you dare.”
Bruce looked down, but the cowl made it impossible for Lex to make out his expression.
“Your car is damaged. I’ll take care of it.”
“Great. How do I get home?” Lex pulled himself out of the car and walked around in front of it and looked at the crumpled hood. Fuck—what did I hit?”
“Me.” A shape came out of the shadows of the alley next to them. Tall, dressed in black, unruly hair curling around his face—what could be seen under the mask—
Jesus. “Clark.”
Hey, you mind--there’s a reason why I wear the mask.”
Lex shook his head. How did he not get it the minute he saw that smile. He felt his eyes fill again, and cursed. He wiped his face on his coat sleeve and Robin said, “I’ll take you home.” He glanced over at Bruce as he said it and Bruce nodded.
“See you back at the farm.”
Robin nodded back and walked up to Lex.
“Get ready,” he said, and Lex said for what and suddenly, he was plastered against Robin and then he was being pressed into him, he felt like a thousand hands were trying to crush him into his body, Clark’s breath was hot against his neck, murmuring encouragement. The wind screamed around them and the pressure got greater and he was afraid of being turned into paste and then, suddenly he could breathe again--he was dropping down so quickly the wind pulled tears from his eyes and then he standing on his balcony. His knees wobbled and Clark was still holding him, arms like steel around him, he was all that kept Lex from falling—he tried to move and it was like being caged and then with his next breath, Clark was gone.
Lex touched his neck, he thought he felt wet there, but his fingers found nothing, and his shirt was becoming damp from the night air. Lex pulled his overcoat off and steeped off the balcony into the quiet apartment. The light on the answering machine blinked on and off frantically. He imagined the cassette was full...he’d have to face that but God; it’d have to wait until morning…He walked through the dark too tired to turn on a light, too tired to think.
When he got to the door of to Vic’s bedroom, he paused, leaned his head against the door. It was his fault. If he hadn’t been playing at being a hero, this wouldn’t have happened. If he hadn’t gone about things his way, she might still be alive….
He kept the light off in his room too, paused only long enough to toe his shoes off and dropped onto the bed. He wrapped the coat around his head and passed out.
He cried on and off in his sleep all night long, but he was never really sure what woke him…
TBC!
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5/9/06 02:43 am (UTC)have angsty sexcuddle him.(no subject)
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5/9/06 03:43 am (UTC)http://palelight.illuminatedtext.com/smallville/somethingtosay.html
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5/9/06 05:01 pm (UTC)but Roooooxyyyyy, threesomes!
*is still cranky*
And all this crap to do with the house and the loans and we are so SUNK if this house here doesn't sell.:(
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5/9/06 09:47 pm (UTC)I'll try and distact you with some porn, it's just Lex really is dragging his heels on it, not that I blame him....
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5/9/06 09:57 pm (UTC)"The internet is for PORN."
And I found Whitney!
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/si_online/covers/issues/2005/1114.html
When he was younger maybe...
Troy polamalu
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5/9/06 10:27 pm (UTC)I'm afraid....
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5/9/06 10:58 pm (UTC)And he's CUTE.
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5/9/06 04:09 am (UTC)OMG!!!!!!!
You are so, so evol.
But i love that he instantly, instantly knew who they were.
:)
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5/9/06 03:50 pm (UTC)I believe in the power of love. *nods*
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5/9/06 03:51 pm (UTC)No, no, kidding...umm...puding? Water ice? Big sloppy kiss?
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5/9/06 05:55 am (UTC)[Sniffle]
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5/9/06 03:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked Clark as Robin!
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5/9/06 11:15 am (UTC)*huge hugs Lex*
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5/9/06 06:24 pm (UTC)Alright, that's it! I want Lex to meet Wally and marry HIM!!!! Or Jason, who's a hottie!!!!
CLARK SUCKS!!
I love this story.
*walks away mumbling like those crazies on the street*
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5/9/06 06:25 pm (UTC)God, more soon, God!!!!
:D
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5/9/06 09:49 pm (UTC)LOL!
*hugs you even though you're all mumbly*
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5/15/06 09:19 pm (UTC)God, I love you. Who else would type that line? *happy sigh*
Steadily, I'm getting caught up. I just finished reading 3 parts straight through. What a rush!
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5/15/06 11:34 pm (UTC)It's a gift...*snorfle*
I hope you're enjoying it!
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8/30/06 05:10 am (UTC)Where are the strong arms to hold Lex as he weeps? The big hands and sloppy kisses? *sniffles and mourns Vic too*
Why did Clark leave? He shoulda stayed to watch over Lex.
(Saw Superman Returns again, and I had this thought, there, at the end when Lex is on that Island and they only have six coconuts and the dog to eat. You KNOW Clark is going to rescue them. But he's gonna punish 'em good. Kevin Spacey, get all thin and wasted looking. Hah.) (Amazing, huh, that I dislike his Lex SO much, LOL and love yours?)
Then again. Maybe not. :) hehe.