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Clark gets cranky.
Lex surprises himself.
Love conquers all.
Poor Jordan.
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
Clark was trying to be patient but he felt like he was losing his mind. Besides that…thing that happened with Lex, nothing changed. Nothing new happened. No sign of Ripley vacating, whatever those signs might be. Some nights he lay awake, worrying that everything had screwed up already, and they just couldn’t tell. What was worse by far were the nights Lex lay awake, worrying.
And like some Twilight Zone ‘oh, I broke my glasses and it’s the end of all optometrists and the world’ episode, along with his life getting more frightening, it was getting more boring. Horribly boring. In part, because it was getting harder and harder for him to leave the house. It felt…so uncomfortable. Unless Lex was with him, but even then, it almost hurt to be out of the apartment--in fact, being in Lex’s bedroom was the best, most comfortable place to be.
Lex, being the enormous fathead that he was, insisted on…on having a life anyway. Clark grimaced, torn between feeling sorry for himself and knowing that he was pretty much being a jerk. It was just…the last few weeks were just chock full of suck and not much else.
He’d spent Halloween pouting and stuffing himself with candy he claimed to have bought for trick-or-treaters. When he’d seen bag after bag of candy, Lex had looked at him for a long, long moment, before saying in that smart ass, faux patient way he had, “Penthouse, Clark. You’d be surprised how many trick-or-treaters we *don’t* get…”
Of course, Lex had tried to talk him into going to the annual Metropolis Museum’s Masquerade Ball. Clark refused to go. Sure Lex invited him—but he refused to go as some anonymous friend of his and Lex yelled, it’s not that simple and Clark argued lots of well known people were out, and Lex said name me one candidate for higher office that’s out and Clark had ended the discussion with a slammed door. And when the fuck had he turned into such a girl Lex shouted through the door. Fathead.
So, yeah, Halloween…salty candy, tear-jerker movies and lots of pictures of Lex in the paper, smiling whenever he thought the camera was on him and frowning when he thought it wasn’t…
Now here it was Thanksgiving, a family holiday, and it just reminded him of what he didn’t have… he tried to spend it locked in his room, but Lex forced him to go to a restaurant, to have some dried out turkey not half as good as Mom’s, and clumpy rice, watery gravy and gummy apple pie from canned apples, and he ate and cried until Lex snapped at him, accused him of being selfish and controlling and he countered with controlling you bastard look who’s talking. The ride back to the penthouse was thunderously quiet. And not good.
Lex went directly to the patio when they arrived home. After a half hour, Clark went out to see what he was doing…he was sitting on the lounge chair, the one on which they’d first touched each other, his head to the sky, letting snowflakes fall on him, snow dusting his black coat, melting over his bare, terribly fragile looking scalp.
He looked up at Clark, and said, “I’m not making you happy. I want to but I guess I don’t know how. I’m sorry. You know that my protection extends to you no matter where you are. You don’t have to be here.” He turned away. “Go where you need to, to be happy…Jordan is—Fuck!”
A snowball blew apart against the back of his neck and head, and Clark brushed his hands off. Nailed that little bump! he thought and grinned briefly before fixing Lex with eyes he had no idea were glowing red.
“You stupid son of a bitch. I *am* where I need to be to be happy. With the person I want to be with. And what the fuck? Are you still worrying about Jor?”
“Clark, I hear you talking to Jordan on the phone. I hear you laughing and…and giggling. You giggle when he talks to you. You never giggle with me.”
“Lex, what the heck are you talking about? Giggle? With you? You are the least giggly person I know. I wouldn’t waste your time being silly…”
Lex closed his eyes briefly and opened them. He looked determined. Resolved. Clark growled. Like a fucking martyr. “So,” he said slowly. “That’s it—that’s what you miss.”
“He’s—he’s just a friend, that’s all he is. Everyone needs a friend, Lex.”
“I used to be your friend.”
“Lex—you were until you decided that we couldn’t be, now that we’re …lovers. I miss you as my friend. I miss talking about anything and everything with you. I miss telling you things--I have to have someone…please don’t tell me I can’t be friends with Jordan anymore.”
Lex shook his head. “I won’t. I couldn’t. He’s your friend—I won’t interfere in that.” He stood. “Well...it’s late. I’m going to bed. Will you be joining me, or…”
Clark stomped over to Lex and grabbed his arms. “How can you be so brilliant, so in charge and not know like I do that love is never smooth? Did you think we’d never fight? *Life’s* not smooth, you bozo. Why should love be?”
Lex looked down, looked away, anywhere but at Clark. “So you do love me…”
“God yes, how often do you need to hear it? I’ll say it every day if that’s what you need…and don’t worry, you don’t need to say it back, I know.” He rubbed his stomach. “Oh gosh, whenever you get upset, she really starts punching. Quick, kiss me so she’ll stop.”
Lex pushed a leg between his and ground up against him, making him instantly breathless. “Or, that—that works too—oh!”
******
Lex sat at the little marble topped café table and watched students walking to and from class, on whatever business students had….
It made him feel vaguely sad, watching all the extremely normal activity. Clark should have been in that crowd, he thought. He should be running up those stairs and into the school—should be worrying about exams and assignments and projects due and no way in hell worrying whether he’d survive the birth of his child. He sipped at the watery brew that had the gall to call itself coffee and waited. Every minute that passed weakened his resolve.
Finally he spotted a tall—very tall--figure making it’s way toward him, the crowd parting before him as he bore down on Lex’s table.
He sat and looked straight at the tabletop.
“So…you’re the friend. Jordan.”
“So, you’re the mother fucker that ignored him, treated him like dirt and then stalked him. Luthor.”
He looked up and sneered at Lex, cocky, unafraid. Lex sat back in disbelief, shocked by his total lack of intimidation. Did he have any idea what he could do…his resolve was definitely weakening.
Jordan was grinning now, watching Lex’s reaction. Lex could feel himself practically steam—but he forced calm on himself. He said, “I asked you to meet with me because you’re a friend of Clark’s. I’m concerned about your future--”
“My future? Hey, I’m gonna believe that you’re offering to buy me…something big--and not that you’re planning to whack me or whatever. And by the way, don’t bother. Clark and me—that’s done and you know full well you’ve got nothing to worry about. He’s stupid in love with you. He’s good--I’m good.”
“I was about to say that I’m also concerned about Clark.”
“Sure, you want to protect him. He’s strong and smart and shit but still—he needs someone in his corner. It’s good it’s someone like you.”
Lex nodded. Maybe Jordan understood.
“Look, I don’t need—or want--anything from you or Clark. All Clark wants out of me is a friend. Me—I got lots of people that will throw themselves at you if they think you’re going places.” He grinned. “I’m not lonely. And I sure as hell am going places.”
Lex murmured an agreement. He knew how not lonely Jordan was. He vividly remembered being not lonely like that, too.
“So, do I get to keep talking to him?” He leaned closer and spoke very quietly, his eyes locked on Lex’s. “Do I get to keep breathing?”
Lex sat still, silent. Evaluating.
Jordan went on. “You must know how lucky you are to be with him. I don’t know how you did it, but you’ve got him, and now that you do, maybe he can help you ‘cause you are one wound tight scary motherfucker. With all respect.”
Lex bristled. Help him? *Help* him? What was this kid trying to say about him—about Clark? He thought hard, resolve breaking off and bits of it floating away, like an iceberg made of anger—He could do it and Clark would never know….
Shit.
Jordan watched him like he was watching his favorite show. It figured that Clark would have fallen for someone with the same sense of self-preservation that he had.
“Did Clark ever tell you about his farm accident?” Jordan asked, and Lex slid his hand into his coat pocket and fingered the cell phone inside it.
Jordan caught the movement and smirked. “I’m from Smallville, man, born and raised. The first thing we learn is shut the fuck up and believe what you’re told, not what you see. We eat weird with our Count Chocula for breakfast, and we learn to keep our stuff to ourselves. You know? Plus, Clark can’t lie for shit.” He laughed.
Lex sat back. Okay. Jordan dead would upset Clark. Clark needed friends. Lex couldn’t buy friends for him, Clark wouldn’t like it. But he could tie his friend to him…
“What I’m trying to say, is that I’d never say a word about Clark to anyone, ever. I’d never want to hurt him. I hope you won’t either. For any reason.”
Lex nodded. He knew someone who played for the Metropolis Titans who liked tall, gold and big. Maybe a phone call, maybe pointing a scout in the right direction…he smiled at Jordan.
“Clark is very loyal to his friends, as am I.”
Jordan wasn’t fool enough not to look a little relieved. He bit his lip, deciding something. Lex waited, curious. Finally, the boy stood and took a little package out of his coat pocket. “This is for the both of you. Thanks.”
“I’ll tell Clark you’ll call this weekend?’
Jordan smiled wide. “Yes! I mean, yeah, you do that.”
Lex stood and held out his hand to Jordan. He looked at it, reached out and his large hand gripped Lex’s—bigger than Clarks, it swallowed Lex’s wrist and hand completely and the heat was disconcerting….
“Take care of Clark and…take care.”
“I will.” He watched Jordan walk away and filed him under ‘free--for now’. He’d keep tabs on him certainly. He hoped that he would keep his promise. Lex didn’t want to cause Clark any unnecessary pain.
He was back in the limo headed home before he remembered the little box. Lex pulled it out of his pocket, turned the small package over and over. Well, the boy did say it was for the both of them. He slipped a slim pearl handled knife out of his trouser pocket and slit the tape cleanly. He opened the plain paper wrapped box. Inside was a pair of tiny booties made to look like sneakers. Lex stared and stared and for one insane second, he felt the same for Jordan as he did for Clark.
******
Dear Ripley,
You got another present today, a pair of booties. Really tiny sneakers. *laugh* Crazy. I got a present too. I got to keep something very important to me, and Poppa showed…restraint. I think that’s incredible. He’s learning. Shhh. Don’t say a word!
click
******
tbc
Clark gets cranky.
Lex surprises himself.
Love conquers all.
Poor Jordan.
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
Clark was trying to be patient but he felt like he was losing his mind. Besides that…thing that happened with Lex, nothing changed. Nothing new happened. No sign of Ripley vacating, whatever those signs might be. Some nights he lay awake, worrying that everything had screwed up already, and they just couldn’t tell. What was worse by far were the nights Lex lay awake, worrying.
And like some Twilight Zone ‘oh, I broke my glasses and it’s the end of all optometrists and the world’ episode, along with his life getting more frightening, it was getting more boring. Horribly boring. In part, because it was getting harder and harder for him to leave the house. It felt…so uncomfortable. Unless Lex was with him, but even then, it almost hurt to be out of the apartment--in fact, being in Lex’s bedroom was the best, most comfortable place to be.
Lex, being the enormous fathead that he was, insisted on…on having a life anyway. Clark grimaced, torn between feeling sorry for himself and knowing that he was pretty much being a jerk. It was just…the last few weeks were just chock full of suck and not much else.
He’d spent Halloween pouting and stuffing himself with candy he claimed to have bought for trick-or-treaters. When he’d seen bag after bag of candy, Lex had looked at him for a long, long moment, before saying in that smart ass, faux patient way he had, “Penthouse, Clark. You’d be surprised how many trick-or-treaters we *don’t* get…”
Of course, Lex had tried to talk him into going to the annual Metropolis Museum’s Masquerade Ball. Clark refused to go. Sure Lex invited him—but he refused to go as some anonymous friend of his and Lex yelled, it’s not that simple and Clark argued lots of well known people were out, and Lex said name me one candidate for higher office that’s out and Clark had ended the discussion with a slammed door. And when the fuck had he turned into such a girl Lex shouted through the door. Fathead.
So, yeah, Halloween…salty candy, tear-jerker movies and lots of pictures of Lex in the paper, smiling whenever he thought the camera was on him and frowning when he thought it wasn’t…
Now here it was Thanksgiving, a family holiday, and it just reminded him of what he didn’t have… he tried to spend it locked in his room, but Lex forced him to go to a restaurant, to have some dried out turkey not half as good as Mom’s, and clumpy rice, watery gravy and gummy apple pie from canned apples, and he ate and cried until Lex snapped at him, accused him of being selfish and controlling and he countered with controlling you bastard look who’s talking. The ride back to the penthouse was thunderously quiet. And not good.
Lex went directly to the patio when they arrived home. After a half hour, Clark went out to see what he was doing…he was sitting on the lounge chair, the one on which they’d first touched each other, his head to the sky, letting snowflakes fall on him, snow dusting his black coat, melting over his bare, terribly fragile looking scalp.
He looked up at Clark, and said, “I’m not making you happy. I want to but I guess I don’t know how. I’m sorry. You know that my protection extends to you no matter where you are. You don’t have to be here.” He turned away. “Go where you need to, to be happy…Jordan is—Fuck!”
A snowball blew apart against the back of his neck and head, and Clark brushed his hands off. Nailed that little bump! he thought and grinned briefly before fixing Lex with eyes he had no idea were glowing red.
“You stupid son of a bitch. I *am* where I need to be to be happy. With the person I want to be with. And what the fuck? Are you still worrying about Jor?”
“Clark, I hear you talking to Jordan on the phone. I hear you laughing and…and giggling. You giggle when he talks to you. You never giggle with me.”
“Lex, what the heck are you talking about? Giggle? With you? You are the least giggly person I know. I wouldn’t waste your time being silly…”
Lex closed his eyes briefly and opened them. He looked determined. Resolved. Clark growled. Like a fucking martyr. “So,” he said slowly. “That’s it—that’s what you miss.”
“He’s—he’s just a friend, that’s all he is. Everyone needs a friend, Lex.”
“I used to be your friend.”
“Lex—you were until you decided that we couldn’t be, now that we’re …lovers. I miss you as my friend. I miss talking about anything and everything with you. I miss telling you things--I have to have someone…please don’t tell me I can’t be friends with Jordan anymore.”
Lex shook his head. “I won’t. I couldn’t. He’s your friend—I won’t interfere in that.” He stood. “Well...it’s late. I’m going to bed. Will you be joining me, or…”
Clark stomped over to Lex and grabbed his arms. “How can you be so brilliant, so in charge and not know like I do that love is never smooth? Did you think we’d never fight? *Life’s* not smooth, you bozo. Why should love be?”
Lex looked down, looked away, anywhere but at Clark. “So you do love me…”
“God yes, how often do you need to hear it? I’ll say it every day if that’s what you need…and don’t worry, you don’t need to say it back, I know.” He rubbed his stomach. “Oh gosh, whenever you get upset, she really starts punching. Quick, kiss me so she’ll stop.”
Lex pushed a leg between his and ground up against him, making him instantly breathless. “Or, that—that works too—oh!”
******
Lex sat at the little marble topped café table and watched students walking to and from class, on whatever business students had….
It made him feel vaguely sad, watching all the extremely normal activity. Clark should have been in that crowd, he thought. He should be running up those stairs and into the school—should be worrying about exams and assignments and projects due and no way in hell worrying whether he’d survive the birth of his child. He sipped at the watery brew that had the gall to call itself coffee and waited. Every minute that passed weakened his resolve.
Finally he spotted a tall—very tall--figure making it’s way toward him, the crowd parting before him as he bore down on Lex’s table.
He sat and looked straight at the tabletop.
“So…you’re the friend. Jordan.”
“So, you’re the mother fucker that ignored him, treated him like dirt and then stalked him. Luthor.”
He looked up and sneered at Lex, cocky, unafraid. Lex sat back in disbelief, shocked by his total lack of intimidation. Did he have any idea what he could do…his resolve was definitely weakening.
Jordan was grinning now, watching Lex’s reaction. Lex could feel himself practically steam—but he forced calm on himself. He said, “I asked you to meet with me because you’re a friend of Clark’s. I’m concerned about your future--”
“My future? Hey, I’m gonna believe that you’re offering to buy me…something big--and not that you’re planning to whack me or whatever. And by the way, don’t bother. Clark and me—that’s done and you know full well you’ve got nothing to worry about. He’s stupid in love with you. He’s good--I’m good.”
“I was about to say that I’m also concerned about Clark.”
“Sure, you want to protect him. He’s strong and smart and shit but still—he needs someone in his corner. It’s good it’s someone like you.”
Lex nodded. Maybe Jordan understood.
“Look, I don’t need—or want--anything from you or Clark. All Clark wants out of me is a friend. Me—I got lots of people that will throw themselves at you if they think you’re going places.” He grinned. “I’m not lonely. And I sure as hell am going places.”
Lex murmured an agreement. He knew how not lonely Jordan was. He vividly remembered being not lonely like that, too.
“So, do I get to keep talking to him?” He leaned closer and spoke very quietly, his eyes locked on Lex’s. “Do I get to keep breathing?”
Lex sat still, silent. Evaluating.
Jordan went on. “You must know how lucky you are to be with him. I don’t know how you did it, but you’ve got him, and now that you do, maybe he can help you ‘cause you are one wound tight scary motherfucker. With all respect.”
Lex bristled. Help him? *Help* him? What was this kid trying to say about him—about Clark? He thought hard, resolve breaking off and bits of it floating away, like an iceberg made of anger—He could do it and Clark would never know….
Shit.
Jordan watched him like he was watching his favorite show. It figured that Clark would have fallen for someone with the same sense of self-preservation that he had.
“Did Clark ever tell you about his farm accident?” Jordan asked, and Lex slid his hand into his coat pocket and fingered the cell phone inside it.
Jordan caught the movement and smirked. “I’m from Smallville, man, born and raised. The first thing we learn is shut the fuck up and believe what you’re told, not what you see. We eat weird with our Count Chocula for breakfast, and we learn to keep our stuff to ourselves. You know? Plus, Clark can’t lie for shit.” He laughed.
Lex sat back. Okay. Jordan dead would upset Clark. Clark needed friends. Lex couldn’t buy friends for him, Clark wouldn’t like it. But he could tie his friend to him…
“What I’m trying to say, is that I’d never say a word about Clark to anyone, ever. I’d never want to hurt him. I hope you won’t either. For any reason.”
Lex nodded. He knew someone who played for the Metropolis Titans who liked tall, gold and big. Maybe a phone call, maybe pointing a scout in the right direction…he smiled at Jordan.
“Clark is very loyal to his friends, as am I.”
Jordan wasn’t fool enough not to look a little relieved. He bit his lip, deciding something. Lex waited, curious. Finally, the boy stood and took a little package out of his coat pocket. “This is for the both of you. Thanks.”
“I’ll tell Clark you’ll call this weekend?’
Jordan smiled wide. “Yes! I mean, yeah, you do that.”
Lex stood and held out his hand to Jordan. He looked at it, reached out and his large hand gripped Lex’s—bigger than Clarks, it swallowed Lex’s wrist and hand completely and the heat was disconcerting….
“Take care of Clark and…take care.”
“I will.” He watched Jordan walk away and filed him under ‘free--for now’. He’d keep tabs on him certainly. He hoped that he would keep his promise. Lex didn’t want to cause Clark any unnecessary pain.
He was back in the limo headed home before he remembered the little box. Lex pulled it out of his pocket, turned the small package over and over. Well, the boy did say it was for the both of them. He slipped a slim pearl handled knife out of his trouser pocket and slit the tape cleanly. He opened the plain paper wrapped box. Inside was a pair of tiny booties made to look like sneakers. Lex stared and stared and for one insane second, he felt the same for Jordan as he did for Clark.
******
Dear Ripley,
You got another present today, a pair of booties. Really tiny sneakers. *laugh* Crazy. I got a present too. I got to keep something very important to me, and Poppa showed…restraint. I think that’s incredible. He’s learning. Shhh. Don’t say a word!
click
******
tbc
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6/1/06 05:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/1/06 10:42 pm (UTC)YaY! If I ever write more in the 'verse, he's defintely coming along for the ride!
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6/1/06 06:04 am (UTC)Nice chapter, establishing who everyone is to each other.
And "chock full of suck" may be my newest favorite expression of all time. Because it is amazing.
I like that Clark puts Lex in his place all the time. Lex needs to be knocked back once in a while.
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You probably don't need the comma in there.
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6/1/06 10:41 pm (UTC)*does handpump of victory*
Watch out now, I'm going to get cocky! *G*
Jordan knew because really--digesting movments? And because he's just smart enough to know that Smallville=weirdass.
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6/2/06 06:47 am (UTC)Feel free!
How could I forget that Jordan would accept the weirdness?! He's still a sharp cookie. I'm glad he's (theoretically) still alive.
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6/1/06 06:18 am (UTC)Lex, being the enormous fathead that he was, insisted on...on having a life anyway. Clark grimaced, torn between feeling sorry for himself and knowing that he was pretty much being a jerk. ...
He'd spent Halloween pouting and stuffing himself with candy he claimed to have bought for trick-or-treaters. When he'd seen bag after bag of candy, Lex had looked at him for a long, long moment, before saying in that smart ass, faux patient way he had, "Penthouse, Clark. You'd be surprised how many trick-or-treaters we *don't* get..."
...Clark had ended the discussion with a slammed door. And when the fuck had he turned into such a girl Lex shouted through the door. Fathead.
- HAHAHAHA!
- This whole section so cute. Clark acting like a girl, Lex not dealing real well, so cute!
A snowball blew apart against the back of his neck and head, and Clark brushed his hands off. Nailed that little bump! , he thought and grinned briefly before fixing Lex with eyes he had no idea were glowing red.
- I am thinking that Clark is going to have to pound much more sense in to Lex between now and, let's be honest,... between now and when Lex takes his last breath - especially when Rip is actually a girl. She will own Lex and Lex will never want to let her out of the house, even with an armed guard.
I loved the whole of the Jordan convo, but especially:
"So...you're the friend. Jordan."
"So, you're the mother fucker that ignored him, treated him like dirt and then stalked him. Luthor." - You go Jordan, if Lex is going to off you he's going to do it regardless, might as well go down fighting.
"So, do I get to keep talking to him?" He leaned closer and spoke very quietly, his eyes locked on Lex's. "Do I get to keep breathing?"
Lex sat still, silent. Evaluating. - So Lex, he can respect you and still be ready to kill you if he has to.
Jordan went on. "You must know how lucky you are to be with him. I don't know how you did it, but you've got him, and now that you do, maybe he can help you 'cause you are one wound tight scary motherfucker. With all respect." - Because this, so funny (and very very true) it deserves special notice.
Inside was a pair of tiny booties made to look like sneakers. Lex stared and stared and for one insane second, he felt the same for Jordan as he did for Clark. - and for nothing else this is why Jordan gets to live and Lana needs to die -- Jordan has class and I am sure when Lex rules the world he will find some use for Jordan in his new power structure; whereas Lana when she comes back is just going to cause trouble..
...I got to keep something very important to me, and Poppa showed...restraint. I think that's incredible. He's learning. Shhh. Don't say a word!
- Lex is still a scary MOFO, but he is learning to temper his natural inclination to kill first and ask questions later. Very useful when you have to raise a teenage girl who is going to want to date.
I am just spilling over with love for this story and you - also, I kinda respect that Lex was going to kill Jordan himself (the slim pearl handled knife [in] his trouser pocket). If he made the decision to kill Clark's one friend, Lex would do so to his face. Sorta classy.
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6/1/06 10:49 pm (UTC)This is very very true--Clark will have to be Lex's brain when it comes to Rip.
I'm so happy that Lex is working for everyone, considering he's on the edge of not being nice at all. Wonder how that would play out for them in the future?
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6/1/06 11:08 pm (UTC)- I love a slightly mean Lex. He's not mean because he's evil, he's mean because he's scared and wants to protect Clark from everything.
- I am sure that in the future Rip and Clark are going to have to lock Lex away from the sharp objects when it's time for play dates and then boyfriends. I do know that I can't wait to read about it - *hint, hint*
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6/1/06 10:50 pm (UTC)I couldn't kill him. *sigh*
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6/1/06 08:00 am (UTC)Your writing never ceases to amaze me.
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6/1/06 04:27 pm (UTC)I am seriously loving this story and will be sad when it ends!
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6/1/06 05:31 pm (UTC)And Lex is an ass.
Sheesh!
:)
*smooooooooooches you like mad*
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6/1/06 10:57 pm (UTC)Lex is an adorable ass--don't forget that! *grin*
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6/1/06 07:34 pm (UTC)they're learning to deal with each other one day at a time.
Lex made the right decision, I think, and I'm not one to squirm at characters' deaths, hehe.
And I'm also glad that Lex opened the box before he handed it to Clark. Ya never know, ;D
Clark is the woobiest!
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6/1/06 11:15 pm (UTC)I really, really planned to kill him from the first word, but I couldn't. I suc! And of course Lex was going to open the box! *G*
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7/20/06 07:40 pm (UTC)OC? OTP?
WTF?
lol. Yes, re-reading Miss Ripley from the beginning because while I caught it in email when you first posted it, I don't think I read it. So many many good things in here. *grins*
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