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roxyMy Two Dads Are Just Unbelievably Dumb
(a working title)
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:2
Summary: This is a warning—in this bit Lana gets trashed. The slighlty annoying bits of her personality are somewhat exaggerrated for dramatic effect. And because personally, I’m not wild about her. But I seldom mistreat her, so…hey, except for that one time, remember, when I turned her into a psychic vampire bitch from hell…heh. Good times, good times…um-—story?
“Clark—can you explain to me why Lana called today—called expecting to speak to you? She seemed shocked that we were roommates. Yes, that was how she put it--room mates. Where did she get that idea, I wonder?” Lex was incredibly angry, but he fastened Lexie’s jacket with the same gentle care he always took with her and shifted her diaper bag to his shoulder. He stared thoughtfully down at her little boots, and wondered why he just hadn’t taken care of Lana permanently in Paris.
Sentiment. Sentiment was a danger. That was a lesson Lionel tried many times to teach him, one that sadly he’d failed to learn. Sentiment got you nowhere and caused headaches and problems in the long run. He sighed and knelt again to adjust the zippers on Lexie’s boots.
“Gookie Monster! Gookies…” she crowed and kicked her feet upwards to see the blue shapes on her boot toes better. Lex looked down at her and his heart flipped. He felt a chill as he stared down at the satanic looking blue monsters on her toes—they appeared to be eating their own hands…he shivered. Something bad was coming, something horribly bad….
He grabbed the earpiece back when Lexie pulled it off and said, “What? I didn’t hear that…what? Clark. For God’s sake, Clark. Stop being an idiot.” He hung up because no words would come and he could feel the blood rush from his face. How could he? What was he thinking?
Moments later Lexie called out, “Daddy! Uppies!” and waved her hands—there was a rush of air behind him and Clark was suddenly at his side.
He was scowling, and his hair and clothes looked like he’d flown across the city, which made Lex even angrier.
“Lex, you hung up on me,” he growled.
“You’re right, I did—just a second, Clark.” He calmly picked up Alexandra, and tried to walk past Clark—Clark snagged her out of his arms and gave her a hug. She wrapped her arms around his head and they both turned to Lex.
Lex said, “I called the nanny to take her for a walk. Can you hand me her bag, please, it’s next to the carriage.”
“But you have your coat on—aren’t you taking her?”
Lex just stared at him. “Never mind.” He left the room, when he came back, he was with the nanny and she took a happily waving Lexie away. They waved back with big smiles and then Clark turned to Lex and snapped, “Why did you hang up on me?” and jerked back involuntarily--Lex was practically standing on Clark’s feet, he was that close to him and *completely* furious.
“Why the fuck were you talking to that—that—bitch? Why isn’t she busy with the fucking gallery--”
Clark looked uncomfortable, but said, “She’s home again, she wanted to get in touch with old friends, that’s all.”
“The fuck?” Lex slapped himself on the forehead and whirled away from Clark. He stomped across the room and then swung around to face Clark again. “What the fuck do I pay people for, if not to take care of shit like this?” Lex shouted. “This is your fault Clark—this bitch climbing out of the pit and trying to crawl back into our lives--this idealism of yours is a royal pain in the *ass*.”
Clark started talking faster, nearly babbling. “I’ve been talking to Lois—you know, my partner--and she says I should give Lana a chance to get to know Ri—Lexie.”
Clark was agitated and Lex could see guilt in his eyes and he was so angry it was difficult to stand still and try to listen to his idiot of a husband. Companion. Lover. Shit--whatever. Concentrate.“Your…*partner*…thinks it’s a good idea. I see. But did you ask me? Or was I asleep when you did? Because I don’t *fucking* remember you asking me.”
“Lex—I think she does have a point. And you’re cursing—a lot…”
Clark had the nerve to sound affronted—but just a little, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Lex’s hands clenched into such tight knots his knuckles were white and he fought to gather the shredded strands of his self-control. don’t hit him, you’ll only break your hand… “Clark—for god’s sake, *what* did you tell her?”
“Nothing—I told her Lana was an…an egg donor. And that we—we hired someone else to carry Alexandra. That we hadn’t told her we did use her egg and…um.” Clark stopped and frowned, a deep wrinkle forming between his eyebrows and Lex refused to notice how green his eyes were and how black his lashes. Clark looked a little shame-faced. “It sounded logical when I told her.”
“Why? Why even *talk* to her about it?”
“Because she was asking questions about Lexie—I had to tell her something, you have no idea what Lois is like when she’s got a burr under her blanket—and then out of the blue Lana called me and wanted to get together and –and talking to her I remembered…”
Lex looked at him, his veins felt full of ice water. Remembered what—how much he cared? That some part of him loved her still—maybe wanted her still? Clark’s voice came to him from a distance—he might as well be standing alone in a deep well. “She’ll want to know what happened. Where Alexandra came from. Jesus-- you can’t lie for shit.” He was almost talking to himself now, thinking hard—he had to fix this somehow. “She’ll meet Lois and your stupid story will fall apart and I’ll lose you both.” Tears shimmered in his eyes and Clark stepped closer, hands out.
“Don’t,” he cried, “Lex! Please—you’re over reacting--it’s not that bad--”
“Too many people know, Clark—too many people know the truth. I can control Toby and his crew, your parents and Jordan love you too much to ever hurt you, but *anyone* else is—dangerous and unpredictable.”
He walked away from Clark.
“Lex—Lex, what are you going to do? Lex—Lex! Damn it, come back!”
Lex’s footsteps rang against the marble tile of the corridor. “Don’t ask me Clark,” he whispered, not caring really if he heard him or not. “
This situation—it can only be resolved one way. My way.”
Clark went ahead with the meeting, ignoring the silence, choosing to pretend that everything was fine. He went to work, Lex went to work and Ripley met one or the other of them for lunch every day save this one—the day Clark chose to meet Lana.
He couldn’t explain to Lex why he had to meet her, he wasn’t sure himself. There was something in him that had to see her again. To see the person that started this chain of events. It didn’t matter if he wanted her in his life—he didn’t think he did, really. It was just…she was the beginning, the catalyst for great joy in his life, and even though he had no plans to share any of that with her, some part of him wanted to see…if anything was still there. Any of that feeling that had made him dream about her, want to have sex with her in the first place. Lex might have been the first person he had sex with that he loved, *so much* but Lana was the first he’d ever touched that way….
He stood outside the door of the Persian Room, and regretted the angry impulse that had made him arrange to meet Lana for lunch at a restaurant that was Lex’s and his favorite. He knew full well how Lex would view it—as a slap in the face. And Lex being Lex, that was dangerous….
She was sitting in the booth that Lex and he always sat at—the maitre d’ had automatically reserved the booth when he recognized Clark’s voice. Clark hadn’t expected it and his stomach dropped when he saw Lana at their table. He shivered and thought about the silly saying his dad used when someone got a chill—‘must have been a goose walked on your grave’….
Lunch was a million years long, and Lana was so awfully tedious. He didn’t remember her being quite this…boring. He certainly didn’t remember her being nearly so hamster like, either. There was something about the way she tucked her hair back, the way she nibbled at her lip, he almost expected her to start grooming her whiskers….
He didn’t even get to talk about Ripley because she wanted to know why he was living with Lex and wanted to tell him about her life in Paris, and of course, Lana being Lana, it was equal parts artistic and personal triumph and deep tragedy of the sort that could only occur in *her* life and how lonely and sad she felt—how much she truly needed a real friend.
Or, more precisely, she’d come to know she needed *him*…was there any possibility that he ever thought about her?
Clark answered truthfully that yes, he thought of her. Sometimes, his daughter showed traits she could only have gotten from one or another genetic donor and there were times Lana would flash before his eyes. Yeah, he was curious—had been curious--about her, and now having seen her again, he was even more thankful to be with Lex but Lana was more or less his daughter’s…mother, for lack of a better term.
Still, Clark smiled to himself, Ripley looked more like Lex, with her slate blue eyes and bright red tumble of curls, the same Lex had had in childhood. The resemblance showed too, in her solemn little expression when she was thinking, or trying to figure out some new thing, like buttoning her shirt, or putting on her sneakers, and she was stubborn like him, never giving up, trying over and over until she got it and refusing all help…
He squeaked and jumped. Lana was touching his leg under the table. “Clark, you were a million miles away…what where you thinking about?” She smiled and her smile seemed to say, I know perfectly well what you were thinking about, you big strong man you or, Clark thought, something along those lines.
“Lana, ah…you have to know—Lex is not my room mate. He’s my lover”
For a moment, she looked thrown for a loop, this had obviously not been in her game plan, but she recovered quickly. Her eyes glittered and her lips bowed into a smile. She laughed lightly and her hand fluttered to Clark’s arm. “Oh, Clark, *you’re* not gay. I don’t know how Lex managed to make you think otherwise, but you’re not. You proved that before I left,” she simpered. “I’m sure you’re just—grateful. I’ve heard what he’s done for you, the Daily Planet job, the exclusive contacts. He did the same for me—and I was just as grateful as you are, but that doesn’t make you *gay*.”
Clark frowned and shook his head. “No. It’s not that. And Lex had nothing to do with whatever success I have at the Planet—I’m good at my job. I’m happy living with Lex.”
She smiled, and dipped her head forward, her hair covered her face and she said, “I’m sure you think so, Clark. I thought I was happy with Josh, but I realized, he wasn’t the man I thought he was. And I came to realize, that I’d already been with the man I was meant to be with.”
Clark did his best not to get up and run, he held his smile. “Well, it’s very flattering, I’m sure, but I know *I’m* with the one meant for me. Lex is the man I love, and I am definitely gay.”
Lana dropped the subject with a look in her eye that Clark remembered from the past. He sighed. There was no way she would give up on this easily. He’d have to convince her before…well…before.
After dinner, they parted with Clark’s promise to talk to her at her hotel the next day. She looked almost triumphant, and Clark felt uncomfortable—a faint echo of the feelings he’d had when he was younger and thinking about the one and only time they’d had sex.
He left without looking back, deep in thought….
Ten minutes later she was dead. A hit and run driver struck her down outside her hotel. No witnesses, no cameras, no clues, she died alone on the city street, surrounded by strangers.
Clark was stunned, horrified. But it was an accident and these things happened, no matter how horrible and stunning it was, they happened every day to thousands of people, he told himself that over and over--it was a horrible accident.
That same evening, after the Persian Room had closed for the day and the owner and staff were gone, the restaurant burned to the ground.
Clark moved out the next day.
TBC
(a working title)
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:2
Summary: This is a warning—in this bit Lana gets trashed. The slighlty annoying bits of her personality are somewhat exaggerrated for dramatic effect. And because personally, I’m not wild about her. But I seldom mistreat her, so…hey, except for that one time, remember, when I turned her into a psychic vampire bitch from hell…heh. Good times, good times…um-—story?
“Clark—can you explain to me why Lana called today—called expecting to speak to you? She seemed shocked that we were roommates. Yes, that was how she put it--room mates. Where did she get that idea, I wonder?” Lex was incredibly angry, but he fastened Lexie’s jacket with the same gentle care he always took with her and shifted her diaper bag to his shoulder. He stared thoughtfully down at her little boots, and wondered why he just hadn’t taken care of Lana permanently in Paris.
Sentiment. Sentiment was a danger. That was a lesson Lionel tried many times to teach him, one that sadly he’d failed to learn. Sentiment got you nowhere and caused headaches and problems in the long run. He sighed and knelt again to adjust the zippers on Lexie’s boots.
“Gookie Monster! Gookies…” she crowed and kicked her feet upwards to see the blue shapes on her boot toes better. Lex looked down at her and his heart flipped. He felt a chill as he stared down at the satanic looking blue monsters on her toes—they appeared to be eating their own hands…he shivered. Something bad was coming, something horribly bad….
He grabbed the earpiece back when Lexie pulled it off and said, “What? I didn’t hear that…what? Clark. For God’s sake, Clark. Stop being an idiot.” He hung up because no words would come and he could feel the blood rush from his face. How could he? What was he thinking?
Moments later Lexie called out, “Daddy! Uppies!” and waved her hands—there was a rush of air behind him and Clark was suddenly at his side.
He was scowling, and his hair and clothes looked like he’d flown across the city, which made Lex even angrier.
“Lex, you hung up on me,” he growled.
“You’re right, I did—just a second, Clark.” He calmly picked up Alexandra, and tried to walk past Clark—Clark snagged her out of his arms and gave her a hug. She wrapped her arms around his head and they both turned to Lex.
Lex said, “I called the nanny to take her for a walk. Can you hand me her bag, please, it’s next to the carriage.”
“But you have your coat on—aren’t you taking her?”
Lex just stared at him. “Never mind.” He left the room, when he came back, he was with the nanny and she took a happily waving Lexie away. They waved back with big smiles and then Clark turned to Lex and snapped, “Why did you hang up on me?” and jerked back involuntarily--Lex was practically standing on Clark’s feet, he was that close to him and *completely* furious.
“Why the fuck were you talking to that—that—bitch? Why isn’t she busy with the fucking gallery--”
Clark looked uncomfortable, but said, “She’s home again, she wanted to get in touch with old friends, that’s all.”
“The fuck?” Lex slapped himself on the forehead and whirled away from Clark. He stomped across the room and then swung around to face Clark again. “What the fuck do I pay people for, if not to take care of shit like this?” Lex shouted. “This is your fault Clark—this bitch climbing out of the pit and trying to crawl back into our lives--this idealism of yours is a royal pain in the *ass*.”
Clark started talking faster, nearly babbling. “I’ve been talking to Lois—you know, my partner--and she says I should give Lana a chance to get to know Ri—Lexie.”
Clark was agitated and Lex could see guilt in his eyes and he was so angry it was difficult to stand still and try to listen to his idiot of a husband. Companion. Lover. Shit--whatever. Concentrate.“Your…*partner*…thinks it’s a good idea. I see. But did you ask me? Or was I asleep when you did? Because I don’t *fucking* remember you asking me.”
“Lex—I think she does have a point. And you’re cursing—a lot…”
Clark had the nerve to sound affronted—but just a little, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Lex’s hands clenched into such tight knots his knuckles were white and he fought to gather the shredded strands of his self-control. don’t hit him, you’ll only break your hand… “Clark—for god’s sake, *what* did you tell her?”
“Nothing—I told her Lana was an…an egg donor. And that we—we hired someone else to carry Alexandra. That we hadn’t told her we did use her egg and…um.” Clark stopped and frowned, a deep wrinkle forming between his eyebrows and Lex refused to notice how green his eyes were and how black his lashes. Clark looked a little shame-faced. “It sounded logical when I told her.”
“Why? Why even *talk* to her about it?”
“Because she was asking questions about Lexie—I had to tell her something, you have no idea what Lois is like when she’s got a burr under her blanket—and then out of the blue Lana called me and wanted to get together and –and talking to her I remembered…”
Lex looked at him, his veins felt full of ice water. Remembered what—how much he cared? That some part of him loved her still—maybe wanted her still? Clark’s voice came to him from a distance—he might as well be standing alone in a deep well. “She’ll want to know what happened. Where Alexandra came from. Jesus-- you can’t lie for shit.” He was almost talking to himself now, thinking hard—he had to fix this somehow. “She’ll meet Lois and your stupid story will fall apart and I’ll lose you both.” Tears shimmered in his eyes and Clark stepped closer, hands out.
“Don’t,” he cried, “Lex! Please—you’re over reacting--it’s not that bad--”
“Too many people know, Clark—too many people know the truth. I can control Toby and his crew, your parents and Jordan love you too much to ever hurt you, but *anyone* else is—dangerous and unpredictable.”
He walked away from Clark.
“Lex—Lex, what are you going to do? Lex—Lex! Damn it, come back!”
Lex’s footsteps rang against the marble tile of the corridor. “Don’t ask me Clark,” he whispered, not caring really if he heard him or not. “
This situation—it can only be resolved one way. My way.”
Clark went ahead with the meeting, ignoring the silence, choosing to pretend that everything was fine. He went to work, Lex went to work and Ripley met one or the other of them for lunch every day save this one—the day Clark chose to meet Lana.
He couldn’t explain to Lex why he had to meet her, he wasn’t sure himself. There was something in him that had to see her again. To see the person that started this chain of events. It didn’t matter if he wanted her in his life—he didn’t think he did, really. It was just…she was the beginning, the catalyst for great joy in his life, and even though he had no plans to share any of that with her, some part of him wanted to see…if anything was still there. Any of that feeling that had made him dream about her, want to have sex with her in the first place. Lex might have been the first person he had sex with that he loved, *so much* but Lana was the first he’d ever touched that way….
He stood outside the door of the Persian Room, and regretted the angry impulse that had made him arrange to meet Lana for lunch at a restaurant that was Lex’s and his favorite. He knew full well how Lex would view it—as a slap in the face. And Lex being Lex, that was dangerous….
She was sitting in the booth that Lex and he always sat at—the maitre d’ had automatically reserved the booth when he recognized Clark’s voice. Clark hadn’t expected it and his stomach dropped when he saw Lana at their table. He shivered and thought about the silly saying his dad used when someone got a chill—‘must have been a goose walked on your grave’….
Lunch was a million years long, and Lana was so awfully tedious. He didn’t remember her being quite this…boring. He certainly didn’t remember her being nearly so hamster like, either. There was something about the way she tucked her hair back, the way she nibbled at her lip, he almost expected her to start grooming her whiskers….
He didn’t even get to talk about Ripley because she wanted to know why he was living with Lex and wanted to tell him about her life in Paris, and of course, Lana being Lana, it was equal parts artistic and personal triumph and deep tragedy of the sort that could only occur in *her* life and how lonely and sad she felt—how much she truly needed a real friend.
Or, more precisely, she’d come to know she needed *him*…was there any possibility that he ever thought about her?
Clark answered truthfully that yes, he thought of her. Sometimes, his daughter showed traits she could only have gotten from one or another genetic donor and there were times Lana would flash before his eyes. Yeah, he was curious—had been curious--about her, and now having seen her again, he was even more thankful to be with Lex but Lana was more or less his daughter’s…mother, for lack of a better term.
Still, Clark smiled to himself, Ripley looked more like Lex, with her slate blue eyes and bright red tumble of curls, the same Lex had had in childhood. The resemblance showed too, in her solemn little expression when she was thinking, or trying to figure out some new thing, like buttoning her shirt, or putting on her sneakers, and she was stubborn like him, never giving up, trying over and over until she got it and refusing all help…
He squeaked and jumped. Lana was touching his leg under the table. “Clark, you were a million miles away…what where you thinking about?” She smiled and her smile seemed to say, I know perfectly well what you were thinking about, you big strong man you or, Clark thought, something along those lines.
“Lana, ah…you have to know—Lex is not my room mate. He’s my lover”
For a moment, she looked thrown for a loop, this had obviously not been in her game plan, but she recovered quickly. Her eyes glittered and her lips bowed into a smile. She laughed lightly and her hand fluttered to Clark’s arm. “Oh, Clark, *you’re* not gay. I don’t know how Lex managed to make you think otherwise, but you’re not. You proved that before I left,” she simpered. “I’m sure you’re just—grateful. I’ve heard what he’s done for you, the Daily Planet job, the exclusive contacts. He did the same for me—and I was just as grateful as you are, but that doesn’t make you *gay*.”
Clark frowned and shook his head. “No. It’s not that. And Lex had nothing to do with whatever success I have at the Planet—I’m good at my job. I’m happy living with Lex.”
She smiled, and dipped her head forward, her hair covered her face and she said, “I’m sure you think so, Clark. I thought I was happy with Josh, but I realized, he wasn’t the man I thought he was. And I came to realize, that I’d already been with the man I was meant to be with.”
Clark did his best not to get up and run, he held his smile. “Well, it’s very flattering, I’m sure, but I know *I’m* with the one meant for me. Lex is the man I love, and I am definitely gay.”
Lana dropped the subject with a look in her eye that Clark remembered from the past. He sighed. There was no way she would give up on this easily. He’d have to convince her before…well…before.
After dinner, they parted with Clark’s promise to talk to her at her hotel the next day. She looked almost triumphant, and Clark felt uncomfortable—a faint echo of the feelings he’d had when he was younger and thinking about the one and only time they’d had sex.
He left without looking back, deep in thought….
Ten minutes later she was dead. A hit and run driver struck her down outside her hotel. No witnesses, no cameras, no clues, she died alone on the city street, surrounded by strangers.
Clark was stunned, horrified. But it was an accident and these things happened, no matter how horrible and stunning it was, they happened every day to thousands of people, he told himself that over and over--it was a horrible accident.
That same evening, after the Persian Room had closed for the day and the owner and staff were gone, the restaurant burned to the ground.
Clark moved out the next day.
TBC
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6/30/06 05:42 am (UTC)Poor Clark.
Poor Lex.
*bawls like a baby*
I hope they can be happy again... *sniff*
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6/30/06 06:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
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6/30/06 06:02 am (UTC)I suppose I should be said for Lex and Clark, but mostly I just thought this was hilarious.
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6/30/06 06:12 am (UTC)occasionally, he gives in to his drama queen side--but he was *really* pissed. The flattening of Lana was business, torching the restaurant was pique. *G*
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6/30/06 06:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/30/06 06:14 am (UTC)I'm so glad your reaction is the same!
All will be explained. Moer or less....
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6/30/06 06:11 am (UTC)I'm speachless.
They'll work it out, won't they? Please?
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6/30/06 06:15 am (UTC)Tsk! Would I be that cruel?
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6/30/06 07:49 am (UTC)*hugs*
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7/1/06 05:43 am (UTC)The planners are planning. *G*
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7/1/06 05:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/30/06 11:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/1/06 05:44 am (UTC)good, good, I'm glad you liked!
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6/30/06 12:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/1/06 05:45 am (UTC)Working on it!!
*hides*
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6/30/06 02:33 pm (UTC)Lex went all LEX LU-THOR.
See, that's the kinda shit that happens when you mess with Lex's man.
I'm not going to make any jokes about a squirrel getting hit by a car. Nope.
Lana? Lana who?
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7/1/06 05:46 am (UTC)You, you make me smile, you!
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6/30/06 02:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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6/30/06 03:32 pm (UTC)Can't wait to read more! ;)
Loved the bit with Lana as a hamster! So true!
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7/1/06 05:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
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7/1/06 05:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/30/06 04:54 pm (UTC)Ahem... I guess it's best not to get Lex mad huh...
Ten minutes later she was dead. A hit and run driver struck her down outside her hotel. No witnesses, no cameras, no clues, she died alone on the city street, surrounded by strangers.
Clark was stunned, horrified. But it was an accident and these things happened, no matter how horrible and stunning it was, they happened every day to thousands of people, he told himself that over and over--it was a horrible accident.
That same evening, after the Persian Room had closed for the day and the owner and staff were gone, the restaurant burned to the ground.
- I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I hate to think that Lex did this - needed to do this - but really for all our well beings Lana needed to die.
Clark moved out the next day.
- 1. you forgot -- ..and took Lexie with him
- 2. I look forward to seeing how Lex gets his family back.
- 3. Lexie's parents really are Just Unbelievably Dumb
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7/1/06 05:52 am (UTC)*nods* So very very dumb. Frighteningly so.
*grin*
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6/30/06 05:16 pm (UTC)::is kinda dead::
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7/1/06 05:53 am (UTC)Next part coming up soon!
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6/30/06 05:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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6/30/06 06:13 pm (UTC)You are *evol*.
But Lana, she was *more* evol.
Yay, Lex!
*whaps him*
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7/1/06 05:55 am (UTC)He's such a noodge.
*hugs him*
Gotta love the murderous little goof.
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6/30/06 06:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/1/06 05:55 am (UTC)Okee dokee! *G*
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6/30/06 08:00 pm (UTC)Make it better .... please??
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7/1/06 05:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
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7/1/06 05:57 am (UTC)Tchah--come on now!
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7/1/06 07:43 pm (UTC)::blinks some more::
I swear the last page nearly fell from my hand when I read it. It was like being suckerpunched. *I* was Clark for a moment. I can't believe it, no, no, no can't be. Lex wouldn't...no---would he??
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7/2/06 08:20 pm (UTC)perfect princess is dead!!!
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7/4/06 09:41 pm (UTC)Yes, poor thing, gone forever. :)
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7/4/06 09:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/4/06 08:46 pm (UTC)Wait, these are the idiots that let their planet blow-up rather than listen to Jor-EL!
I totally agree with Lex for flattening Lana, and I understand dimly about the Persian room. Torching it was a bit over the top, but he was never going to darken its doors again and certainly never sit in that booth again...so why let anybody else. Hope he relocated the staff and chef with bonuses.
Again, Clark has sawdust for brains. Loving this, more please, and a happy ending.
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7/4/06 09:47 pm (UTC)