Deal part 2E
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roxyTitle: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Adam and Clark
Rating: 2
previous parts of Deal
Dad stared at him. His eyes were wide and shocked and Clark figured his were the same. They were in the elevator, headed to the lobby, a little shell-shocked group, silent, staring, all of them just—shocked.
Except Adam. Adam was livid.
“How dare he? How dare he leave all of that...to me? What the hell was he thinking? Bastard.” He grit out, and then, “Sorry, that was rude.”
Mom assured him she understood, and Dad just kind of carefully pat his shoulder. Clark felt the earth tipping under him again. Why did Lex do that? Lex had left everything, everything to Adam, the money, his properties…everything. “At the event of my death, assuming I am unmarried and without children, I name Adam Knight my sole beneficiary.”
Adam had leaped out of his chair, pissed as hell and yelling, Mr. Luthor had yelled some too. Clark shook his head, remembering, what a wild scene…and then the kicker—seems Lex had owned the castle, and for some reason, wanted Clark to have it. Clark still couldn’t understand. Neither had his parents, not judging by the way they looked at him and… there was something in those looks, something bordering on…unclean. It made him want to yell at them. It was also a preview, he figured, of what he was going to be going through. If his parents thought the castle was some sort of reward, a thank you for—for…whatever was going through their minds, then what was Smallville in general going to think?
Right. He was in trouble for sure.
Besides, technically, the castle wasn’t his yet, not until he was eighteen. Adam had all of it until then but it was plain to see he didn’t want any of it.
Out of politeness he’d invited them to the penthouse that now belonged to him, and they’d just as politely declined. Clark watched him get into the limo that, as of this day, belonged to him. The driver, who was now his employee, was quietly deferential as he opened the door for Adam and for some reason, Clark felt horribly bad for the kid. There was one lonely guy, he thought, Lex was probably all Adam had had.
And as the weeks crawled by, it began to feel like Lex’d been all Clark had had too. Everything Clark feared the day the will was read came true. People stared when they saw him, conversation stopped when he walked by. Whispers floated all around him and after the first hundred times, he fought hard not to hear.
Even Mom and Dad were sucked up into the god-awful gossip. There were times Dad came back from town, red-faced and angry, furious about something some one had tried to imply. “Don’t even think about it son, I’m not,” but he was, Clark could see it in his eyes, when he thought he wasn’t looking, when his parents exchanged a glace. Wondering. Wanting to ask, even after he’d assured them that no, there were nothing to the rumors. He didn’t tell them that he was sorry that was the truth. They didn’t need to know.
After a while, he just stopped trying to fit in. it was easier and easier to keep to himself. The friends he’d begun to lose, were now gone completely.
*****
Clark walked along the access road between the planted fields, taking the shortcut to school. He’d been just too damn tired to take the bus and deal with a fresh round of ‘Clark the fag’. He looked heavenward and frowned, then…grinned, just a little.
Yeah. Thanks a lot, buddy. He wished for the thousandth time that Lex hadn’t done what he did. What the hell—had he *really* had no idea what it would look like to leave Clark the castle? He laughed to himself and crunched along in the dusty gravel, glanced at the endless rows of new corn. Frigging corn everywhere. He was getting tired of every damn thing about life in Smallville—*Small*-ville, that was the trouble. It was too damn small and everyone thought they knew all about everyone else. Maybe if he showed them what he could do, they wouldn’t worry so much about who he was or wasn’t fucking, if they had to worry whether he’d snap them in half like twigs—or turn them into charcoal…he stopped in his tracks, stood perfectly still before he shuddered all over and a wave of nausea rolled through his gut...he felt sick, horrified at the turn his thoughts had taken.
What the hell was he thinking? What in the hell was he *thinking*?
He turned around and ran home and went straight to his room. He locked his door, leaned against it and stared at the pictures of Lex, feeling sick inside. He couldn’t live his life this way—friendless, angry all the time, sad all the time. He needed someone, someone who might understand---
He called Adam.
“What is it, Clark? I’m kind of busy right now.”
Clark almost hung up at that moment but waited. “I hoped that…we could talk…because you’re the only one who might understand what’s happening to me.”
“Am I? And just what is that’s happening, Clark? Are you being hounded by Lex’s father and his fucking team of killer lawyers? Are you trying to find the right people to help you run a business you have no idea about? Are you trying to do that and finish school and avoid gossip and gold-diggers and the press and…tell me, what’s happening to *you*, Clark?”
“Nothing,” he said quietly. “Nothing’s happening to me. I’m sorry I bothered you,” and he hung up. He ground his palms against his eyes and sighed shakily. That had been stupid. The press had long since lost interest in a big dumb kid from the sticks, but Adam…well, sure, that was different. He’d been an idiot…the phone rang and he answered it, hesitantly—lately answering the phone hadn’t been a pleasant experience. “Hello?”
“Its me. I’m sorry. Would you like to get together for lunch?”
“I—yeah, if it’s okay. I guess. Sure.”
“Good. Be ready around twelve.”
Typical of Adam, he hung up without a good bye. Clark wondered if he was as rude to Lex too—had been as rude, and the familiar ache tightened his chest. He was glad that he’d offered lunch, though. He really needed to talk. He didn’t bother asking his mom or dad for permission. As long as he finished his chores, he figured what else he did was his business---they didn’t believe anything he said anyway, so why bother. They’d probably figure him and Adam were having sex. Clark frowned hard, reaching for anger, so sadness wouldn’t swamp him. He didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. He had his own life—hell he owned a damn castle—who could tell him anything? He managed to smile.
Tomorrow, it would be better. In fact, tomorrow would be the start of a better life, period. This little shit town was about to see a new Clark.
continued in part 2F
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Adam and Clark
Rating: 2
previous parts of Deal
Dad stared at him. His eyes were wide and shocked and Clark figured his were the same. They were in the elevator, headed to the lobby, a little shell-shocked group, silent, staring, all of them just—shocked.
Except Adam. Adam was livid.
“How dare he? How dare he leave all of that...to me? What the hell was he thinking? Bastard.” He grit out, and then, “Sorry, that was rude.”
Mom assured him she understood, and Dad just kind of carefully pat his shoulder. Clark felt the earth tipping under him again. Why did Lex do that? Lex had left everything, everything to Adam, the money, his properties…everything. “At the event of my death, assuming I am unmarried and without children, I name Adam Knight my sole beneficiary.”
Adam had leaped out of his chair, pissed as hell and yelling, Mr. Luthor had yelled some too. Clark shook his head, remembering, what a wild scene…and then the kicker—seems Lex had owned the castle, and for some reason, wanted Clark to have it. Clark still couldn’t understand. Neither had his parents, not judging by the way they looked at him and… there was something in those looks, something bordering on…unclean. It made him want to yell at them. It was also a preview, he figured, of what he was going to be going through. If his parents thought the castle was some sort of reward, a thank you for—for…whatever was going through their minds, then what was Smallville in general going to think?
Right. He was in trouble for sure.
Besides, technically, the castle wasn’t his yet, not until he was eighteen. Adam had all of it until then but it was plain to see he didn’t want any of it.
Out of politeness he’d invited them to the penthouse that now belonged to him, and they’d just as politely declined. Clark watched him get into the limo that, as of this day, belonged to him. The driver, who was now his employee, was quietly deferential as he opened the door for Adam and for some reason, Clark felt horribly bad for the kid. There was one lonely guy, he thought, Lex was probably all Adam had had.
And as the weeks crawled by, it began to feel like Lex’d been all Clark had had too. Everything Clark feared the day the will was read came true. People stared when they saw him, conversation stopped when he walked by. Whispers floated all around him and after the first hundred times, he fought hard not to hear.
Even Mom and Dad were sucked up into the god-awful gossip. There were times Dad came back from town, red-faced and angry, furious about something some one had tried to imply. “Don’t even think about it son, I’m not,” but he was, Clark could see it in his eyes, when he thought he wasn’t looking, when his parents exchanged a glace. Wondering. Wanting to ask, even after he’d assured them that no, there were nothing to the rumors. He didn’t tell them that he was sorry that was the truth. They didn’t need to know.
After a while, he just stopped trying to fit in. it was easier and easier to keep to himself. The friends he’d begun to lose, were now gone completely.
*****
Clark walked along the access road between the planted fields, taking the shortcut to school. He’d been just too damn tired to take the bus and deal with a fresh round of ‘Clark the fag’. He looked heavenward and frowned, then…grinned, just a little.
Yeah. Thanks a lot, buddy. He wished for the thousandth time that Lex hadn’t done what he did. What the hell—had he *really* had no idea what it would look like to leave Clark the castle? He laughed to himself and crunched along in the dusty gravel, glanced at the endless rows of new corn. Frigging corn everywhere. He was getting tired of every damn thing about life in Smallville—*Small*-ville, that was the trouble. It was too damn small and everyone thought they knew all about everyone else. Maybe if he showed them what he could do, they wouldn’t worry so much about who he was or wasn’t fucking, if they had to worry whether he’d snap them in half like twigs—or turn them into charcoal…he stopped in his tracks, stood perfectly still before he shuddered all over and a wave of nausea rolled through his gut...he felt sick, horrified at the turn his thoughts had taken.
What the hell was he thinking? What in the hell was he *thinking*?
He turned around and ran home and went straight to his room. He locked his door, leaned against it and stared at the pictures of Lex, feeling sick inside. He couldn’t live his life this way—friendless, angry all the time, sad all the time. He needed someone, someone who might understand---
He called Adam.
“What is it, Clark? I’m kind of busy right now.”
Clark almost hung up at that moment but waited. “I hoped that…we could talk…because you’re the only one who might understand what’s happening to me.”
“Am I? And just what is that’s happening, Clark? Are you being hounded by Lex’s father and his fucking team of killer lawyers? Are you trying to find the right people to help you run a business you have no idea about? Are you trying to do that and finish school and avoid gossip and gold-diggers and the press and…tell me, what’s happening to *you*, Clark?”
“Nothing,” he said quietly. “Nothing’s happening to me. I’m sorry I bothered you,” and he hung up. He ground his palms against his eyes and sighed shakily. That had been stupid. The press had long since lost interest in a big dumb kid from the sticks, but Adam…well, sure, that was different. He’d been an idiot…the phone rang and he answered it, hesitantly—lately answering the phone hadn’t been a pleasant experience. “Hello?”
“Its me. I’m sorry. Would you like to get together for lunch?”
“I—yeah, if it’s okay. I guess. Sure.”
“Good. Be ready around twelve.”
Typical of Adam, he hung up without a good bye. Clark wondered if he was as rude to Lex too—had been as rude, and the familiar ache tightened his chest. He was glad that he’d offered lunch, though. He really needed to talk. He didn’t bother asking his mom or dad for permission. As long as he finished his chores, he figured what else he did was his business---they didn’t believe anything he said anyway, so why bother. They’d probably figure him and Adam were having sex. Clark frowned hard, reaching for anger, so sadness wouldn’t swamp him. He didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. He had his own life—hell he owned a damn castle—who could tell him anything? He managed to smile.
Tomorrow, it would be better. In fact, tomorrow would be the start of a better life, period. This little shit town was about to see a new Clark.
continued in part 2F
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8/19/06 05:03 am (UTC)Ok.
*goes off to read it*
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8/19/06 05:11 am (UTC)And Adam, I love Adam. *I* *LOVE* *ADAM*
(means don't kill him, please)
;D
I miss Lex, though.
*pouts*
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8/19/06 05:25 am (UTC)Adam seriously rocks, and I want to see the new Clark.
And you really convey the harrassment that can happen to people in a small town. I hope you post more for us soon, because well...
I really like it, even if it makes me really sad. ;)
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8/19/06 05:40 am (UTC)p.s. Happy Birthday!!!
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8/19/06 09:21 am (UTC)For some reason, I love that he's the owner of the castle. That's a cool idea.
I'm eager to see what's going to happen between Clark and Adam. And of course, when and how Lex will be back into their lifes (which I'm sure he will!)
Great job, as always!
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8/19/06 12:20 pm (UTC)*pouts*
It's been seemingly months since he "died"... Is Clark going to find out what happened to him?
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8/19/06 02:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/19/06 03:42 pm (UTC)You evol thing.
*bounce*
More!more!
*yis, fangrrrling you*
:)
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8/19/06 09:43 pm (UTC)This can't be as easy as it appears...
Waiting for the proverbial sh!t to hit the fan. :)