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Deal part 3
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Adam/Clark
Rating: 1
warning--yes, yes, i know...anyway after this bit, the coming bits can be a little uncomfortable for the soft of heart. Not too bad mind you, nothing that makes me uncomfortable but... *shrug*
parts of Deal
Adam called him from Metropolis a few days later, to meet for their lunch date. Clark thought about waiting for school to end. If he skipped again, he’d be on suspension…and he decided he just didn’t give a shit. He left school, walked out the door and ran to the city. He made it in less than ten minutes.
Adam looked up and jumped—“holy fuck—I just called you—what the fuck are you doing here?” He looked angry, but Clark grinned. He wasn’t fooled; he was getting to know what Adam’s various frowns and scowls meant. He moved around the big leather couch Adam was sprawled on and smiled down at the older boy. He was getting to be an expert in ‘Adam’, probably only Lex knew—had known him--as well.
Adam frowned as he looked up at Clark. “What? What’s so funny?” He tried to shut the laptop quickly as Clark came close.
“Homework—or porn, you freak?” He grabbed the screen and yanked it around, and found himself looking at a slideshow featuring Lex Luthor. Picture after picture of smiling Lex, growling Lex, Lex relaxed and elegant in a suit, Lex at a lakeside somewhere obviously not the United States, in a cabin… Lex looking odd in jeans and a flannel shirt, obviously a little tipsy and sad even though he was smiling, at an amusement park eating a hotdog with a bemused expression…Lex naked, exposed, unembarrassed…Clark glanced at Adam, and he was blushing and scowling. He glanced at Clark, and Clark marveled at how easily he cried. Adam was so tough, so—so *not* soft and yet.
He looked back at the screen. God, some of the pictures of Lex were making him a little hard. He almost turned away again but the latest picture was of Lex, nude, in bed and sleeping—just sleeping. He looked like a little kid, so sweet, so small, needing to be protected. Adam touched his arm and said, “I’m not sure if you want to hear this—or need to hear it—but I’m sorry,” and Clark knew what he meant.
“Don’t be, he needed someone. I’m glad it was you.”
Adam moved over, and Clark sat next to him, and they ran through the pictures again. “Did Lex talk about me?” he asked and Adam sighed.
“Yes, he talked about you. He talked about you a lot. He…he was kind of obsessed with you, I guess.” He shrugged, looked at Clark and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “I’m beginning to get it.”
Clark blushed and stood, walked over the far wall. He looked out over the city; lights were beginning to flicker on here and there. “You know, Lex wanted something from me I thought I couldn’t give him. I was wrong.” He turned to Adam. “I can’t give it to him, but I can give it to you.”
Adam looked at him quizzically. “Clark? What’s going on…”
Clark sat with Adam again, and took his hand. “I don’t have anyone else in the world but you, and I need you to know this. I’m not normal. Not like you or Lex, or…anyone.”
Adam smiled, his head tilted to catch Clark’s eyes. “Clark, buddy—everyone feels like that. You start to grow out of it by the time you hit nineteen, trust me—fuck!”
He jumped back as Clark reappeared at the windows—and then at the door—and then in front of him. “Mother fuck! How are you doing that?” he yelled.
Clark said, “Watch.” He stared at Adam, and Adam saw, without any doubt, that Clark’s eyes turned yellow, and then swirled and were red, Clark turned his head and Adam swore he saw a shimmer in the air, like the air over hot blacktop, and a few papers on Lex glass desk burst into flame and to ash.
“Shit! Did you do that?”
Clark nodded. “I’m an alien.” He waited, ready to…to bolt, to collapse. Whatever.
Adam stared at him. “This has to do with that thing that bugged Lex all the time. He…he thought he was different too…but you’re really.” He swallowed hard. “You’re really not human? What—why are you here?”
Clark shook his head. “I don’t know. I came here as baby. My parents, my biological parents sent me here and I don’t know why. I do know that the day I fell to earth, meteorites fell too—they smashed things and killed people, and kept on hurting people long after. They changed people, and I guess they must have changed Lex too, if that’s what he’s thinking.”
Adam stared coldly at Clark, his mouth working. “He. He was going to Metropolis to talk to someone about it—about the changes taking place in his body. I think he was scared. I think he thought that they might become, I don’t know, dangerous—that *he* might become dangerous.” He drew away from Clark. “He was afraid—because of *you*….”
Clark felt sick, horrified. He’d damaged Lex. His coming had changed him, hurt him, and he’d died trying to get answer and it was his fault. Clark gasped. It was his fault Lex died. Adam was staring at him, eyes full of hate, and he couldn’t stand it—he ran.
continued in 3a
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Adam/Clark
Rating: 1
warning--yes, yes, i know...anyway after this bit, the coming bits can be a little uncomfortable for the soft of heart. Not too bad mind you, nothing that makes me uncomfortable but... *shrug*
parts of Deal
Adam called him from Metropolis a few days later, to meet for their lunch date. Clark thought about waiting for school to end. If he skipped again, he’d be on suspension…and he decided he just didn’t give a shit. He left school, walked out the door and ran to the city. He made it in less than ten minutes.
Adam looked up and jumped—“holy fuck—I just called you—what the fuck are you doing here?” He looked angry, but Clark grinned. He wasn’t fooled; he was getting to know what Adam’s various frowns and scowls meant. He moved around the big leather couch Adam was sprawled on and smiled down at the older boy. He was getting to be an expert in ‘Adam’, probably only Lex knew—had known him--as well.
Adam frowned as he looked up at Clark. “What? What’s so funny?” He tried to shut the laptop quickly as Clark came close.
“Homework—or porn, you freak?” He grabbed the screen and yanked it around, and found himself looking at a slideshow featuring Lex Luthor. Picture after picture of smiling Lex, growling Lex, Lex relaxed and elegant in a suit, Lex at a lakeside somewhere obviously not the United States, in a cabin… Lex looking odd in jeans and a flannel shirt, obviously a little tipsy and sad even though he was smiling, at an amusement park eating a hotdog with a bemused expression…Lex naked, exposed, unembarrassed…Clark glanced at Adam, and he was blushing and scowling. He glanced at Clark, and Clark marveled at how easily he cried. Adam was so tough, so—so *not* soft and yet.
He looked back at the screen. God, some of the pictures of Lex were making him a little hard. He almost turned away again but the latest picture was of Lex, nude, in bed and sleeping—just sleeping. He looked like a little kid, so sweet, so small, needing to be protected. Adam touched his arm and said, “I’m not sure if you want to hear this—or need to hear it—but I’m sorry,” and Clark knew what he meant.
“Don’t be, he needed someone. I’m glad it was you.”
Adam moved over, and Clark sat next to him, and they ran through the pictures again. “Did Lex talk about me?” he asked and Adam sighed.
“Yes, he talked about you. He talked about you a lot. He…he was kind of obsessed with you, I guess.” He shrugged, looked at Clark and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “I’m beginning to get it.”
Clark blushed and stood, walked over the far wall. He looked out over the city; lights were beginning to flicker on here and there. “You know, Lex wanted something from me I thought I couldn’t give him. I was wrong.” He turned to Adam. “I can’t give it to him, but I can give it to you.”
Adam looked at him quizzically. “Clark? What’s going on…”
Clark sat with Adam again, and took his hand. “I don’t have anyone else in the world but you, and I need you to know this. I’m not normal. Not like you or Lex, or…anyone.”
Adam smiled, his head tilted to catch Clark’s eyes. “Clark, buddy—everyone feels like that. You start to grow out of it by the time you hit nineteen, trust me—fuck!”
He jumped back as Clark reappeared at the windows—and then at the door—and then in front of him. “Mother fuck! How are you doing that?” he yelled.
Clark said, “Watch.” He stared at Adam, and Adam saw, without any doubt, that Clark’s eyes turned yellow, and then swirled and were red, Clark turned his head and Adam swore he saw a shimmer in the air, like the air over hot blacktop, and a few papers on Lex glass desk burst into flame and to ash.
“Shit! Did you do that?”
Clark nodded. “I’m an alien.” He waited, ready to…to bolt, to collapse. Whatever.
Adam stared at him. “This has to do with that thing that bugged Lex all the time. He…he thought he was different too…but you’re really.” He swallowed hard. “You’re really not human? What—why are you here?”
Clark shook his head. “I don’t know. I came here as baby. My parents, my biological parents sent me here and I don’t know why. I do know that the day I fell to earth, meteorites fell too—they smashed things and killed people, and kept on hurting people long after. They changed people, and I guess they must have changed Lex too, if that’s what he’s thinking.”
Adam stared coldly at Clark, his mouth working. “He. He was going to Metropolis to talk to someone about it—about the changes taking place in his body. I think he was scared. I think he thought that they might become, I don’t know, dangerous—that *he* might become dangerous.” He drew away from Clark. “He was afraid—because of *you*….”
Clark felt sick, horrified. He’d damaged Lex. His coming had changed him, hurt him, and he’d died trying to get answer and it was his fault. Clark gasped. It was his fault Lex died. Adam was staring at him, eyes full of hate, and he couldn’t stand it—he ran.
continued in 3a