Deal part 4b
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roxyTitle: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clark/Adam
Rating: 5
This bit is ugly and deserves a warning in my opinion, hence the rating.
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norwich36
Two days passed, two days with no food. Lex paced his room, drinking water to try and stem the rising gnawing tidal wave of hunger, hunger, clawing at him, dragging him under….
He paced and paced, he rolled in the blankets on the bed and tried to sleep thorough the pain, but it rousted him out of bed again. He moved, he drank water; he curled around his pillow and chewed the cotton cover. He was hungry. No, he was *hungry*. He’d never felt hunger like this before. He became light-headed, and a few times he’d gone into the kitchen and smashed his fists against the glass wall, punching and punching until blood smeared the glass, screamed at it. “I’m, hungry! Hungry, you fuck!”
The fifth day, he lay on the carpet, and felt his stomach press against his backbone, the pain was happening to someone else, someone far, far away. He daydreamed about food, meals he’d had, meals he wanted to have…food.
The door opened and the rich smell of food assaulted his nose. The odor of food made his mouth water so violently, he drooled before he could stop himself. The roar of his stomach would have been embarrassing to him in his former life, however for the last few days, he’d listened to it as a way to tell he wasn’t dead.
The cart sat, covered with glittering containers of food, wafting the scent of life through the room and Lex eyed it like a poisonous snake.
If there was one thing he’d learned in his new life, it was that nothing came easy, or free.
Mr. Hati spoke calmly to Lex as he scrambled to sit upright. He smiled down at him, said, “The point of this exercise was—there is no point. Well, apart from the little lesson that you’re mine. And, because I like watching you.” He unzipped as he walked closer to Lex. “I’m your god, you could say. I’m the All-father, as far as you’re concerned.” He pulled his dick from the folds of his pants and smiled.
“Now, I want you to suck me.”
Lex’s stomach flipped, and a dry rustle of nausea swept up his throat. Hati came nearer, and the huge gnawing craving for food made the musky scent of Mr. Hati’s flesh…delicious. His mouth watered, his eyes watered. Lex eyed the clear drop of fluid suspended in the slit of the red smooth plum of his dickhead and his tongue slid out before he could think, and lapped it into his mouth. He hissed, groaned, as salt burst in his mouth like an attack. Suddenly he was desperate for it, he sucked and sucked, drank pre-come like ambrosia, he whimpered and moaned, and his stomach growled….
Hati gasped and grabbed Lex’s head, and fucked Lex’s mouth without regard to his ability to breath around the column of flesh trying to wedge in his throat. Lex sucked hard, until the dick in his mouth pulsed, swelled and pumped come straight down his throat. He barely needed to swallow, it was so hard, so violent…Hati pulled out and Lex sat still for a moment, trying to taste what his stomach told him was food. He licked swollen lips cut by his teeth, tasting blood and faintly, chlorine, mushrooms and salt and for s moment savored the taste…and folded, retched painfully and his stomach emptied itself. His throat closed and opened, his eyes were streaming and his gut ached….
What his stomach had held was on the floor in front of him, and horribly, for a moment, he considered vaguely, dimly, licking it back up. He retched again when he realized what he was thinking. Hati crouched next to him, soothing him, wiping his sweating forehead with a cool damp cloth.
“Shh, shh,” he said and pulled Lex into his lap, and fed him tiny slivers of food with his fingers. “Better, yes?” He held the food just out of Lex’s reached until he nodded, and then slid it into his mouth, chased it with a kiss. “Much better.”
****
The odd and random acts of terror against him began to lose their power over him, in a sense. When terrible things happened, Lex came to accept it as part of his daily life. In the back of his mind, he held out hope…hope that his father was going to ransom him, hope that Clark would realize that the dreams weren’t dreams and come rescue him—hope that his feeling the dreams were actual contact wasn’t just his mind finally letting go….
Sometimes Clark was a silent, always horrified, observer, more and more he felt him, was sure but wasn’t sure. More and more his life peeled away in little slivers of time. His psychotic keeper was inventive and playful.
Everyday he waited. He knew that help would come, he knew it. Help was coming.
******
Lex screamed into the pillow, hands pulled out between the posts and the cuffs cutting into them. He’d tried not to make a sound, but the pain got bigger than he could handle. Hati leaned over and his hot breath assaulted Lex’s ear. “My hand is so far inside you, can you feel it?”
Lex tried to throw himself into the quiet white place he usually fled to, but this—the pain followed him wherever he tried to run…
********
He felt like he’d been bleeding for hours. He was spread eagled in the center of the big bed that he knew now had nothing to do with his comfort, and felt blood drying on his skin. He could feel the spread was wet under him, mostly come…maybe. His legs were glued to the fabric; whatever poetry had been sliced into the flesh there was nearly healed. Nothing would be left except the memory of pain—
He could lie like this for most of the day and by morning, be fine—untouched, unscarred. His skin would be smooth and firm as a baby’s. He glanced at his arms, and shuddered. The skin was already pink, flakes of black skin scattered on the spread under his trembling arms were the only signs that something had happened. He pulled himself loose from the sticky mess gluing him to the fabric and staggered to the bathroom. He set the shower lukewarm and sat under the spray, and cried until he felt capable of standing again.
When he slouched out of the bathroom, wrapped in the huge thick towels it was stocked with daily, the bed was fresh and clean, the air was clear and cool and smelled of nothing but lavender, the curtains were opened wide to let in the sun blaze in the window, lighting every corner of his cage and the mullions casting slivers of black across the carpet.
******
He’s going to contact me today, he’s going to contact me today, he’ll give in, he’ll pay, he’s coming to get me, get me… Lex squeezed his eyes shut and felt a slow crawl down his chest, his ribs, felt it slip over his side and heard it drop to the sheets. A faster slip of hot liquid followed it, more, thicker, hotter….
“What are you waiting for, Alexander? Rescue?” A cold slip across his overly sensitive skin and pain flared along his nerves…
Rescue…
He felt the tongue chasing over his ribs, painful and rasping as burlap, like the tongue of a lion, each heavy swipe brought a fresh gasp of pain and more prayer.
Today he’s coming for me…he’ll kill everyone and take me home…
******
“It’s real. These dreams—they aren’t dreams. He’s alive.” Clark was agitated, almost frantic. He jabbed his spoon into the thick soup Adam had tried to tempt him with.
“Clark—I want him to be alive too. But you know we buried him. You’d know—if you’d seen what—what—was left…” He trailed his spoon through the remainder of his own bowl of soup, round and round.
Clark gasped in horror. “You? But why you—his dad should have identified…”
He waved away Clark’s question. “There’s nothing sinister about that. He was out of the country; I was here. There’s a body in that coffin, and Lionel had nothing to do with it, trust me. The man was truly grief-stricken, Clark. He may be tens kinds of asshole, but losing his son hurt him.
“Well, fine, there’s a body in the coffin, but it isn’t Lex. Lex. Is. Alive.” Clark glowered at Adam, who was torn between slapping Clark and hugging him.
“Clark—fuck, knock it off, before they cart you off to Belle Reeve. Between wandering around all night and passing out instead of sleeping, I’m not surprised you think—well—all kinds of weird things.”
Clark paced around the library, almost vibrating with tension. He picked up Lex’s things, stroking them, fondling the small artworks, taking books out of the shelf, rifling through them and pushing them back, book after book, and he talked, rapidly, “Okay, okay, let’s see, what if I described what he looked like, maybe something only you could know…Um…he’s got very little body hair, what he has is bright red. Unh, a little in his…um…crotch, like a few hairs…” He looked at Adam and blushed hard. “I see him…naked, a lot.”
Adam sighed. “Sure you do Clark, and it’s understandable. You’re confused, there’s all these feelings floating around and.” Adam shook his head. “I’m sorry, Clark, Lex was completely hairless, no body hair at all save his lashes and eyebrows, and you know they were brown, pale brown, certainly not red...”
Clark stopped, his jaw dropped a little, “But that can’t be right. He has some hair, just a tiny bit…he has freckles, he…he…”
Adam took pity on Clark, and decided to play along, humor him a bit. “Well, he does have a distinctive mark, a birthmark, actually.” He grinned a little at Clark and Clark rolled his eyes and jittered from foot to foot.
“What—what is it? Yes, okay, it’s somewhere private, I get it, come on!”
“He’s got this little heart-shaped mark on his ass. Actually, right here,” and he indicated the small of his back. “Here. Right above the cleft of his ass.”
Clark said, “I’ve only seen him naked from the front.” His eyes were wide and distressed. “I’ve never seen his—his ass. He’s always on his back. This—this guy…it’s always the same, he’s on his back and this guy, he does things to him, he fucks him.”
Adam jerked back. “What--right, see--that right there is why you’re just dreaming—or having horrible fucking nightmares. I can tell you—Lex is strictly a top.”
Clark went on as if Adam hadn’t said a word. “He cries afterward, when the guy leaves, he cries.”
Adam had enough—he grabbed Clark by the collar and Clark was stunned enough to let himself be moved. “Lex—Lex wouldn’t cry. He would never, ever *ever* fucking cry, I don’t give a *fuck* what the circumstances were, he--”
“He sits in the shower, and he cries and cries and he won’t talk to me…”
Adam screamed, “ Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
Clark snapped out of the memories he’d fallen into. He jerked and looked at Adam, lost and frightened. “Please…please don’t be mad at me again.”
Adam groaned. “Clark—I’m sorry. It’s just…things are rough all over, school, and the business, and Lionel’s been acting crazier than normal. And now, you.” Clark folded Adam into his arms and rubbed his back, and made soothing noises. Adam relaxed a bit…maybe Clark was done with the insanity.
“Adam? What if we looked at the body? In the coffin?”
“Jesus!” Adam shoved Clark away and dropped on the couch, groaned in concert with it. “You’re going to kill me. No, we can *not* dig up Lex because you’re a crazy mother fucker who thinks a dead man is talking to him--”
Clark was straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders and face an inch from his. “We don’t have to dig the coffin up—I can *see* past the ground…what—did his father bury him in a lead coffin? Lead blocks my powers. My abilities.”
Adam stared at Clark, tried to ignore the heat he produced, and the tight abdomen that pressed up against his, and concentrate on the fact that he might be a little crazy. “You—can see through the ground?” he asked, struggling to keep his voice even.
“Shit, I can see through anything. Except lead.”
“It’s wood and…just wood…” Adam knew Clark was telling the truth about what he could do…was it possible that…no. Lex was dead. He’d seen his corpse, he’d identified whatever remained of his possessions—he’d recognized his shoes. How horrible that had been…everything twisted and burnt but his shoes…. It’d been like some horrible joke. Or slap in the face.
“Okay, I only need to look at the skeleton, and. Oh.”
Adam nodded. “Well, there’s a slight flaw in your plan, Clark. Unless you spent a lot of time staring at Lex’s skeleton, how the hell would you know it’s his--” He stared at Clark. “Did you, Clark?”
“No! I mean *no*—and damn it, you’re right. Fuck!” He leaped off Adam’s lap, and Adam sighed. He pressed down quickly on his no longer warm but still hard dick and turned to him. “Maybe if we had x-rays, or something, we could check.” Damn it—he was beginning to sound as if he believed the kid. But Clark looked alive, more alert than he had in a while. How could it hurt to cater to him a bit?
“Gosh, yes—Lex probably has had more x-rays than anyone else in town—there have got to be some at the clinic!” He jumped up and started for the door.
“Wait Clark—even if they were still on file, they aren’t just going to hand them to you. I have an idea…”
Clark looked on impatiently as Adam dialed a number, waited a beat and then said, “Hey. It’s me—no I’m fine. Yeah. Yeah it was a fucking shame. Listen…did you ever treat him for broken bones…yeah, all right you can stop laughing now. Did you…” he motioned Clark over and pushed a pen and a pad of paper towards him. “Okay, so, what…broken wrist, okay—fractured ribs, broken collar bone. Bones.”
Clark was writing and glancing up at Adam from time to time with a look of growing horror. Adam went on, his voice getting softer and softer as the list grew.
“Fractured eye socket—you’re kidding. Broken leg, finger—three broken fingers…shit. What the fuck, was he in a war? The fuck…he was what? Fuck—no, don’t tell me more. Did his father know? Shit. Thanks Toby, I appreciate it. I really do. Bye.”
He hung up and stared at Clark, who was staring back, mouth open and eyes swimming.
“What happened to him, Adam? Why was he so broken up?”
Adam ground out through clenched teeth, “Some of it was ‘friends’ he made on the street, some of it was himself...some Lionel. I think we can figure the worst happened when he worked the streets. I knew—I thought I knew about that….”
Clark snapped the pen, dropped the pieces unnoticed. “Lex? Why…why would he do something like that? He—he didn’t need to.”
“There are reasons for everything Clark.” He changed the subject. “Okay. Will you be able to recognize broken bones or fractures?”
Clark nodded, distractedly, his mind still on visions of Lex, and the awful list of broken bones.
“Do you want to go now, or do you need to…I don’t know, tell your parents we’re leaving town?”
Clark barked out a laugh. “Funny. No. Let’s go now. I have to prove to you that it’s not Lex—and we need to start looking for him, as soon as possible. It feels like his time is running out.”
He walked to the door, and Adam looked after him, thinking. Thinking that he’d waited for too long to help Clark the way he needed to be helped. He felt a flare of shame. He’d sacrificed Clark to his own selfishness. He promised himself that he’d do something, soon. After this thing—this trip to the city, he’d try to fix it.
Continued in part 4C
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clark/Adam
Rating: 5
This bit is ugly and deserves a warning in my opinion, hence the rating.
Art by
norwich36Two days passed, two days with no food. Lex paced his room, drinking water to try and stem the rising gnawing tidal wave of hunger, hunger, clawing at him, dragging him under….
He paced and paced, he rolled in the blankets on the bed and tried to sleep thorough the pain, but it rousted him out of bed again. He moved, he drank water; he curled around his pillow and chewed the cotton cover. He was hungry. No, he was *hungry*. He’d never felt hunger like this before. He became light-headed, and a few times he’d gone into the kitchen and smashed his fists against the glass wall, punching and punching until blood smeared the glass, screamed at it. “I’m, hungry! Hungry, you fuck!”
The fifth day, he lay on the carpet, and felt his stomach press against his backbone, the pain was happening to someone else, someone far, far away. He daydreamed about food, meals he’d had, meals he wanted to have…food.
The door opened and the rich smell of food assaulted his nose. The odor of food made his mouth water so violently, he drooled before he could stop himself. The roar of his stomach would have been embarrassing to him in his former life, however for the last few days, he’d listened to it as a way to tell he wasn’t dead.
The cart sat, covered with glittering containers of food, wafting the scent of life through the room and Lex eyed it like a poisonous snake.
If there was one thing he’d learned in his new life, it was that nothing came easy, or free.
Mr. Hati spoke calmly to Lex as he scrambled to sit upright. He smiled down at him, said, “The point of this exercise was—there is no point. Well, apart from the little lesson that you’re mine. And, because I like watching you.” He unzipped as he walked closer to Lex. “I’m your god, you could say. I’m the All-father, as far as you’re concerned.” He pulled his dick from the folds of his pants and smiled.
“Now, I want you to suck me.”
Lex’s stomach flipped, and a dry rustle of nausea swept up his throat. Hati came nearer, and the huge gnawing craving for food made the musky scent of Mr. Hati’s flesh…delicious. His mouth watered, his eyes watered. Lex eyed the clear drop of fluid suspended in the slit of the red smooth plum of his dickhead and his tongue slid out before he could think, and lapped it into his mouth. He hissed, groaned, as salt burst in his mouth like an attack. Suddenly he was desperate for it, he sucked and sucked, drank pre-come like ambrosia, he whimpered and moaned, and his stomach growled….
Hati gasped and grabbed Lex’s head, and fucked Lex’s mouth without regard to his ability to breath around the column of flesh trying to wedge in his throat. Lex sucked hard, until the dick in his mouth pulsed, swelled and pumped come straight down his throat. He barely needed to swallow, it was so hard, so violent…Hati pulled out and Lex sat still for a moment, trying to taste what his stomach told him was food. He licked swollen lips cut by his teeth, tasting blood and faintly, chlorine, mushrooms and salt and for s moment savored the taste…and folded, retched painfully and his stomach emptied itself. His throat closed and opened, his eyes were streaming and his gut ached….
What his stomach had held was on the floor in front of him, and horribly, for a moment, he considered vaguely, dimly, licking it back up. He retched again when he realized what he was thinking. Hati crouched next to him, soothing him, wiping his sweating forehead with a cool damp cloth.
“Shh, shh,” he said and pulled Lex into his lap, and fed him tiny slivers of food with his fingers. “Better, yes?” He held the food just out of Lex’s reached until he nodded, and then slid it into his mouth, chased it with a kiss. “Much better.”
****
The odd and random acts of terror against him began to lose their power over him, in a sense. When terrible things happened, Lex came to accept it as part of his daily life. In the back of his mind, he held out hope…hope that his father was going to ransom him, hope that Clark would realize that the dreams weren’t dreams and come rescue him—hope that his feeling the dreams were actual contact wasn’t just his mind finally letting go….
Sometimes Clark was a silent, always horrified, observer, more and more he felt him, was sure but wasn’t sure. More and more his life peeled away in little slivers of time. His psychotic keeper was inventive and playful.
Everyday he waited. He knew that help would come, he knew it. Help was coming.
******
Lex screamed into the pillow, hands pulled out between the posts and the cuffs cutting into them. He’d tried not to make a sound, but the pain got bigger than he could handle. Hati leaned over and his hot breath assaulted Lex’s ear. “My hand is so far inside you, can you feel it?”
Lex tried to throw himself into the quiet white place he usually fled to, but this—the pain followed him wherever he tried to run…
********
He felt like he’d been bleeding for hours. He was spread eagled in the center of the big bed that he knew now had nothing to do with his comfort, and felt blood drying on his skin. He could feel the spread was wet under him, mostly come…maybe. His legs were glued to the fabric; whatever poetry had been sliced into the flesh there was nearly healed. Nothing would be left except the memory of pain—
He could lie like this for most of the day and by morning, be fine—untouched, unscarred. His skin would be smooth and firm as a baby’s. He glanced at his arms, and shuddered. The skin was already pink, flakes of black skin scattered on the spread under his trembling arms were the only signs that something had happened. He pulled himself loose from the sticky mess gluing him to the fabric and staggered to the bathroom. He set the shower lukewarm and sat under the spray, and cried until he felt capable of standing again.
When he slouched out of the bathroom, wrapped in the huge thick towels it was stocked with daily, the bed was fresh and clean, the air was clear and cool and smelled of nothing but lavender, the curtains were opened wide to let in the sun blaze in the window, lighting every corner of his cage and the mullions casting slivers of black across the carpet.
******
He’s going to contact me today, he’s going to contact me today, he’ll give in, he’ll pay, he’s coming to get me, get me… Lex squeezed his eyes shut and felt a slow crawl down his chest, his ribs, felt it slip over his side and heard it drop to the sheets. A faster slip of hot liquid followed it, more, thicker, hotter….
“What are you waiting for, Alexander? Rescue?” A cold slip across his overly sensitive skin and pain flared along his nerves…
Rescue…
He felt the tongue chasing over his ribs, painful and rasping as burlap, like the tongue of a lion, each heavy swipe brought a fresh gasp of pain and more prayer.
Today he’s coming for me…he’ll kill everyone and take me home…
******
“It’s real. These dreams—they aren’t dreams. He’s alive.” Clark was agitated, almost frantic. He jabbed his spoon into the thick soup Adam had tried to tempt him with.
“Clark—I want him to be alive too. But you know we buried him. You’d know—if you’d seen what—what—was left…” He trailed his spoon through the remainder of his own bowl of soup, round and round.
Clark gasped in horror. “You? But why you—his dad should have identified…”
He waved away Clark’s question. “There’s nothing sinister about that. He was out of the country; I was here. There’s a body in that coffin, and Lionel had nothing to do with it, trust me. The man was truly grief-stricken, Clark. He may be tens kinds of asshole, but losing his son hurt him.
“Well, fine, there’s a body in the coffin, but it isn’t Lex. Lex. Is. Alive.” Clark glowered at Adam, who was torn between slapping Clark and hugging him.
“Clark—fuck, knock it off, before they cart you off to Belle Reeve. Between wandering around all night and passing out instead of sleeping, I’m not surprised you think—well—all kinds of weird things.”
Clark paced around the library, almost vibrating with tension. He picked up Lex’s things, stroking them, fondling the small artworks, taking books out of the shelf, rifling through them and pushing them back, book after book, and he talked, rapidly, “Okay, okay, let’s see, what if I described what he looked like, maybe something only you could know…Um…he’s got very little body hair, what he has is bright red. Unh, a little in his…um…crotch, like a few hairs…” He looked at Adam and blushed hard. “I see him…naked, a lot.”
Adam sighed. “Sure you do Clark, and it’s understandable. You’re confused, there’s all these feelings floating around and.” Adam shook his head. “I’m sorry, Clark, Lex was completely hairless, no body hair at all save his lashes and eyebrows, and you know they were brown, pale brown, certainly not red...”
Clark stopped, his jaw dropped a little, “But that can’t be right. He has some hair, just a tiny bit…he has freckles, he…he…”
Adam took pity on Clark, and decided to play along, humor him a bit. “Well, he does have a distinctive mark, a birthmark, actually.” He grinned a little at Clark and Clark rolled his eyes and jittered from foot to foot.
“What—what is it? Yes, okay, it’s somewhere private, I get it, come on!”
“He’s got this little heart-shaped mark on his ass. Actually, right here,” and he indicated the small of his back. “Here. Right above the cleft of his ass.”
Clark said, “I’ve only seen him naked from the front.” His eyes were wide and distressed. “I’ve never seen his—his ass. He’s always on his back. This—this guy…it’s always the same, he’s on his back and this guy, he does things to him, he fucks him.”
Adam jerked back. “What--right, see--that right there is why you’re just dreaming—or having horrible fucking nightmares. I can tell you—Lex is strictly a top.”
Clark went on as if Adam hadn’t said a word. “He cries afterward, when the guy leaves, he cries.”
Adam had enough—he grabbed Clark by the collar and Clark was stunned enough to let himself be moved. “Lex—Lex wouldn’t cry. He would never, ever *ever* fucking cry, I don’t give a *fuck* what the circumstances were, he--”
“He sits in the shower, and he cries and cries and he won’t talk to me…”
Adam screamed, “ Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
Clark snapped out of the memories he’d fallen into. He jerked and looked at Adam, lost and frightened. “Please…please don’t be mad at me again.”
Adam groaned. “Clark—I’m sorry. It’s just…things are rough all over, school, and the business, and Lionel’s been acting crazier than normal. And now, you.” Clark folded Adam into his arms and rubbed his back, and made soothing noises. Adam relaxed a bit…maybe Clark was done with the insanity.
“Adam? What if we looked at the body? In the coffin?”
“Jesus!” Adam shoved Clark away and dropped on the couch, groaned in concert with it. “You’re going to kill me. No, we can *not* dig up Lex because you’re a crazy mother fucker who thinks a dead man is talking to him--”
Clark was straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders and face an inch from his. “We don’t have to dig the coffin up—I can *see* past the ground…what—did his father bury him in a lead coffin? Lead blocks my powers. My abilities.”
Adam stared at Clark, tried to ignore the heat he produced, and the tight abdomen that pressed up against his, and concentrate on the fact that he might be a little crazy. “You—can see through the ground?” he asked, struggling to keep his voice even.
“Shit, I can see through anything. Except lead.”
“It’s wood and…just wood…” Adam knew Clark was telling the truth about what he could do…was it possible that…no. Lex was dead. He’d seen his corpse, he’d identified whatever remained of his possessions—he’d recognized his shoes. How horrible that had been…everything twisted and burnt but his shoes…. It’d been like some horrible joke. Or slap in the face.
“Okay, I only need to look at the skeleton, and. Oh.”
Adam nodded. “Well, there’s a slight flaw in your plan, Clark. Unless you spent a lot of time staring at Lex’s skeleton, how the hell would you know it’s his--” He stared at Clark. “Did you, Clark?”
“No! I mean *no*—and damn it, you’re right. Fuck!” He leaped off Adam’s lap, and Adam sighed. He pressed down quickly on his no longer warm but still hard dick and turned to him. “Maybe if we had x-rays, or something, we could check.” Damn it—he was beginning to sound as if he believed the kid. But Clark looked alive, more alert than he had in a while. How could it hurt to cater to him a bit?
“Gosh, yes—Lex probably has had more x-rays than anyone else in town—there have got to be some at the clinic!” He jumped up and started for the door.
“Wait Clark—even if they were still on file, they aren’t just going to hand them to you. I have an idea…”
Clark looked on impatiently as Adam dialed a number, waited a beat and then said, “Hey. It’s me—no I’m fine. Yeah. Yeah it was a fucking shame. Listen…did you ever treat him for broken bones…yeah, all right you can stop laughing now. Did you…” he motioned Clark over and pushed a pen and a pad of paper towards him. “Okay, so, what…broken wrist, okay—fractured ribs, broken collar bone. Bones.”
Clark was writing and glancing up at Adam from time to time with a look of growing horror. Adam went on, his voice getting softer and softer as the list grew.
“Fractured eye socket—you’re kidding. Broken leg, finger—three broken fingers…shit. What the fuck, was he in a war? The fuck…he was what? Fuck—no, don’t tell me more. Did his father know? Shit. Thanks Toby, I appreciate it. I really do. Bye.”
He hung up and stared at Clark, who was staring back, mouth open and eyes swimming.
“What happened to him, Adam? Why was he so broken up?”
Adam ground out through clenched teeth, “Some of it was ‘friends’ he made on the street, some of it was himself...some Lionel. I think we can figure the worst happened when he worked the streets. I knew—I thought I knew about that….”
Clark snapped the pen, dropped the pieces unnoticed. “Lex? Why…why would he do something like that? He—he didn’t need to.”
“There are reasons for everything Clark.” He changed the subject. “Okay. Will you be able to recognize broken bones or fractures?”
Clark nodded, distractedly, his mind still on visions of Lex, and the awful list of broken bones.
“Do you want to go now, or do you need to…I don’t know, tell your parents we’re leaving town?”
Clark barked out a laugh. “Funny. No. Let’s go now. I have to prove to you that it’s not Lex—and we need to start looking for him, as soon as possible. It feels like his time is running out.”
He walked to the door, and Adam looked after him, thinking. Thinking that he’d waited for too long to help Clark the way he needed to be helped. He felt a flare of shame. He’d sacrificed Clark to his own selfishness. He promised himself that he’d do something, soon. After this thing—this trip to the city, he’d try to fix it.
Continued in part 4C
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9/1/06 01:22 pm (UTC)Yis, horrible, thank you so much.
*whimper*
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9/2/06 12:06 am (UTC)I know--but not for much longer, promise!
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9/1/06 01:37 pm (UTC)I'm very glad that Clark is now aware of the message from the dreams and is going to look for Lex. As for the Clark/Adam relationship, you are doing a very good job out of it!
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9/2/06 12:10 am (UTC)I'm really glad that the Adam/Clark relationship works for you--that's a terrific sign! Adam is trying very hard to be a good and loyal friend.
and just between you and me, I can't *wait* to get to the end, I'm all excited about it!
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9/2/06 12:13 am (UTC)I hope the end of this is a surprise--a good surprise.
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9/1/06 10:16 pm (UTC)If there was one thing he’d learned in his new life, it was that nothing came easy, or free.
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9/2/06 12:14 am (UTC)He's Lex--he conquers all.
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9/1/06 11:38 pm (UTC)The only thing that is holding me together, like Lex, is that there is some hope now that Clark is going to rescue him. And at this point I just kind of want to feed Hati slowly into a meat grinder. You're killing me here, I swear.
I liked the Clark-Adam interaction a lot, though--Adam's response is very realistic, and I love that he has Toby on speed dial.
(I think I owe you comments on earlier segments of this, but work has been crazy and I haven't quite caught up with all the comments I owe people yet).
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9/2/06 12:18 am (UTC)I hope the Adam/Clark continues to entertain!
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9/3/06 04:57 am (UTC)I get what you mean by that. I imagine that if they found him like that, it would break all of them terribly, and I really couldn't do that.
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9/3/06 03:59 am (UTC)Oh, and please tell me you're going to kill Hati slowly and in the most painful way possible?
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9/3/06 04:59 am (UTC)And I hope to tell you, it's going to be as nasty as I can make it, and still have Lex be human. *wink*