Deal Part 4D
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roxyOkay, let's try this again! *G*
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:n/a
Rating: 2
mmmmm! tasty scenery!!
He got a map from a gas station convenience store at the last exit before the city, and memorized it.
In minutes, he was in the heart of the city, looking for the address he’d found.
He looked up the broad avenue, and could see the curved glass wave of LuthorCorp Tower, knew that not too far beyond it was Lex’s penthouse, where Adam was. And somewhere hidden in this city was Lex. Adam might not care, but *he* did and he was going to find him and bring him home.
He found Hartnett’s apartment building. He looked up at the plain brick exterior and took a deep breath. His prey was on the fifth floor of this place—he was going to go up there and shake Lex loose, get him back, by any means, he thought. He ran up the granite stairs and was about to push through the leaded glass doors before hesitating. He listened hard for a moment, just in case…it was ridiculous to imagine Lex might be here, but still….
He was about to normalize his hearing when a familiar voice stopped him. He stumbled in shock—what the fuck!
Adam was there, alone--on the fifth floor. He concentrated and heard Adam’s demand for information about Lex, and a response from an unfamiliar voice.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Luthor has never had contact with me personally—he expressed some interest in certain of the lab’s research but that was all. Now, if you don’t mind, I have appointments…”
“Lex mentioned you by name—you sent him material—there’s more that you’re not telling me.”
“Ow—get your hands off me, before I call the police--”
“Call away, asshole. The Luthor name is as much as an umbrella for me as it was for Lex. Hell, I’ve never even tested how much I can get away with…”
Oh shit! Clark sprinted up the stairs to stop Adam from doing anything he might regret, but he had to grin a little. He could picture the look on Adam’s face, knew how scary he could look when he wanted to.
“Are—are you threatening me? You don’t know who you’re interfering with—I know people--”
“You *know* people? I *am* people, mother fucker—I can make you disappear.”
Clark was outside the door, about to break in when the man laughed. “You’ve got nothing. There’s not a thing you can do to hurt me, no way you can touch me.”
Clark broke the lock and strolled in. “Oh, we can touch you all right.”. Adam was standing over Hartnett, who was sitting entirely too comfortably in an overstuffed chair, obviously too stupid to be worried—yet.
******
Adam jerked around and fixed Clark with a furious look, but then…grinned slowly. He turned back to the man. “I think you should tell us everything you can about Lex and what happened to him, and where he is.”
“I told you, there was no contact between myself and—yow!”
Clark pulled him out of his chair, held him in the air by a hand around his neck. “I’m not like Lex if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m so much harder to hurt.” He squeezed and Hartnett’s feet kicked and jerked, he turned red, redder, eyes bulging, before Clark let him onto his toes, just enough for him to be able to draw a little air into his lungs.
“You can’t do this, I’ll…I’ll…” he croaked, and Clark tightened his grip, lifted until his toes cleared the ground again. Adam called out conversationally, “Don’t hurt him, Clark--unless you need to.”
Clark nodded and his eyes were red. He grinned, licked his lips and Adam noticed with interest that his teeth were wet and white and really, really…sharp.
Hartnett’s eyes were wide with fear now, he gasped and choked when Clark set him down again, he gagged out, “I can’t—I can’t talk about it—they’ll kill me!”
Clark picked up a small marble globe from the table next to the chair, a paperweight. He held it under Hartnett’s nose, rolled it along his fingertips. “You shouldn’t worry about them, you should worry about me.” He ground the globe to bits in his fist and shook the dust from his hand, reached out for Hartnett again.
“No, no! They’ll do worse than kill me, you don’t understand!” Clark growled and broke his thumb.
Adam was shocked. He’d never have thought that Clark was capable of hurting someone, as scary as he could look, it didn’t seem to be in him to hurt…and yeah, for a moment, Clark looked as shocked as he did—but just for a moment. He flushed red with anger and shook Hartnett until he staggered. “Where is Lex,” Clark shouted, “Where are you keeping him?”
The echoes of his shout bounced around the room, Adam held his hands over his ears and Hartnett’s eyes were squeezed tight. He was screaming, “ He’s dead, he’s dead, please, I don’t know anymore!”
Clark took Hartnett’s hand and slowly squeezed it in his; Adam swore he heard bones creak—“Where. Is. He.”
“He’s dead,” he screamed, and the scream spiraled up and up an up until Adam threw himself at Clark, pushing and shoving at him, and Clark dropped the man’s hand and backed away from Adam and Hartnett. He panted harshly—his skin had gone sickly green and he shivered. Hartnett cried, “The program was ended, we got all we could from him and the Patron’s man took him to the desert to finish with him--the body's probably somewhere in Mexico--”
Adam stood. “No.”—no—Clark said he was alive—
“I’ve seen what Hati does to his—his toys. The Patron gave the subject to him, and he’s dead now. It was months ago….”
Clark surged forward, “You’re lying—it’s not true,” but he turned to face Adam when he grabbed his arm.
“Let it go. Let’s go.” He looked unhappy and about to argue with him, Adam swallowed and said hoarsely “…now—please.”
Clark yanked his arm away. “All right. All right. Don’t—don’t.” Clark looked back at Hartnett. “If you tell anyone, you won’t have to worry about them, I’ll kill you. And it will be worse than anything you can imagine and it will last forever. I know what you did to Lex. I saw. Everything.”
Hartnett looked like he was going to die right at that moment. “You—you--” he stuttered to a stop as Clark grinned at him.
“Remember.”
******
He pushed Adam out into the hallway, and Adam fell, Clark threw his arms around him, held him up. Adam sighed against Clark’s chest. “He’s dead.”
“No, no, he can’t be—he isn’t, promise…”
“He’s dead, shut up shut up shut up.” Adam hissed, and slapped him hard enough for Clark to feel. He raced down the stair away from Clark, who followed after him.
“Adam, Adam!”
Adam was in the street in front of the building. He was staring at nothing—he was falling apart, in a glacial way. Clark shook him, softly calling his name. “Adam, please. Don’t go away. I need you.”
He folded up, bit by bit and so silently…
Clark panicked. Adam couldn’t leave him like that. Home—he’d be better once they were back home. He scooped him up and ran.
Halfway home, he ran off the highway and stopped in the dark shadow of the factories miles outside of Smallville. He shook Adam gently. “Hey, Adam, Adam,” terrified he’d get no answer, that he was really gone deep inside, like Lex did sometimes….
“I told you. I told you he was dead.” Adam took a deep breath, and shuddered, coughed. He folded over, hands on his knees and head hanging down. Clark watched him cough, wrung his hands and worried—it took him a moment to realize that Adam wasn’t coughing. He was crying, or struggling not to cry. He spoke into the fist pressed against his mouth, “I hate you. I hate you. You brought him back and now he’s gone again.”
When Clark tried to put his arms around him, Adam yanked away and screamed—one loud, agonized rip of sound. Clark began to sob himself, and tried to hold him, but he fought Clark with animal ferocity, trying to break free. He swarmed out of his arms and Clark was afraid—what could he do, Adam wouldn’t listen, he wouldn’t stop and Clark tightened his grip, and jumped—up and far, he jumped, and miles later, jumped again. He wanted with all his might to go home—he needed to be home; he needed Adam to be safe. He felt warm all over, light, he felt hollow—as if he had no connection to the ground, the only weight he felt was the weight of Adam in his arms and he was moving, faster and faster and wind flew past him, whistling became a shriek and he was—he was flying. It was horrible, and wonderful, and the most frightening thing that had ever happened to him. Below him was the interstate, a black ribbon that snaked over the ground and he knew at some point, home was on it, and all he could do was follow it until something looked familiar.
He reached Smallville in what felt like seconds, he dropped a little lower, and angled towards the outskirts of town—home.
Clark landed—crashed—feet first in the front yard of the farmhouse. Dirt fountained up and rained down again, all around the shallow gash his landing created. He held a shaking Adam in his arms and he didn’t know what to do. “Adam please,” he whimpered and cried out louder, “Mom!”
He screamed, “Mom!”
The screen door flew open, slamming into the wall of the house, and his mother burst out onto the porch, wild-eyed and terrified. “Clark! What –what--”
“Mom,” he dropped to his knees, still holding Adam tight against his chest, “can you help me, please?” his voice shook with the effort not to cry again, but he felt hot tracks snake down his face.
“My God, Clark—Jonathan! Jonathan!”
His dad managed to pry Adam out of his stiff arms, it took his dad and his mom to get Adam into the house, and Clark was alone, quivering on the front lawn, still in the hole he’d made, still on his knees. His head was resting against the backs of his hands and his fingers were sunk into the dirt. Wave after wave of cold swept him—probably a reaction to holy fuck, I flew flying, and he moved his head back a bit from his hands and threw up—not much, he couldn’t remember the last time he ate--he was ridiculously glad about that. Dirt and mud *and* vomit would have been more than he could handle. He began snickering and then, he felt a warm weight drop around his shoulders.
“Come inside, son, come inside.”
He let himself be led into the warmth of the kitchen, saw his mother spooning a little hot tea into Adam’s mouth, like he was a baby. Her hand was on his head, and she was stroking the sweat-wet strands of hair back from his face. His dad settled Clark on a chair and arranged the blanket that had magically appeared around him, so he could hold the mug of sweet hot tea shoved into his hands.
“Son. What can we do?”
He looked open mouthed at his dad. “You’d help me? Help us?”
He nodded. “We…we love you son.” His dad’s eyes filled with tears. “We miss you son, we tried to tell you—but—we didn’t try hard enough, I guess.”
Clark let his head drop forward, his dad put a hand on his shoulder, and he felt the small cool hands of his mother on the back of his neck and he burst into tears.
“I don’t need your help, Adam does. Help him, please—unless you want us to leave because…because…”
“Doesn’t matter anymore, Clark. All that matters is you. Let us help you, both of you.” His mom was crying, crying so hard, her shoulders were shaking. He wanted to say something that would make her feel better, that would let them know that he loved them too—but those words had been a long time being shoved away. One miracle a night was all he had in him.
His dad’s hand tightened on his shoulder and he said, “It’s okay, son. If you’ll let us help….”
He nodded. Maybe he could start there.
******
“I can do the same thing I did to find Hartnett in Metropolis. I can work the desert in a grid, until I find something out of the ordinary.”
They all sat together at the kitchen table, had been there since Jonathan finished his morning chores. Between Clark and Adam, they’d explained what had happened, not only in the last few months, but what they knew about what happened two years ago.
“And how long will that take you?”
“God, I don’t know—but I’m faster and stronger than anyone and I can hear and see farther than any human, and I can go for days without sleep or food or water…” he ignored his parents flinch and kept his attention on Adam. “And I can come back every day if you want me to, but it’d be better if I just called. I can do this—I know what I’m looking for—broken ribs and all. I can find him.” and I’ll fine him alive, I know it.
Jonathan hesitated and spoke. “These people—they could have reduced Lex to nothing—you have to be prepared to never find him, son.”
Clark looked at him for a long moment. “No I don’t. I’ll find him and bring him home.”
“Clark…for the last few weeks, you haven’t really slept. And you keep saying that you’re afraid Lex’s time is running out—you haven’t been having those dreams, have you? You don’t really have anything to guarantee that he’s alive.” Adam reached out and wrapped his fingers around Clark’s. “You don’t really know anymore, do you?”
Martha spoke up. “What dreams?”
Adam spoke right over Clark’s automatic response of “Nothing.”
“We think Clark had—has—a psychic connection with Lex.” He waited for them to argue such a thing was impossible, but they just nodded, and why shouldn’t they accept it? Hell, yesterday, their son blew a hole in their front yard by landing there—after a flight from Metropolis under his own power. How the hell was psychic ability any stranger than that? He snuck a look at Clark, and glanced back at the Kents. Being gay—had to seem inconsequential now. Or finally…
Clark scowled angrily at Adam. “I haven’t had them lately but that doesn’t mean anything. He’s alive, and I’m going to bring him home and you’ll see. When he’s back,” he told his parents, “we’ll be together, like we should be.” He stormed out of the room.
Martha and Jonathan apologized to Adam and he smirked a little. “Oh, that’s just Clark. It’s nothing I haven’t seen all summer.” He took a bit of satisfaction in seeing that his barb was heard and understood. It had all to do with the fact that they never tried to enlist his help in recovering their son, and nothing to do with the fact that Clark just wrote him off, out loud and to everyone.
The Kents blushed and stammered, “Oh, of course not, right…um. We thought…that you two…”
They were trying, hard, and Adam felt a tiny sting of shame, and a little pity. “No. Not really. That’s not to say that I don’t care deeply for your son—I love him. But he’s not mine to love. It’s up to Lex what happens next.”
The Kents nodded, confused but eager to please and Adam himself was confused. He had no idea what was going to happen. What would he do, could he live knowing he was going to lose every reason he had for living? Clark…Lex…the universe was a bitch, that much he was sure about.
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:n/a
Rating: 2
mmmmm! tasty scenery!!
He got a map from a gas station convenience store at the last exit before the city, and memorized it.
In minutes, he was in the heart of the city, looking for the address he’d found.
He looked up the broad avenue, and could see the curved glass wave of LuthorCorp Tower, knew that not too far beyond it was Lex’s penthouse, where Adam was. And somewhere hidden in this city was Lex. Adam might not care, but *he* did and he was going to find him and bring him home.
He found Hartnett’s apartment building. He looked up at the plain brick exterior and took a deep breath. His prey was on the fifth floor of this place—he was going to go up there and shake Lex loose, get him back, by any means, he thought. He ran up the granite stairs and was about to push through the leaded glass doors before hesitating. He listened hard for a moment, just in case…it was ridiculous to imagine Lex might be here, but still….
He was about to normalize his hearing when a familiar voice stopped him. He stumbled in shock—what the fuck!
Adam was there, alone--on the fifth floor. He concentrated and heard Adam’s demand for information about Lex, and a response from an unfamiliar voice.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Luthor has never had contact with me personally—he expressed some interest in certain of the lab’s research but that was all. Now, if you don’t mind, I have appointments…”
“Lex mentioned you by name—you sent him material—there’s more that you’re not telling me.”
“Ow—get your hands off me, before I call the police--”
“Call away, asshole. The Luthor name is as much as an umbrella for me as it was for Lex. Hell, I’ve never even tested how much I can get away with…”
Oh shit! Clark sprinted up the stairs to stop Adam from doing anything he might regret, but he had to grin a little. He could picture the look on Adam’s face, knew how scary he could look when he wanted to.
“Are—are you threatening me? You don’t know who you’re interfering with—I know people--”
“You *know* people? I *am* people, mother fucker—I can make you disappear.”
Clark was outside the door, about to break in when the man laughed. “You’ve got nothing. There’s not a thing you can do to hurt me, no way you can touch me.”
Clark broke the lock and strolled in. “Oh, we can touch you all right.”. Adam was standing over Hartnett, who was sitting entirely too comfortably in an overstuffed chair, obviously too stupid to be worried—yet.
******
Adam jerked around and fixed Clark with a furious look, but then…grinned slowly. He turned back to the man. “I think you should tell us everything you can about Lex and what happened to him, and where he is.”
“I told you, there was no contact between myself and—yow!”
Clark pulled him out of his chair, held him in the air by a hand around his neck. “I’m not like Lex if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m so much harder to hurt.” He squeezed and Hartnett’s feet kicked and jerked, he turned red, redder, eyes bulging, before Clark let him onto his toes, just enough for him to be able to draw a little air into his lungs.
“You can’t do this, I’ll…I’ll…” he croaked, and Clark tightened his grip, lifted until his toes cleared the ground again. Adam called out conversationally, “Don’t hurt him, Clark--unless you need to.”
Clark nodded and his eyes were red. He grinned, licked his lips and Adam noticed with interest that his teeth were wet and white and really, really…sharp.
Hartnett’s eyes were wide with fear now, he gasped and choked when Clark set him down again, he gagged out, “I can’t—I can’t talk about it—they’ll kill me!”
Clark picked up a small marble globe from the table next to the chair, a paperweight. He held it under Hartnett’s nose, rolled it along his fingertips. “You shouldn’t worry about them, you should worry about me.” He ground the globe to bits in his fist and shook the dust from his hand, reached out for Hartnett again.
“No, no! They’ll do worse than kill me, you don’t understand!” Clark growled and broke his thumb.
Adam was shocked. He’d never have thought that Clark was capable of hurting someone, as scary as he could look, it didn’t seem to be in him to hurt…and yeah, for a moment, Clark looked as shocked as he did—but just for a moment. He flushed red with anger and shook Hartnett until he staggered. “Where is Lex,” Clark shouted, “Where are you keeping him?”
The echoes of his shout bounced around the room, Adam held his hands over his ears and Hartnett’s eyes were squeezed tight. He was screaming, “ He’s dead, he’s dead, please, I don’t know anymore!”
Clark took Hartnett’s hand and slowly squeezed it in his; Adam swore he heard bones creak—“Where. Is. He.”
“He’s dead,” he screamed, and the scream spiraled up and up an up until Adam threw himself at Clark, pushing and shoving at him, and Clark dropped the man’s hand and backed away from Adam and Hartnett. He panted harshly—his skin had gone sickly green and he shivered. Hartnett cried, “The program was ended, we got all we could from him and the Patron’s man took him to the desert to finish with him--the body's probably somewhere in Mexico--”
Adam stood. “No.”—no—Clark said he was alive—
“I’ve seen what Hati does to his—his toys. The Patron gave the subject to him, and he’s dead now. It was months ago….”
Clark surged forward, “You’re lying—it’s not true,” but he turned to face Adam when he grabbed his arm.
“Let it go. Let’s go.” He looked unhappy and about to argue with him, Adam swallowed and said hoarsely “…now—please.”
Clark yanked his arm away. “All right. All right. Don’t—don’t.” Clark looked back at Hartnett. “If you tell anyone, you won’t have to worry about them, I’ll kill you. And it will be worse than anything you can imagine and it will last forever. I know what you did to Lex. I saw. Everything.”
Hartnett looked like he was going to die right at that moment. “You—you--” he stuttered to a stop as Clark grinned at him.
“Remember.”
******
He pushed Adam out into the hallway, and Adam fell, Clark threw his arms around him, held him up. Adam sighed against Clark’s chest. “He’s dead.”
“No, no, he can’t be—he isn’t, promise…”
“He’s dead, shut up shut up shut up.” Adam hissed, and slapped him hard enough for Clark to feel. He raced down the stair away from Clark, who followed after him.
“Adam, Adam!”
Adam was in the street in front of the building. He was staring at nothing—he was falling apart, in a glacial way. Clark shook him, softly calling his name. “Adam, please. Don’t go away. I need you.”
He folded up, bit by bit and so silently…
Clark panicked. Adam couldn’t leave him like that. Home—he’d be better once they were back home. He scooped him up and ran.
Halfway home, he ran off the highway and stopped in the dark shadow of the factories miles outside of Smallville. He shook Adam gently. “Hey, Adam, Adam,” terrified he’d get no answer, that he was really gone deep inside, like Lex did sometimes….
“I told you. I told you he was dead.” Adam took a deep breath, and shuddered, coughed. He folded over, hands on his knees and head hanging down. Clark watched him cough, wrung his hands and worried—it took him a moment to realize that Adam wasn’t coughing. He was crying, or struggling not to cry. He spoke into the fist pressed against his mouth, “I hate you. I hate you. You brought him back and now he’s gone again.”
When Clark tried to put his arms around him, Adam yanked away and screamed—one loud, agonized rip of sound. Clark began to sob himself, and tried to hold him, but he fought Clark with animal ferocity, trying to break free. He swarmed out of his arms and Clark was afraid—what could he do, Adam wouldn’t listen, he wouldn’t stop and Clark tightened his grip, and jumped—up and far, he jumped, and miles later, jumped again. He wanted with all his might to go home—he needed to be home; he needed Adam to be safe. He felt warm all over, light, he felt hollow—as if he had no connection to the ground, the only weight he felt was the weight of Adam in his arms and he was moving, faster and faster and wind flew past him, whistling became a shriek and he was—he was flying. It was horrible, and wonderful, and the most frightening thing that had ever happened to him. Below him was the interstate, a black ribbon that snaked over the ground and he knew at some point, home was on it, and all he could do was follow it until something looked familiar.
He reached Smallville in what felt like seconds, he dropped a little lower, and angled towards the outskirts of town—home.
Clark landed—crashed—feet first in the front yard of the farmhouse. Dirt fountained up and rained down again, all around the shallow gash his landing created. He held a shaking Adam in his arms and he didn’t know what to do. “Adam please,” he whimpered and cried out louder, “Mom!”
He screamed, “Mom!”
The screen door flew open, slamming into the wall of the house, and his mother burst out onto the porch, wild-eyed and terrified. “Clark! What –what--”
“Mom,” he dropped to his knees, still holding Adam tight against his chest, “can you help me, please?” his voice shook with the effort not to cry again, but he felt hot tracks snake down his face.
“My God, Clark—Jonathan! Jonathan!”
His dad managed to pry Adam out of his stiff arms, it took his dad and his mom to get Adam into the house, and Clark was alone, quivering on the front lawn, still in the hole he’d made, still on his knees. His head was resting against the backs of his hands and his fingers were sunk into the dirt. Wave after wave of cold swept him—probably a reaction to holy fuck, I flew flying, and he moved his head back a bit from his hands and threw up—not much, he couldn’t remember the last time he ate--he was ridiculously glad about that. Dirt and mud *and* vomit would have been more than he could handle. He began snickering and then, he felt a warm weight drop around his shoulders.
“Come inside, son, come inside.”
He let himself be led into the warmth of the kitchen, saw his mother spooning a little hot tea into Adam’s mouth, like he was a baby. Her hand was on his head, and she was stroking the sweat-wet strands of hair back from his face. His dad settled Clark on a chair and arranged the blanket that had magically appeared around him, so he could hold the mug of sweet hot tea shoved into his hands.
“Son. What can we do?”
He looked open mouthed at his dad. “You’d help me? Help us?”
He nodded. “We…we love you son.” His dad’s eyes filled with tears. “We miss you son, we tried to tell you—but—we didn’t try hard enough, I guess.”
Clark let his head drop forward, his dad put a hand on his shoulder, and he felt the small cool hands of his mother on the back of his neck and he burst into tears.
“I don’t need your help, Adam does. Help him, please—unless you want us to leave because…because…”
“Doesn’t matter anymore, Clark. All that matters is you. Let us help you, both of you.” His mom was crying, crying so hard, her shoulders were shaking. He wanted to say something that would make her feel better, that would let them know that he loved them too—but those words had been a long time being shoved away. One miracle a night was all he had in him.
His dad’s hand tightened on his shoulder and he said, “It’s okay, son. If you’ll let us help….”
He nodded. Maybe he could start there.
******
“I can do the same thing I did to find Hartnett in Metropolis. I can work the desert in a grid, until I find something out of the ordinary.”
They all sat together at the kitchen table, had been there since Jonathan finished his morning chores. Between Clark and Adam, they’d explained what had happened, not only in the last few months, but what they knew about what happened two years ago.
“And how long will that take you?”
“God, I don’t know—but I’m faster and stronger than anyone and I can hear and see farther than any human, and I can go for days without sleep or food or water…” he ignored his parents flinch and kept his attention on Adam. “And I can come back every day if you want me to, but it’d be better if I just called. I can do this—I know what I’m looking for—broken ribs and all. I can find him.” and I’ll fine him alive, I know it.
Jonathan hesitated and spoke. “These people—they could have reduced Lex to nothing—you have to be prepared to never find him, son.”
Clark looked at him for a long moment. “No I don’t. I’ll find him and bring him home.”
“Clark…for the last few weeks, you haven’t really slept. And you keep saying that you’re afraid Lex’s time is running out—you haven’t been having those dreams, have you? You don’t really have anything to guarantee that he’s alive.” Adam reached out and wrapped his fingers around Clark’s. “You don’t really know anymore, do you?”
Martha spoke up. “What dreams?”
Adam spoke right over Clark’s automatic response of “Nothing.”
“We think Clark had—has—a psychic connection with Lex.” He waited for them to argue such a thing was impossible, but they just nodded, and why shouldn’t they accept it? Hell, yesterday, their son blew a hole in their front yard by landing there—after a flight from Metropolis under his own power. How the hell was psychic ability any stranger than that? He snuck a look at Clark, and glanced back at the Kents. Being gay—had to seem inconsequential now. Or finally…
Clark scowled angrily at Adam. “I haven’t had them lately but that doesn’t mean anything. He’s alive, and I’m going to bring him home and you’ll see. When he’s back,” he told his parents, “we’ll be together, like we should be.” He stormed out of the room.
Martha and Jonathan apologized to Adam and he smirked a little. “Oh, that’s just Clark. It’s nothing I haven’t seen all summer.” He took a bit of satisfaction in seeing that his barb was heard and understood. It had all to do with the fact that they never tried to enlist his help in recovering their son, and nothing to do with the fact that Clark just wrote him off, out loud and to everyone.
The Kents blushed and stammered, “Oh, of course not, right…um. We thought…that you two…”
They were trying, hard, and Adam felt a tiny sting of shame, and a little pity. “No. Not really. That’s not to say that I don’t care deeply for your son—I love him. But he’s not mine to love. It’s up to Lex what happens next.”
The Kents nodded, confused but eager to please and Adam himself was confused. He had no idea what was going to happen. What would he do, could he live knowing he was going to lose every reason he had for living? Clark…Lex…the universe was a bitch, that much he was sure about.
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9/7/06 04:18 am (UTC)Now go find Lex, Clark!
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9/7/06 06:38 pm (UTC)“You *know* people? I *am* people, mother fucker—I can make you disappear.”
Damn, that's gangsta!
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9/7/06 09:55 pm (UTC)*waits for it*
you laughing your ass off, right? LOL!!
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9/8/06 06:23 am (UTC)I'm very happy that you like this--I hope you like the end too--it got a little...weird....
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9/7/06 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm so glad Clark has reconciled with his parents! He needed them, poor boy, and I was sure they would never stop loving him.
Clark showed he could hurt someone, provided he had the right motivation. And of course Hartnett deserved that and much more! I hope Clark has now enough information to be able to find Lex soon.
Btw, another awesome flying scene! So different from the ones in "Ripley", but equally amazing.
Great update!
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9/8/06 07:59 pm (UTC)And he went *home*. Of course he did.
*bounce*
Whoooooot!!
Oh, poor Lex - hope he's not too far gone.....
*sniffle*
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9/9/06 03:53 am (UTC)“You *know* people? I *am* people, mother fucker—I can make you disappear.”
I LOVE Adam! And Clark! And they need to find Lex--ALIVE!!!
:D
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