fic post:mariposa
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roxyTitle:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Whit…
Rating: 3
Summary: No animals were harmed in the creation of this AU.
Today, I baked cookies, and this. *g*
The Previous Parts are here, planning on nailing Flava Flav into a crate and sending him back to Chuck D.
They were tangled on the couch, kissing, wonderful kisses, amazing kisses, kisses that made Clark feel like he was floating…Whit’s hand was working it’s way into Clark’s jeans—they’d already taken Whit’s pants off, his boxers were hanging from one foot, and Whit was laughing in his ear, “Come on, it’s not fair, I lost my pants, you need to take yours off…”
Buddy started barking, and Whit groaned, “Not again.”
Clark froze, and scrambled upright, “Fuck, my parents!”
Whit yelped and leaped off the couch, snatched up his jeans and sprinted for the bathroom. Clark yanked his t-shirt frantically over his head, and by the time his parents came into the house, he was sitting calmly on the couch, watching--he had no idea what--on TV.
“Hey, guys, you’re early--”he looked down and saw Whit’s boxers on the floor and leaped up, kicked them under the couch in one move.
“Well, yes—we were worried. Where the heck were you last night, Clark-we called and called--” His dad was definitely annoyed—both his parents looked angry.
“Um, the hospital, actually…”
“That’s it,” his mom said, “This was the first, and the last vacation we take—we’re never leaving home again.”
His dad broke in, “Clark, who got hurt?”
“Nobody…but we found Earl Jenkins in the loft. He said he was looking for you Dad. He’s really messed up. When we were at the hospital, we overheard that he’s—he’s wanted for murder.””
“Murder—how is that possible?”
Clark started to speak, but Whit walked in the room. “Oh—oh, hi, Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent…did you have a good weekend?”
“Thank you, yes Whitney. And you?” Clark was a little nervous that his folks were so polite to Whit—and both of them were staring at him.
Whit blushed deep red, and stammered, “Uh, my weekend? It was, good, it was—I had a good—did Clark tell you about Earl?”
“Yes, I think I better go see what happened. Clark, do you want to come with me?” His dad grabbed the truck keys from he hook by the back door, and replaced the sports jacket with his barn coat.
Clark nodded, and his dad said, “Good. You might want to put your shirt on right side out first. And you…unh. Kicked your boxers straight out the other side of the couch…”
Clark blushed, Whit was still bright red, and now looked like he wanted to die, but Clark figured if anyone was dying here, he had first dibs…his mom looked at the boxers peeking out from under the couch and frowned—skewered Clark with a sharp look. “I didn’t buy those.”
Right. Painful, prolonged death—had to be better than this….
“Clark," Whit squeaked, “See ya when you get back--bye, Mrandmrskent,” Whit blurted, and dashed out of the kitchen to the driveway. Clark watched him drive away and promised himself that Whit was going to pay for abandoning him….
******
His dad was worried about what the doctor was saying. He nodded, and she tried to describe Earl’s condition, to explain what might be going on with him, hampered by not really being sure herself.
“We think it’s possible that he’s been poisoned—perhaps by some kind of mineral, or metal…he insists that his condition is the result of an explosion of some kind at the plant but—there are no records anywhere that such a thing happened.” She put an x-ray on the light box and pointed to hundreds of small specks under Earl’s skin—almost like shotgun pellets, Clark thought. “The seizures could be caused by his body trying to push these bits of—mineral or metal out of his skin.” She shook her head. “We don’t know for sure…but his condition is worsening, and…” she hesitated again. “It doesn’t look good.”
Clark could see how upset his dad was at the news; it hurt to think that anything could happen to Mr. Earl. He didn’t deserve anything so terrible happening to him.
The doctor was telling his father to visit Mr. Earl quickly—he was going to be transferred to a secure room at Metropolis City Hospital.
*****
“Earl…” His dad tapped on the door frame, and Earl opened his eyes, and smiled, such a kind, familiar smile that Clark’s heart squeezed, knowing that Earl’s life as he knew it was over….
“Jonathan, I’ve been hoping to see you,” he said softly. He caught sight of Clark hanging over his father’s shoulder. “Oh, Clark—Clark, I’m real sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you--”
Clark waved Earl’s apology off. “No problem, Mr. Earl. I know you were just looking for help.” He smiled, and tried to ignore the pounding ache building up at the top of his spine.
His dad shook Earl’s hand, held it a second longer. “Earl…what happened? They’re telling me things I’m finding hard to believe.”
Earl dropped his dad’s hand and closed his eyes. “I—I—it’s true. But it was an accident.” He opened his eyes again. “You have to believe that I’d never hurt anyone on purpose. Please.”
“Of course, Earl, I *know* you. I know you’d never do something like that—I’ll speak to whomever it takes, too, let them know what kind of man you are…”
Earl went on as if his dad hadn’t spoken, intent and tense… “I was trying to get to Lionel Luthor—he’s the reason I’m like this. Him and his plant—when I got that job, I was assigned to clean Level 3. They were doing these hush-hush crop experiments, all jazzed up about a new kind of fertilizer supposed to make corn grow twice as fast. There was something in the fertilizer that was unstable. There was a huge explosion. I was cleaning there at the time, and whatever it was… got under my skin. Two months ago, the jitters started…”
“Earl…doctors, what about--”
“I’ve talked to dozens! Nobody could tell me what was wrong. They all said they needed to know what I was exposed to. But when I went back to the plant, they told me that Level 3 didn't exist. That it never had.” He looked more and more agitated as he spoke, sweat began to run and he looked like the frightening person they’d found cowering in the loft. The ache in Clark’s neck shot up into his head…he moved back against the wall, and rubbed his temples. Earl was almost shouting now.
“I got to find out what they were using. That's why I need your help. You gotta get me out of here. Please Jonathan!”
“I can’t Earl, you’re wanted for murder. We can’t just walk out—they’ll track you down…I’ll help any way I can—any legal way, I promise.”
“I don’t have time, don’t you understand? I don’t have any more time…” He seemed to fold into himself, not speaking, not moving, and after a bit, Clark and his dad left. Clark felt horribly sad for Earl, and his dad picked up on it and folded his arm around him. “Son, whatever we can do t o help Earl, we will, all right?”
He nodded, hoped his dad was right, that there was some kind of chance for him….
******
The next day was Monday, and school promised to be pretty good—they had a field trip scheduled that afternoon, which was almost as good as no school at all. Of course, it was at the fertilizer plant, and that was probably going to be eye-watering boring but still…out of the classroom.
On the way to school, he sat with Chloe on the bus, and kept his eyes focused on the road outside his window. The early morning sun turned the grass on the side of the road gold, dazzled his eyes. He was glad of that. Chloe snuck her hand over his and squeezed a little. He smiled, still looking out the window. If he looked out the window, he didn’t see Whit and Lana sitting a few seats ahead of him. It didn’t matter, and it wasn’t important, and he knew—*knew* it was meaningless. But it still hurt.
Chloe still had his hand as they got off the bus, and Lana looked at him strangely. She looked at Chloe, and frowned, and Chloe smiled wide and stuck her hand in Clark’s back pocket---squeezed. Clark jumped a little and blushed, and Lana snorted and turned away.
“Chloe,” he gasped. “What the heck was that?”
“Oh come on Clark—it’s funny. Besides, she’s been kind of verbally ‘concerned’ lately,” and she made air quotes, “about your ‘sexual orientation’. Concern—that’s what princesses call it when they spread vicious rumors.” Clark stared at her, and she frowned at him. “Look, it’s your decision, your choice whether you’re out or not—not hers. And Whit is running interference, because it makes him look bad to be your friend. Asshole.”
“You know what? I don’t give a shit what Lana says about me, and I’m tired of hiding. Everyone can just go to hell as far as I’m concerned.” Clark was uncomfortable and upset—he didn’t want to fight with Chloe.
Chloe glared at him. “Look, that’s easy to say, until everyone does know, and you have no place to go, and no one to talk to because these creeps will freeze you out, Clark. I know how the people around here can be. No body knows better than me—the outsider, and I’ve been here two damn years already… and it won’t just be you getting the treatment—it’ll be your mom and dad and your friends…”
Clark swallowed, the lump of misery in his chest choking him. He shook his head, and Chloe grabbed him by the chin. “Yes Clark—it’ll be just like that.” He stared into her eyes, her big wet eyes, and then she yanked his head down and kissed him thoroughly. He squeezed his eyes tight and hoped he didn’t look as shocked as he felt—catcalls and wolf-whistles filled the air, and when he opened his eyes, kids were laughing, grinning, pointing…Lana looked speculative, and Whit…Clark looked away, grabbed Chloe’s hand and walked her into the building.
“It’s not going to work—I’m not pretending to date you. I’d rather take the flak—my parents will back me up. I know they will. As for Whit…he’ll do what he has to—anything he decides is okay with me.”
Chloe smiled, her expression equal parts exasperation and love. “Farm Boy, you’re a real doof, you know. But I love you. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what happens. Promise.”
TBC!
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Whit…
Rating: 3
Summary: No animals were harmed in the creation of this AU.
Today, I baked cookies, and this. *g*
The Previous Parts are here, planning on nailing Flava Flav into a crate and sending him back to Chuck D.
They were tangled on the couch, kissing, wonderful kisses, amazing kisses, kisses that made Clark feel like he was floating…Whit’s hand was working it’s way into Clark’s jeans—they’d already taken Whit’s pants off, his boxers were hanging from one foot, and Whit was laughing in his ear, “Come on, it’s not fair, I lost my pants, you need to take yours off…”
Buddy started barking, and Whit groaned, “Not again.”
Clark froze, and scrambled upright, “Fuck, my parents!”
Whit yelped and leaped off the couch, snatched up his jeans and sprinted for the bathroom. Clark yanked his t-shirt frantically over his head, and by the time his parents came into the house, he was sitting calmly on the couch, watching--he had no idea what--on TV.
“Hey, guys, you’re early--”he looked down and saw Whit’s boxers on the floor and leaped up, kicked them under the couch in one move.
“Well, yes—we were worried. Where the heck were you last night, Clark-we called and called--” His dad was definitely annoyed—both his parents looked angry.
“Um, the hospital, actually…”
“That’s it,” his mom said, “This was the first, and the last vacation we take—we’re never leaving home again.”
His dad broke in, “Clark, who got hurt?”
“Nobody…but we found Earl Jenkins in the loft. He said he was looking for you Dad. He’s really messed up. When we were at the hospital, we overheard that he’s—he’s wanted for murder.””
“Murder—how is that possible?”
Clark started to speak, but Whit walked in the room. “Oh—oh, hi, Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent…did you have a good weekend?”
“Thank you, yes Whitney. And you?” Clark was a little nervous that his folks were so polite to Whit—and both of them were staring at him.
Whit blushed deep red, and stammered, “Uh, my weekend? It was, good, it was—I had a good—did Clark tell you about Earl?”
“Yes, I think I better go see what happened. Clark, do you want to come with me?” His dad grabbed the truck keys from he hook by the back door, and replaced the sports jacket with his barn coat.
Clark nodded, and his dad said, “Good. You might want to put your shirt on right side out first. And you…unh. Kicked your boxers straight out the other side of the couch…”
Clark blushed, Whit was still bright red, and now looked like he wanted to die, but Clark figured if anyone was dying here, he had first dibs…his mom looked at the boxers peeking out from under the couch and frowned—skewered Clark with a sharp look. “I didn’t buy those.”
Right. Painful, prolonged death—had to be better than this….
“Clark," Whit squeaked, “See ya when you get back--bye, Mrandmrskent,” Whit blurted, and dashed out of the kitchen to the driveway. Clark watched him drive away and promised himself that Whit was going to pay for abandoning him….
******
His dad was worried about what the doctor was saying. He nodded, and she tried to describe Earl’s condition, to explain what might be going on with him, hampered by not really being sure herself.
“We think it’s possible that he’s been poisoned—perhaps by some kind of mineral, or metal…he insists that his condition is the result of an explosion of some kind at the plant but—there are no records anywhere that such a thing happened.” She put an x-ray on the light box and pointed to hundreds of small specks under Earl’s skin—almost like shotgun pellets, Clark thought. “The seizures could be caused by his body trying to push these bits of—mineral or metal out of his skin.” She shook her head. “We don’t know for sure…but his condition is worsening, and…” she hesitated again. “It doesn’t look good.”
Clark could see how upset his dad was at the news; it hurt to think that anything could happen to Mr. Earl. He didn’t deserve anything so terrible happening to him.
The doctor was telling his father to visit Mr. Earl quickly—he was going to be transferred to a secure room at Metropolis City Hospital.
*****
“Earl…” His dad tapped on the door frame, and Earl opened his eyes, and smiled, such a kind, familiar smile that Clark’s heart squeezed, knowing that Earl’s life as he knew it was over….
“Jonathan, I’ve been hoping to see you,” he said softly. He caught sight of Clark hanging over his father’s shoulder. “Oh, Clark—Clark, I’m real sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you--”
Clark waved Earl’s apology off. “No problem, Mr. Earl. I know you were just looking for help.” He smiled, and tried to ignore the pounding ache building up at the top of his spine.
His dad shook Earl’s hand, held it a second longer. “Earl…what happened? They’re telling me things I’m finding hard to believe.”
Earl dropped his dad’s hand and closed his eyes. “I—I—it’s true. But it was an accident.” He opened his eyes again. “You have to believe that I’d never hurt anyone on purpose. Please.”
“Of course, Earl, I *know* you. I know you’d never do something like that—I’ll speak to whomever it takes, too, let them know what kind of man you are…”
Earl went on as if his dad hadn’t spoken, intent and tense… “I was trying to get to Lionel Luthor—he’s the reason I’m like this. Him and his plant—when I got that job, I was assigned to clean Level 3. They were doing these hush-hush crop experiments, all jazzed up about a new kind of fertilizer supposed to make corn grow twice as fast. There was something in the fertilizer that was unstable. There was a huge explosion. I was cleaning there at the time, and whatever it was… got under my skin. Two months ago, the jitters started…”
“Earl…doctors, what about--”
“I’ve talked to dozens! Nobody could tell me what was wrong. They all said they needed to know what I was exposed to. But when I went back to the plant, they told me that Level 3 didn't exist. That it never had.” He looked more and more agitated as he spoke, sweat began to run and he looked like the frightening person they’d found cowering in the loft. The ache in Clark’s neck shot up into his head…he moved back against the wall, and rubbed his temples. Earl was almost shouting now.
“I got to find out what they were using. That's why I need your help. You gotta get me out of here. Please Jonathan!”
“I can’t Earl, you’re wanted for murder. We can’t just walk out—they’ll track you down…I’ll help any way I can—any legal way, I promise.”
“I don’t have time, don’t you understand? I don’t have any more time…” He seemed to fold into himself, not speaking, not moving, and after a bit, Clark and his dad left. Clark felt horribly sad for Earl, and his dad picked up on it and folded his arm around him. “Son, whatever we can do t o help Earl, we will, all right?”
He nodded, hoped his dad was right, that there was some kind of chance for him….
******
The next day was Monday, and school promised to be pretty good—they had a field trip scheduled that afternoon, which was almost as good as no school at all. Of course, it was at the fertilizer plant, and that was probably going to be eye-watering boring but still…out of the classroom.
On the way to school, he sat with Chloe on the bus, and kept his eyes focused on the road outside his window. The early morning sun turned the grass on the side of the road gold, dazzled his eyes. He was glad of that. Chloe snuck her hand over his and squeezed a little. He smiled, still looking out the window. If he looked out the window, he didn’t see Whit and Lana sitting a few seats ahead of him. It didn’t matter, and it wasn’t important, and he knew—*knew* it was meaningless. But it still hurt.
Chloe still had his hand as they got off the bus, and Lana looked at him strangely. She looked at Chloe, and frowned, and Chloe smiled wide and stuck her hand in Clark’s back pocket---squeezed. Clark jumped a little and blushed, and Lana snorted and turned away.
“Chloe,” he gasped. “What the heck was that?”
“Oh come on Clark—it’s funny. Besides, she’s been kind of verbally ‘concerned’ lately,” and she made air quotes, “about your ‘sexual orientation’. Concern—that’s what princesses call it when they spread vicious rumors.” Clark stared at her, and she frowned at him. “Look, it’s your decision, your choice whether you’re out or not—not hers. And Whit is running interference, because it makes him look bad to be your friend. Asshole.”
“You know what? I don’t give a shit what Lana says about me, and I’m tired of hiding. Everyone can just go to hell as far as I’m concerned.” Clark was uncomfortable and upset—he didn’t want to fight with Chloe.
Chloe glared at him. “Look, that’s easy to say, until everyone does know, and you have no place to go, and no one to talk to because these creeps will freeze you out, Clark. I know how the people around here can be. No body knows better than me—the outsider, and I’ve been here two damn years already… and it won’t just be you getting the treatment—it’ll be your mom and dad and your friends…”
Clark swallowed, the lump of misery in his chest choking him. He shook his head, and Chloe grabbed him by the chin. “Yes Clark—it’ll be just like that.” He stared into her eyes, her big wet eyes, and then she yanked his head down and kissed him thoroughly. He squeezed his eyes tight and hoped he didn’t look as shocked as he felt—catcalls and wolf-whistles filled the air, and when he opened his eyes, kids were laughing, grinning, pointing…Lana looked speculative, and Whit…Clark looked away, grabbed Chloe’s hand and walked her into the building.
“It’s not going to work—I’m not pretending to date you. I’d rather take the flak—my parents will back me up. I know they will. As for Whit…he’ll do what he has to—anything he decides is okay with me.”
Chloe smiled, her expression equal parts exasperation and love. “Farm Boy, you’re a real doof, you know. But I love you. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what happens. Promise.”
TBC!
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12/17/06 08:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/17/06 08:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/17/06 08:14 am (UTC)So I guess hoping that one of the mutants make Lana one of the rising number mysterious deaths isn't very nice, huh?? I really wish Whit could dump her rumor spreading butt - loudly and publicly.
Awwwwww, Chloe - any excuse to kiss Clark - you are a good friend.
I am so glad that Clark is willing to be himself, damn the consequences and whatever the small minds of people in Smallville think and say - this will stand him in good stead when he takes up with internationally-known, multi-billionaire, fashion plate, and most eligible bachelor He-who-is-not-mentioned.
Sooooooo, hostages next??!?? Reintroduction to the nameless one - please??? Not that a lot of flirting could be done during hostage situ, but still.
Even still I have to say that I like that the Luthors are not that strong a presence in Clark's life (of course not He-...., but Lionel and all the machinations for that quarter.)
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12/17/06 08:30 am (UTC)internationally-known, multi-billionaire, fashion plate, and most eligible bachelor He-who-is-not-mentioned.
Why, who could that mysterious stranger be?
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12/17/06 10:21 am (UTC)So cute, I loved his parents' reaction to nearly finding him with Whit.
And yeah for Chloe trying to protect her clueless alien friend.
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12/17/06 05:03 pm (UTC)just sayin'....
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12/17/06 11:38 am (UTC)Well, you get the idea. *blushes*
Chloe the beard? I'm feeling a little iffy on that one...
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12/17/06 05:06 pm (UTC)OMG, you poor thing!!! So embarrasssing! *g*
No Chloe no beard. Naw, Clark's not going for that, but Chloe was willing. She's just worried about him.
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12/17/06 04:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/17/06 05:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/17/06 04:42 pm (UTC)Chloe's an idiot.
Clark's parents are worrywarts.
Whit's a dork.
Clark needs to stop being all...whatever.
*cough*
Ummm. I did *like* this . A lot. Yes yes.
:)
*luffs*
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12/17/06 05:09 pm (UTC)Yes!
Yes!
....yes?
Yes???!!?
yessssssssss....
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12/17/06 05:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/17/06 05:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/17/06 07:46 pm (UTC)Yes, I like platonic Chlark also. She's the perfect friend for him--though I would have supported it if the show had gone that way--now, it would be pathetic and idiotic. Unless Lois dies and Chloe takes her place as Lois Lane, like in my dreams...than I'd be all over that Lois and Clark thing!
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12/17/06 08:19 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see how Clark is going to punish Whit for abandoning him. ;-)
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12/18/06 02:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/18/06 02:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/18/06 02:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/18/06 04:29 am (UTC)Can a piece of the school facade fall off and knock Lana on the head? Whether it kills her or just causes a huge personality change will be up to you. *evil grins*
I love Chloe trying to protect Clark! She's the best bestfriend Clark could want. But I wanted to hear Whit's reaction to the kiss! Do we get to see jealous Whit next part? hehehe
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12/18/06 05:17 pm (UTC)And no, no, it would be wrong to kill Lana, tut tut.
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12/18/06 03:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/18/06 05:18 pm (UTC)and your icon is soooo cool!!
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2/14/07 08:11 am (UTC)I could speculate, but instead I will EEEEEEE over the nearly getting caught scene and grin very big at the kicked boxers under the sofa. Hah. (been there, done that, have the boxers?:D )
I was completely expecting Clark to get a lecture about Whit in the car on the way to the hospital, and was relieved that it didn't happen. And Yay for Jonathan, again!
Chloe. Love your Chloe. Love. I nearly choked on my water reading her grope and then kiss. She's such a good friend to Clark, and YAY that he doesn't want to pretend to date her, and for all the right reasons.
Maybe Whit will get a spine and do the right thing too?
Heh.
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3/19/07 01:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
3/19/07 04:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/10/08 03:09 am (UTC)I love all the parallels you are putting in this, even though it is such an AU - the red jacket, Clark's feeling of not fittin in, Pete's inability to deal with a Clark secret, etc.
I am not a Whitney fan, but you are really making me like this relationship. Whitney isn't good enough for Clark, but he is trying so hard. There second kiss was amazing and their first time was hot, but so far the first scene in this one was my favorite. I was laughing so hard through the whole conversation with Clark's parents and really lost it when Jonathan mentioned the boxers coming out the other side!
I will be interested to see where, if anywhere, you go with Clark's makeup and I am really looking forward to finding out what happened to his powers. Okay, enough of a break, back to reading.
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6/10/08 03:16 am (UTC)I was happy to make a few folks tolerate Whit more through reading this. *g*
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3/10/10 05:27 am (UTC)Haha! Busted! He left his shorts! ^_^ And Chloe's the best ever!
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3/11/10 07:36 am (UTC)