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fic post Mariposa
Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex soon…pretty much
Rating: 3
Summary: This is an AU version of Smallville. *snort*
Previous Parts are here,
dreaming of world domination…and bunnies.
Men Of Good Fortune
Lucas walked unannounced into Lex’s office, and cursing, threw a folder and a disc case onto his desk. He tore the dark purple tie he wore out of his collar and tossed it at the couch, just missing Lex’s lap. Lex frowned slightly, watching Lucas’ dramatic entrance from the couch.
His brother was sketch of black and gray and purple… his style. On Lucas it made him look like a cheap Hollywood mobster. Lex found that rather…endearing. He liked that the boy was trying so hard.
“Lex--” Lucas had his back to him. His hands were on the edge of the desk, his head was bowed and from his body language, Lex would guess that some of the cockiness had very recently been knocked out of him, as unbelievable as it might seem. Lex smirked. It appeared Lucas was going to have to reach into his ‘shut up’ fund a little sooner than he expected…he turned his attention back to business, dismissing Lucas’ theatrics.
“My God…Lex--” He sounded…haunted. Frightened? Lex glanced up, at first annoyed, his first thought being that he might be forced to deal personally with some outraged girl’s—or boy’s—parents, or God forbid, the police. But when he met Lucas’ eyes, he knew—whatever it was had rocked the boy to the core. “What’s wrong—Lucas, what’s wrong?”
He was white as a sheet; his eyes were huge and frightened. “You know, I thought the worst thing about that man was that he was an abrasive fuck with a twisted sense of humor…but to find out that he was a monster…”
What in the world had Lucas found—what could that old bastard have kept? What kind of records…Lex felt ill. It wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility that Lionel would have kept records of…things past. Lex pushed Lucas into the chair at the desk. “Sit; let me get you a drink. You look like you could use something strong.” He splashed a little brandy into a glass for him and watched him take a deep gulp, and gasp.
“God, that’s so--awful.” Lucas shook his head, breathed through his mouth.
“No it’s not,” Lex said soothingly, and gently took the glass from Lucas’ fingers, “you’re just a prole. Now—what is it that has you so on edge?”
“Lionel was conducting human experiments. All that amazing breakthrough in the pharm division?” He waved his hand toward the few slim cases scattered over the desk surface. “This is why.”
Lex slowly let himself down in the chair facing the desk. Whatever it was that could rock a borderline sociopath like Lucas had to be even worse than he could imagine. Lex opened the folder. It held a few photographs. It took him a moment to understand what he was looking at, and it still seemed—fantastic. Impossible. “Please tell me you’re fucking with me.” But the words were automatic. He knew without a doubt that what Lucas said was true and these were undoctored photos and how horrible was it that he didn’t doubt for one minute that his dad was capable of…this. He’d had the proof himself for years…he licked his lip. “He was insane. How did we not know *how* insane he was?”
Lucas closed his eyes and shook his head. “I wish, I wish…” he opened one eye and asked in a shaky voice and an attempt at a leer, “You did say fucking *with* me, not fucking me---”
“Okay, you’re feeling better. There’s more. Show me.”
Lucas hesitated—slid his coat off and took something from an inside pocket-- a disc. “Start with the discs on the desk first. You’re not going to believe what’s he’s done…” he flipped the disc in his hand one over and over in his fingers, and finally set it down. “When you're done with those, this is the one you need to see. And Lex…I really do love you. I mean, just for being my brother. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Don’t ever doubt it. Honestly.”
******
Lex watched the young boy on the screen cry, his arms and legs strapped to the table he laid face down on. He laughed once, quietly and Lucas looked at him in startled shock. Lex shrugged, sipped at his glass. It was ironic--he’d been on tables like that voluntarily. He tilted his head, and watched the boy jerk and howl. Bled la lot less, though.
In this particular sequence they were taking samples: blood, skin, bone marrow. Other sequences recorded his reactions to various stimuli. The recordings showed events of different days and it went on and on…
Lucas smoked a thin cigar, his eyes narrowed against the smoke, but unwaveringly on Lex.
“Don’t smoke in here, please,” Lex sighed and waved his hands. “I don’t understand. Why don’t I remember any of this?” He muttered. “It’s like watching it happen to a stranger.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, but isn’t the proper response, thank fuck I don’t remember any of this—oh shit. I didn’t watch this far…”
Lex sat frozen in the chair—his hands like claws in the arms, raking across the leather hard enough to leave marks. “That explains why I don’t remember.”
The thin bony body strapped down on the table writhed, ribs lifting with the effort to scream loud—loud, until a block of rubber was jammed between its--his teeth and then he arched and arched on the table—the snap of breaking bone could clearly be heard. “Ah.”
“God damn it. God...I was seven years old, and whining that we couldn’t afford a game player like my friends had while you were getting…” Lucas looked at Lex and said reverently, “And to think I used to be jealous of you.”
“Shut up Lucas.” Lex felt long slow shivers run through him. “I’m so glad he’s dead, because I’d have to kill him, I’d have to kill him so it hurt.”
Lucas leaned over and smashed the cigar out in a decorative dish. He sprawled against the arm of the couch and stretched his arm along the back; let his knee touch Lex’s.
Lex shifted, swatted Lucas’ questing finger from the side of his head. Lucas smirked and said, “You’re missing the point here, Lex-Lex; you’re one of those freaks too. You see? “
“Thank you. See yourself out and ask Benton to shoot you in the head will you, I’ll be busy here….”
“Ha. I mean whatever makes you different, Lionel knew. It must have had some value too—you’re still alive.” He grinned at Lex’s raised eyebrow. “After all, he had a back up—he didn’t need you anymore, and in some ways, I’m more like dear old dad than you. I don’t have as much difficulty seeing that the ends can justify the means. You, you worry too much. Who’s it going to hurt, what impact will this decision have--blah, blah, blah. You know, life is much simpler when you reduce it to one basic law—want, take—have. Simple.”
Lex opened his mouth, shut it. He frowned. “That’s psychotic—and strangely familiar. Besides I spent too much of my life doing that, just batting between events like a pinball machine. I let things happen to me, told myself I wanted it like that, because I was trained to it. You, Lucas Luthor, are one fortunate mother fucker. Never forget that.”
Lucas stared at him; Lex could feel his eyes on him. “I know,” he whispered. “I said that once tonight. I’ve said it every time I think about that thing…” he reached over Lex, shut the laptop, and laid his hand on his. “I hate that I’m a part of that old bastard,” he squeezed Lex’s hand. “for more than one reason, but Lex, I’ll never try to hurt you. Ever.”
Lex smiled and nodded, and Lucas stood. He put his coat back on, smiled down at Lex. “That’s not to say I won’t—but trust me, I won’t mean to.”
“God, you are such a fucking…I have no words.” He pointed at Lucas. “I’m not kidding, Benton is armed.”
tbc, so soon you'll be completely goggled!
eta:sorry ya'll!
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Too bad he's dead. Bastard.
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I guess it makes sense that Lex and Clark had parallel awful experiments done on them that they can't remember, but ouch.
This Lucas is pretty interesting, though, I have to say.
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*pets Lex*
Poor boy!!
Gaaaaaaaaah. How revolting.
*shudder*
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So was Lionel the one who hurt Clark, because if he was - death came too soon. Like Lex, we really need to kill him more. I didn't really think Lionel had anything to do with what happened to Clark, but something still worked/is working to suppress Clark's powers. I am really glad that Lex doesn't remember Lionel physically hurting, but this goes to show that you really did need to kill Lionel before Lex meet Clark for relationship-ness, because Lionel would have done so much damage.
I like how you are taking time out from Clark's story to share some more of Lex's and Lucas's story.
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no, no, Lionel didn't hurt Clark. Something is definitely working to hold Clark down, and Lex will be the one to help him.
Lionel would have taken Clark apart--Lex isn't going to be nearly that bad to Clark.
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Lucas is.... actually, I don't think there are words to describe Lucas. lol He is just messed up beyond words, but does seem to care for Lex in his own psychotic way.
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I love to hate John Glover. I do. He's just everything nasty and wrong and HOLY CRAP all rolled up in one incredibly smooth container, despite all the wrinkles.
He makes Smallville a treat, when he's being the Magnificent Bastard. I just want him to HURT so much...
Somehow, having him dead here in your story is just nearly as good. why? Because he's still got tentacles (snerks) and HOMFG, if he were alive, There'd be a line in front of Lex to kill the nasty, nasty man.
And I adore your Lucas. He's broken, but somehow still working. It's like--Hah, an image from childhood here--accidentally breaking a 45 record and still getting to work because you can sort of snap the pieces together again, and it will play and mostly not skip.
*grins*
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OMG!! YES YES YES!!!!! That's the most perfect description of this Lucas EVER!!!!
Poor kids-they won't know what we're talking about...*G*
*huggles you all over*
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Goggles Mahoney--that's a great name!