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roxyTitle:Dis Pater Jupiter
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Lucas/Lex
Rating:nc-17 pretty much from start to finish
Summary: the story involves incest, drug use, non-con sex, a teeny weeny bit of BDSM, and a sprinkling of insanity. It's a sequel to Dis Pate Kronus, a slighlty less nutty story.
here we are ladies, this bit and one more, and it's done, finoota-- wrapped up like a Christmas package, if Christmas at your house involved getting a bloody head in a box. I'm kidding, there's no bloody head in this story. Not in this one...*G*
ETA: because I'm stoopit--I forgot to credit these ladies for the end of the story, back then when I wasn't sure what to do with Lucas, they helped jumpstart my brain. The end bit is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
digitalwave and justabi, thank you so much.
parts 1 to 32
He felt like he came for an eternity, shock after shock hit him, his muscles trembled and locked, trembled and locked…his dick throbbed and pulsed for what seemed like hours, he could hear himself sobbing in lung-fulls of air… “It can be like that all the time, you know. Just you and me, and this. I’ll kill him and you’ll finally see. It’ll be the way it should have been from the beginning. You should never have needed anyone else. I killed Dad for you, and—and I’ll kill Superman for you…” Lucas was talking almost to himself, gazing at the come sliding off the tips of the gauntlet, smeared across Lex’s chest and thighs. He tilted his head upwards, looked toward the ceiling. “Hear that?” He laughed lightly and looked back at Lex. “I think your friend is at the door…”
The ground rumbled, and bucked, shelves tipped their contents to the floor. Tile pinged and cracked…the men weren’t uneasy anymore—they were panicked. “What the hell was that? An earthquake?” one of them said. A long crack snaked down one wall. The armor’s framework shimmied, tried to dance across the floor.
Lex groaned, he was so fucked up; he wanted to move, get under the table, get…out from the middle of the fucking floor before he died. The building shook, plaster dust drifted to the floor…they could hear concrete cracking, metal shrieking. The men panicked, broke for the exit and Lucas sped towards them. The impact of the armor’s metal soles splintering the industrial tiles drowned out the noise of the building apparently disintegrating floors above them. Lucas reached the exit first, and grabbed the first man in front of him and ripped him in two. It was quick, horribly bloody and horribly quick—Lucas tossed him aside like used Kleenex. The other men froze—unable to process what they’d seen. Lucas reached out and crushed the skull of one of the guards and Darrell stood in front of him screaming stop stop, and Lucas rounded on him.
Darrell had a moment to reflect on the monumental stupidity of calling Lucas’ attention to him.
“Heeey, Darrell…remember that night you thought it was funny to make me come ‘til I passed out? Remember that? Cut cut cut…” he made a scissoring motion, and Darrell paled, moved back. "Well guess what? It’s my turn to laugh.” He made the scissor motion again and Darrell bolted for the far exit.
Lucas was waiting for him, leaning against the door’s frame.
“I used to think I’d take a long time doing it--” At Darrell’s horrified look he said, “Oh yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, ever since you suggested using my brother as a guinea pig, actually. My Lex. You must be insane.”
He reached out slowly, and Darrell stood trembling like a rabbit in front of a fox, tears running down his face. “But we…you and I…I thought….”
Lex cradled his head between his massive hands. “Unh-unh. Only Lex gets forgiveness. You just get three strikes. You’re done.”
Darrell screamed. “Two! You only said two! Cutting you—your brother--” He lost the ability to speak, to think, to breathe…Lucas shook his hands and the gore flew and splattered the floor in front of Lex. Lex gasped and scrabbled away from the mess, swallowing and swallowing. “Lucas, Lucas…” he groaned.
Lucas spoke; Lex thought he was talking to him but he was looking at the shattered remnants of Darrell. “Shit, you’re right—I miscounted. Sorry about that.” He turned to Lex. “Don’t worry, all his work is on file, I can take care of you.”
They were alone, Lucas, himself…the dead men. The doors hung open, the other techs and guards gone. Lex could hear alarms going off above them, evacuation instructions blared over loudspeakers… “Lucas, stop now, and maybe you’ll have a chance—we could go away, someplace no one knows us.”
Lucas shook his head. “We don’t need to hide. We’re special, we’re different. The normal rules don’t apply to us, you understand? We’re above the law, you know—we are the law. The new law, the only one the world needs.”
The ceiling exploded downward and Superman was standing in a circle of pulverized concrete and steel. He’d hit the floor so hard, Lex could still feel the vibrations—cracks radiated outward from where he stood—and he was furious.
“You—you bastard, I should kill you. Going after me is one thing, but my parents--no one touches my parents.”
“Well, fuck, it wasn’t like they were dead—yet.”
Clark jerked back, staring at Lucas and Lex made a noise, and that was when Clark saw him… “Lex--” sitting half naked in a puddle of blood. He raced to Lex’s side, and wrapped his arms around him--“What did you do…you fucking--”
“Take your hands off him, you—you fucking freak son-of-a-bitch!”
Superman roared, his eyes flashing with anger, red and intense and the air in front of them wavered, danced…he flew at Lucas and Lucas rushed to meet him and they crashed together in the center of the room.
Lex dove towards the wall and Amanda’s body. He grabbed her gun, and held it, pointed it—and laughed. What the fuck? They were both fucking invincible. The gun dropped into his lap. His only chance was to get a head shot, and Lucas was moving as fast as Clark was. He pictured himself drawing on Lucas and his stomach flipped….
Clark was pounding Lucas, but each punch was costing him, and every time he hit, the blow was weaker and weaker. Lex could see pain making his face gray, thin black lines were snaking over his skin—
He was rocking Lucas back, but every contact Lucas made, sent blood flying—Clark’s blood. Lucas cursed steadily, every impact slammed a grunt out of him, and he hit and hit. They were grappling and sliding in a pool of blood, their’s and the dead techs--Clark slipped, dropped to one knee and Lucas grabbed him by the arm and whirled him around and around like a kid swinging a toy--with a yell he let Clark go and he smashed into the wall, inside the wall….
Lucas laughed, whooped—“This is fucking fantastic! Fuck me, I love the hell out of it! How does it feel, Freak? Come on Superman, come get me.”
Clark dragged himself partway out of the hole in the wall and collapsed. Lex choked, staggered to his feet, he was so frightened for Clark—his face looked like hamburger, his lip was ripped down the middle and ropes of bloody saliva drooled down his chin. One eye was a violent purple, puffed and swollen shut, he was so smeared with blood it was impossible to tell where it came from…
Lucas had a single bruise across one cheekbone, blood in the corner of his mouth, but he was almost unharmed, he was grinning with a manic euphoria. He grabbed Clark’s arm and yanked him from the hole, threw him skidding across the floor and through the remains of the guard Lucas had ripped in half, and Clark shouted in disgust. Lucas leaped up into the air, so high he just missed slamming into the ceiling and landed on Clark with a gleeful yell. Lex heard something break, heard Clark cry out….
The Kryptonite in the suit was killing Clark—*Lucas* was killing him, punch by punch, bit by bit.
“Clark! Get up Clark!” Lex screamed.
Lucas whipped his head about, glared at Lex, “What? The fuck are you talking about? Where?”
Clark groaned, “Run Lex, run to Bruce...” coughed up a thick wad of foamy saliva and blood, and Lucas kicked him in the shoulder. He shuddered as it broke and rolled to his back, staring blearily up at the purple and green figure towering over him.
“The fuck…” he reached down and picked Clark up by his throat. “Well god damn it. He’s right. How the fuck did I not know that before. I never recognized you—I fucked you stupid a million times and I never recognized you in the damn suit…” He laughed loud and dropped Clark to the floor and stared down at him. He turned and cracked a piece of the armor’s frame away. He stood over Clark… “Hey, Smallville, how about one last fuck, for old time’s sake, hunh?” He tossed the pipe from hand to hand. “Yeah, sounds good.” He reached down and ripped the belt away, prepared to ripped the tights down, and Lex screamed.
“LUCAS!”
Lucas turned, a look of annoyed exasperation on his face. “God damn it babe, can't you see I’m busy? What the fuck--”
Lex was pointing a gun at Lucas. The barrel dipped and wavered, he was biting down on his lip so hard, a thin rill of blood ran over his chin. He blinked hard, trying to clear tears from his eyes. “Stop, please.”
“Oh man,” Lucas’ face crumbled, his chin shook, “Oh man, you’d shoot me? For Clark? Me, your brother?” His eyes suddenly went ice cold and flat as a snake's. “Go ahead; you’ll never hit the target. I’m faster than the fucking bullet; I’m faster than your colorblind boyfriend here. Fuck, the bullet’ll damage him more than me. Darrell was right; the kryptonite in the armor is fucking him up.”
Lex glanced down and saw that Clark was…he was dying. He gasped, and Lucas took a step towards him. Lex pointed the gun under his own chin. “You win. Clark’s dying. Stop or I’ll kill myself.”
“What?” Lucas laughed, “You’re not going to shoot yourself,” but he looked unsure.
Lex’s hand trembled but he cocked the hammer back, said, “It’s going to happen eventually--this way’s cleaner. I’ll kill myself unless you let him go--.”
“No!” Lucas screamed. “Me, me, me—you love me—you need me.”
Lex closed his eyes, swallowed and angled the gun in deeper under his chin, preparing himself--*don’t die Clark, please don’t die* He heard Lucas say “Okay, wait, please, please, wait…”
He was in front of Lex. “Lex, please, I promise, I swear on my love for you, I won’t hurt you. Please don’t. Just don’t—shoot. Okay?” His voice was quiet, gentle. “Hey, hey, remember when Dad brought us here for the first time, and I was so scared, and you were so brave? You were always so brave…”
Lex could see it, see Lucas’ face so tight with fear, his hand clinging to Lex’s…Lucas closed his eyes and leaned hard against him. Lex tightened his arms around him and closed his own eyes. He could feel Lucas' heart beating rabbit fast, so hard he could feel it against his own ribs. Lucas's hands wrapped themselves tight in Lex's t-shirt and he could hear him whimpering faintly.
Lex jumped—the memory had been so strong, it was like he was there again…he heard the little voice calling his name…he opened his eyes and Lucas was staring into them. “Did you love me a little bit?” Tears spilled from his glazed eyes. “A little, ever?”
“I love you right now,” Lex said. “I’ll always love you. Forever, no matter what…” Lucas’ eyes closed, and Lex could see Clark getting stiffly to his feet, able to recover somewhat with distance from Lucas. He picked up the broken pipe, held it like a bat. His eyes were locked on Lucas and he drew back, pipe over his shoulder and ready to swing…Lex caught his eyes and mouthed, ‘No—please’…Clark dropped his arms…
“Take me out of this Lex,” Lucas whispered and Lex reached up to undo the clasps that locked Lucas into the suit. Lucas lifted a bloody gauntlet and stopped Lex’s hand. “Help me, Lex; take me out of this, please. Take me out.” He sighed and shuddered and lifted his mouth to Lex. “Please.”
Lex was conscious of Clark staring as he pressed his mouth against Lucas’. Lucas’ lips were dry, his chapped skin scraped against Lex’s, his tongue was bitter against his. Lex parted his lips and let Lucas draw his tongue in and suck—gently, softly—he let go slowly, and sighed. Lex felt him say his name against his mouth. He licked his lips and when he knew he could speak in a steady voice, he stroked Lucas’ cheek, said, “Keep your eyes closed, honey.”
“Okay.” Lucas shuddered again. “I’m cold.”
Lex kissed him again. “I know, I know. Shhh. Can you put your arms around me, honey?”
Lucas nodded, closed his eyes and looped his arms around Lex’s waist. Lex said “I love you so much,” and Lucas smiled. “I belong to you,” Lex whispered in his ear.
“I know,” he said, and Lex shot him.
Clark shouted, “Lex! No!”
Lucas dropped to the floor and Lex fell to his knees beside him. He dropped the gun, and stared at Clark. “Oh God, help me, I killed him.”
******
Lex and Clark sat on the field a mile or so from the plant, and watched it burn.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t have saved the plant, maybe done what my dad wanted to do, revitalize Smallville.”
Clark shook his head. “They got along without it for all those years. Smallville will survive.” He turned to look at Lex. How about you? How are you?”
There were still traces of dried blood caught in the creases of his skin; Clark didn’t tell him. “I’m fine. I’ll be okay.” He stared at the ground, and wiped again at his face. “I don’t know…I don’t know why I can’t stop crying. He ruined my life. He would have killed…everyone. He would have killed you.”
Clark touched his hand. “You’ll have help. All the help you need.”
They could hear sirens in the background, and Clark tried to lift Lex, “We have to go…”
Lex shook his head hard. “No. I can’t. I have to watch…I have to be here for him.” Tears ran down his face. “Why? Why couldn’t we have just been happy? Why couldn’t it have been…” he sobbed. “I can’t help but feel it’s my fault. That I did it to him.”
Clark wrapped Lex in his arms. “You didn’t. You did the best you could. You tried to save him. You did at the end.”
next part , the end.
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Lucas/Lex
Rating:nc-17 pretty much from start to finish
Summary: the story involves incest, drug use, non-con sex, a teeny weeny bit of BDSM, and a sprinkling of insanity. It's a sequel to Dis Pate Kronus, a slighlty less nutty story.
here we are ladies, this bit and one more, and it's done, finoota-- wrapped up like a Christmas package, if Christmas at your house involved getting a bloody head in a box. I'm kidding, there's no bloody head in this story. Not in this one...*G*
ETA: because I'm stoopit--I forgot to credit these ladies for the end of the story, back then when I wasn't sure what to do with Lucas, they helped jumpstart my brain. The end bit is for
digitalwave and justabi, thank you so much. parts 1 to 32
He felt like he came for an eternity, shock after shock hit him, his muscles trembled and locked, trembled and locked…his dick throbbed and pulsed for what seemed like hours, he could hear himself sobbing in lung-fulls of air… “It can be like that all the time, you know. Just you and me, and this. I’ll kill him and you’ll finally see. It’ll be the way it should have been from the beginning. You should never have needed anyone else. I killed Dad for you, and—and I’ll kill Superman for you…” Lucas was talking almost to himself, gazing at the come sliding off the tips of the gauntlet, smeared across Lex’s chest and thighs. He tilted his head upwards, looked toward the ceiling. “Hear that?” He laughed lightly and looked back at Lex. “I think your friend is at the door…”
The ground rumbled, and bucked, shelves tipped their contents to the floor. Tile pinged and cracked…the men weren’t uneasy anymore—they were panicked. “What the hell was that? An earthquake?” one of them said. A long crack snaked down one wall. The armor’s framework shimmied, tried to dance across the floor.
Lex groaned, he was so fucked up; he wanted to move, get under the table, get…out from the middle of the fucking floor before he died. The building shook, plaster dust drifted to the floor…they could hear concrete cracking, metal shrieking. The men panicked, broke for the exit and Lucas sped towards them. The impact of the armor’s metal soles splintering the industrial tiles drowned out the noise of the building apparently disintegrating floors above them. Lucas reached the exit first, and grabbed the first man in front of him and ripped him in two. It was quick, horribly bloody and horribly quick—Lucas tossed him aside like used Kleenex. The other men froze—unable to process what they’d seen. Lucas reached out and crushed the skull of one of the guards and Darrell stood in front of him screaming stop stop, and Lucas rounded on him.
Darrell had a moment to reflect on the monumental stupidity of calling Lucas’ attention to him.
“Heeey, Darrell…remember that night you thought it was funny to make me come ‘til I passed out? Remember that? Cut cut cut…” he made a scissoring motion, and Darrell paled, moved back. "Well guess what? It’s my turn to laugh.” He made the scissor motion again and Darrell bolted for the far exit.
Lucas was waiting for him, leaning against the door’s frame.
“I used to think I’d take a long time doing it--” At Darrell’s horrified look he said, “Oh yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, ever since you suggested using my brother as a guinea pig, actually. My Lex. You must be insane.”
He reached out slowly, and Darrell stood trembling like a rabbit in front of a fox, tears running down his face. “But we…you and I…I thought….”
Lex cradled his head between his massive hands. “Unh-unh. Only Lex gets forgiveness. You just get three strikes. You’re done.”
Darrell screamed. “Two! You only said two! Cutting you—your brother--” He lost the ability to speak, to think, to breathe…Lucas shook his hands and the gore flew and splattered the floor in front of Lex. Lex gasped and scrabbled away from the mess, swallowing and swallowing. “Lucas, Lucas…” he groaned.
Lucas spoke; Lex thought he was talking to him but he was looking at the shattered remnants of Darrell. “Shit, you’re right—I miscounted. Sorry about that.” He turned to Lex. “Don’t worry, all his work is on file, I can take care of you.”
They were alone, Lucas, himself…the dead men. The doors hung open, the other techs and guards gone. Lex could hear alarms going off above them, evacuation instructions blared over loudspeakers… “Lucas, stop now, and maybe you’ll have a chance—we could go away, someplace no one knows us.”
Lucas shook his head. “We don’t need to hide. We’re special, we’re different. The normal rules don’t apply to us, you understand? We’re above the law, you know—we are the law. The new law, the only one the world needs.”
The ceiling exploded downward and Superman was standing in a circle of pulverized concrete and steel. He’d hit the floor so hard, Lex could still feel the vibrations—cracks radiated outward from where he stood—and he was furious.
“You—you bastard, I should kill you. Going after me is one thing, but my parents--no one touches my parents.”
“Well, fuck, it wasn’t like they were dead—yet.”
Clark jerked back, staring at Lucas and Lex made a noise, and that was when Clark saw him… “Lex--” sitting half naked in a puddle of blood. He raced to Lex’s side, and wrapped his arms around him--“What did you do…you fucking--”
“Take your hands off him, you—you fucking freak son-of-a-bitch!”
Superman roared, his eyes flashing with anger, red and intense and the air in front of them wavered, danced…he flew at Lucas and Lucas rushed to meet him and they crashed together in the center of the room.
Lex dove towards the wall and Amanda’s body. He grabbed her gun, and held it, pointed it—and laughed. What the fuck? They were both fucking invincible. The gun dropped into his lap. His only chance was to get a head shot, and Lucas was moving as fast as Clark was. He pictured himself drawing on Lucas and his stomach flipped….
Clark was pounding Lucas, but each punch was costing him, and every time he hit, the blow was weaker and weaker. Lex could see pain making his face gray, thin black lines were snaking over his skin—
He was rocking Lucas back, but every contact Lucas made, sent blood flying—Clark’s blood. Lucas cursed steadily, every impact slammed a grunt out of him, and he hit and hit. They were grappling and sliding in a pool of blood, their’s and the dead techs--Clark slipped, dropped to one knee and Lucas grabbed him by the arm and whirled him around and around like a kid swinging a toy--with a yell he let Clark go and he smashed into the wall, inside the wall….
Lucas laughed, whooped—“This is fucking fantastic! Fuck me, I love the hell out of it! How does it feel, Freak? Come on Superman, come get me.”
Clark dragged himself partway out of the hole in the wall and collapsed. Lex choked, staggered to his feet, he was so frightened for Clark—his face looked like hamburger, his lip was ripped down the middle and ropes of bloody saliva drooled down his chin. One eye was a violent purple, puffed and swollen shut, he was so smeared with blood it was impossible to tell where it came from…
Lucas had a single bruise across one cheekbone, blood in the corner of his mouth, but he was almost unharmed, he was grinning with a manic euphoria. He grabbed Clark’s arm and yanked him from the hole, threw him skidding across the floor and through the remains of the guard Lucas had ripped in half, and Clark shouted in disgust. Lucas leaped up into the air, so high he just missed slamming into the ceiling and landed on Clark with a gleeful yell. Lex heard something break, heard Clark cry out….
The Kryptonite in the suit was killing Clark—*Lucas* was killing him, punch by punch, bit by bit.
“Clark! Get up Clark!” Lex screamed.
Lucas whipped his head about, glared at Lex, “What? The fuck are you talking about? Where?”
Clark groaned, “Run Lex, run to Bruce...” coughed up a thick wad of foamy saliva and blood, and Lucas kicked him in the shoulder. He shuddered as it broke and rolled to his back, staring blearily up at the purple and green figure towering over him.
“The fuck…” he reached down and picked Clark up by his throat. “Well god damn it. He’s right. How the fuck did I not know that before. I never recognized you—I fucked you stupid a million times and I never recognized you in the damn suit…” He laughed loud and dropped Clark to the floor and stared down at him. He turned and cracked a piece of the armor’s frame away. He stood over Clark… “Hey, Smallville, how about one last fuck, for old time’s sake, hunh?” He tossed the pipe from hand to hand. “Yeah, sounds good.” He reached down and ripped the belt away, prepared to ripped the tights down, and Lex screamed.
“LUCAS!”
Lucas turned, a look of annoyed exasperation on his face. “God damn it babe, can't you see I’m busy? What the fuck--”
Lex was pointing a gun at Lucas. The barrel dipped and wavered, he was biting down on his lip so hard, a thin rill of blood ran over his chin. He blinked hard, trying to clear tears from his eyes. “Stop, please.”
“Oh man,” Lucas’ face crumbled, his chin shook, “Oh man, you’d shoot me? For Clark? Me, your brother?” His eyes suddenly went ice cold and flat as a snake's. “Go ahead; you’ll never hit the target. I’m faster than the fucking bullet; I’m faster than your colorblind boyfriend here. Fuck, the bullet’ll damage him more than me. Darrell was right; the kryptonite in the armor is fucking him up.”
Lex glanced down and saw that Clark was…he was dying. He gasped, and Lucas took a step towards him. Lex pointed the gun under his own chin. “You win. Clark’s dying. Stop or I’ll kill myself.”
“What?” Lucas laughed, “You’re not going to shoot yourself,” but he looked unsure.
Lex’s hand trembled but he cocked the hammer back, said, “It’s going to happen eventually--this way’s cleaner. I’ll kill myself unless you let him go--.”
“No!” Lucas screamed. “Me, me, me—you love me—you need me.”
Lex closed his eyes, swallowed and angled the gun in deeper under his chin, preparing himself--*don’t die Clark, please don’t die* He heard Lucas say “Okay, wait, please, please, wait…”
He was in front of Lex. “Lex, please, I promise, I swear on my love for you, I won’t hurt you. Please don’t. Just don’t—shoot. Okay?” His voice was quiet, gentle. “Hey, hey, remember when Dad brought us here for the first time, and I was so scared, and you were so brave? You were always so brave…”
Lex could see it, see Lucas’ face so tight with fear, his hand clinging to Lex’s…Lucas closed his eyes and leaned hard against him. Lex tightened his arms around him and closed his own eyes. He could feel Lucas' heart beating rabbit fast, so hard he could feel it against his own ribs. Lucas's hands wrapped themselves tight in Lex's t-shirt and he could hear him whimpering faintly.
Lex jumped—the memory had been so strong, it was like he was there again…he heard the little voice calling his name…he opened his eyes and Lucas was staring into them. “Did you love me a little bit?” Tears spilled from his glazed eyes. “A little, ever?”
“I love you right now,” Lex said. “I’ll always love you. Forever, no matter what…” Lucas’ eyes closed, and Lex could see Clark getting stiffly to his feet, able to recover somewhat with distance from Lucas. He picked up the broken pipe, held it like a bat. His eyes were locked on Lucas and he drew back, pipe over his shoulder and ready to swing…Lex caught his eyes and mouthed, ‘No—please’…Clark dropped his arms…
“Take me out of this Lex,” Lucas whispered and Lex reached up to undo the clasps that locked Lucas into the suit. Lucas lifted a bloody gauntlet and stopped Lex’s hand. “Help me, Lex; take me out of this, please. Take me out.” He sighed and shuddered and lifted his mouth to Lex. “Please.”
Lex was conscious of Clark staring as he pressed his mouth against Lucas’. Lucas’ lips were dry, his chapped skin scraped against Lex’s, his tongue was bitter against his. Lex parted his lips and let Lucas draw his tongue in and suck—gently, softly—he let go slowly, and sighed. Lex felt him say his name against his mouth. He licked his lips and when he knew he could speak in a steady voice, he stroked Lucas’ cheek, said, “Keep your eyes closed, honey.”
“Okay.” Lucas shuddered again. “I’m cold.”
Lex kissed him again. “I know, I know. Shhh. Can you put your arms around me, honey?”
Lucas nodded, closed his eyes and looped his arms around Lex’s waist. Lex said “I love you so much,” and Lucas smiled. “I belong to you,” Lex whispered in his ear.
“I know,” he said, and Lex shot him.
Clark shouted, “Lex! No!”
Lucas dropped to the floor and Lex fell to his knees beside him. He dropped the gun, and stared at Clark. “Oh God, help me, I killed him.”
******
Lex and Clark sat on the field a mile or so from the plant, and watched it burn.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t have saved the plant, maybe done what my dad wanted to do, revitalize Smallville.”
Clark shook his head. “They got along without it for all those years. Smallville will survive.” He turned to look at Lex. How about you? How are you?”
There were still traces of dried blood caught in the creases of his skin; Clark didn’t tell him. “I’m fine. I’ll be okay.” He stared at the ground, and wiped again at his face. “I don’t know…I don’t know why I can’t stop crying. He ruined my life. He would have killed…everyone. He would have killed you.”
Clark touched his hand. “You’ll have help. All the help you need.”
They could hear sirens in the background, and Clark tried to lift Lex, “We have to go…”
Lex shook his head hard. “No. I can’t. I have to watch…I have to be here for him.” Tears ran down his face. “Why? Why couldn’t we have just been happy? Why couldn’t it have been…” he sobbed. “I can’t help but feel it’s my fault. That I did it to him.”
Clark wrapped Lex in his arms. “You didn’t. You did the best you could. You tried to save him. You did at the end.”
next part , the end.
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Re: I love you so much right now.
4/5/07 05:07 am (UTC)Re: I love you so much right now.
4/5/07 06:08 am (UTC)Umm..yeah, that's the only animated icon I have, *G*