fic post:Mariposa
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Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:1
Summary: My Clark and my Lex like the buttsex. That makes this an AU version of Smallville…maybe.
The Previous Parts are here, rolling in jellybeans and marshmallow chickies!
Being in school angered him, drained him, it was hiding his anger that made him so tired. His parents refused to let him drop out, unreasonably insisting he needed—what—social interaction? For what? Or with who, a bunch of little kids whose biggest worries were pimples, or who the hell liked who? They just didn’t get it. And Lex—Clark ground his teeth. For him to go along with them…it felt like betrayal, no matter how he explained it.
Clark walked the hall with his head down, not seeing how the crowd of kids parted around him, he just heard their voices. He always heard them, whispering, pointing when they thought he couldn’t see and truth, it didn’t really matter. What annoyed him was that *they* thought it mattered, that he gave a crap what they said about him. He wanted to stop and let them know—their opinion meant nothing because his life was so much bigger than this, he’d been through hell and Smallville and its tiny little minds were freaking amateurs compared.
Pete tried, he really did. He was a good guy. He tried his best to draw Clark out but there was too much between them. Clark had too much to hide, and all Pete could feel was that he was pulling away. Clark didn’t want to but he just kept freezing and couldn’t stop…and…maybe. Maybe he’d talk to Lex and see what he thought about letting Pete know some of what had happened to him.
Lunchtime, he chose a seat out of the way, as usual, ignoring the comments and sneers. He’d just settled down and pulled a book out of his jacket pocket and some kid sat next to him.
There was a long moment of silence and then the kid said, “Hey.”
Clark looked up into eyes rimmed with black, spiky black and red tipped hair falling into those eyes. He was smirking; his lips moved and Clark could hear the silver stud in his lip click against his teeth…
“You ran away to Metropolis. You lived there for a year on your own.”
“Yeah.” Clark said and tried to keep reading.
“What was it like? I’m thinking of taking off myself. Maybe you know some places I could stay…”
Clark dropped his book and stared hard at him, into his eyes, willing him to see... “No. I really don’t. And don’t be stupid. Stay home.”
The kid flinched back a little but managed to work up a sneer. “Stay home? What are you, an after-school special? If you knew what my life was like, you’d buy me a fucking bus ticket.”
An icy shiver marched up Clark’s spine. He shuddered and turned the move into a head shake. “No matter how bad it might seem I’m telling you, it’s way worse out there.”
“You’re--You’re like the rest of these assholes; you think you’re better than me. I thought you’d understand, since you left and all—but look at you. You come back here ‘cause you couldn’t make it out there? Well, guess what? I’m stronger than you. *I’ll* make it.”
Clark leaned over and grabbed the kid by the wrist. He ground out, “You think it’s some kind of romantic bull-crap living on the street? All the kids banding together—making a family—helping each other? Sure, sure—first night out, those guys robbed me blind. There’s always someone waiting to take advantage of you--listen to me. The street will grab you, fuck you raw and leave you to die. No one cares, you hear? Stay home--” Clark dropped back into his seat, shoved the boy’s wrist away from him. “--at the least, stay away from me.”
The kid stared back, openmouthed, eyes wide in a face gone pale. He quickly pasted an angry sneer on his face. “That hurt, you jerk-off.”
Clark looked down and saw that where he’d held the boy’s wrist there were long red bruises circling the pale skin. “I—I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, fuck you.” He jumped up and walked quickly away, rubbing his arm and Clark felt like scum. There was no call for that…and for him to lose his temper—he could have hurt that boy.
He stared towards the doors for a long time.
He heard the buzz amp up as the boy slammed out of the cafeteria doors, he could feel eyes on him, and he didn’t care. The hell with them all. He reached under his chair for his book bag. Enough. He was going home for the day—maybe for the week—the month! And he didn’t give a damn about what his parents had to say, not today.
He felt someone standing behind him. He heard their heart beat and he didn’t look up, he refused to look up…thin cool arms went around his neck and a round cheek was pressed against his—before he could jerk away, he heard, “There you are. There you are.”
He felt tears sliding down his neck; he was startled into crying too, loud and kind of girly, right in front of a ton of kids who hated him for being different, and didn’t much give a damn. He hugged her back, buried his face in her shoulder and let go. “I missed you so much, I missed you so much.” He wasn’t sure if she understood a word,
They held tightly to each other, and Chloe murmured in his ear, “I’m back. How have you been?”
Clark rubbed his eyes, looked up at her, and laughed and laughed.
******
“Gosh, Clark. The place hasn’t changed at all,” she said, looking around the loft. She sat cross legged on the end of the couch, rolling a bottle of juice in her hands. “It’s like I never left.”
Clark looked around the loft too, seeing it with her eyes… “Well, no one’s been here to change it, Chloe,” He said softly, but she blushed.
“Yeah…” she sipped a bit of juice and Clark reached out and pat her ankle.
“It’s okay, Chloe.”
“So, Mr. Lex Luthor saved you from a life on the street hunh?”
Clark ducked his head and blushed. Stared at the juice in his hand. “Kind of. Yeah. There were other—there was another person who helped me. But it pretty much was like that. Lex saved me.”
Chloe grinned at him. “Returning the favor, was he?”
“What? Oh! Ha! Yeah. And guess what--he *did* remember me.”
She smiled this time, a smile full of affection. “Of course he did, Farm boy. You’re kind of hard to forget, after all.” Her eyes carried a trace of sadness, and Clark felt bad…”Knock it off, Clark, you guilt junky, you.”
They made a silent agreement to change the subject. “So. When do I get the full story on your return to Smallville?” He stretched his legs out and she plopped them over her lap.
“Well…After Lionel the bastard transferred my dad to a plant in the asscrack of nowhere, we figured that was it. He scared the hell out of me, Clark. I was afraid—I didn’t even send an *e-mail*, he scared me so much. Researching my WOW stuff, I guess I was stepping on his toes…” She shivered. “Then he died, and there were shakeups all through the corporation. Lots of people got fired, and lots of people got promoted--my dad was one. And then, the new CEO called him and asked if he’d be willing to run the Smallville plant again.” She stopped, took a deep breath. “And here we are.”
Clark nodded, waited. It seemed like she had more to say. She took a deep breath and went on. “And he hired me,” she finished, with a great big over bright grin.
“He did what?”
“Shhh! It was supposed to be a surprise for you but when I saw you…I couldn’t wait. I had to tell you now.” She shrugged and grinned.
“Lex hired you—oh gosh, you mean to find kids for his school? You’re finally putting your WOW talents to use?”
Chloe laughed. “Lex’s School for Wayward Mutants? The Academy of Higher Evolution?”
“Hey, don’t tease him Chloe—that’s my job.” He laughed.
She looked at him for a long moment, and sighed. “So, how long have you guys been lovers? I’m assuming it’s love—I know you Clark. You don’t give your heart that easily.”
He looked a little surprised and then smiled ruefully. “I’m not too good at keeping stuff like that to myself, hunh? Oh god, Chloe. I do love him. And I thought I never would love anyone again. I thought I was in love—briefly.” He looked away and appreciated that she didn’t ask, “But when I came to know Lex…he helped me so much. He did so much for me.”
“Okay, just throwing this out there, and don’t get mad, but--”Chloe put her bottle on the trunk next to her. “Are you sure you’re not grateful you’ve found some one else to take care of you? Like Whitney did?”
Clark closed his eyes against the stab of anger her words brought, but it was a fair question—from her. “No. He helps me, but I don’t need him to take care of me.” He swallowed. “Maybe what it was with Whit was…well, a little like that. But trust me. One thing I learned this past year was not to depend on anyone but myself.”
She nodded. “I’ve talked to him, and I like him. And I know that your welfare is the most important thing in the world to him. That and that you’re your own man. In fact, he’s almost a little freaky on that point…” she tilted her head. “I bet there’s an interesting story there.”
“Oh my god Chloe. You never ever stop do you?”
“Nope. Now tell me why Lex Luthor is creating an entire school to help—you. Start first with how you’re a mutant.” She looked at him with a self satisfied little smile, obviously thinking she’d figured him out.
“Mutant? Ah…not quite…”
An hour or so later, he was escorting a very flustered Chloe back to her car. By the time she was ready to drive away, she’d bounced back, and was ready to start scouring the heavens for his home planet.
******
It was the last few warm days one could expect before winter really set in, Indian summer…he was sitting on the fence at the far side of the pasture, Kala on his lap.
They were watching the cows, and she was pointing out the calves, her slight warm weight against his chest, her legs on either side of his. She kicked her feet, and pulled the hair on his arms as she told him a long incomprehensible story involving the cows. Sunlight turned her blonde hair into a halo of butter yellow, and when she looked up at him; her eyes were the color of sapphires. He felt such warmth for her. He was overwhelmed with a desire to protect her, keep her safe forever. He squeezed her gently. And he could do it. He had the capability to protect her…he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, and inhaled the scent of baby powder and sunlight. She giggled, and turned her head to press a wet smear of a kiss on his cheek.
“We see Lex today?” she asked hopefully.
“Mmm, I think so; he might come to visit you today.” He hoped so—he’d been so busy the last few weeks, making up for all the time going into the project. But Sunday—Lex said he’d try to catch up with him on Sunday…maybe Pete would come over today, and they could head over to the mansion, and drool over Lex’s cars….
“Mommy made apple pie for Lex. He likes apple pie a lot.” She said seriously, “I helped Mommy.”
“Did you really? Gosh, you’re a good girl.”
“Yes. I tasted apples to find good ones.” She nodded; satisfied that she’d been able to help make Lex happy.
He tried not to laugh. “Wow, I’ll be sure to tell him, he’ll appreciate that.”
She looked up at the sky, and yawned. “Okay,” she said, “time to go in,” and patted Clark’s arm.
He transferred her from lap to shoulders and hopped down from the fence. He was careful not to use his powers in front of her—his mom and dad thought it best, and so did he. Later, when she was older, and understood the need for secrecy he’d tell her. Right now, he was just enjoying being an average big brother, jogging to the house, her thistledown weight bumping his collar bones. She had handfuls of his hair tight in her tiny fists, and she leaned down, pulled his head up to meet his eyes. “I love you, Clark.”
He had to work hard to keep his feet on the ground.
TBC!
Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:1
Summary: My Clark and my Lex like the buttsex. That makes this an AU version of Smallville…maybe.
The Previous Parts are here, rolling in jellybeans and marshmallow chickies!
Being in school angered him, drained him, it was hiding his anger that made him so tired. His parents refused to let him drop out, unreasonably insisting he needed—what—social interaction? For what? Or with who, a bunch of little kids whose biggest worries were pimples, or who the hell liked who? They just didn’t get it. And Lex—Clark ground his teeth. For him to go along with them…it felt like betrayal, no matter how he explained it.
Clark walked the hall with his head down, not seeing how the crowd of kids parted around him, he just heard their voices. He always heard them, whispering, pointing when they thought he couldn’t see and truth, it didn’t really matter. What annoyed him was that *they* thought it mattered, that he gave a crap what they said about him. He wanted to stop and let them know—their opinion meant nothing because his life was so much bigger than this, he’d been through hell and Smallville and its tiny little minds were freaking amateurs compared.
Pete tried, he really did. He was a good guy. He tried his best to draw Clark out but there was too much between them. Clark had too much to hide, and all Pete could feel was that he was pulling away. Clark didn’t want to but he just kept freezing and couldn’t stop…and…maybe. Maybe he’d talk to Lex and see what he thought about letting Pete know some of what had happened to him.
Lunchtime, he chose a seat out of the way, as usual, ignoring the comments and sneers. He’d just settled down and pulled a book out of his jacket pocket and some kid sat next to him.
There was a long moment of silence and then the kid said, “Hey.”
Clark looked up into eyes rimmed with black, spiky black and red tipped hair falling into those eyes. He was smirking; his lips moved and Clark could hear the silver stud in his lip click against his teeth…
“You ran away to Metropolis. You lived there for a year on your own.”
“Yeah.” Clark said and tried to keep reading.
“What was it like? I’m thinking of taking off myself. Maybe you know some places I could stay…”
Clark dropped his book and stared hard at him, into his eyes, willing him to see... “No. I really don’t. And don’t be stupid. Stay home.”
The kid flinched back a little but managed to work up a sneer. “Stay home? What are you, an after-school special? If you knew what my life was like, you’d buy me a fucking bus ticket.”
An icy shiver marched up Clark’s spine. He shuddered and turned the move into a head shake. “No matter how bad it might seem I’m telling you, it’s way worse out there.”
“You’re--You’re like the rest of these assholes; you think you’re better than me. I thought you’d understand, since you left and all—but look at you. You come back here ‘cause you couldn’t make it out there? Well, guess what? I’m stronger than you. *I’ll* make it.”
Clark leaned over and grabbed the kid by the wrist. He ground out, “You think it’s some kind of romantic bull-crap living on the street? All the kids banding together—making a family—helping each other? Sure, sure—first night out, those guys robbed me blind. There’s always someone waiting to take advantage of you--listen to me. The street will grab you, fuck you raw and leave you to die. No one cares, you hear? Stay home--” Clark dropped back into his seat, shoved the boy’s wrist away from him. “--at the least, stay away from me.”
The kid stared back, openmouthed, eyes wide in a face gone pale. He quickly pasted an angry sneer on his face. “That hurt, you jerk-off.”
Clark looked down and saw that where he’d held the boy’s wrist there were long red bruises circling the pale skin. “I—I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, fuck you.” He jumped up and walked quickly away, rubbing his arm and Clark felt like scum. There was no call for that…and for him to lose his temper—he could have hurt that boy.
He stared towards the doors for a long time.
He heard the buzz amp up as the boy slammed out of the cafeteria doors, he could feel eyes on him, and he didn’t care. The hell with them all. He reached under his chair for his book bag. Enough. He was going home for the day—maybe for the week—the month! And he didn’t give a damn about what his parents had to say, not today.
He felt someone standing behind him. He heard their heart beat and he didn’t look up, he refused to look up…thin cool arms went around his neck and a round cheek was pressed against his—before he could jerk away, he heard, “There you are. There you are.”
He felt tears sliding down his neck; he was startled into crying too, loud and kind of girly, right in front of a ton of kids who hated him for being different, and didn’t much give a damn. He hugged her back, buried his face in her shoulder and let go. “I missed you so much, I missed you so much.” He wasn’t sure if she understood a word,
They held tightly to each other, and Chloe murmured in his ear, “I’m back. How have you been?”
Clark rubbed his eyes, looked up at her, and laughed and laughed.
******
“Gosh, Clark. The place hasn’t changed at all,” she said, looking around the loft. She sat cross legged on the end of the couch, rolling a bottle of juice in her hands. “It’s like I never left.”
Clark looked around the loft too, seeing it with her eyes… “Well, no one’s been here to change it, Chloe,” He said softly, but she blushed.
“Yeah…” she sipped a bit of juice and Clark reached out and pat her ankle.
“It’s okay, Chloe.”
“So, Mr. Lex Luthor saved you from a life on the street hunh?”
Clark ducked his head and blushed. Stared at the juice in his hand. “Kind of. Yeah. There were other—there was another person who helped me. But it pretty much was like that. Lex saved me.”
Chloe grinned at him. “Returning the favor, was he?”
“What? Oh! Ha! Yeah. And guess what--he *did* remember me.”
She smiled this time, a smile full of affection. “Of course he did, Farm boy. You’re kind of hard to forget, after all.” Her eyes carried a trace of sadness, and Clark felt bad…”Knock it off, Clark, you guilt junky, you.”
They made a silent agreement to change the subject. “So. When do I get the full story on your return to Smallville?” He stretched his legs out and she plopped them over her lap.
“Well…After Lionel the bastard transferred my dad to a plant in the asscrack of nowhere, we figured that was it. He scared the hell out of me, Clark. I was afraid—I didn’t even send an *e-mail*, he scared me so much. Researching my WOW stuff, I guess I was stepping on his toes…” She shivered. “Then he died, and there were shakeups all through the corporation. Lots of people got fired, and lots of people got promoted--my dad was one. And then, the new CEO called him and asked if he’d be willing to run the Smallville plant again.” She stopped, took a deep breath. “And here we are.”
Clark nodded, waited. It seemed like she had more to say. She took a deep breath and went on. “And he hired me,” she finished, with a great big over bright grin.
“He did what?”
“Shhh! It was supposed to be a surprise for you but when I saw you…I couldn’t wait. I had to tell you now.” She shrugged and grinned.
“Lex hired you—oh gosh, you mean to find kids for his school? You’re finally putting your WOW talents to use?”
Chloe laughed. “Lex’s School for Wayward Mutants? The Academy of Higher Evolution?”
“Hey, don’t tease him Chloe—that’s my job.” He laughed.
She looked at him for a long moment, and sighed. “So, how long have you guys been lovers? I’m assuming it’s love—I know you Clark. You don’t give your heart that easily.”
He looked a little surprised and then smiled ruefully. “I’m not too good at keeping stuff like that to myself, hunh? Oh god, Chloe. I do love him. And I thought I never would love anyone again. I thought I was in love—briefly.” He looked away and appreciated that she didn’t ask, “But when I came to know Lex…he helped me so much. He did so much for me.”
“Okay, just throwing this out there, and don’t get mad, but--”Chloe put her bottle on the trunk next to her. “Are you sure you’re not grateful you’ve found some one else to take care of you? Like Whitney did?”
Clark closed his eyes against the stab of anger her words brought, but it was a fair question—from her. “No. He helps me, but I don’t need him to take care of me.” He swallowed. “Maybe what it was with Whit was…well, a little like that. But trust me. One thing I learned this past year was not to depend on anyone but myself.”
She nodded. “I’ve talked to him, and I like him. And I know that your welfare is the most important thing in the world to him. That and that you’re your own man. In fact, he’s almost a little freaky on that point…” she tilted her head. “I bet there’s an interesting story there.”
“Oh my god Chloe. You never ever stop do you?”
“Nope. Now tell me why Lex Luthor is creating an entire school to help—you. Start first with how you’re a mutant.” She looked at him with a self satisfied little smile, obviously thinking she’d figured him out.
“Mutant? Ah…not quite…”
An hour or so later, he was escorting a very flustered Chloe back to her car. By the time she was ready to drive away, she’d bounced back, and was ready to start scouring the heavens for his home planet.
******
It was the last few warm days one could expect before winter really set in, Indian summer…he was sitting on the fence at the far side of the pasture, Kala on his lap.
They were watching the cows, and she was pointing out the calves, her slight warm weight against his chest, her legs on either side of his. She kicked her feet, and pulled the hair on his arms as she told him a long incomprehensible story involving the cows. Sunlight turned her blonde hair into a halo of butter yellow, and when she looked up at him; her eyes were the color of sapphires. He felt such warmth for her. He was overwhelmed with a desire to protect her, keep her safe forever. He squeezed her gently. And he could do it. He had the capability to protect her…he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, and inhaled the scent of baby powder and sunlight. She giggled, and turned her head to press a wet smear of a kiss on his cheek.
“We see Lex today?” she asked hopefully.
“Mmm, I think so; he might come to visit you today.” He hoped so—he’d been so busy the last few weeks, making up for all the time going into the project. But Sunday—Lex said he’d try to catch up with him on Sunday…maybe Pete would come over today, and they could head over to the mansion, and drool over Lex’s cars….
“Mommy made apple pie for Lex. He likes apple pie a lot.” She said seriously, “I helped Mommy.”
“Did you really? Gosh, you’re a good girl.”
“Yes. I tasted apples to find good ones.” She nodded; satisfied that she’d been able to help make Lex happy.
He tried not to laugh. “Wow, I’ll be sure to tell him, he’ll appreciate that.”
She looked up at the sky, and yawned. “Okay,” she said, “time to go in,” and patted Clark’s arm.
He transferred her from lap to shoulders and hopped down from the fence. He was careful not to use his powers in front of her—his mom and dad thought it best, and so did he. Later, when she was older, and understood the need for secrecy he’d tell her. Right now, he was just enjoying being an average big brother, jogging to the house, her thistledown weight bumping his collar bones. She had handfuls of his hair tight in her tiny fists, and she leaned down, pulled his head up to meet his eyes. “I love you, Clark.”
He had to work hard to keep his feet on the ground.
TBC!
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4/9/07 03:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
4/9/07 04:16 am (UTC)And Chloe! I hit the jackpot! *grin*
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4/9/07 03:56 am (UTC)The last bit with Kara was so cute... I love it when people know how to write kids, so often they don't get it right.
*hugs*
Nice update.
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4/9/07 03:57 am (UTC)*blushes*
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4/9/07 04:26 am (UTC)Weeeeeee, Chloe - it's too bad that Pete is not a friend that Clark can confide in, because Clark really needs a friend that isn't Lex (although we all love Lex) - Clark really needs someone that he can talk to and who will give him hugs that are just friendly. At least Chloe gets that Lex loves Clark and is really trying to take care of him.
Aw yeah - Lex Luthor's school for Mutants.... so then their all what the L Men - HAHA! So neat.
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4/9/07 05:17 am (UTC)L Men! Heeeeeeee!!! You can tell I'm having too much fun with that idea, hunh?
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4/9/07 05:29 am (UTC)I don't actually *like* Chloe, but i'm glad Clark has a friend. And really - school is silly. Silly!
:)
*bounce*
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4/9/07 10:13 pm (UTC)*hug*
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4/9/07 05:38 am (UTC)Kala is such a doll! I love that she wants to make Lex happy. hehehe And her telling Clark she loves him! AWWWWWW!!!!
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4/9/07 06:36 am (UTC)Fantastic.
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10/19/12 12:02 am (UTC)Comments are fun!!!