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roxyTitle: Transference
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating: pg-13
The Previous Parts are here, comparing ravens to writing desks
The odd feeling of having lost something important haunted Clark all day—the dream faded but the unsettling feelings it had brought didn't. He shook it off—he had work to do.
He dealt with people the way he always did, even if he had to force a mile, force the feeling that 'hey, it's just me, good old inoffensive Clark Kent, your very best friend'. People generally melted under the force of aw shucks he projected. He felt a little uncomfortable sometimes, knowing the effect he could have on people and using it deliberately, but he had to admit sometime it made things easier...it could be a powerful weapon. He smiled a little. At least he only used it for good, and unbidden, Lex flashed to mind. He frowned a little over the rim of his coffee cup. Glanced at the clock. Okay, looked like the cousin wasn't showing today.
The diner he was waiting in was supposed to be Miles's favorite, but so far his luck was running true to form. The guy wasn't coming in. At least he had good taste, Clark thought. The apple pie was nearly as good as his mom's and the coffee was great. The meatloaf they were serving smelled every bit as good as his mom's too. He liked this place. He'd have to come back for breakfast...heck, maybe have lunch now so the day wouldn't be an entire waste….
He looked around at the other patrons and his eye was drawn to a tall kid in one booth, as Clark watched, the boy glanced at the clock over the register, and his face was a study in patient disappointment. He played with the straw in a glass of coke slowly filling with melted ice. Clark had a flash this kid was looking for Liam too.
He looked at the kid and the vague sense of unease he'd been feeling all day went up a few notches. There was something so familiar about him—with an unpleasant lurch, Clark made the connection--he looked somewhat like a young version of himself, right down to the look of guilt he'd always seemed to have back then. In nearly every picture from those days, he'd looked either unsure or guilty, unless he was with his friends. Unless he was with Lex….
On a hunch, he moved over to the kid, who looked up from his coke with a hopeful smile that faded when he saw it was Clark.
Clark sat and immediately dominated the space. "I'm sorry, where you expecting someone else?" Clark leaned his elbows on the table and smiled bright as he could.
The kid leaned away from Clark's smile and shook his head, silent. Wary.
"I'm looking for someone," Clark went on, "Liam Miles. Do you know him?"
"Mr. Miles? He's our Biology teacher. Why do you want him?" the kid asked and blushed. "Sorry, that was rude."
Clark felt another weird shift of perspective—for a moment he saw himself through Lex's eyes. Young, so young and naïve, so ready for someone to tell him he was worth something, that he was special…Clark blinked. Yeah. Ready to be manipulated.
The boy was staring at him, the wary expression back. "I don't think Mr. Miles would like me talking to you." The boy stopped, and the blush deepened. He looked a bit defensive. "We're friends," he said, in a way that seemed to dare Clark to challenge him.
Clark smiled. "Liam and I are friends, too." A shift—and it felt like it was true somehow. "We've fallen out of touch, and I just want to reconnect. We were friends in—in high school…" and Clark stumbled over the words…he kept having some odd déjà vu thing. Clark swallowed. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. "You don’t happen to know where he lives, do you? I'm Clark, by the way." He tried to project as much sincerity and trustworthiness as he could. It seemed to work—the kid looked a little stunned.
"Jerry—me—I mean, my name is Jerry."
"So, Jerry--" Clark added more sincerity to his look. Jerry choked and flushed so brilliant a red that Clark worried about his blood pressure.
"Sorry, sorry," the kid muttered and wiped up the little spatters of coke on the table.
"Do you know where Liam lives?" Clark asked.
The boy's eyes were fixed on the table. "Um, sure. He lives in an apartment complex not too far from here…Martin Gardens…" Again, bright red. Clark was puzzled by the kid—Jerry. He must be terribly shy, he thought.
"Thank you Jerry. Maybe I'll surprise him later," he said and grinned.
This time, the odd kid met his eyes and his defiant look was back. "Oh?" was all he said.
******
Clark sat on his balcony and reviewed the afternoon. The sun helped to counter the constant exhaustion he felt. His head had nearly hit the steering wheel on the way home, he'd been so wiped out. And the nightmares…they just kept coming. Twisted version of his life—no, Lex's life. He'd dreamt about the plant, about Earl. The hostage situation, the catwalk, Lex and Earl falling and grabbing for Lex's hand—he'd see all of it, but from Lex's viewpoint. Again. Lex had been afraid and even more, astonished when he'd grabbed his hand. He'd gasped, "It's not possible—you can't hold both of us, it's not humanly possible--" and the dream Clark dropped him—just let him fall. Clark shuddered. He'd felt all of Lex's emotions, his fear, his determination to be brave for *him*, Clark. Felt that astonishment, that fear turn to wonder and then…and then he'd dropped Lex, saw if from his eyes, saw his own face, cold, calculating, growing smaller as he—Lex—fell into the dark. He'd felt the overwhelming sorrow, hatred, grow as he fell and it seemed to be forever he was falling, hating….
Clark rubbed his eyes and felt a ghost of that emotion wash over him. God. Did—had Lex hated him that much? His actions before he died said he did. Stealing Lana, poisoning her mind against him and then tossing her aside when she no longer seemed to be a benefit— murdering, torturing, destroying people's lives. He claimed to be trying to protect the planet but in the end, he was darker, more evil than even Lionel had ever been. He claimed that what he did was for the greater good, but Clark doubted it. Everything Lex did served Lex, and all Lex was capable of was destruction.
Of course, Lana was currently living a fairly good life in Paris, he supposed. When he'd peeked in on her once, she'd looked pretty damn happy…speaking of happy, he better call Lois.
Or maybe dash over to Metropolis and see if there was something he needed to do, someone who needed help. He'd just look in on Lois while he was there….
When he came back that evening, he found he had messages waiting for him, one from Lois--he'd call her later—shit, he still owed her a call. He'd been too busy to see her, what with the multi-car smash up and the fire, and the dog stuck in the drainpipe, poor pup…a message from Perry about one of the sources on his last assignment…he could take care of that tomorrow…and he had a message from Lucas. Screw that—he might as well delete it; no way was he talking to that--that *jerk* more than he had to.
Somehow, he ended up returning Lucas' call.
*Clark.*
"Lucas. What do you want?"
*"In a minute. First things first…what are you wearing?" *
The tone of his voice made Clark blush and it angered him. "God, Lucas, you're such an ass—ass."
*"Yeah, but I think of it as a positive personality trait. How's progress? You talk to him yet?"*
"No, but I know where he lives, and I've talked to some people who know him and he seems to be just what your information presents--an average guy who fell into some money. I've seen his place and his car, and this guy doesn’t seem like he's into living the high life."
* "He's a Luthor, who knows what he's after. We can be patient as hell if we need to be. Look at Lex. 'Course, he waited just a little too long…" *
"What's that supposed to mean?" Clark snapped, and immediately felt foolish. He had no idea what Lucas meant but if it amused him that much, it had to be bad news.
* "If you're that pissed off you know what I mean. Anyway, I'll see you tonight." *
"What—wait—no! Damn it!" Clark yelled into the dead line. Fucking Lucas—damn Luthors. The last thing he wanted was to socialize with Lucas.
He glanced at the clock, and glanced at the little fridge in the kitchenette. He knew what it contained—a supermarket tomato made of pink and water, a head of lettuce and some orange juice. And—he squinted—yeah, there it was, under the lettuce--a pack of American cheese. Clark sighed. Tomorrow, he really would run home and get some decent food. And call Lois. And talk to this Miles character. And maybe talk to Jerry again. He had some experience with fixating on an unsuspecting adult and believing they were your mentor when they were no such thing. Even though he was sure Liam Miles wasn't anything like Lex…well, Lex had been somewhat civil to Clark Kent, even almost nice sometimes. He'd saved his hatred for Superman.
Clark made a face. Superman. "Thanks Lois."
If he'd realized that the El shield would inspire such a stupid name…Superman. Clark slammed the apartment door closed. He knew who Lois was thinking about when they were in bed. That big stupid flying creep…Clark stopped and took a deep breath. Right. Start thinking of your alter ego as a different person, Clark, because that's so mentally healthy. And start having arguments with yourself because again, healthy.
He ran down the stairs and towards his car. Dinner first, and then he'd make himself scarce. He had no plan to spend even five minutes alone with Lucas Luthor.
Bastard.
******
Liam fell back against the sofa with a sigh—sated, drained…Ed groaned and pulled his legs from under Liam's.
"Shit, you're killing me."
"Yeah? Than how come I'm the one who's all bruised?" Liam grinned and got up—walked to the kitchen and Ed was right behind him, hand on his hip, stroking his ass, fingers ghosting along his spine. He pressed his nose in the little hollow under Liam's ear and breathed in…"I can't stop touching you, your skin…"
"Yeah, well—give it a try," Liam said, annoyance making his voice sharper than he wanted it to be. Ed was fine but he was a little clingy…Liam snorted. Always be careful of what you ask for. Ed was kissing down the length of his neck, nibbling on his shoulder and Liam shuddered. Remembered vaguely a weird, unsettling dream that involved his shoulder and pain…Ed tried to kiss him again and he slid away. "Hey, let's go out to eat. I'm hungry."
Ed slid his hands around Liam's hips and tightened them—again, Liam shuddered, the ghost of something unpleasant roiling in his thoughts. "I've got everything I want to eat right here," Ed whispered hot and damp in his ear. Liam pushed him away and Ed hissed in annoyance. "Oh, all right—anywhere but that fucking Cow Patty place you and your little friend go…c'mon, you sure you just don’t want to order in…"
He felt a stab of concern. Were people watching Jerry and him and jumping to the wrong conclusion? "No, I want to go out—and not Cow Patty--let's go to that diner, you know the one."
Ed looked disappointed, but agreed. "I have to call Nancy first, let her know I won’t be coming over tonight."
Liam leaned against the counter. His gut twisted, but he only said, "How will you explain standing her up for me?" He was skilled at pretending not to be affected by…emotion.
Ed shrugged. "I'll tell her it was business…you were thinking about…about opening a bookstore."
Liam smiled. "That would be nice." He walked back to the living room and shifted through the pile of clothing, looking for his own. "Come on, Ed. Seriously, I'm really hungry."
By the time they got to the diner, Liam was on edge…he felt almost driven to be there and Ed's constant stream of self-absorbed conversation was driving him crazy…he stopped walking, turned to look at Ed. What he hell was going on with him? A few hours earlier, he couldn’t wait to see him. A day ago, Ed made him feel like he was about to see God. Ed was a perfect lover—better than anyone he'd ever had before. Ed was attentive, gentle—and rough when he wanted him to be, beautifully pliant when Liam needed that. A few days ago, he'd have sworn Ed might be the end of a lifelong search.
Why the hell was he driving him around the bend, than?
Ed stopped talking and smiled at him. "You really make me happy, you know that? You really do."
His smile was so warm so full of wonder that Liam felt like a complete jerk.
******
The slid into the booth, sat facing each other, and Ed shoved a foot between Liam's. He opened the menu and sighed.
"Excuse me—don’t I know you?" a light, soothing voice asked, and Liam turned.
"No…I'm sorry, you must be mistaken." Liam turned back to Ed, smiling at his companion.
"No, really, aren't you Liam Miles?" The man shoved a fringe of black curls off his forehead and smiled apologetically.
Liam sighed. "Yes, I am, Mr. Kent.'
Clark Kent looked startled—more than that—he looked a little pale. "How do you know me? You're…" He reached out a hand—stopped short of touching Liam.
"Excuse me?" Liam leaned away from the towering man. "I know you the same way you know me, I presume—the papers. I read your column—you're not hard to recognize from your picture. And I guess you know my story and I'd rather not discuss it. Please."
The tall man stuttered and stood staring at Liam, Ed was staring at Liam. Dinner was rapidly becoming an unattractive prospect. "Look, I'm trying to have dinner with a friend, if you don’t mind. It was awkward speaking to you." Liam dismissed him and turned to Ed. At the corner of his eye he could see the guy slouching away. He had the most ridiculously bad posture.
Ed was staring at him, eyes cold, and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. "What was that about?"
"It's about the fact that I'm distantly related to the Luthors."
"Oh, that." The entire town of Turnersville knew that Liam was a relative of the dead Luthors, and that he'd been included in Lionel's will. When he'd first come to town, the story had been all over—until Liam had shown that he was just a regular guy, m ore or less, and that he'd sure hadn’t come into millions… just enough for Liam to afford a second hand beamer, the cheap old bastard. Liam made sure that everyone knew the story.
"Still, he seemed a little too interested--"
"Ed." Liam spoke mildly, but the anger bubbled right under the surface, and Ed had the good sense to look abashed, and to shut up.
"All right. Let's just finish dinner, okay?"
Liam nodded. Still, what Ed said wormed its way into his thoughts…he had seemed a little too interested…this business was old news—why would a reporter come looking for him now? A chill ran down his spine. Something was about to go awry, he could feel it. He thought about the remaining Luthor and shivered.
TBC
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating: pg-13
The Previous Parts are here, comparing ravens to writing desks
The odd feeling of having lost something important haunted Clark all day—the dream faded but the unsettling feelings it had brought didn't. He shook it off—he had work to do.
He dealt with people the way he always did, even if he had to force a mile, force the feeling that 'hey, it's just me, good old inoffensive Clark Kent, your very best friend'. People generally melted under the force of aw shucks he projected. He felt a little uncomfortable sometimes, knowing the effect he could have on people and using it deliberately, but he had to admit sometime it made things easier...it could be a powerful weapon. He smiled a little. At least he only used it for good, and unbidden, Lex flashed to mind. He frowned a little over the rim of his coffee cup. Glanced at the clock. Okay, looked like the cousin wasn't showing today.
The diner he was waiting in was supposed to be Miles's favorite, but so far his luck was running true to form. The guy wasn't coming in. At least he had good taste, Clark thought. The apple pie was nearly as good as his mom's and the coffee was great. The meatloaf they were serving smelled every bit as good as his mom's too. He liked this place. He'd have to come back for breakfast...heck, maybe have lunch now so the day wouldn't be an entire waste….
He looked around at the other patrons and his eye was drawn to a tall kid in one booth, as Clark watched, the boy glanced at the clock over the register, and his face was a study in patient disappointment. He played with the straw in a glass of coke slowly filling with melted ice. Clark had a flash this kid was looking for Liam too.
He looked at the kid and the vague sense of unease he'd been feeling all day went up a few notches. There was something so familiar about him—with an unpleasant lurch, Clark made the connection--he looked somewhat like a young version of himself, right down to the look of guilt he'd always seemed to have back then. In nearly every picture from those days, he'd looked either unsure or guilty, unless he was with his friends. Unless he was with Lex….
On a hunch, he moved over to the kid, who looked up from his coke with a hopeful smile that faded when he saw it was Clark.
Clark sat and immediately dominated the space. "I'm sorry, where you expecting someone else?" Clark leaned his elbows on the table and smiled bright as he could.
The kid leaned away from Clark's smile and shook his head, silent. Wary.
"I'm looking for someone," Clark went on, "Liam Miles. Do you know him?"
"Mr. Miles? He's our Biology teacher. Why do you want him?" the kid asked and blushed. "Sorry, that was rude."
Clark felt another weird shift of perspective—for a moment he saw himself through Lex's eyes. Young, so young and naïve, so ready for someone to tell him he was worth something, that he was special…Clark blinked. Yeah. Ready to be manipulated.
The boy was staring at him, the wary expression back. "I don't think Mr. Miles would like me talking to you." The boy stopped, and the blush deepened. He looked a bit defensive. "We're friends," he said, in a way that seemed to dare Clark to challenge him.
Clark smiled. "Liam and I are friends, too." A shift—and it felt like it was true somehow. "We've fallen out of touch, and I just want to reconnect. We were friends in—in high school…" and Clark stumbled over the words…he kept having some odd déjà vu thing. Clark swallowed. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. "You don’t happen to know where he lives, do you? I'm Clark, by the way." He tried to project as much sincerity and trustworthiness as he could. It seemed to work—the kid looked a little stunned.
"Jerry—me—I mean, my name is Jerry."
"So, Jerry--" Clark added more sincerity to his look. Jerry choked and flushed so brilliant a red that Clark worried about his blood pressure.
"Sorry, sorry," the kid muttered and wiped up the little spatters of coke on the table.
"Do you know where Liam lives?" Clark asked.
The boy's eyes were fixed on the table. "Um, sure. He lives in an apartment complex not too far from here…Martin Gardens…" Again, bright red. Clark was puzzled by the kid—Jerry. He must be terribly shy, he thought.
"Thank you Jerry. Maybe I'll surprise him later," he said and grinned.
This time, the odd kid met his eyes and his defiant look was back. "Oh?" was all he said.
******
Clark sat on his balcony and reviewed the afternoon. The sun helped to counter the constant exhaustion he felt. His head had nearly hit the steering wheel on the way home, he'd been so wiped out. And the nightmares…they just kept coming. Twisted version of his life—no, Lex's life. He'd dreamt about the plant, about Earl. The hostage situation, the catwalk, Lex and Earl falling and grabbing for Lex's hand—he'd see all of it, but from Lex's viewpoint. Again. Lex had been afraid and even more, astonished when he'd grabbed his hand. He'd gasped, "It's not possible—you can't hold both of us, it's not humanly possible--" and the dream Clark dropped him—just let him fall. Clark shuddered. He'd felt all of Lex's emotions, his fear, his determination to be brave for *him*, Clark. Felt that astonishment, that fear turn to wonder and then…and then he'd dropped Lex, saw if from his eyes, saw his own face, cold, calculating, growing smaller as he—Lex—fell into the dark. He'd felt the overwhelming sorrow, hatred, grow as he fell and it seemed to be forever he was falling, hating….
Clark rubbed his eyes and felt a ghost of that emotion wash over him. God. Did—had Lex hated him that much? His actions before he died said he did. Stealing Lana, poisoning her mind against him and then tossing her aside when she no longer seemed to be a benefit— murdering, torturing, destroying people's lives. He claimed to be trying to protect the planet but in the end, he was darker, more evil than even Lionel had ever been. He claimed that what he did was for the greater good, but Clark doubted it. Everything Lex did served Lex, and all Lex was capable of was destruction.
Of course, Lana was currently living a fairly good life in Paris, he supposed. When he'd peeked in on her once, she'd looked pretty damn happy…speaking of happy, he better call Lois.
Or maybe dash over to Metropolis and see if there was something he needed to do, someone who needed help. He'd just look in on Lois while he was there….
When he came back that evening, he found he had messages waiting for him, one from Lois--he'd call her later—shit, he still owed her a call. He'd been too busy to see her, what with the multi-car smash up and the fire, and the dog stuck in the drainpipe, poor pup…a message from Perry about one of the sources on his last assignment…he could take care of that tomorrow…and he had a message from Lucas. Screw that—he might as well delete it; no way was he talking to that--that *jerk* more than he had to.
Somehow, he ended up returning Lucas' call.
*Clark.*
"Lucas. What do you want?"
*"In a minute. First things first…what are you wearing?" *
The tone of his voice made Clark blush and it angered him. "God, Lucas, you're such an ass—ass."
*"Yeah, but I think of it as a positive personality trait. How's progress? You talk to him yet?"*
"No, but I know where he lives, and I've talked to some people who know him and he seems to be just what your information presents--an average guy who fell into some money. I've seen his place and his car, and this guy doesn’t seem like he's into living the high life."
* "He's a Luthor, who knows what he's after. We can be patient as hell if we need to be. Look at Lex. 'Course, he waited just a little too long…" *
"What's that supposed to mean?" Clark snapped, and immediately felt foolish. He had no idea what Lucas meant but if it amused him that much, it had to be bad news.
* "If you're that pissed off you know what I mean. Anyway, I'll see you tonight." *
"What—wait—no! Damn it!" Clark yelled into the dead line. Fucking Lucas—damn Luthors. The last thing he wanted was to socialize with Lucas.
He glanced at the clock, and glanced at the little fridge in the kitchenette. He knew what it contained—a supermarket tomato made of pink and water, a head of lettuce and some orange juice. And—he squinted—yeah, there it was, under the lettuce--a pack of American cheese. Clark sighed. Tomorrow, he really would run home and get some decent food. And call Lois. And talk to this Miles character. And maybe talk to Jerry again. He had some experience with fixating on an unsuspecting adult and believing they were your mentor when they were no such thing. Even though he was sure Liam Miles wasn't anything like Lex…well, Lex had been somewhat civil to Clark Kent, even almost nice sometimes. He'd saved his hatred for Superman.
Clark made a face. Superman. "Thanks Lois."
If he'd realized that the El shield would inspire such a stupid name…Superman. Clark slammed the apartment door closed. He knew who Lois was thinking about when they were in bed. That big stupid flying creep…Clark stopped and took a deep breath. Right. Start thinking of your alter ego as a different person, Clark, because that's so mentally healthy. And start having arguments with yourself because again, healthy.
He ran down the stairs and towards his car. Dinner first, and then he'd make himself scarce. He had no plan to spend even five minutes alone with Lucas Luthor.
Bastard.
******
Liam fell back against the sofa with a sigh—sated, drained…Ed groaned and pulled his legs from under Liam's.
"Shit, you're killing me."
"Yeah? Than how come I'm the one who's all bruised?" Liam grinned and got up—walked to the kitchen and Ed was right behind him, hand on his hip, stroking his ass, fingers ghosting along his spine. He pressed his nose in the little hollow under Liam's ear and breathed in…"I can't stop touching you, your skin…"
"Yeah, well—give it a try," Liam said, annoyance making his voice sharper than he wanted it to be. Ed was fine but he was a little clingy…Liam snorted. Always be careful of what you ask for. Ed was kissing down the length of his neck, nibbling on his shoulder and Liam shuddered. Remembered vaguely a weird, unsettling dream that involved his shoulder and pain…Ed tried to kiss him again and he slid away. "Hey, let's go out to eat. I'm hungry."
Ed slid his hands around Liam's hips and tightened them—again, Liam shuddered, the ghost of something unpleasant roiling in his thoughts. "I've got everything I want to eat right here," Ed whispered hot and damp in his ear. Liam pushed him away and Ed hissed in annoyance. "Oh, all right—anywhere but that fucking Cow Patty place you and your little friend go…c'mon, you sure you just don’t want to order in…"
He felt a stab of concern. Were people watching Jerry and him and jumping to the wrong conclusion? "No, I want to go out—and not Cow Patty--let's go to that diner, you know the one."
Ed looked disappointed, but agreed. "I have to call Nancy first, let her know I won’t be coming over tonight."
Liam leaned against the counter. His gut twisted, but he only said, "How will you explain standing her up for me?" He was skilled at pretending not to be affected by…emotion.
Ed shrugged. "I'll tell her it was business…you were thinking about…about opening a bookstore."
Liam smiled. "That would be nice." He walked back to the living room and shifted through the pile of clothing, looking for his own. "Come on, Ed. Seriously, I'm really hungry."
By the time they got to the diner, Liam was on edge…he felt almost driven to be there and Ed's constant stream of self-absorbed conversation was driving him crazy…he stopped walking, turned to look at Ed. What he hell was going on with him? A few hours earlier, he couldn’t wait to see him. A day ago, Ed made him feel like he was about to see God. Ed was a perfect lover—better than anyone he'd ever had before. Ed was attentive, gentle—and rough when he wanted him to be, beautifully pliant when Liam needed that. A few days ago, he'd have sworn Ed might be the end of a lifelong search.
Why the hell was he driving him around the bend, than?
Ed stopped talking and smiled at him. "You really make me happy, you know that? You really do."
His smile was so warm so full of wonder that Liam felt like a complete jerk.
******
The slid into the booth, sat facing each other, and Ed shoved a foot between Liam's. He opened the menu and sighed.
"Excuse me—don’t I know you?" a light, soothing voice asked, and Liam turned.
"No…I'm sorry, you must be mistaken." Liam turned back to Ed, smiling at his companion.
"No, really, aren't you Liam Miles?" The man shoved a fringe of black curls off his forehead and smiled apologetically.
Liam sighed. "Yes, I am, Mr. Kent.'
Clark Kent looked startled—more than that—he looked a little pale. "How do you know me? You're…" He reached out a hand—stopped short of touching Liam.
"Excuse me?" Liam leaned away from the towering man. "I know you the same way you know me, I presume—the papers. I read your column—you're not hard to recognize from your picture. And I guess you know my story and I'd rather not discuss it. Please."
The tall man stuttered and stood staring at Liam, Ed was staring at Liam. Dinner was rapidly becoming an unattractive prospect. "Look, I'm trying to have dinner with a friend, if you don’t mind. It was awkward speaking to you." Liam dismissed him and turned to Ed. At the corner of his eye he could see the guy slouching away. He had the most ridiculously bad posture.
Ed was staring at him, eyes cold, and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. "What was that about?"
"It's about the fact that I'm distantly related to the Luthors."
"Oh, that." The entire town of Turnersville knew that Liam was a relative of the dead Luthors, and that he'd been included in Lionel's will. When he'd first come to town, the story had been all over—until Liam had shown that he was just a regular guy, m ore or less, and that he'd sure hadn’t come into millions… just enough for Liam to afford a second hand beamer, the cheap old bastard. Liam made sure that everyone knew the story.
"Still, he seemed a little too interested--"
"Ed." Liam spoke mildly, but the anger bubbled right under the surface, and Ed had the good sense to look abashed, and to shut up.
"All right. Let's just finish dinner, okay?"
Liam nodded. Still, what Ed said wormed its way into his thoughts…he had seemed a little too interested…this business was old news—why would a reporter come looking for him now? A chill ran down his spine. Something was about to go awry, he could feel it. He thought about the remaining Luthor and shivered.
TBC
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6/24/07 11:34 pm (UTC)*G* thanks for reading, love!
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6/24/07 10:20 pm (UTC)Ever.
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6/25/07 02:57 am (UTC)*buckles up for the ride* ;)
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7/1/07 12:54 am (UTC)Oy--everyone's coming up with stuff so much better than me, I'm panicking!
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6/25/07 12:31 pm (UTC)Can't wait to find out more.
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7/1/07 12:55 am (UTC)frankly my dear--neither can I!
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6/25/07 10:12 pm (UTC)Please Lucas don't fuck up this story, k?.
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7/1/07 12:56 am (UTC)me either!
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7/8/07 06:19 pm (UTC)I take back my words of you being dried!
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3/10/13 04:18 pm (UTC)I'm so very sorry!