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roxyTitle: Transference
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating: pg-13
an itty bitty update.
The Previous Parts are here, caught with their pants down—they didn't expect any fic in this spot….
Liam was at the sink in the back of the class room, washing his hands, working the small brush under his nails and so absorbed in what he was doing, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He was completely unaware he wasn't alone until he felt a nudge at his shoulder.
"Jesus!" He jumped a foot and whirled to face his attacker.
"Sorry, did I startle you?" Clark Kent stood behind him; a small wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It looked out of place on that painfully earnest face—but Liam found he rather liked it. He felt the rising warmth of a blush on his neck, and annoyance with himself made his voice sharp.
"I thought I made it plain we had nothing to say to each other." He tried to turn away, but Clark just smiled wider and stepped closer.
"Mr. Miles, if you don’t mind, I'd like to talk to you about your inheritance. Just a short conversation, maybe over dinner—or lunch, if dinner is too…inconvenient."
"The tale of my inheritance is cut and dried and boring even to *me*. I doubt it would be of interest to anyone else, especially now, so long after the fact." Liam examined the man as he spoke—this was not how he'd pictured Clark Kent, reporter. This Kent was entirely too…sophisticated. That "small town boy makes good" tone that colored his articles was—must be--an act. And that was a deep disappointment. "Are you sure that's your only reason for this invitation, Mr. Kent?" *Wishful thinking.*
"Of course—what else?" Clark blushed—a light flush that colored his cheeks briefly and faded away. Interesting, he thought, Maybe it wasn't all an act. The thought made him feel better.
Clark stuttered a little as he explained. "The reason---uh—we're doing--I mean, the Planet is doing an article about ordinary people who came into money suddenly—inheritance, lottery winning—and how their lives changed " Kent walked past him and leaned on the edge of the sink."You'd be surprised how negative an effect money can have."
"No, I wouldn't. And I'd really rather not talk about the whole mess anymore."
"Really? You're sure?"
Liam paused…something about the way Kent was behaving…was he *flirting* with him? That was…impossible. Kent waited for a response, that wicked smile back again, his eyes wide and so innocent—so full of shit. He was not going to smile back. Not at all. "I'm very sure. There's nothing more to say about it. I came into a little money and that's all."
"A 'little' money?" Kent smiled wider. It was like being caught in a blast furnace. Liam felt his heart beat harder. "Tell you what, Mr. Miles, have dinner with me, once, and I'll leave you alone."
"Call me Liam," he said, and winced. It was not at all what he meant to say. "—I mean, I don’t think dinner is a good idea." He reached for the towel dispenser next to the sink, using the move to order his thoughts. He unwound a bit more of the rough paper toweling than he actually needed, and cursed under his breath.
"How about lunch, than? We'll grab a burger and I'll try to change your mind about talking to me. When you're free, of course. It'll even be my treat."
Liam dried his hands thoroughly and looked at Clark. Looked into his eyes, and against his better judgment, agreed to lunch. He kicked himself mentally. Again…those damn eyes…
"Great. Here's my card. Call me when it's a good time for you—we can meet at--" He stopped and smiled another thousand watt smile, Liam blurted a name, strictly out of self-preservation
"The Cow Patty." Yes, perfect. It was bright, busy, packed with tiny tables and always loud-- no chance to really interact. That suited Liam very well, seemed to suit Clark—of course he'd like the Cow Patty—it was goofy, and informal, and the food was plain and filling and cheap. Clark never changed---Liam ground his teeth against the inside of his lip and walked away.
Clark laughed. "Cow Patty? Are you serious? That's really—funny." He snorted. "You have no idea how funny…" He caught up with Liam. "Hey, thanks for agreeing to talk to me. It means a lot." Clark's hand was on his arm and it burned like fire. He fought his impulse to pull away. Clark's hand moved to his back, as if he were about to pat him or…embrace him, but he moved on without touching him, waved good-bye and walked out of the room.
Liam was just managing to regain his equilibrium when Jerry walked in. He looked around the classroom and looked at Liam suspiciously. "What did that that guy want now?"
"Wanted to talk to me, about that—you know…" He was so off balance it didn't occur to him that it was none of Jerry's business. He shrugged and grimaced, and Jerry came closer. He peered into Liam's face.
"Are you okay, Mr. Miles…you look a little pale. Maybe I should go home with you to make sure you're all right."
"Thank you Jerry, but I'm really fine. I don't think I need a sitter today," he smiled as he said it, but Jerry still looked embarrassed, blushed a deep red that crawled down his neck and further. "Okay…well, see ya—rehearsal time, I think they fixed the prop stairs—the last time I tried to charge down them, they collapsed. Thank God my ass is made of steel…"He stopped and blushed again. "I mean—I mean--"
"Go on, Jerome—I think I can handle 'ass' without getting the vapors." Poor Jerry ran from the room, and not a moment too soon, Liam thought. He looked like he was in danger of exploding. The way the kid looked when he'd said ass—Liam chuckled. Kids. They never really thought of their teachers as completely human.
He tossed his papers into his briefcase, grabbed his jacket and slipped it on without rolling down his cuffs. He turned the card he'd been given in his hand like a live thing. He couldn't stop looking at it. He had nothing to do this evening…Ed was going into the city with that woman. Hell, Kent might be amusing enough to keep his mind off other things….
*****
"Hello, Lois…it's me."
"I know it's you Clark. Thanks for finally taking the time to call me."
"Aw, come on. I bet you didn't even notice that I hadn’t called yet." He teased, and he knew the exact moment Lois smiled, heard it in her voice.
"Well, yeah, I was a little busy, you know--raking muck, assassinating personalities…a watched politico never boils without a little help…"
Clark laughed, and relief swept over him. If she was joking with him, she'd already forgiven him. "You sound a little distracted even now."
"I'm working on a story, yes. But I miss you. When are you coming back home?"
"Soon. Maybe. Lois…do you think you could get away for a bit, when you're done? I'm thinking of staying here for a bit longer, you see. I'm finally getting some work done on my book--" the minute the words came, he sighed to himself. Mistake.
And sure enough, the teasing tone of her voice took on a slightly exasperated tone.
"Oh Clark. That thing again? Come on—how many sci-fi books disguised does the world need? I mean, now that a big old alien flies around Met and saves lives on the daily, doesn’t sci-fi seem kind of…pointless? "
"Wow, Lois, thanks for your support."
"Oh, sweetheart, that's not fair. You know I think you’re a *hell* of a good writer. It's just—why waste your time on a genre book? You have so much else to write about."
"Maybe you're right," he said, and felt a little ache in his middle. "I gotta go Lois. It's lunchtime, and I have an interview with that Luthor cousin."
"All right. We'll talk about this later." Clark knew that was Lois-speak for, 'we'll talk about this never.' "Good luck with your interview. Drag him through the coals and come on home. Make me happy. I haven't been happy since you left," she purred.
"Oh, I doubt that," he teased. "I've heard your night stand buzzing sometimes."
"Oh my god. Shut up," she laughed, and hung up with, "Love you."
Clark tucked his phone into his pocket and sighed. Lois was a great person, he really loved her, but sometimes, he thought she just didn’t get him. Sometimes, she treated him like she used to when they were kids. He'd wanted to boot her one back then, and there were times he wanted to do it now. Sometimes.
He glanced at the clock. Almost lunch, and no call yet…looked like Miles wasn't interested after all. Or at least, not today…Clark sighed. Maybe it was time to check in at home, see how his mom was doing…
Without wanting to, he thought of Lucas, and winced. Lucas was like some kind of curse, thinking about him brought him up. Maybe he should buy garlic or something, rub it around the windowsills and doorway. Wear a cross. He laughed a little. Maybe he wasn't that bad.
The phone buzzed out the theme to Underdog.
"Clark! Have you talked to him yet?"
"Yes, I have, and he's planning to overthrow you and take LuthorCorp for his own, and after that, he's going to take over the world—oh, and make you his sex slave." Clark nearly dropped the phone, his cheeks bright red. Where had that come from?
There was total silence from Lucas' end of the line, and then, a slow deep chuckle. "Funny Kent. Very funny. And a lot more interesting than I gave you credit for."
"Hold on, there's another call--" He switched over and Liam was on the line.
"I'm about to head over to the Cow Patty now—would you like to talk tonight?"
"Oh, yes, thank you—I'll meet you there."
"One hour, then—see you."
He switched back, and Lucas was humming, waiting patiently.
"Okay, that was Miles. I'm going to meet him in a little."
"Good. Call me after." Lucas was all business, the teasing gone from his voice. "Good bye."
"Bye," Clark said intro a dead line. He was not disappointed that Lucas wasn't teasing him. Lucas was a…a creep. A Luthor.
TBC
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating: pg-13
an itty bitty update.
The Previous Parts are here, caught with their pants down—they didn't expect any fic in this spot….
Liam was at the sink in the back of the class room, washing his hands, working the small brush under his nails and so absorbed in what he was doing, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He was completely unaware he wasn't alone until he felt a nudge at his shoulder.
"Jesus!" He jumped a foot and whirled to face his attacker.
"Sorry, did I startle you?" Clark Kent stood behind him; a small wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It looked out of place on that painfully earnest face—but Liam found he rather liked it. He felt the rising warmth of a blush on his neck, and annoyance with himself made his voice sharp.
"I thought I made it plain we had nothing to say to each other." He tried to turn away, but Clark just smiled wider and stepped closer.
"Mr. Miles, if you don’t mind, I'd like to talk to you about your inheritance. Just a short conversation, maybe over dinner—or lunch, if dinner is too…inconvenient."
"The tale of my inheritance is cut and dried and boring even to *me*. I doubt it would be of interest to anyone else, especially now, so long after the fact." Liam examined the man as he spoke—this was not how he'd pictured Clark Kent, reporter. This Kent was entirely too…sophisticated. That "small town boy makes good" tone that colored his articles was—must be--an act. And that was a deep disappointment. "Are you sure that's your only reason for this invitation, Mr. Kent?" *Wishful thinking.*
"Of course—what else?" Clark blushed—a light flush that colored his cheeks briefly and faded away. Interesting, he thought, Maybe it wasn't all an act. The thought made him feel better.
Clark stuttered a little as he explained. "The reason---uh—we're doing--I mean, the Planet is doing an article about ordinary people who came into money suddenly—inheritance, lottery winning—and how their lives changed " Kent walked past him and leaned on the edge of the sink."You'd be surprised how negative an effect money can have."
"No, I wouldn't. And I'd really rather not talk about the whole mess anymore."
"Really? You're sure?"
Liam paused…something about the way Kent was behaving…was he *flirting* with him? That was…impossible. Kent waited for a response, that wicked smile back again, his eyes wide and so innocent—so full of shit. He was not going to smile back. Not at all. "I'm very sure. There's nothing more to say about it. I came into a little money and that's all."
"A 'little' money?" Kent smiled wider. It was like being caught in a blast furnace. Liam felt his heart beat harder. "Tell you what, Mr. Miles, have dinner with me, once, and I'll leave you alone."
"Call me Liam," he said, and winced. It was not at all what he meant to say. "—I mean, I don’t think dinner is a good idea." He reached for the towel dispenser next to the sink, using the move to order his thoughts. He unwound a bit more of the rough paper toweling than he actually needed, and cursed under his breath.
"How about lunch, than? We'll grab a burger and I'll try to change your mind about talking to me. When you're free, of course. It'll even be my treat."
Liam dried his hands thoroughly and looked at Clark. Looked into his eyes, and against his better judgment, agreed to lunch. He kicked himself mentally. Again…those damn eyes…
"Great. Here's my card. Call me when it's a good time for you—we can meet at--" He stopped and smiled another thousand watt smile, Liam blurted a name, strictly out of self-preservation
"The Cow Patty." Yes, perfect. It was bright, busy, packed with tiny tables and always loud-- no chance to really interact. That suited Liam very well, seemed to suit Clark—of course he'd like the Cow Patty—it was goofy, and informal, and the food was plain and filling and cheap. Clark never changed---Liam ground his teeth against the inside of his lip and walked away.
Clark laughed. "Cow Patty? Are you serious? That's really—funny." He snorted. "You have no idea how funny…" He caught up with Liam. "Hey, thanks for agreeing to talk to me. It means a lot." Clark's hand was on his arm and it burned like fire. He fought his impulse to pull away. Clark's hand moved to his back, as if he were about to pat him or…embrace him, but he moved on without touching him, waved good-bye and walked out of the room.
Liam was just managing to regain his equilibrium when Jerry walked in. He looked around the classroom and looked at Liam suspiciously. "What did that that guy want now?"
"Wanted to talk to me, about that—you know…" He was so off balance it didn't occur to him that it was none of Jerry's business. He shrugged and grimaced, and Jerry came closer. He peered into Liam's face.
"Are you okay, Mr. Miles…you look a little pale. Maybe I should go home with you to make sure you're all right."
"Thank you Jerry, but I'm really fine. I don't think I need a sitter today," he smiled as he said it, but Jerry still looked embarrassed, blushed a deep red that crawled down his neck and further. "Okay…well, see ya—rehearsal time, I think they fixed the prop stairs—the last time I tried to charge down them, they collapsed. Thank God my ass is made of steel…"He stopped and blushed again. "I mean—I mean--"
"Go on, Jerome—I think I can handle 'ass' without getting the vapors." Poor Jerry ran from the room, and not a moment too soon, Liam thought. He looked like he was in danger of exploding. The way the kid looked when he'd said ass—Liam chuckled. Kids. They never really thought of their teachers as completely human.
He tossed his papers into his briefcase, grabbed his jacket and slipped it on without rolling down his cuffs. He turned the card he'd been given in his hand like a live thing. He couldn't stop looking at it. He had nothing to do this evening…Ed was going into the city with that woman. Hell, Kent might be amusing enough to keep his mind off other things….
*****
"Hello, Lois…it's me."
"I know it's you Clark. Thanks for finally taking the time to call me."
"Aw, come on. I bet you didn't even notice that I hadn’t called yet." He teased, and he knew the exact moment Lois smiled, heard it in her voice.
"Well, yeah, I was a little busy, you know--raking muck, assassinating personalities…a watched politico never boils without a little help…"
Clark laughed, and relief swept over him. If she was joking with him, she'd already forgiven him. "You sound a little distracted even now."
"I'm working on a story, yes. But I miss you. When are you coming back home?"
"Soon. Maybe. Lois…do you think you could get away for a bit, when you're done? I'm thinking of staying here for a bit longer, you see. I'm finally getting some work done on my book--" the minute the words came, he sighed to himself. Mistake.
And sure enough, the teasing tone of her voice took on a slightly exasperated tone.
"Oh Clark. That thing again? Come on—how many sci-fi books disguised does the world need? I mean, now that a big old alien flies around Met and saves lives on the daily, doesn’t sci-fi seem kind of…pointless? "
"Wow, Lois, thanks for your support."
"Oh, sweetheart, that's not fair. You know I think you’re a *hell* of a good writer. It's just—why waste your time on a genre book? You have so much else to write about."
"Maybe you're right," he said, and felt a little ache in his middle. "I gotta go Lois. It's lunchtime, and I have an interview with that Luthor cousin."
"All right. We'll talk about this later." Clark knew that was Lois-speak for, 'we'll talk about this never.' "Good luck with your interview. Drag him through the coals and come on home. Make me happy. I haven't been happy since you left," she purred.
"Oh, I doubt that," he teased. "I've heard your night stand buzzing sometimes."
"Oh my god. Shut up," she laughed, and hung up with, "Love you."
Clark tucked his phone into his pocket and sighed. Lois was a great person, he really loved her, but sometimes, he thought she just didn’t get him. Sometimes, she treated him like she used to when they were kids. He'd wanted to boot her one back then, and there were times he wanted to do it now. Sometimes.
He glanced at the clock. Almost lunch, and no call yet…looked like Miles wasn't interested after all. Or at least, not today…Clark sighed. Maybe it was time to check in at home, see how his mom was doing…
Without wanting to, he thought of Lucas, and winced. Lucas was like some kind of curse, thinking about him brought him up. Maybe he should buy garlic or something, rub it around the windowsills and doorway. Wear a cross. He laughed a little. Maybe he wasn't that bad.
The phone buzzed out the theme to Underdog.
"Clark! Have you talked to him yet?"
"Yes, I have, and he's planning to overthrow you and take LuthorCorp for his own, and after that, he's going to take over the world—oh, and make you his sex slave." Clark nearly dropped the phone, his cheeks bright red. Where had that come from?
There was total silence from Lucas' end of the line, and then, a slow deep chuckle. "Funny Kent. Very funny. And a lot more interesting than I gave you credit for."
"Hold on, there's another call--" He switched over and Liam was on the line.
"I'm about to head over to the Cow Patty now—would you like to talk tonight?"
"Oh, yes, thank you—I'll meet you there."
"One hour, then—see you."
He switched back, and Lucas was humming, waiting patiently.
"Okay, that was Miles. I'm going to meet him in a little."
"Good. Call me after." Lucas was all business, the teasing gone from his voice. "Good bye."
"Bye," Clark said intro a dead line. He was not disappointed that Lucas wasn't teasing him. Lucas was a…a creep. A Luthor.
TBC
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7/11/07 05:01 am (UTC)obsessioncrush on him--that looks like trouble to me. But I'm glad he can't resist the power of Clark's smile!(no subject)
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7/11/07 05:02 am (UTC)You can say that again!!!
Want more ... I am very intrigued!!
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7/11/07 05:36 am (UTC)I feel bad for Jerry. His poor little heart.
Clark wanting to use garlic to ward off Lucas is an insult to vampires everywhere! And Lucas is beyond a creep. Eeeeeewwwwww. *grins*
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7/11/07 05:53 am (UTC)Great chapter babes.
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7/11/07 12:10 pm (UTC)Great fun!
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7/11/07 03:14 pm (UTC)Lunch at the Cow Patty. Hilarious.
Jerry's obsession with a teacher. Liam needs to get a clue and set the kid right before it all goes to hell.
And Lucas IS very creepy. Clark's right to not trust him.
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7/12/07 07:40 pm (UTC)LexLiam that Clark still blushes! LOL! I especially loved the theme to Underdog on Clark's phone!Yay!
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