Guess what! Not HP stuff! SV Fic post
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roxyTitle: Transference
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating:R
another itty bitty update. I just had to post this even with the awful case of stupids I have lately.
eta:hehe! whoops!
The Previous Parts are here, laughing at your granny undies. And really, kind of mean, 'cause your Granny's still in them.
Through a window that cheerfully declared the Cow Patty to be 'The Home of the World's Biggest Burger', Clark watched Liam. He was sitting at one of the tables nearest the window, totally engrossed in wiping the bit of formica covered table closest to him clean. His jacket was folded neatly over the back of his chair, and his sleeves were still rolled up. He finished wiping, pushed the crumbled napkin to the opposite side of the table and picked up a cup of coffee, and he leaned over to blow a cooling breath over it. Long wings of red hair fell forward and covered his face and Clark thought, 'That’s not right….' but the movement flooded his mind with a perfect memory of Lex sitting regally as a prince in the Talon. He made the gaudy, gilt encrusted place look almost…elegant. He'd said something-- Clark couldn't remember now what it was--and his lips pursed slightly and one elegant eyebrow raised, staring into a cup of some frothy drink he hadn't ordered but was served anyway. He'd sipped it with a smirk directed at Clark, inviting him to mock Lex's sad fate…
Liam pursed his lips and blew across the surface of his coffee and Clark…shook, the memory evaporated. He was flooded with the feeling, the impulsive wild feeling that he *was* looking at Lex. Liam smoothed his hair back and smiled at the waitress who handed him two menus…Clark had an impulse to turn around and run and just…keep running, away from the memories and crazy thoughts and crazier dreams… he took a deep breath, and calmly went in to have dinner with Liam, just as if he was a sane person.
It was warm in the little burger place and very bright, and the dozens of conversations all around them competed for his attention. He had to concentrate to block them out and that meant concentrating on Liam. Liam looked up and with a little crooked smile, waved him over. Clark shivered.
"Mr. Kent," he said, and handed Clark a menu when he sat. When Liam looked away to study his menu, Clark…Clark scanned him, quickly, looked at all the places he knew there should be the thickness of healed bone. Of course, there was nothing and he felt like an idiot. Liam had no breaks, he had no scar, and he had hair. Clark blushed.
Liam definitely had hair…everywhere. And he wasn't…wasn't….
"See something you like?"
"Wha--what? I—no—I mean—hamburger."
"My. So articulate. I can tell words are your medium." Liam smiled and Clark felt a spike of anger. Just like Lex, this guy. Sarcastic and—and—
Liam pursed his lips to blow across his cup again and Clark thought about Lois, Lois smiling and talking and winking at him, reaching out and. Liam said something, and Clark's eyes tracked the movement of his lips, and he thought about Lana, that summer, hot and wet and in his room, on his flannel sheets, he thought about Chloe, about all the girls of his boyhood, and the ways he'd wanted them. When Liam laughed at something that managed to squeak past his lust numb lips, he thought of Lex.
He thought of him touching Lana, everywhere he'd touched her, Lex's hands lingering over every place he'd been…Lex just…looking at him. He remembered sunlight playing over his smooth scalp as he walked up the drive to the farmhouse, and wondering how warm it might feel—he remembered him in the bleachers at a football game, cheering him on at the beginning of the long slow death of their friendship. Lana, pain, betrayal, lies and lies and hatred, all burning on the pyre of their—their-- friendship.
He watched Liam and admitted--finally--out of everything that had happened on the way to his growing up, he regretted losing Lex—his friendship-- the most.
He was suddenly consumed with an intense desire to be *home*, to feel home under his feet again, the smell of home…
"I feel I must point out that as an interviewer, your technique is…unique. I don't think you've asked a single question. In fact, I'm the one doing all the talking." Liam looked comically startled. "I don’t think that's something that's ever happened to me before."
"Sorry," Clark said, glancing towards the window. "I was just thinking about flying home."
There was a metallic clink--Liam dropped his fork. He quickly snatched it up again and wiped up the mess with a napkin. "Ah…home? Flying?"
"I'm from Metropolis—well, actually, I'm from a town called Smallville, originally—and no, it's not really all that small." he smiled and Liam dutifully laughed. "Just for the day, check in on my parents—you know."
Liam's eyes dropped to his plate and he twisted his fork in the salad leaves. "Leaving from that private airport outside of town?"
"Well…yeah," Clark said. Liam looked up at him and smiled, his eyes flashed and Clark felt a tug in his stomach.
"Of course," the man said, and his smile was cool and shark-like and much older than possible in such a young face. Such a young face.
******
Clark lay in his small bed, and stared up at the ceiling and looked past plaster and wood and shingles to the stars, to the cold white moon.
He knew.
He knew who Liam was.
Somehow, he'd erased himself, his whole life to do…what? Lay low until his crimes died? Hide away until his name faded from history?
Clark was angry--*furious*. That man never stopped lying. He lied like breathing, the bastard. His life was even more of a lie now than before.
Lucas should know. His instincts were good—he might be in danger.
Clark twisted and turned, debated calling Lucas and letting him know now, or flying home this moment…should he warn that kid—Jerry?
Clark stopped turning. Crazy. He was going crazy…he *wished* he was crazy. It should be crazy to even *think* this insanity was possible, but…things happened when he was a kid, that rivaled the crazy of this—this thing now—
Lex, alive, whole, freed from the hold of Kryptonite. Free from Clark. Perfect and—fuck—he looked happy.
*******
Squarely in the center of his perfectly made bed, Liam lay unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest and he counted—tried to count himself to sleep…he went over lesson plans in his head, thought about returning Ed's thousand phone calls, thought about telling him that it was over.
He turned to his side, carefully enough to not disturb the covers pulled up smoothly under his nipples. He raised one hand to his head, and pulled a long auburn lock between his fingers and rubbed and rubbed it…
If he broke it off with Ed…Ed was the only thing that shook up his perfectly ordered life, and he was afraid that without him…he'd just keep fading, losing more and more of himself. He didn't love him, didn't even really like him, but there was something about Ed that called to him, reminded him of…Liam stilled. His heart skipped.
He suddenly knew who Ed reminded him of.
Liam sighed. So much work he'd put into this life. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to start all over again. But from the moment Clark Kent walked into his life, he knew. He'd be a fool not to believe his life was in danger.
tbc--but ya'll knew that....
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating:R
another itty bitty update. I just had to post this even with the awful case of stupids I have lately.
eta:hehe! whoops!
The Previous Parts are here, laughing at your granny undies. And really, kind of mean, 'cause your Granny's still in them.
Through a window that cheerfully declared the Cow Patty to be 'The Home of the World's Biggest Burger', Clark watched Liam. He was sitting at one of the tables nearest the window, totally engrossed in wiping the bit of formica covered table closest to him clean. His jacket was folded neatly over the back of his chair, and his sleeves were still rolled up. He finished wiping, pushed the crumbled napkin to the opposite side of the table and picked up a cup of coffee, and he leaned over to blow a cooling breath over it. Long wings of red hair fell forward and covered his face and Clark thought, 'That’s not right….' but the movement flooded his mind with a perfect memory of Lex sitting regally as a prince in the Talon. He made the gaudy, gilt encrusted place look almost…elegant. He'd said something-- Clark couldn't remember now what it was--and his lips pursed slightly and one elegant eyebrow raised, staring into a cup of some frothy drink he hadn't ordered but was served anyway. He'd sipped it with a smirk directed at Clark, inviting him to mock Lex's sad fate…
Liam pursed his lips and blew across the surface of his coffee and Clark…shook, the memory evaporated. He was flooded with the feeling, the impulsive wild feeling that he *was* looking at Lex. Liam smoothed his hair back and smiled at the waitress who handed him two menus…Clark had an impulse to turn around and run and just…keep running, away from the memories and crazy thoughts and crazier dreams… he took a deep breath, and calmly went in to have dinner with Liam, just as if he was a sane person.
It was warm in the little burger place and very bright, and the dozens of conversations all around them competed for his attention. He had to concentrate to block them out and that meant concentrating on Liam. Liam looked up and with a little crooked smile, waved him over. Clark shivered.
"Mr. Kent," he said, and handed Clark a menu when he sat. When Liam looked away to study his menu, Clark…Clark scanned him, quickly, looked at all the places he knew there should be the thickness of healed bone. Of course, there was nothing and he felt like an idiot. Liam had no breaks, he had no scar, and he had hair. Clark blushed.
Liam definitely had hair…everywhere. And he wasn't…wasn't….
"See something you like?"
"Wha--what? I—no—I mean—hamburger."
"My. So articulate. I can tell words are your medium." Liam smiled and Clark felt a spike of anger. Just like Lex, this guy. Sarcastic and—and—
Liam pursed his lips to blow across his cup again and Clark thought about Lois, Lois smiling and talking and winking at him, reaching out and. Liam said something, and Clark's eyes tracked the movement of his lips, and he thought about Lana, that summer, hot and wet and in his room, on his flannel sheets, he thought about Chloe, about all the girls of his boyhood, and the ways he'd wanted them. When Liam laughed at something that managed to squeak past his lust numb lips, he thought of Lex.
He thought of him touching Lana, everywhere he'd touched her, Lex's hands lingering over every place he'd been…Lex just…looking at him. He remembered sunlight playing over his smooth scalp as he walked up the drive to the farmhouse, and wondering how warm it might feel—he remembered him in the bleachers at a football game, cheering him on at the beginning of the long slow death of their friendship. Lana, pain, betrayal, lies and lies and hatred, all burning on the pyre of their—their-- friendship.
He watched Liam and admitted--finally--out of everything that had happened on the way to his growing up, he regretted losing Lex—his friendship-- the most.
He was suddenly consumed with an intense desire to be *home*, to feel home under his feet again, the smell of home…
"I feel I must point out that as an interviewer, your technique is…unique. I don't think you've asked a single question. In fact, I'm the one doing all the talking." Liam looked comically startled. "I don’t think that's something that's ever happened to me before."
"Sorry," Clark said, glancing towards the window. "I was just thinking about flying home."
There was a metallic clink--Liam dropped his fork. He quickly snatched it up again and wiped up the mess with a napkin. "Ah…home? Flying?"
"I'm from Metropolis—well, actually, I'm from a town called Smallville, originally—and no, it's not really all that small." he smiled and Liam dutifully laughed. "Just for the day, check in on my parents—you know."
Liam's eyes dropped to his plate and he twisted his fork in the salad leaves. "Leaving from that private airport outside of town?"
"Well…yeah," Clark said. Liam looked up at him and smiled, his eyes flashed and Clark felt a tug in his stomach.
"Of course," the man said, and his smile was cool and shark-like and much older than possible in such a young face. Such a young face.
******
Clark lay in his small bed, and stared up at the ceiling and looked past plaster and wood and shingles to the stars, to the cold white moon.
He knew.
He knew who Liam was.
Somehow, he'd erased himself, his whole life to do…what? Lay low until his crimes died? Hide away until his name faded from history?
Clark was angry--*furious*. That man never stopped lying. He lied like breathing, the bastard. His life was even more of a lie now than before.
Lucas should know. His instincts were good—he might be in danger.
Clark twisted and turned, debated calling Lucas and letting him know now, or flying home this moment…should he warn that kid—Jerry?
Clark stopped turning. Crazy. He was going crazy…he *wished* he was crazy. It should be crazy to even *think* this insanity was possible, but…things happened when he was a kid, that rivaled the crazy of this—this thing now—
Lex, alive, whole, freed from the hold of Kryptonite. Free from Clark. Perfect and—fuck—he looked happy.
*******
Squarely in the center of his perfectly made bed, Liam lay unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest and he counted—tried to count himself to sleep…he went over lesson plans in his head, thought about returning Ed's thousand phone calls, thought about telling him that it was over.
He turned to his side, carefully enough to not disturb the covers pulled up smoothly under his nipples. He raised one hand to his head, and pulled a long auburn lock between his fingers and rubbed and rubbed it…
If he broke it off with Ed…Ed was the only thing that shook up his perfectly ordered life, and he was afraid that without him…he'd just keep fading, losing more and more of himself. He didn't love him, didn't even really like him, but there was something about Ed that called to him, reminded him of…Liam stilled. His heart skipped.
He suddenly knew who Ed reminded him of.
Liam sighed. So much work he'd put into this life. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to start all over again. But from the moment Clark Kent walked into his life, he knew. He'd be a fool not to believe his life was in danger.
tbc--but ya'll knew that....
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7/22/07 06:10 am (UTC)First of all... "Wha--what? I—no—I mean—hamburger.".... I think that has to be my favorite line EVER. *grins* Perfectly articulate Clark. lol
So... if things are starting to fall into place right... Clark somehow knows Liam is Lex and Liam/Lex knows Clark knows. (make sense? lol)
Now... how did Lex become Liam? Inquiring minds want to know. ;)
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7/22/07 06:26 am (UTC)I like where this seems to be heading.
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7/22/07 02:54 pm (UTC)but i want to say that clark's reverie, while watching liam talk, was stunningly erotic. i could feel the pull of it in his thoughts. nice effect.
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7/22/07 03:22 pm (UTC):)
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7/23/07 02:49 am (UTC)Naw - i'm a fast reader.
:)
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7/23/07 04:43 am (UTC)Lucas, poor Lucas, always picked on, my little woobie-kins!
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7/28/07 11:30 pm (UTC)hahahah!!
I always trust lucas to do whats worst *g*
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