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roxyThis part? Does not have Clark. but Clark's coming(so to speak...)This part is still Bruce.It's ok though..we like him, don't we?
I hope you find this part pointy--(I'm worried my point is not clear)
I toss my fic off the pier!Swim, you little bastard!
>Lex lay back in the steaming tub and let the heat of the water leach the stiffness out of his muscles, and the imagined grime from his skin. Nice, he thought, looking at the tile work in the bath. Art Nouveau, that’s just so…Bruce. Organic, fluid and vaguely creepy. But I understand the creepy part, I love it. It’s Bruce. And he’s *my* creepy…’ he grinned to himself. He thought about the other one who was his. Clark, the reason for his, well… flight described it best, he supposed, not that he liked to think of himself as running from anything. Perhaps he could consider it a strategic withdrawal... No, it was pretty much running like a coward. But the situation with Clark required distance. He needed to think things over and he needed advice from the one person he trusted with his life. He loved Clark completely, he never loved anyone like that, not even Bruce. But he didn’t trust him like he trusted Bruce.
He slapped the surface of the cooling water and rose from the tub.Alright, let’s get to it. He found a robe hanging in the bathroom and enveloped himself in it. He knew it was one of Bruce’s and he also knew that Bruce had had enough time to have robes in his size waiting for him. This was nice, sort of Bruce’s version of chicken soup. Like it was when they were kids at school together, and he’d wear one of Bruce’s sweaters or his robe when he was really upset. Like after one Dad’s oh so unwelcome visits
Ok, so Bruce was cued into the fact that it was personal. Lex knew he had a lot of explaining to do, and some bizarre things to talk about. Clark’s smiling face flashed in front of his eyes. “Jesus, Clark. What am I supposed to do with this? And I *am* aware I asked for this, pushed for it even. I just never thought--”
He shook himself, tried to gather his thoughts when he heard a tap at the door.
“Lex, are you hungry? I’ve got food.”
“God! Tell me you didn’t cook!” Lex laughed.
“Oh, no! Alfred wouldn’t let you eat my cooking. He likes you, you know. No, he sent dinner for tonight, and a list of some really good restaurants in the area.Fortunatly, I'm not easily offended," he murmered at Lex's laughter.
*****
After dinner, Lex finally approached the reason he was there. He and Bruce were sitting in his study, and Lex tried to relax into the wing chair he’d claimed when they came into the room. Bruce studied him, Lex felt again like he did when he was a kid, trying to keep something from him. “ Lex. I’m happy for your visit, but what’s the real reason for it? Why are you here?”
Lex stared into his drink, swirling the amber liquid and staring at the patterns on the glass. He sighed and asked Bruce.” What would you say if I told you I have proof that aliens exist?”
“Ok.”
“Ok? I say something totally insane and you say ‘ok’?”
Bruce cocked his head and looked steadily at Lex, “It’s you.” He shrugged and took a sip from his glass.
“That’s it? That’s all it takes for you?” Lex looked at him incredulously .He set his glass down with a smack. Bruce leaned across the small table and laid a finger on Lex’s wrist. “ I know you. I trust you. I believe you. Tell me.”
“Let me ask you a question instead. What possible reason could hi…*it* have , for being on Earth?”
“Singular? One alien?”
“Yes.At least, I’m pretty certain he’s the only one.” Bruce leaned back in his chair and looked thoughtful. “Well. Test subject. Crash survivor, spy, hermit. Tourist….”
“ Tourist?” Lex smirked at that one. “Well, those are all reasonable possibilities No, hi--It’s definitely not a tourist..Or a hermit. Claims to be a survivor of a planetary disaster of some kind.”
“Ok. We know it looks human and male by our definition, attractive, and personable. That would be handy if it’s a spy.”
“* He*, and not a spy. And what makes you think he’s attractive?” Lex frowned.
“Well,” Bruce smiled at him.” You just proved that to me now. You think of him as male, I assume he looks like a human male . You’re defensive when it comes to him. That means you have a connection of some type to it--him. And? I know your taste.” He smirked at the outraged expression on his companion’s face.
“Oh, fuck you’” Lex snapped, startling a laugh from Bruce “Obnoxious know-it-all!.”
“Ah hunh... What else can you tell me about him?”
“ He seems to be- indestructible.”
Bruce’s attitude changed from amusement to concern immediately. “What! Are you certain? How’s that possible...never mind, forget I said that. If you’re positive that’s the case, you realize … one would be sufficient to take over…the spy scenario looks more possible--” He muttered, focused inward as scenarios played out in his mind.
Lex shook his head. “No. I don’t think that’s a likely possibility. If that were his agenda, why would he confess to me?”
“Why would he tell you anything at all?”
“ Because he says I’m his best friend,” Lex raised his eyes to Bruce’s, “ and I love him.”
“ *And*?”
“And--aah…you know that thing I do when I want to know something?”
“You mean where you hound and pry and tease and pout and rage until it’s absolutely, positively maddening?”
“No!… Yes.” Lex looked down and coughed a little and the tips of his ears went pink.
“You drove the poor alien insane, didn’t you.” Bruce smirked. He actually felt a bit of sympathy for it. All it had was indestructibility, and he knew intimately that was no protection against a Lex in full-blown “gimme” mode.
“He didn’t *have* to say anything.” Lex snapped out.
“But when he gave you what you wanted finally, you ran?”
“No! It’s not like that at all! And it’s not about me. It’s about him. The reason I came to you.”
Lex leaned toward him, reached out to him. “He’s young—and right now, I think he needs protection, and his adoptive parents too.”
“ Wha--” Bruce sighed. That’s my boy. Never come at something head on when you can circle and twist and dance around what you really want “ Lex, let’s try starting at the beginning and this time, don’t leave anything out!”
“Um. Could I have another drink? This may take a while.”
TBC--yes?
I hope you find this part pointy--(I'm worried my point is not clear)
I toss my fic off the pier!Swim, you little bastard!
>Lex lay back in the steaming tub and let the heat of the water leach the stiffness out of his muscles, and the imagined grime from his skin. Nice, he thought, looking at the tile work in the bath. Art Nouveau, that’s just so…Bruce. Organic, fluid and vaguely creepy. But I understand the creepy part, I love it. It’s Bruce. And he’s *my* creepy…’ he grinned to himself. He thought about the other one who was his. Clark, the reason for his, well… flight described it best, he supposed, not that he liked to think of himself as running from anything. Perhaps he could consider it a strategic withdrawal... No, it was pretty much running like a coward. But the situation with Clark required distance. He needed to think things over and he needed advice from the one person he trusted with his life. He loved Clark completely, he never loved anyone like that, not even Bruce. But he didn’t trust him like he trusted Bruce.
He slapped the surface of the cooling water and rose from the tub.Alright, let’s get to it. He found a robe hanging in the bathroom and enveloped himself in it. He knew it was one of Bruce’s and he also knew that Bruce had had enough time to have robes in his size waiting for him. This was nice, sort of Bruce’s version of chicken soup. Like it was when they were kids at school together, and he’d wear one of Bruce’s sweaters or his robe when he was really upset. Like after one Dad’s oh so unwelcome visits
Ok, so Bruce was cued into the fact that it was personal. Lex knew he had a lot of explaining to do, and some bizarre things to talk about. Clark’s smiling face flashed in front of his eyes. “Jesus, Clark. What am I supposed to do with this? And I *am* aware I asked for this, pushed for it even. I just never thought--”
He shook himself, tried to gather his thoughts when he heard a tap at the door.
“Lex, are you hungry? I’ve got food.”
“God! Tell me you didn’t cook!” Lex laughed.
“Oh, no! Alfred wouldn’t let you eat my cooking. He likes you, you know. No, he sent dinner for tonight, and a list of some really good restaurants in the area.Fortunatly, I'm not easily offended," he murmered at Lex's laughter.
*****
After dinner, Lex finally approached the reason he was there. He and Bruce were sitting in his study, and Lex tried to relax into the wing chair he’d claimed when they came into the room. Bruce studied him, Lex felt again like he did when he was a kid, trying to keep something from him. “ Lex. I’m happy for your visit, but what’s the real reason for it? Why are you here?”
Lex stared into his drink, swirling the amber liquid and staring at the patterns on the glass. He sighed and asked Bruce.” What would you say if I told you I have proof that aliens exist?”
“Ok.”
“Ok? I say something totally insane and you say ‘ok’?”
Bruce cocked his head and looked steadily at Lex, “It’s you.” He shrugged and took a sip from his glass.
“That’s it? That’s all it takes for you?” Lex looked at him incredulously .He set his glass down with a smack. Bruce leaned across the small table and laid a finger on Lex’s wrist. “ I know you. I trust you. I believe you. Tell me.”
“Let me ask you a question instead. What possible reason could hi…*it* have , for being on Earth?”
“Singular? One alien?”
“Yes.At least, I’m pretty certain he’s the only one.” Bruce leaned back in his chair and looked thoughtful. “Well. Test subject. Crash survivor, spy, hermit. Tourist….”
“ Tourist?” Lex smirked at that one. “Well, those are all reasonable possibilities No, hi--It’s definitely not a tourist..Or a hermit. Claims to be a survivor of a planetary disaster of some kind.”
“Ok. We know it looks human and male by our definition, attractive, and personable. That would be handy if it’s a spy.”
“* He*, and not a spy. And what makes you think he’s attractive?” Lex frowned.
“Well,” Bruce smiled at him.” You just proved that to me now. You think of him as male, I assume he looks like a human male . You’re defensive when it comes to him. That means you have a connection of some type to it--him. And? I know your taste.” He smirked at the outraged expression on his companion’s face.
“Oh, fuck you’” Lex snapped, startling a laugh from Bruce “Obnoxious know-it-all!.”
“Ah hunh... What else can you tell me about him?”
“ He seems to be- indestructible.”
Bruce’s attitude changed from amusement to concern immediately. “What! Are you certain? How’s that possible...never mind, forget I said that. If you’re positive that’s the case, you realize … one would be sufficient to take over…the spy scenario looks more possible--” He muttered, focused inward as scenarios played out in his mind.
Lex shook his head. “No. I don’t think that’s a likely possibility. If that were his agenda, why would he confess to me?”
“Why would he tell you anything at all?”
“ Because he says I’m his best friend,” Lex raised his eyes to Bruce’s, “ and I love him.”
“ *And*?”
“And--aah…you know that thing I do when I want to know something?”
“You mean where you hound and pry and tease and pout and rage until it’s absolutely, positively maddening?”
“No!… Yes.” Lex looked down and coughed a little and the tips of his ears went pink.
“You drove the poor alien insane, didn’t you.” Bruce smirked. He actually felt a bit of sympathy for it. All it had was indestructibility, and he knew intimately that was no protection against a Lex in full-blown “gimme” mode.
“He didn’t *have* to say anything.” Lex snapped out.
“But when he gave you what you wanted finally, you ran?”
“No! It’s not like that at all! And it’s not about me. It’s about him. The reason I came to you.”
Lex leaned toward him, reached out to him. “He’s young—and right now, I think he needs protection, and his adoptive parents too.”
“ Wha--” Bruce sighed. That’s my boy. Never come at something head on when you can circle and twist and dance around what you really want “ Lex, let’s try starting at the beginning and this time, don’t leave anything out!”
“Um. Could I have another drink? This may take a while.”
TBC--yes?