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roxyTitle:: Out Of A Foreign Land
Author:: Roxy
Pairings/Characters:: Lex/Clark
Rating:: varying to nc-17
Word Count::
Summary:: Captain Trips has destroyed his world, but gives Lex one more chance to alter fate.
Notes:: written as an answer to the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sv_renaissance "Steven King Challenge" 2008
This is one of two amazing covers that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danceswithgary made for the story. Mind you, some high-pitched whining may have been involved. *koff*
behind this cut is the second cover!
Word count: 2576
Rating: NC-17
Out Of A Foreign Land
Birds of a feather flock together'
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
Nebraska was cold, gray and it seemed as if they were the only beings moving…there wasn't much to do but drive, and they alternated, one sleeping while the other drove. It wasn't that bad—a few hours, the roads were pretty clear, and before long, they were where they were supposed to be, and they'd finally see the woman who'd saved the both of hem, in the flesh.
******
The farm road was rutted and pock-marked with holes. It was obvious that once it had been well maintained, but now—who was there to do it, or care? They were quiet on the way down what was becoming a track between the fields, the anticipation built as the corn thinned and then the little house was sitting in front of them—their dream. "Oh…I remember this; I remember sweeping the porch—shelling peas—like I lived here." Clark looked amazed, distressed, confused. "It was all a dream, but—it was real too." He turned to Lex who shrugged.
"I don’t know what to tell you Clark—but maybe Mother Abigail has some answers." He pointed at a corner of the still neat dirt yard. "Park there."
The boundaries of the dirt yard were marked with sumac and chokeberry shrubs, some last few berries still clung to the branches, the wind slapped the branches together and made them chatter. Lex jumped out of the cab and looked around the little brown square. "It looks abandoned." The house looked more than abandoned--it looked…dead. Curtains flapped at the open windows, the door yawned wide, it was dark inside, and something had torn through the house, left dead things on the porch like a warning. A crow sat at the peak of the roof, and tilted its head curiously. An eye like an opal watched them.
They stood on the porch together and it was by sheer force of will that Lex kept from holding Clark's arm. "Okay, this is not a problem," Lex said nervously. "I'm sure everything's all right."
Clark looked skeptical. "I'm worried. We haven't had any dreams lately; I can't…feel her, Lex. Something is happening, and it's feels like we're out of the loop."
Lex tried to look confident—he'd been wondering himself lately about the lack of night time visitations. His psyche had sent so much traffic through his sleeping mind in the last few weeks that it felt odd to be the only occupant of his head. He said as positively as he could, "We're probably not dreaming because we're doing what's needed of us, that's all. You'll see, everything will be fine. We'll get back in the truck and head out to Boulder…"
Clark nodded, but looked miserable. "I wish I could heal faster I—I have this horrible sense of urgency, like a—a sword is hanging over us, and we're not going to be fast enough to get out of its way."
Lex threw an arm around Clark's shoulders. "You almost died of a super mutating virus. You've only been awake a few days--go easy on yourself, hero. You'll be fine, believe me. I have complete faith in you."
The crow creaked and preened on the roof ridge as they walked back down the dirt driveway. It lunged into the air and flapped heavily away when they got back in the truck.
******
Mountains rose up in brown and white walls on either side of them, above them the sky was silver grey. It appeared odd, ominous, after so long being a clear swatch of topaz blue over them. A cool wind blew constantly, but the winged shapes riding on the wind were golden eagles, and that at least seemed hopeful. Lex watched them for a while; they were beautiful, slicing through the clouds. He blew into his cupped hands and rubbed them together, pulled up the collar of the old barn coat he was pretty sure had been Jonathan's once. He was sitting on the hood of the truck; waiting…he sighed and wormed a fingertip into a frayed hole over his knees. The worn jeans were beginning to open here and there…he pulled at a soft white thread and winced at the sound of shrieking metal. The sound repeated over and over.
Clark was clearing the road ahead—almost, but not quite able to throw the vehicles tangled around each other, he was pulling them apart and dragging them off to the roadside. Lex sighed. This particular scene had worked itself out more and more frequently as they worked their way higher into the mountains. Clark was going to work himself to a trembling nub, and then come stumbling back, pale and tight-lipped and swearing that he was fine, not let Lex do anything for him and then…in the night, when he thought Lex was asleep, he'd cry.
Lex was constantly astonished that Clark ever survived as Superman, being so thin-skinned…Clark's emotions were too close to the surface—probably came of being raised by normal people, and not a Luthor, he thought with a wry grin. It faded as he remembered Clark asking him about his city. He'd listened quietly, tears fell silently when Lex told him what happened to the Planet staff, his friends…Perry, Jimmy, Lois, executed by a desperate government…Chloe…Lex knew she'd died when the staff of the WBC had been shot and the building torched. The tally of the dead affected Clark terribly, deeply, and Lex could only watch him mourn. Clark was burdened by such guilt, guilt for being selfish enough to want to be with his mother when the end came, guilt that he'd had no way to stop the plague, and guilt for Bruce's death, Dick's death, Jay's…and Lex knew what Clark was doing was punishing himself, by keeping his distance.
He needed contact, needed touch but he wouldn't. Wouldn't let Lex get *close* like that.
******
"Hey." Clark fell to the ground next to the fire, sniffed in approval at the smell of perking coffee, and watched Lex heat up the MREs. "What's that?"
"The only thing good that came out of Cloverdale," Lex said tightly.
"Oh." Clark glanced away. "Lex…what happened there?"
"You didn't see?" Lex sat back and stared at Clark expressionlessly. "I got raped. I ran away. I don’t know what happened to…him."
Clark stared at him open-mouthed. "Oh no, Lex. I'm—I'm sorry. I thought you were. You know. Mourning."
"*That* guy? No. Definitely not mourning. I was alone on the road and craving…contact, God, someone to let me know I was alive and that I wasn't insane…fuck, maybe I was. The island, Clark. Being there changed me. I can't live alone like that. I thought I could but..."
Clark nodded weakly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know." He got up and moved next to Lex, dragging his bag. "You can…if you want to hold my hand, you can."
Lex laughed, but took Clark's hand seriously, taking advantage of Clark's need to help. He looked down at their laced fingers, and smiled. "Thank you, Clark."
Clark blushed and said," It's okay Lex. I really don't mind." He looked into the fire for a long time; both of them watched the dancing flames. Clark turned to Lex and said, "Nothing like that will ever happen to you again."
In the night, the temperature dropped, and Lex felt like he was coated in ice. It was so fucking cold it hurt and parts of him felt like they were made of broken glass, his ears, his fingers, toes…but just the thought of getting up, of opening his bag to the icy air made him moan… building up the fire seemed impossible. He lay cramped and frigid in his bag and tried to keep his teeth from chattering, tried to think warm. God, he had to build that fire up…move to the truck, something…
"Here, get up." Clark was pulling open his bag, trying to slide in behind him.
Lex snatched at the zipper—"God, Clark, no! It's—I'm freezing." He dreaded the loss of what little warmth he'd built up.
"I can see that Lex, come on." Clark smiled softly and said, "It's all part of me protecting you." He pulled Lex between his legs and threw his bag over them. He wrapped his arms around Lex and Lex felt heat radiating out of Clark, his back was plastered against Clark's chest and the heat…he slowly loosened, muscles strung tight and painful from shivering eased, and he groaned with the release.
"See? That's better, isn’t it?" Clark worked to rub warmth back into Lex's limbs. He nodded, and thought about the indignity of being petted like a—a cat, but now was not the time to protect his dignity. Later, he would, much later, when he was warmer. He sighed, and pushed back against the warmth--and was startled by a low thrumming vibrating all through him. The minute he stiffened, the noise stopped.
"It's—sorry. I know, it's not….human. I'll try not to do that—"
"Idiot," Lex said, closed his eyes and snuggled back.
After a moment, the thrumming resumed.
******
Lex felt like he was swimming to the surface of a deep warm lake…it was a reluctant rise to wakefulness because something, something good was happening…he was wrapped up in warmth, wondering--when the memory of Clark coming to share his sleeping bag floated up, Lex sighed, content. Sleeping in Clark's arms was something he'd dreamed of for half a lifetime.
The press against his chest, his hips, so gradually became insistent that he thought he was imagining it—wishing for it…Lex prayed not to wake up if he was dreaming because in *this* dream, Clark was whimpering like he was desperate for him, and his hands were roaming all over him, big hot Clark hands were on his hips and on his head, his neck, they were slipping into his pants and trying to grab his dick, trying to feel and hold and jerk him off all at once. Awkward and serious, shy and bold and it was driving Lex insane. He heard fabric rip, and suddenly Clark's grip on his aching dick was perfect, a smooth hot tunnel that he had to fuck. Clark's thumb swept and pressed over the tip and Lex yelled. His eyes flew open and he was an inch away from Clark's slightly panicked, totally aroused face. "This—I'm—okay? Is this okay?"
"*Fucking* idiot—" Lex lunged forward, bit down on Clark's chin, licked all over his lips and inside his mouth when Clark gasped, tried to thrust into Clark's fist. "I thought I'd have to wait for another life before we could do this—"
"Lex…you have no idea..." Confident now, Clark nipped and teased at his throat, sucked hard and Lex felt his grip slide easier, turn slick…He yanked and pulled at Clark's pants, until he could mirror Clark's hold, feeling Clark's thick dick sliding in his own hand was beyond his ultimate fantasy. He used to think of this, how it would feel, what sounds Clark would make, if he'd be shy, or nervous….
Clark in real life was nothing like shy, he watched Lex with a wicked grin, murmured encouragement against his sweating scalp--nasty, filthy, *wonderful* encouragement—he was experienced and damn good, and God, it was so much better than he'd imagined. Everything was so much better. When Clark shuddered all over and the faintest whisper of a groan leaked out between his clenched teeth, when he spurt hot and thick into Lex's hand, Lex felt ridiculously proud--Clark groaning, "Lex, come on me, come all over me," wasn't something he'd ever imagined his virginal fantasy boy would say—but it made him come so hard he saw stars….
*******
They broke camp early, and drove higher and after a while the road leveled out, by the time the sun was high in the sky, they were coming out of the mountains. There were signs along the road now that people were on the move, civilization trying to be reborn—the road was cleared, they could see the tracks of heavy truck treads. Fallen trees, cars…people…were gone from the road. Clark grimaced from time to time—"Fires," he'd explain, and Lex didn’t have to ask what was burning.
Clark still needed the sun—when they weren't driving, he spread out in the back of the truck and Lex sat with him. Sometimes he read out loud, or they talked—about the past, speculated about the future--got to know each other again.
They smiled—a lot.
Sometimes he'd catch Clark looking at him, grinning, and when he knew he was caught, he'd laugh and blush, and Lex couldn’t help thinking, this is perfect. Too perfect. He wondered if maybe he was still on the highway in Kansas, and all this was an elaborate hallucination, brought on by dying brain cells—and Clark would sweep him up--"Stop that. I know what you're thinking. It's real, all of it—" and kiss him. Hard, possessive, and then whisper things in his ear that made Lex blush.
******
They were taking a last break, not more than two or three hours outside of Boulder. 'Break' consisted of Lex straddling Clark, and getting kissed…a luxurious, slow, dream tinged kiss that went on and on…gasp, and breathe and back into wet warmth, the soft push of Clark's tongue against his and a little murmur of pleasure…slick feel of Clark's hair against his palm, the lazy lick of tongue over his, exploring the thin slice of scar on his lip and then Clark's teeth gently tugging, tongue slipping inside again, back and forth over the roof of his mouth, his tongue and teeth and the motion promising to repeat elsewhere, soon…"Clark," he breathed. "I think…we're not on the tailgate anymore…"
"What—" They landed with a gentle thump. "Lex! We were moving!"
"Mmm," Lex murmured. "I thought I felt something move—"
"Oh yeah, I *know* I certainly did," Clark smirked, and then blew it—" I mean not me, I meant you—I meant your co—um." He scrambled off the tailgate, and blushed as Lex laughed.
"Lex! I have to concentrate…" he tilted his head back, and the wind whipped his hair around his face, his cheeks were bright red, the tip of his nose...Lex marveled. Clark didn't feel the cold, but his body reacted like any human's would. He smiled fondly as he watched Clark—his heart was the same as any human's, as full of the capacity for forgiveness, the need to love.
Clark frowned a little in concentration, he whispered to himself…held his arms out wide, tilted his hands this way and that. Lex was about to call him back to the truck when Clark yelped in excitement.
"Look! Look!" He was a few inches above the ground, and with gleaming eyes on Lex, he wobbled a bit higher. "I can do it—almost! Soon!"
"Clark, you're floating! Flying! Oh crap—*falling*!"
Clark hit the ground with a laugh. "Falling now, flying soon—maybe we'll end up flying into Boulder after all." His face fell. "I wish it were now, damn it."
"Clark, we'll make it and in the time we need to, I know we will. Just…believe that."
TBC
part 10
Author:: Roxy
Pairings/Characters:: Lex/Clark
Rating:: varying to nc-17
Word Count::
Summary:: Captain Trips has destroyed his world, but gives Lex one more chance to alter fate.
Notes:: written as an answer to the
sv_renaissance "Steven King Challenge" 2008This is one of two amazing covers that
danceswithgary made for the story. Mind you, some high-pitched whining may have been involved. *koff*behind this cut is the second cover!
Word count: 2576
Rating: NC-17
Out Of A Foreign Land
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
Nebraska was cold, gray and it seemed as if they were the only beings moving…there wasn't much to do but drive, and they alternated, one sleeping while the other drove. It wasn't that bad—a few hours, the roads were pretty clear, and before long, they were where they were supposed to be, and they'd finally see the woman who'd saved the both of hem, in the flesh.
The farm road was rutted and pock-marked with holes. It was obvious that once it had been well maintained, but now—who was there to do it, or care? They were quiet on the way down what was becoming a track between the fields, the anticipation built as the corn thinned and then the little house was sitting in front of them—their dream. "Oh…I remember this; I remember sweeping the porch—shelling peas—like I lived here." Clark looked amazed, distressed, confused. "It was all a dream, but—it was real too." He turned to Lex who shrugged.
"I don’t know what to tell you Clark—but maybe Mother Abigail has some answers." He pointed at a corner of the still neat dirt yard. "Park there."
The boundaries of the dirt yard were marked with sumac and chokeberry shrubs, some last few berries still clung to the branches, the wind slapped the branches together and made them chatter. Lex jumped out of the cab and looked around the little brown square. "It looks abandoned." The house looked more than abandoned--it looked…dead. Curtains flapped at the open windows, the door yawned wide, it was dark inside, and something had torn through the house, left dead things on the porch like a warning. A crow sat at the peak of the roof, and tilted its head curiously. An eye like an opal watched them.
They stood on the porch together and it was by sheer force of will that Lex kept from holding Clark's arm. "Okay, this is not a problem," Lex said nervously. "I'm sure everything's all right."
Clark looked skeptical. "I'm worried. We haven't had any dreams lately; I can't…feel her, Lex. Something is happening, and it's feels like we're out of the loop."
Lex tried to look confident—he'd been wondering himself lately about the lack of night time visitations. His psyche had sent so much traffic through his sleeping mind in the last few weeks that it felt odd to be the only occupant of his head. He said as positively as he could, "We're probably not dreaming because we're doing what's needed of us, that's all. You'll see, everything will be fine. We'll get back in the truck and head out to Boulder…"
Clark nodded, but looked miserable. "I wish I could heal faster I—I have this horrible sense of urgency, like a—a sword is hanging over us, and we're not going to be fast enough to get out of its way."
Lex threw an arm around Clark's shoulders. "You almost died of a super mutating virus. You've only been awake a few days--go easy on yourself, hero. You'll be fine, believe me. I have complete faith in you."
The crow creaked and preened on the roof ridge as they walked back down the dirt driveway. It lunged into the air and flapped heavily away when they got back in the truck.
Mountains rose up in brown and white walls on either side of them, above them the sky was silver grey. It appeared odd, ominous, after so long being a clear swatch of topaz blue over them. A cool wind blew constantly, but the winged shapes riding on the wind were golden eagles, and that at least seemed hopeful. Lex watched them for a while; they were beautiful, slicing through the clouds. He blew into his cupped hands and rubbed them together, pulled up the collar of the old barn coat he was pretty sure had been Jonathan's once. He was sitting on the hood of the truck; waiting…he sighed and wormed a fingertip into a frayed hole over his knees. The worn jeans were beginning to open here and there…he pulled at a soft white thread and winced at the sound of shrieking metal. The sound repeated over and over.
Clark was clearing the road ahead—almost, but not quite able to throw the vehicles tangled around each other, he was pulling them apart and dragging them off to the roadside. Lex sighed. This particular scene had worked itself out more and more frequently as they worked their way higher into the mountains. Clark was going to work himself to a trembling nub, and then come stumbling back, pale and tight-lipped and swearing that he was fine, not let Lex do anything for him and then…in the night, when he thought Lex was asleep, he'd cry.
Lex was constantly astonished that Clark ever survived as Superman, being so thin-skinned…Clark's emotions were too close to the surface—probably came of being raised by normal people, and not a Luthor, he thought with a wry grin. It faded as he remembered Clark asking him about his city. He'd listened quietly, tears fell silently when Lex told him what happened to the Planet staff, his friends…Perry, Jimmy, Lois, executed by a desperate government…Chloe…Lex knew she'd died when the staff of the WBC had been shot and the building torched. The tally of the dead affected Clark terribly, deeply, and Lex could only watch him mourn. Clark was burdened by such guilt, guilt for being selfish enough to want to be with his mother when the end came, guilt that he'd had no way to stop the plague, and guilt for Bruce's death, Dick's death, Jay's…and Lex knew what Clark was doing was punishing himself, by keeping his distance.
He needed contact, needed touch but he wouldn't. Wouldn't let Lex get *close* like that.
"Hey." Clark fell to the ground next to the fire, sniffed in approval at the smell of perking coffee, and watched Lex heat up the MREs. "What's that?"
"The only thing good that came out of Cloverdale," Lex said tightly.
"Oh." Clark glanced away. "Lex…what happened there?"
"You didn't see?" Lex sat back and stared at Clark expressionlessly. "I got raped. I ran away. I don’t know what happened to…him."
Clark stared at him open-mouthed. "Oh no, Lex. I'm—I'm sorry. I thought you were. You know. Mourning."
"*That* guy? No. Definitely not mourning. I was alone on the road and craving…contact, God, someone to let me know I was alive and that I wasn't insane…fuck, maybe I was. The island, Clark. Being there changed me. I can't live alone like that. I thought I could but..."
Clark nodded weakly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know." He got up and moved next to Lex, dragging his bag. "You can…if you want to hold my hand, you can."
Lex laughed, but took Clark's hand seriously, taking advantage of Clark's need to help. He looked down at their laced fingers, and smiled. "Thank you, Clark."
Clark blushed and said," It's okay Lex. I really don't mind." He looked into the fire for a long time; both of them watched the dancing flames. Clark turned to Lex and said, "Nothing like that will ever happen to you again."
In the night, the temperature dropped, and Lex felt like he was coated in ice. It was so fucking cold it hurt and parts of him felt like they were made of broken glass, his ears, his fingers, toes…but just the thought of getting up, of opening his bag to the icy air made him moan… building up the fire seemed impossible. He lay cramped and frigid in his bag and tried to keep his teeth from chattering, tried to think warm. God, he had to build that fire up…move to the truck, something…
"Here, get up." Clark was pulling open his bag, trying to slide in behind him.
Lex snatched at the zipper—"God, Clark, no! It's—I'm freezing." He dreaded the loss of what little warmth he'd built up.
"I can see that Lex, come on." Clark smiled softly and said, "It's all part of me protecting you." He pulled Lex between his legs and threw his bag over them. He wrapped his arms around Lex and Lex felt heat radiating out of Clark, his back was plastered against Clark's chest and the heat…he slowly loosened, muscles strung tight and painful from shivering eased, and he groaned with the release.
"See? That's better, isn’t it?" Clark worked to rub warmth back into Lex's limbs. He nodded, and thought about the indignity of being petted like a—a cat, but now was not the time to protect his dignity. Later, he would, much later, when he was warmer. He sighed, and pushed back against the warmth--and was startled by a low thrumming vibrating all through him. The minute he stiffened, the noise stopped.
"It's—sorry. I know, it's not….human. I'll try not to do that—"
"Idiot," Lex said, closed his eyes and snuggled back.
After a moment, the thrumming resumed.
Lex felt like he was swimming to the surface of a deep warm lake…it was a reluctant rise to wakefulness because something, something good was happening…he was wrapped up in warmth, wondering--when the memory of Clark coming to share his sleeping bag floated up, Lex sighed, content. Sleeping in Clark's arms was something he'd dreamed of for half a lifetime.
The press against his chest, his hips, so gradually became insistent that he thought he was imagining it—wishing for it…Lex prayed not to wake up if he was dreaming because in *this* dream, Clark was whimpering like he was desperate for him, and his hands were roaming all over him, big hot Clark hands were on his hips and on his head, his neck, they were slipping into his pants and trying to grab his dick, trying to feel and hold and jerk him off all at once. Awkward and serious, shy and bold and it was driving Lex insane. He heard fabric rip, and suddenly Clark's grip on his aching dick was perfect, a smooth hot tunnel that he had to fuck. Clark's thumb swept and pressed over the tip and Lex yelled. His eyes flew open and he was an inch away from Clark's slightly panicked, totally aroused face. "This—I'm—okay? Is this okay?"
"*Fucking* idiot—" Lex lunged forward, bit down on Clark's chin, licked all over his lips and inside his mouth when Clark gasped, tried to thrust into Clark's fist. "I thought I'd have to wait for another life before we could do this—"
"Lex…you have no idea..." Confident now, Clark nipped and teased at his throat, sucked hard and Lex felt his grip slide easier, turn slick…He yanked and pulled at Clark's pants, until he could mirror Clark's hold, feeling Clark's thick dick sliding in his own hand was beyond his ultimate fantasy. He used to think of this, how it would feel, what sounds Clark would make, if he'd be shy, or nervous….
Clark in real life was nothing like shy, he watched Lex with a wicked grin, murmured encouragement against his sweating scalp--nasty, filthy, *wonderful* encouragement—he was experienced and damn good, and God, it was so much better than he'd imagined. Everything was so much better. When Clark shuddered all over and the faintest whisper of a groan leaked out between his clenched teeth, when he spurt hot and thick into Lex's hand, Lex felt ridiculously proud--Clark groaning, "Lex, come on me, come all over me," wasn't something he'd ever imagined his virginal fantasy boy would say—but it made him come so hard he saw stars….
They broke camp early, and drove higher and after a while the road leveled out, by the time the sun was high in the sky, they were coming out of the mountains. There were signs along the road now that people were on the move, civilization trying to be reborn—the road was cleared, they could see the tracks of heavy truck treads. Fallen trees, cars…people…were gone from the road. Clark grimaced from time to time—"Fires," he'd explain, and Lex didn’t have to ask what was burning.
Clark still needed the sun—when they weren't driving, he spread out in the back of the truck and Lex sat with him. Sometimes he read out loud, or they talked—about the past, speculated about the future--got to know each other again.
They smiled—a lot.
Sometimes he'd catch Clark looking at him, grinning, and when he knew he was caught, he'd laugh and blush, and Lex couldn’t help thinking, this is perfect. Too perfect. He wondered if maybe he was still on the highway in Kansas, and all this was an elaborate hallucination, brought on by dying brain cells—and Clark would sweep him up--"Stop that. I know what you're thinking. It's real, all of it—" and kiss him. Hard, possessive, and then whisper things in his ear that made Lex blush.
They were taking a last break, not more than two or three hours outside of Boulder. 'Break' consisted of Lex straddling Clark, and getting kissed…a luxurious, slow, dream tinged kiss that went on and on…gasp, and breathe and back into wet warmth, the soft push of Clark's tongue against his and a little murmur of pleasure…slick feel of Clark's hair against his palm, the lazy lick of tongue over his, exploring the thin slice of scar on his lip and then Clark's teeth gently tugging, tongue slipping inside again, back and forth over the roof of his mouth, his tongue and teeth and the motion promising to repeat elsewhere, soon…"Clark," he breathed. "I think…we're not on the tailgate anymore…"
"What—" They landed with a gentle thump. "Lex! We were moving!"
"Mmm," Lex murmured. "I thought I felt something move—"
"Oh yeah, I *know* I certainly did," Clark smirked, and then blew it—" I mean not me, I meant you—I meant your co—um." He scrambled off the tailgate, and blushed as Lex laughed.
"Lex! I have to concentrate…" he tilted his head back, and the wind whipped his hair around his face, his cheeks were bright red, the tip of his nose...Lex marveled. Clark didn't feel the cold, but his body reacted like any human's would. He smiled fondly as he watched Clark—his heart was the same as any human's, as full of the capacity for forgiveness, the need to love.
Clark frowned a little in concentration, he whispered to himself…held his arms out wide, tilted his hands this way and that. Lex was about to call him back to the truck when Clark yelped in excitement.
"Look! Look!" He was a few inches above the ground, and with gleaming eyes on Lex, he wobbled a bit higher. "I can do it—almost! Soon!"
"Clark, you're floating! Flying! Oh crap—*falling*!"
Clark hit the ground with a laugh. "Falling now, flying soon—maybe we'll end up flying into Boulder after all." His face fell. "I wish it were now, damn it."
"Clark, we'll make it and in the time we need to, I know we will. Just…believe that."
TBC
part 10
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2/16/08 04:50 am (UTC)What a wonderful story, beloved!
*hugs all three of yous*
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2/16/08 02:49 pm (UTC)Thank you, beloved!
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2/16/08 04:59 am (UTC)See I don't know if I should be worried what you still have in store for them, because it is you after all and well look at Lex and Clark being cute and cuddly - I know that at least one more spot of trouble is coming.
Road trip Lex and Clark are just lovely!
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2/16/08 02:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
2/16/08 05:24 am (UTC)On to Boulder and taking their stand.
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2/16/08 02:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
2/16/08 06:31 am (UTC)I know there's more suffering to come, but I'm glad they had this lovely interlude.
omg, what happended to Mother Abigail!?
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2/16/08 02:57 pm (UTC)In The Stand, by this point, Mother Abigail had died. It's not going to be more than a blip in this story, and in fact, the end will seem abrupt to folks who don't know the story. Sadly, I did not take into account how much of The Stand you *do* need to know by the end. I'm going to post the last bit with link to Wikipedia's article on the book.
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2/16/08 06:34 am (UTC)I believe they will make it on time. :)
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2/16/08 02:59 pm (UTC)Believe, believe!!!
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2/16/08 02:39 pm (UTC)Idiots - both of them holding back until they needed to share body heat. Just think if they'd headed for Florida. They'd still be dancing around each other. ;-P
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2/16/08 02:48 pm (UTC)around each other. ;-P
*FALLS DOWN LAUGHING*
Omg, I love you too much! And thank you, love!
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2/16/08 05:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
2/17/08 05:15 am (UTC)what are the boys to do now without their dreams guiding them?
All will be revealed! *G*
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2/16/08 06:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
2/17/08 05:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/16/08 06:52 pm (UTC)*happy sigh*
Love it.
Worried, of course, that they aren't dreaming...
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2/17/08 05:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/17/08 04:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/17/08 05:18 am (UTC)Well, unfortunately, I didn't really explain, but I hope the link to the Stand does! If not--I'm here for you! *G*
Hard, possessive, and then whisper things in his ear that made Lex blush.
2/17/08 11:20 am (UTC)Re: Hard, possessive, and then whisper things in his ear that made Lex blush.
2/17/08 02:35 pm (UTC)