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roxyTitle: Ripley ficlet
Pairing: Lex/Clark, Rip/Greg/Irving
Rating: G
"Dad! Dad come right now, I need you!"
"Ripley!" Clark was just preparing to sit down with his husband and enjoy the extremely rare but relaxing, enjoyable breakfast together—but the panic shivering in his daughter's voice ripped right through him--he was gone in the blink of an eye.
He landed on the balcony of the apartment Ripley and the boys shared before he even swallowed the bite of waffle he'd managed to grab. "Lex made waffles, honey—this is life or death, right?" he tried to joke.
"How can you even ask? Would I call you like that without it being important? It's important." Her eyes were red, her nose was red—her red curls were wild and tangled around her head. She was holding a tee-shirt twisted in her hands, alternately pressing it to her cheek and to her mouth. Greg was behind her, patting her shoulder and looking stricken.
"What—what's wrong, honey?" She pulled herself away from Greg and threw herself at her dad. Clark gulped and squeezed her hard—much, much harder than he'd be able to squeeze anyone else on the planet. He looked around…Rip was covering the front of his shirt with tears and snot but otherwise seemed okay, Greg was there, looking confused but healthy, Irving was…Irving was… "Is…is something wrong with Irving?"
She burst into wails and Greg flew up to take her from Clark's arms. "Irving left us," he said. He was trying to be matter-of-fact and dry, but his voice wobbled, and his chin quivered a little. "He said that he needed some. Some space." Greg looked puzzled. "Space. I don’t understand. He has his own rooms, his own…what does he mean by space?"
Clark patted his arm and asked Ripley, "Sweetie, what do you want me to do? I can't…"
"Find him without telling Poppa. I want Irving back in one piece." She sniffed, dragged her hand under her nose and hugged Greg again, who winced just the tiniest bit.
"Yeah, unh…Poppa doesn’t do that anymore, baby."
"Unh-hunh."
Even Greg looked less than convinced.
******
Clark made it home before the coffee was completely cold. Lex was still at the table, waiting for Clark, looking serious. "So…I take it Alexandra has some sort of problem."
Clark leet out a sharp breath. "Um, yeah. Irving."
"That strange boy. He's just the oddest thing. I don’t see what Lexie and Greg see in him…what has he done?"
"It seems he's…he's left. Left them. Rip's upset."
Lex stood. "Well, that's out of the question. I will not have anyone upsetting her." He dropped his napkin on the table and began to walk away and walked right into the broad wall of Clark that hadn’t been there a second ago.
"You can't, you know."
"Don’t be ridiculous, Clark. Of course I can. We want to find him, that's all. Talk to him. Ask him why he's making my daughter hurt. She deserves a reason, don't you think?"
"Lex." Clark caught him up in an unmovable cage of arms. "Lex, don’t do anything Rip's going to hate. Tell you what, you find him," he said and leaned over Lex, kissed his earlobe. "I'll talk to him." His tongue sneaked out to trace tiny circles on Lex's tender lobe. He whispered huskily, "And we'll find out what's going on." He sucked, slowly, with more and more pressure until Lex was moaning and moving against him.
"Bastard. You know I can’t resist you."
Clark chuckled against his neck. "Of course I do."
"All right, all right, we do it your way. Now, get your ass into the bedroom, right now." Lex pulled away, and swung on his heels, marched off to the bedroom. Clark watched him go and wondered how in the hell he could ever have imagined, in his teenage years, that Lex was straight.
******
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, and Clark felt Lex's languor slowly transform, felt muscles tighten again…he was thinking. Clark sighed deep inside and waited.
"Clark…"
"Yes?" He waited some more.
"Do you ever think about Jordan living with us? Clark, do you want Jordan to live with us, but you've been afraid to ask? Because, I don't mind, too much. Much."
"What the hell?" Clark tilted his head to look at Lex, he had to be joking…but no, he looked serious and a little…nervous. "God no, I love Jor but not here with us. I mean—Lex! Stop it."
"Stop what? You know I love Jordan too. I'd be willing to make room for you….him, if you needed it. We could live like Lexie and Greg and--well, and Irving…"
"That's crazy Lex—I mean, it's been years since Jor and I…since I was a teenager. You know that. Rip—Alexandra has a different life. They want to be together. Greg and Irving are as wrapped up in Rip as you and I are with each other. Lex, between you and me, there's no room for anyone else. I can't share you, and you can’t share me. I like it like that. Besides, Jor's a hound. He'll never settle down."
Lex smiled sadly at Clark. "You have to know why, love. He doesn't want to think about you. He's still in love with you."
"Well, I'm still in love with him," Clark said and nudged and shoved until Lex was nestled on top of him, and licked and nibbled at his neck.
"Stop," Lex murmured. "No, I don't mean like that—he *loves* you, loves you."
"No he doesn't. He does? But he's—he's." Clark looked at Lex. "You're okay knowing that?"
"Jordan's the only person in the world I could even think about sharing you with, but part of the reason why I care for him is that he would never ask me to."
Clark looked into Lex's grey eyes, deep and warm and so full…"God, every day, I regret the time we spent apart, you and me and Ripley, we should have been tog—"
Lex pressed his hands over Clark's mouth. "Think only of the future, and how much I love you—we love each other."
*****
"Clark, Irving's in Star City, for heavens sake. Why go there? Anyway, here he is. He's not exactly hiding. Should we tell Alexandra…?"
"Let me tell Greg, and we'll take it from there."
******
"Where is she?"
"She's at work. So where is he? What did I do? Did I do something wrong?"
"I haven't talked to him yet, Greg."
Greg wiped a shaking hand over his face, sighed. "I don’t understand, Clark. I could see him getting more and more distant, like he just didn't want to be here, and it didn't matter what we said. He kept saying he was holding us back, but…maybe he really meant we were holding him back? Look, I don't really know how this thing you guys have works, all these people involved. What if Irving needs someone else? What if because of…of...you know…biology, just me and Rip need Irving, and he doesn’t need us?" Greg's eyes were bright and glassy, and Clark saw that Irving was just as important to Greg as Rip was. His heart missed a beat. Irving was definitely part of them. He had to come back.
"I'm going to see if I can talk to him."
"Tell him I'm begging to talk to him, begging—and if he won’t talk to me, Could you tell him that Rip won’t stop crying? And that we miss him, and that—I love him? And I'm sorry I didn’t say it before?" Greg wiped at a shiny spot on his cheek.
Clark raised an eyebrow. "All right. Tell my daughter I'll be back tonight, with good news I hope."
******
He was in Star City in minutes, and not long after that, he was at the address Lex had found. The hotel was small, elegant and old-fashioned, and definitely not the type of place he imagined Irving staying. It sat facing the ocean, on a strip of creamy sand covered over by a sapphire sky. The hotel was all golden-yellow stucco, studded with blue and yellow tile and just the kind of place Lex would have picked to hide in…he could imagine him, dressed in black and white linen, drinking wine on the patio, under one of the bright blue and white umbrellas sheltering the tables. He was having a much harder time imagining Irving there….
Clark went to the floor the boy was on, waited a few minutes and Irving came out of one of the rooms, headed towards the elevators.
Time had changed, Irving changed. He was in a suit, a very well cut suit, black, with a charcoal shirt, and deep purple tie…he was clean shaven, his hair was short, and Clark kind of missed the messy wings of black that used to cover his brown eyes, the big black pants that used to flop around his legs, the fingerless gloves…Irving grew up. Clark knew it, knew his baby was grown, and working, a married woman who had a life of her own—but it was surprising how much he missed the 'kids'.
Irving was in the hotel restaurant looking over the menu when Clark sat opposite him at his table. Irving dropped his head to his open hands. "Oh shit. I'm in deep trouble." He looked back up at Clark. "Well, I must have a chance since it's you. She doesn’t want me dead—or she'd have sent Mr. Luthor instead."
"Jeez Irving, that's not even funny," Clark frowned.
"I wasn't trying to be funny," Irving said. "I know what Mr. Luthor would do to me if she asked. I'd be—be in a couple of dozen dog food cans on a shelf somewhere."
Clark tilted his head and looked at him, searching his eyes. "Are you afraid of us? Is that why you're running?"
"I'm not running, and I guess…I guess I am a little afraid. Look, we…we were talking about a baby. *They* were talking. Baby…" Irving shuddered. "I can't do that. They want. They want *us* to have a baby." Irving's voice squeaked. "I mean, intellectually I can handle the idea, but emotionally…I guess I'm just coming to understand how different you guys are."
Clark swallowed. A shiver crept along his spine at Irving's words, a chill settled deep inside of him. how different you guys are…"Irving…I'm sorry you got saddled with this. But we thought, we all thought…"
"I would never do anything to hurt Ripley, I love her. My world is her, anything she wants, I want to give it to her—but this. I just have to think."
Clark didn't know what to say, so he said, "Greg says he loves you."
"He does? Hunh."
"What hunh?"
"Nothing. I just figured…I mean, I know he's fond of me. And we both love Rip. And I know he and I don’t need to be…involved for baby making. Right?"
"Well. Yeah. Uhn, the—the baby keeps taking DNA, just stacks it kind of—well you know all this. You spoke to Dr. Chang, right?"
"That guy—yeah. At least he's not as scary as the old guy—hokey smokes, talk about full metal nutjob."
"Try to remember that nutjob made it possible for the love of your life to sit across the table from you and steal your bacon."
Irving paled. "Oh, I do, I do." Did Clark know his eyes got red when he was mad?
******
"Jordan, do you ever wish that things had turned out differently for us?" Clark asked, confident in Jor's answer. They were sitting in a bar that one of Jordon's buddies owned—said buddy claimed it was good for business for Jor to be seen there.
He slid Clark a menu and waved a waitress over, ordered drinks for the both of them. He answered, "Fuck yeah, all the time. I wish I'd fought for…" he saw Clark's face and trailed off, "…and that's not what you expected to hear, is it? I'm sorry Clark. But I've been in love you pretty much from the first moment I threatened you. I loved your big fat ass in my bed, I loved feeding you, fuck, I loved every scary ass minute of being with you."
Clark stared at him open-mouthed. "I thought—I thought—all the girls, and parties and—and—"
Jordan smiled wistfully. "Lex agreed to let me live, I agreed to make sure you were happy, and that wasn't with me. We made a deal, me and Lex. I'd never ever fuck up that deal."
"Lex threatened you—coerced you into leaving me alone?" Clark looked horrified and Jordan hit him.
"No, you ass—he offered me a way to be with you, and not hurt me. When did he ever keep me from you? I was there at every important event in Rip's life. If I'd wanted to, I could have walked down the aisle with her. He never denied that in some fucked up ET way, I'm as much that girl's daddy as you are, or he is…what the fuck. But Clark, if you never got that I love you like…not like a brother or a friendly ex, or…or…my summer of experimentation, you're really fucking thick." He stopped as the waitress returned with their food and drinks. "See, Irving's stupid like that. He thinks Greg is just concerned with making Rip happy. He doesn't get that Greg needs him too. Some people are slower than others. He's a sweet kid, though. Just like his dad-in-law. Sensibly scared of his pop-in-law…but boy, if Lex ever crooked an eyebrow at him, it'd be all over, " Jordan laughed.
"Irving's had a crush on Lex forever, it's kind of cute." Clark smiled. The smile faded some what when Jor raised his eyebrows. "What, you mean he's in *love* in love with Lex?"
"Maaaa-an…eat your damn food."
They ate silently for a while, Jordan glancing sideways at Clark. After a bit Clark asked, "Do you miss playing, Jordan?
"What? Where did that come from? Listen, Kent, I only have one regret in my life, and retiring sure isn't it. It kind of stopped being fun long before I left the court, y'know? I appreciate Lex softening the blow. I like my show. I look damn good on TV."
"Lex didn't do any—"
"Here," Jordan said. "You have some mustard on your cheek." He leaned over and wiped Clark's cheek as slow, lingering as he dared in public. "Don’t tell Lex what we talked about," he whispered.
Clark lowered his eyes and smiled. "I won't…" he touched fingers to his cheek, "Not right away, anyway."
Jordan nodded, and smiled back.
******
"Lex, you need to go talk to Irving, explain to him why Lexie needs him."
"Clark, they're all grown children. Beside, I think Jordan is the one I have to talk to."
"I didn’t even get a chance to tell you. How did you do that?"
"Clark, Clark…" His expression was full of fond disbelief, but after a moment it turned thoughtful. He said, "I asked you if you ever wanted Jordan to live with us. I've thought about it since bringing the subject up, a lot…I don’t think I can share you Clark."
"Well, of course not, and I don’t want you to. I love *you*, Lex, you're all I ever needed, ever."
"Clark…"he sighed. " Let Henri know I'll need to be driven to the airport. I'll suppose I'll have to talk to that boy."
"Lex, it'll make such a difference to him, it really will."
TBC
part two
Pairing: Lex/Clark, Rip/Greg/Irving
Rating: G
"Dad! Dad come right now, I need you!"
"Ripley!" Clark was just preparing to sit down with his husband and enjoy the extremely rare but relaxing, enjoyable breakfast together—but the panic shivering in his daughter's voice ripped right through him--he was gone in the blink of an eye.
He landed on the balcony of the apartment Ripley and the boys shared before he even swallowed the bite of waffle he'd managed to grab. "Lex made waffles, honey—this is life or death, right?" he tried to joke.
"How can you even ask? Would I call you like that without it being important? It's important." Her eyes were red, her nose was red—her red curls were wild and tangled around her head. She was holding a tee-shirt twisted in her hands, alternately pressing it to her cheek and to her mouth. Greg was behind her, patting her shoulder and looking stricken.
"What—what's wrong, honey?" She pulled herself away from Greg and threw herself at her dad. Clark gulped and squeezed her hard—much, much harder than he'd be able to squeeze anyone else on the planet. He looked around…Rip was covering the front of his shirt with tears and snot but otherwise seemed okay, Greg was there, looking confused but healthy, Irving was…Irving was… "Is…is something wrong with Irving?"
She burst into wails and Greg flew up to take her from Clark's arms. "Irving left us," he said. He was trying to be matter-of-fact and dry, but his voice wobbled, and his chin quivered a little. "He said that he needed some. Some space." Greg looked puzzled. "Space. I don’t understand. He has his own rooms, his own…what does he mean by space?"
Clark patted his arm and asked Ripley, "Sweetie, what do you want me to do? I can't…"
"Find him without telling Poppa. I want Irving back in one piece." She sniffed, dragged her hand under her nose and hugged Greg again, who winced just the tiniest bit.
"Yeah, unh…Poppa doesn’t do that anymore, baby."
"Unh-hunh."
Even Greg looked less than convinced.
Clark made it home before the coffee was completely cold. Lex was still at the table, waiting for Clark, looking serious. "So…I take it Alexandra has some sort of problem."
Clark leet out a sharp breath. "Um, yeah. Irving."
"That strange boy. He's just the oddest thing. I don’t see what Lexie and Greg see in him…what has he done?"
"It seems he's…he's left. Left them. Rip's upset."
Lex stood. "Well, that's out of the question. I will not have anyone upsetting her." He dropped his napkin on the table and began to walk away and walked right into the broad wall of Clark that hadn’t been there a second ago.
"You can't, you know."
"Don’t be ridiculous, Clark. Of course I can. We want to find him, that's all. Talk to him. Ask him why he's making my daughter hurt. She deserves a reason, don't you think?"
"Lex." Clark caught him up in an unmovable cage of arms. "Lex, don’t do anything Rip's going to hate. Tell you what, you find him," he said and leaned over Lex, kissed his earlobe. "I'll talk to him." His tongue sneaked out to trace tiny circles on Lex's tender lobe. He whispered huskily, "And we'll find out what's going on." He sucked, slowly, with more and more pressure until Lex was moaning and moving against him.
"Bastard. You know I can’t resist you."
Clark chuckled against his neck. "Of course I do."
"All right, all right, we do it your way. Now, get your ass into the bedroom, right now." Lex pulled away, and swung on his heels, marched off to the bedroom. Clark watched him go and wondered how in the hell he could ever have imagined, in his teenage years, that Lex was straight.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, and Clark felt Lex's languor slowly transform, felt muscles tighten again…he was thinking. Clark sighed deep inside and waited.
"Clark…"
"Yes?" He waited some more.
"Do you ever think about Jordan living with us? Clark, do you want Jordan to live with us, but you've been afraid to ask? Because, I don't mind, too much. Much."
"What the hell?" Clark tilted his head to look at Lex, he had to be joking…but no, he looked serious and a little…nervous. "God no, I love Jor but not here with us. I mean—Lex! Stop it."
"Stop what? You know I love Jordan too. I'd be willing to make room for you….him, if you needed it. We could live like Lexie and Greg and--well, and Irving…"
"That's crazy Lex—I mean, it's been years since Jor and I…since I was a teenager. You know that. Rip—Alexandra has a different life. They want to be together. Greg and Irving are as wrapped up in Rip as you and I are with each other. Lex, between you and me, there's no room for anyone else. I can't share you, and you can’t share me. I like it like that. Besides, Jor's a hound. He'll never settle down."
Lex smiled sadly at Clark. "You have to know why, love. He doesn't want to think about you. He's still in love with you."
"Well, I'm still in love with him," Clark said and nudged and shoved until Lex was nestled on top of him, and licked and nibbled at his neck.
"Stop," Lex murmured. "No, I don't mean like that—he *loves* you, loves you."
"No he doesn't. He does? But he's—he's." Clark looked at Lex. "You're okay knowing that?"
"Jordan's the only person in the world I could even think about sharing you with, but part of the reason why I care for him is that he would never ask me to."
Clark looked into Lex's grey eyes, deep and warm and so full…"God, every day, I regret the time we spent apart, you and me and Ripley, we should have been tog—"
Lex pressed his hands over Clark's mouth. "Think only of the future, and how much I love you—we love each other."
"Clark, Irving's in Star City, for heavens sake. Why go there? Anyway, here he is. He's not exactly hiding. Should we tell Alexandra…?"
"Let me tell Greg, and we'll take it from there."
"Where is she?"
"She's at work. So where is he? What did I do? Did I do something wrong?"
"I haven't talked to him yet, Greg."
Greg wiped a shaking hand over his face, sighed. "I don’t understand, Clark. I could see him getting more and more distant, like he just didn't want to be here, and it didn't matter what we said. He kept saying he was holding us back, but…maybe he really meant we were holding him back? Look, I don't really know how this thing you guys have works, all these people involved. What if Irving needs someone else? What if because of…of...you know…biology, just me and Rip need Irving, and he doesn’t need us?" Greg's eyes were bright and glassy, and Clark saw that Irving was just as important to Greg as Rip was. His heart missed a beat. Irving was definitely part of them. He had to come back.
"I'm going to see if I can talk to him."
"Tell him I'm begging to talk to him, begging—and if he won’t talk to me, Could you tell him that Rip won’t stop crying? And that we miss him, and that—I love him? And I'm sorry I didn’t say it before?" Greg wiped at a shiny spot on his cheek.
Clark raised an eyebrow. "All right. Tell my daughter I'll be back tonight, with good news I hope."
He was in Star City in minutes, and not long after that, he was at the address Lex had found. The hotel was small, elegant and old-fashioned, and definitely not the type of place he imagined Irving staying. It sat facing the ocean, on a strip of creamy sand covered over by a sapphire sky. The hotel was all golden-yellow stucco, studded with blue and yellow tile and just the kind of place Lex would have picked to hide in…he could imagine him, dressed in black and white linen, drinking wine on the patio, under one of the bright blue and white umbrellas sheltering the tables. He was having a much harder time imagining Irving there….
Clark went to the floor the boy was on, waited a few minutes and Irving came out of one of the rooms, headed towards the elevators.
Time had changed, Irving changed. He was in a suit, a very well cut suit, black, with a charcoal shirt, and deep purple tie…he was clean shaven, his hair was short, and Clark kind of missed the messy wings of black that used to cover his brown eyes, the big black pants that used to flop around his legs, the fingerless gloves…Irving grew up. Clark knew it, knew his baby was grown, and working, a married woman who had a life of her own—but it was surprising how much he missed the 'kids'.
Irving was in the hotel restaurant looking over the menu when Clark sat opposite him at his table. Irving dropped his head to his open hands. "Oh shit. I'm in deep trouble." He looked back up at Clark. "Well, I must have a chance since it's you. She doesn’t want me dead—or she'd have sent Mr. Luthor instead."
"Jeez Irving, that's not even funny," Clark frowned.
"I wasn't trying to be funny," Irving said. "I know what Mr. Luthor would do to me if she asked. I'd be—be in a couple of dozen dog food cans on a shelf somewhere."
Clark tilted his head and looked at him, searching his eyes. "Are you afraid of us? Is that why you're running?"
"I'm not running, and I guess…I guess I am a little afraid. Look, we…we were talking about a baby. *They* were talking. Baby…" Irving shuddered. "I can't do that. They want. They want *us* to have a baby." Irving's voice squeaked. "I mean, intellectually I can handle the idea, but emotionally…I guess I'm just coming to understand how different you guys are."
Clark swallowed. A shiver crept along his spine at Irving's words, a chill settled deep inside of him. how different you guys are…"Irving…I'm sorry you got saddled with this. But we thought, we all thought…"
"I would never do anything to hurt Ripley, I love her. My world is her, anything she wants, I want to give it to her—but this. I just have to think."
Clark didn't know what to say, so he said, "Greg says he loves you."
"He does? Hunh."
"What hunh?"
"Nothing. I just figured…I mean, I know he's fond of me. And we both love Rip. And I know he and I don’t need to be…involved for baby making. Right?"
"Well. Yeah. Uhn, the—the baby keeps taking DNA, just stacks it kind of—well you know all this. You spoke to Dr. Chang, right?"
"That guy—yeah. At least he's not as scary as the old guy—hokey smokes, talk about full metal nutjob."
"Try to remember that nutjob made it possible for the love of your life to sit across the table from you and steal your bacon."
Irving paled. "Oh, I do, I do." Did Clark know his eyes got red when he was mad?
"Jordan, do you ever wish that things had turned out differently for us?" Clark asked, confident in Jor's answer. They were sitting in a bar that one of Jordon's buddies owned—said buddy claimed it was good for business for Jor to be seen there.
He slid Clark a menu and waved a waitress over, ordered drinks for the both of them. He answered, "Fuck yeah, all the time. I wish I'd fought for…" he saw Clark's face and trailed off, "…and that's not what you expected to hear, is it? I'm sorry Clark. But I've been in love you pretty much from the first moment I threatened you. I loved your big fat ass in my bed, I loved feeding you, fuck, I loved every scary ass minute of being with you."
Clark stared at him open-mouthed. "I thought—I thought—all the girls, and parties and—and—"
Jordan smiled wistfully. "Lex agreed to let me live, I agreed to make sure you were happy, and that wasn't with me. We made a deal, me and Lex. I'd never ever fuck up that deal."
"Lex threatened you—coerced you into leaving me alone?" Clark looked horrified and Jordan hit him.
"No, you ass—he offered me a way to be with you, and not hurt me. When did he ever keep me from you? I was there at every important event in Rip's life. If I'd wanted to, I could have walked down the aisle with her. He never denied that in some fucked up ET way, I'm as much that girl's daddy as you are, or he is…what the fuck. But Clark, if you never got that I love you like…not like a brother or a friendly ex, or…or…my summer of experimentation, you're really fucking thick." He stopped as the waitress returned with their food and drinks. "See, Irving's stupid like that. He thinks Greg is just concerned with making Rip happy. He doesn't get that Greg needs him too. Some people are slower than others. He's a sweet kid, though. Just like his dad-in-law. Sensibly scared of his pop-in-law…but boy, if Lex ever crooked an eyebrow at him, it'd be all over, " Jordan laughed.
"Irving's had a crush on Lex forever, it's kind of cute." Clark smiled. The smile faded some what when Jor raised his eyebrows. "What, you mean he's in *love* in love with Lex?"
"Maaaa-an…eat your damn food."
They ate silently for a while, Jordan glancing sideways at Clark. After a bit Clark asked, "Do you miss playing, Jordan?
"What? Where did that come from? Listen, Kent, I only have one regret in my life, and retiring sure isn't it. It kind of stopped being fun long before I left the court, y'know? I appreciate Lex softening the blow. I like my show. I look damn good on TV."
"Lex didn't do any—"
"Here," Jordan said. "You have some mustard on your cheek." He leaned over and wiped Clark's cheek as slow, lingering as he dared in public. "Don’t tell Lex what we talked about," he whispered.
Clark lowered his eyes and smiled. "I won't…" he touched fingers to his cheek, "Not right away, anyway."
Jordan nodded, and smiled back.
"Lex, you need to go talk to Irving, explain to him why Lexie needs him."
"Clark, they're all grown children. Beside, I think Jordan is the one I have to talk to."
"I didn’t even get a chance to tell you. How did you do that?"
"Clark, Clark…" His expression was full of fond disbelief, but after a moment it turned thoughtful. He said, "I asked you if you ever wanted Jordan to live with us. I've thought about it since bringing the subject up, a lot…I don’t think I can share you Clark."
"Well, of course not, and I don’t want you to. I love *you*, Lex, you're all I ever needed, ever."
"Clark…"he sighed. " Let Henri know I'll need to be driven to the airport. I'll suppose I'll have to talk to that boy."
"Lex, it'll make such a difference to him, it really will."
TBC
part two
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5/30/08 11:28 am (UTC)mmmm, irving in a charcoal shirt with a purple tie. mmmm. i miss the wings of black hair too, though. ;)
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5/30/08 02:06 pm (UTC)*pets them*
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5/31/08 06:12 am (UTC)*shmooches*!
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5/31/08 03:26 am (UTC)I want to see Lex figure out the Irving has a crush on him. *ggg*
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5/31/08 06:16 am (UTC)Hugs?
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6/1/08 02:30 am (UTC)Good to see more of Rip!
his teenage years, that Lex was straight
6/1/08 03:58 pm (UTC)but argg, they are all so confused, and having lex luthor as a husband and daddy certainly doesn't help!
heeee!
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6/2/08 02:48 am (UTC)Though, now I feel the need to go back and read from the beginning. ;D
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6/4/08 03:45 am (UTC)I nearly choked, laughing. :)
Clark looked into Lex's grey eyes, deep and warm and so full…"God, every day, I regret the time we spent apart, you and me and Ripley, we should have been tog—"
Lex pressed his hands over Clark's mouth. "Think only of the future, and how much I love you—we love each other."
Made me all sniffly, Roxy. But I am kind of glad I read these backwards--or I would have just cried.(hee)
Did Clark know his eyes got red when he was mad?
Um, yeah. I think he knows *exactly* the effect he has on people. :)
And Jordan. Guh. *swoons* And I know it's just mustard, but dang!
Lex, it'll make such a difference to him, it really will."
*plays jaws theme*
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6/4/08 03:54 am (UTC)Ah, Jordan...I'm working on a prequel, a ficlet that takes place before Clark and Lex start talking again...*wink*