sv fic post: East of the Sun part 41
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roxyTitle: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:PG
Word Count:2592
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: AU, so very AU
Fair warning, dear readers—the mistakes here are all my own. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danceswithgary for her encouragement and of course, the lovely cover!
"Alex, Cee—get this. The Fitz is hosting Miller—Glen--against their house band. Battle of The Bands—" Walt said 'their house band' like there might be someone in Metropolis who didn’t know the Fitzroy's house band. The Fitzroy as world famous, it made the Al-Kazar look like a hootch tent in the boonies. It was the length of a city block, and the entire second floor of the two story building. It sat over exclusive shops, a high class eatery and you got to it by a grand staircase huge enough to fit a damn Hooverville on, cook fires and all, or so Walt told a wide-eyes Clark. "Tell you what, son—The Fitzroy--that's the place to be." He leaned closer and in an exaggerated whisper said, "The Al-Kazar is peanuts next to the Fitz. Some day…." he waved his hands in the air. "Not that I'd ever screw Mr. Louis—he gave me my start, and somewhere in that prune he calls a heart is a kernel of gold." They laughed and Walt shrugged. "Anyway, I gotta feelin' Mac White's gonna wipe Miller off the map—wanna be there?" He grinned, bounced on his toes.
"Hell yeah I wanna see Mac hand Miller his ass." Pete was pissed at the band leader still. He was positive they'd stolen his arrangement of Little Brown Jug, but even if he did, there was nothing much Pete could do. The song hadn’t been in their regular rotation and it was hard to pin it down as theirs... "We're going with fucking bells on Mac's gonna murder him, you'll see."
Walt turned to Chloe. "How 'bout you, dollface--you coming along? I—I hope you do—I—geez—ha!" He scrubbed his hand roughly through his hair, turned bright red and laughed again before walking away.
"Okay." Alex said. "He's hard to understand at the best of times but that…?" They watched Walt chatting with the rest of the guys, sneaking looks at Chloe, and she watched him back, her eyes narrowing, her mouth getting that little twist that said she was combing through the question marks and it wouldn't be long before she started coming up with answers. And as soon as she did, Alex figured, she'd make it her business to confront Walt about his little verbal two-step.
She hunted through her bag, not taking her eyes off Walt once, unwrapped a stick Juicy Fruit, folded it and bit down like it'd offended her." Hmm…" she chewed in a way that made Alex uneasy. "Now why would he burn like that? When's the last time you saw Walt turn that shade of red?" Clark blushed when she looked at him pointedly "He's not like you, regular as a stop light," she mused. "That boy's got something on his mind. If it's something naughty, it damn well better concern me." She laughed at Clark's tsk of mock affront. She grabbed Alex by the arm, reached up and pretended to steal the cigarette he had tucked behind his ear. He grabbed her by the arms and pretended to shake her.
"What have you done to my poor virginal boy? You've corrupted him haven't you, you scarlet woman."
"Virginal?" she gasped, followed it with a sweet, fruit scented peal of laughter, and Alex had to smile with her. "That man taught me more than any woman should know, why, I could tell you stories—"
"No!" they yelled almost as one.
She snickered, "Okay, okay, got ya, no stories. But he's got something flopping around in his little dusty attic of a mind, and I'm going to find out just what it is."
She hurried off after Walt and Clark watched her with a little smile. He turned to Alex, and the smile took on an edge of sadness but didn't fade. Alex wanted to yell at him, push him, do anything to make him stop being so fucking patient, being a…"Saint Clark," he sneered, and Clark's smile dropped away. It hurt all right, but not the one it was intended to hurt—Alex swallowed. Now…he needed to say something awful right now, something…hateful. Something that would wipe the smile from Clark's face, make him so angry that he'd turn away or punch him, or something. Anything to break him of the habit of Alex.
Clark tilted his head, searching Alex's face. "Looks like you have something on your mind too. I'm betting it's not the same thing Walt's thinking about, though." He smiled. "He's going to ask Chloe to marry him. What were you going to ask?"
Alex turned his back on Clark, and suddenly his voice was in his ear, his heat warmed Alex's back. "You're been ignoring me, or sniping at me, and being…a bastard, really…you're trying to get me to leave you, but it's not about that stupid Rule. You're trying to figure out how to get rid of me, but see, you don’t really want that. You think…something, what you're doing is going to hurt me but it's not. It can't. The only thing that can hurt me is you, and even then you can only hurt my heart."
He felt Clark's hand curl over his shoulder. "Lex. You don’t have to take care of me. I can handle my self. I had this friend once who thought the best way to help me was to abandon me—I'm not going to let that happen again, understand? I'll be by tonight to get you. I'll be by every night to get you…"
Pete rushed up, yanking his overcoat, frustration twisting his mouth. "I gotta run, gate. I've got some family business to attend to. I'll catch up with you two there."
Ice streaked up Alex's spine. "Pete, is this about that trouble we talked about? Do you have to be involved?"
Pete bit his lip. "Alex, I'm doing my best not to be. I'm banking on Simon finding a way. Don’t worry, okay? We'll all of us be fine."
Alex nodded, turned to get his coat, and Clark was there, holding it out to him. "Am I picking you up tonight?" he asked, and Alex held his hand out for his coat, snatched his clarinet case up and held it against his chest like a piece of armor. He swallowed, and slowly let his case drop. He nodded.
"Yes, come get me tonight." He tried to pretend it wasn't true, that the only time he really felt alive was when Clark smiled at him.
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Chloe's ice blue gown shimmered around her, like she was dressed in a piece of the sky. She was so beautiful, and Walt, he was…hunh. Really handsome. He'd never noticed before how very good looking Walt was. And the man was still blushing--every time he looked at Chloe, Clark could hear his heart race—it was really sweet. Walt kept jiggling his hand in his pocket, blinking, just being a big twitch in general…Clark was afraid that if he didn’t pop the question soon, he was going to pop himself. Why Walt was so nervous, he had no idea; there was absolutely no doubt that Chloe was going to say yes. From the she stood, hands on hips and her head tilted, she'd figured out what was going on. And at the very moment he thought that, Chloe turned to meet his eyes and smiled, her own eyes sparkled like diamonds. Oh yes, she knew.
He let the crowd flow around him, waiting for Alex to come back to the dance floor. He'd gone up to the stage to chat with Mac White and a few guys in the band that he knew. All round Clark, people flowed to and fro, the buzz hundreds of excited people made as they chatted about the coming battle made him feel like he was in the center of a beehive. Excitement filled the air, so thick he felt he could hold his hands out and it would pour into them. He'd never experienced anything quite like it, and he could feel himself grinning, swaying with the music the 'warm-up' band was laying down. The crowd was so thick it filled the block long dance floor, even stretched outside to the side walk where the police were having their hands full trying to keep them in check. Inside, the bouncers just about gave up trying to keep order—it was a night chaos ruled.
Eventually the crowds thickened near the stage Miller and his band were going to take, but a lot of people were still dancing near one of the two stages the Fitz featured. Clark hummed along with the music, singing a snatch of verse here and there and almost drawing a crowd himself….
"Clark—come on up near the stage, they're about to start." Clark turned and there he was, so beautiful, and his. Whether Alex knew it or not, he *was* his. The warmth that filled his chest bubbled up and burst out of him in a smile, and Alex's unguarded first reaction was to smile back—his eyes lit up, his mouth curved—and then he pulled on that mantle of hardness. "Come on, let's go." Clark sighed inside and promised himself—tonight he was getting to the bottom of this back and forth and putting a stop to it.
The Miller band was already going by the time they'd squeezed their way back through the excited throng. They'd made some changes to their routine, stepped up their normal sound even more, a little faster, a little hotter, to compete with the more swinging sound of Mac White's band, and everyone was going crazy. The jitterbuggers were ripping up the dance floor, the spectators were shouting encouragement and the band was swinging hot…Alex was grinning so wide, his eyes crinkled. He yelled, off his own personal leash, and just living in the moment and Clark loved it. He took advantage of the press of the crowd to lean into Alex more than he normally would in public and reveled in how instantly Alex relaxed into his touch…the crowd might be flying but so was he, for different reasons.
Miller's band finished their set, the crowd was screaming, half of them sure they'd just heard the winners, half of them sure they were about to see "blood," Sure that Mac was going to murder.
White's band started off with a slow song, sweet and light, all crooning sax and plinking ivories and the crowd seemed a little confused. Alex frowned, said, "Hunh…that's not the choice I would have made, not after Miller had them coming all over themselves…" Clark was watching Alex more than paying attention to the music, even their singer didn't hold his attention, not when Alex was leaning against him and tapping out the beat on Clark's arm. He was in another world--only had eyes for the stage, a little frown line marring the smooth sweep of his brow. Clark could only think about kissing that line away.
Alex sighed, and Clark closed his eyes and felt him breathe…"Here it comes," Alex said. The sound on stage was slowly building, a little faster, a little faster, faster, until suddenly the skins exploded—with a literal bang, they were full out swinging. The crowed lapped it up, went wild.
The hep cats were tearing it up, making up moves as they went—a circle opened up on the crowded floor as two couples danced side by side, and it was crazy--their partners went flying through the air as they switched them back and forth between them—the guys snatching the girls out of the air and Clark thought how beautiful they looked as they flew, their silky dresses whirling and flowing around their hips like clouds…
"Get hot—get hot! Go, gate, go!" the crowd encouraged and the drummer tried to oblige—his hands were so fast even Clark was amazed. White smiled, laughed, his caramel complexion slowly reddening with the heat, conk slowly curling up; the sweat taking the straight out of it. His teeth gleamed in the biggest grin Clark had ever seen. Clark grinned too. If he wasn't taken—his heart skipped a beat when the guy winked, and then he laughed—it was for the girl dancing enthusiastically next to him….
The brass section yelled and roared and laughed and whispered. "Yeah—yeah—" the skins, the ivories, they all kept trying to lift the Fitz to a higher level, and the hep cats and canaries did their best to respond.
Pete was suddenly at his side, yelling something in his ear, pulling at his arm. "What?" Clark asked and looked down at Pete's hand. Oh! He'd wrapped his arms around Alex without realizing, his hands were on Alex's hips and both of them were moving to the rhythm, Lex leaning into him like…like they were home, or behind closed doors…"Sorry, I need to talk to Alex," Pete shouted in his ear.
"Okay." Clark let him go, and it took a second for Alex to come back to himself.
"What's up Pete?"
"Come outside for a moment."
Clark watched them go, an uneasy feeling prickling at him. Something was up…he stared after them, wishing he knew just what it was because it was making Lex jumpy and grouchy, and sometimes down-right mean…He squinted as his eyes went blurry—he blinked and blinked, and had the odd sensation of seeing the far end of the room as if his face was pressed against the wall. A wave of nausea swept through him, and then he was falling through—no, he was seeing through--*everything*. The floor was populated by dancing skeletons, the walls of the club melted away and he could see everything—and nothing. Just glowing blue lines—maybe pipes, wiring? And the skeletons scampered over it all, and suddenly, they weren't skeletons anymore… "Oh my. Gosh…" He blinked, and there were acres and acres of naked, sweating skin, everywhere. He blushed hard and turned to the doors and there was the street, it was like he was standing there, right next to Pete and Lex.
"I'll let Simon know. He'll tell King, and…I think the family should take a trip to Jersey for a while…stay with my aunts…" Clark gulped. He couldn’t control what he was hearing or seeing and it felt like the first time he'd ever experienced an ability manifest.
"It'll be okay, Pete. Simon is smart and tough and." Alex sighed. "Maybe I can do something about Edge—or at least, Mahaney."
"Look, me and Walt know there's something wrong with that cracker. Don’t throw yourself into the lion's den hoping to protect me and mine. We take care of our own, okay; it's what we've always done. I don't want you worrying—or fucking up worse than you have."
Clark blinked and staggered, and he was in the dim, smoky club again, falling against a huge guy behind him. "Sorry, my fault," he muttered, trying to orient himself. The guy grunted and moved off with a tiny girl trailing him, muttering darkly about poachers, but as far as Clark was concerned he didn't exist anymore. He was mulling over what he'd heard. It seemed there was something about to go down with the Gentlemen and if it involved King Royal, it involved Pete's family too and that wasn’t good. And…he had a new power to worry about. Great. He had, what—x-ray vision? Super-seeing.
As if his life wasn't interesting enough.
part 42
TBC
eta: *smacks head*! Omgoodness, I forgot to add this note last nihgt! The Fitz is based looooooosely on the Savoy Ballroom and White's band is based on the barest, lightest, teeniest whiff of Chick Webb's band.
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:PG
Word Count:2592
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: AU, so very AU
Fair warning, dear readers—the mistakes here are all my own. Thanks to
danceswithgary for her encouragement and of course, the lovely cover!"Alex, Cee—get this. The Fitz is hosting Miller—Glen--against their house band. Battle of The Bands—" Walt said 'their house band' like there might be someone in Metropolis who didn’t know the Fitzroy's house band. The Fitzroy as world famous, it made the Al-Kazar look like a hootch tent in the boonies. It was the length of a city block, and the entire second floor of the two story building. It sat over exclusive shops, a high class eatery and you got to it by a grand staircase huge enough to fit a damn Hooverville on, cook fires and all, or so Walt told a wide-eyes Clark. "Tell you what, son—The Fitzroy--that's the place to be." He leaned closer and in an exaggerated whisper said, "The Al-Kazar is peanuts next to the Fitz. Some day…." he waved his hands in the air. "Not that I'd ever screw Mr. Louis—he gave me my start, and somewhere in that prune he calls a heart is a kernel of gold." They laughed and Walt shrugged. "Anyway, I gotta feelin' Mac White's gonna wipe Miller off the map—wanna be there?" He grinned, bounced on his toes.
"Hell yeah I wanna see Mac hand Miller his ass." Pete was pissed at the band leader still. He was positive they'd stolen his arrangement of Little Brown Jug, but even if he did, there was nothing much Pete could do. The song hadn’t been in their regular rotation and it was hard to pin it down as theirs... "We're going with fucking bells on Mac's gonna murder him, you'll see."
Walt turned to Chloe. "How 'bout you, dollface--you coming along? I—I hope you do—I—geez—ha!" He scrubbed his hand roughly through his hair, turned bright red and laughed again before walking away.
"Okay." Alex said. "He's hard to understand at the best of times but that…?" They watched Walt chatting with the rest of the guys, sneaking looks at Chloe, and she watched him back, her eyes narrowing, her mouth getting that little twist that said she was combing through the question marks and it wouldn't be long before she started coming up with answers. And as soon as she did, Alex figured, she'd make it her business to confront Walt about his little verbal two-step.
She hunted through her bag, not taking her eyes off Walt once, unwrapped a stick Juicy Fruit, folded it and bit down like it'd offended her." Hmm…" she chewed in a way that made Alex uneasy. "Now why would he burn like that? When's the last time you saw Walt turn that shade of red?" Clark blushed when she looked at him pointedly "He's not like you, regular as a stop light," she mused. "That boy's got something on his mind. If it's something naughty, it damn well better concern me." She laughed at Clark's tsk of mock affront. She grabbed Alex by the arm, reached up and pretended to steal the cigarette he had tucked behind his ear. He grabbed her by the arms and pretended to shake her.
"What have you done to my poor virginal boy? You've corrupted him haven't you, you scarlet woman."
"Virginal?" she gasped, followed it with a sweet, fruit scented peal of laughter, and Alex had to smile with her. "That man taught me more than any woman should know, why, I could tell you stories—"
"No!" they yelled almost as one.
She snickered, "Okay, okay, got ya, no stories. But he's got something flopping around in his little dusty attic of a mind, and I'm going to find out just what it is."
She hurried off after Walt and Clark watched her with a little smile. He turned to Alex, and the smile took on an edge of sadness but didn't fade. Alex wanted to yell at him, push him, do anything to make him stop being so fucking patient, being a…"Saint Clark," he sneered, and Clark's smile dropped away. It hurt all right, but not the one it was intended to hurt—Alex swallowed. Now…he needed to say something awful right now, something…hateful. Something that would wipe the smile from Clark's face, make him so angry that he'd turn away or punch him, or something. Anything to break him of the habit of Alex.
Clark tilted his head, searching Alex's face. "Looks like you have something on your mind too. I'm betting it's not the same thing Walt's thinking about, though." He smiled. "He's going to ask Chloe to marry him. What were you going to ask?"
Alex turned his back on Clark, and suddenly his voice was in his ear, his heat warmed Alex's back. "You're been ignoring me, or sniping at me, and being…a bastard, really…you're trying to get me to leave you, but it's not about that stupid Rule. You're trying to figure out how to get rid of me, but see, you don’t really want that. You think…something, what you're doing is going to hurt me but it's not. It can't. The only thing that can hurt me is you, and even then you can only hurt my heart."
He felt Clark's hand curl over his shoulder. "Lex. You don’t have to take care of me. I can handle my self. I had this friend once who thought the best way to help me was to abandon me—I'm not going to let that happen again, understand? I'll be by tonight to get you. I'll be by every night to get you…"
Pete rushed up, yanking his overcoat, frustration twisting his mouth. "I gotta run, gate. I've got some family business to attend to. I'll catch up with you two there."
Ice streaked up Alex's spine. "Pete, is this about that trouble we talked about? Do you have to be involved?"
Pete bit his lip. "Alex, I'm doing my best not to be. I'm banking on Simon finding a way. Don’t worry, okay? We'll all of us be fine."
Alex nodded, turned to get his coat, and Clark was there, holding it out to him. "Am I picking you up tonight?" he asked, and Alex held his hand out for his coat, snatched his clarinet case up and held it against his chest like a piece of armor. He swallowed, and slowly let his case drop. He nodded.
"Yes, come get me tonight." He tried to pretend it wasn't true, that the only time he really felt alive was when Clark smiled at him.
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Chloe's ice blue gown shimmered around her, like she was dressed in a piece of the sky. She was so beautiful, and Walt, he was…hunh. Really handsome. He'd never noticed before how very good looking Walt was. And the man was still blushing--every time he looked at Chloe, Clark could hear his heart race—it was really sweet. Walt kept jiggling his hand in his pocket, blinking, just being a big twitch in general…Clark was afraid that if he didn’t pop the question soon, he was going to pop himself. Why Walt was so nervous, he had no idea; there was absolutely no doubt that Chloe was going to say yes. From the she stood, hands on hips and her head tilted, she'd figured out what was going on. And at the very moment he thought that, Chloe turned to meet his eyes and smiled, her own eyes sparkled like diamonds. Oh yes, she knew.
He let the crowd flow around him, waiting for Alex to come back to the dance floor. He'd gone up to the stage to chat with Mac White and a few guys in the band that he knew. All round Clark, people flowed to and fro, the buzz hundreds of excited people made as they chatted about the coming battle made him feel like he was in the center of a beehive. Excitement filled the air, so thick he felt he could hold his hands out and it would pour into them. He'd never experienced anything quite like it, and he could feel himself grinning, swaying with the music the 'warm-up' band was laying down. The crowd was so thick it filled the block long dance floor, even stretched outside to the side walk where the police were having their hands full trying to keep them in check. Inside, the bouncers just about gave up trying to keep order—it was a night chaos ruled.
Eventually the crowds thickened near the stage Miller and his band were going to take, but a lot of people were still dancing near one of the two stages the Fitz featured. Clark hummed along with the music, singing a snatch of verse here and there and almost drawing a crowd himself….
"Clark—come on up near the stage, they're about to start." Clark turned and there he was, so beautiful, and his. Whether Alex knew it or not, he *was* his. The warmth that filled his chest bubbled up and burst out of him in a smile, and Alex's unguarded first reaction was to smile back—his eyes lit up, his mouth curved—and then he pulled on that mantle of hardness. "Come on, let's go." Clark sighed inside and promised himself—tonight he was getting to the bottom of this back and forth and putting a stop to it.
The Miller band was already going by the time they'd squeezed their way back through the excited throng. They'd made some changes to their routine, stepped up their normal sound even more, a little faster, a little hotter, to compete with the more swinging sound of Mac White's band, and everyone was going crazy. The jitterbuggers were ripping up the dance floor, the spectators were shouting encouragement and the band was swinging hot…Alex was grinning so wide, his eyes crinkled. He yelled, off his own personal leash, and just living in the moment and Clark loved it. He took advantage of the press of the crowd to lean into Alex more than he normally would in public and reveled in how instantly Alex relaxed into his touch…the crowd might be flying but so was he, for different reasons.
Miller's band finished their set, the crowd was screaming, half of them sure they'd just heard the winners, half of them sure they were about to see "blood," Sure that Mac was going to murder.
White's band started off with a slow song, sweet and light, all crooning sax and plinking ivories and the crowd seemed a little confused. Alex frowned, said, "Hunh…that's not the choice I would have made, not after Miller had them coming all over themselves…" Clark was watching Alex more than paying attention to the music, even their singer didn't hold his attention, not when Alex was leaning against him and tapping out the beat on Clark's arm. He was in another world--only had eyes for the stage, a little frown line marring the smooth sweep of his brow. Clark could only think about kissing that line away.
Alex sighed, and Clark closed his eyes and felt him breathe…"Here it comes," Alex said. The sound on stage was slowly building, a little faster, a little faster, faster, until suddenly the skins exploded—with a literal bang, they were full out swinging. The crowed lapped it up, went wild.
The hep cats were tearing it up, making up moves as they went—a circle opened up on the crowded floor as two couples danced side by side, and it was crazy--their partners went flying through the air as they switched them back and forth between them—the guys snatching the girls out of the air and Clark thought how beautiful they looked as they flew, their silky dresses whirling and flowing around their hips like clouds…
"Get hot—get hot! Go, gate, go!" the crowd encouraged and the drummer tried to oblige—his hands were so fast even Clark was amazed. White smiled, laughed, his caramel complexion slowly reddening with the heat, conk slowly curling up; the sweat taking the straight out of it. His teeth gleamed in the biggest grin Clark had ever seen. Clark grinned too. If he wasn't taken—his heart skipped a beat when the guy winked, and then he laughed—it was for the girl dancing enthusiastically next to him….
The brass section yelled and roared and laughed and whispered. "Yeah—yeah—" the skins, the ivories, they all kept trying to lift the Fitz to a higher level, and the hep cats and canaries did their best to respond.
Pete was suddenly at his side, yelling something in his ear, pulling at his arm. "What?" Clark asked and looked down at Pete's hand. Oh! He'd wrapped his arms around Alex without realizing, his hands were on Alex's hips and both of them were moving to the rhythm, Lex leaning into him like…like they were home, or behind closed doors…"Sorry, I need to talk to Alex," Pete shouted in his ear.
"Okay." Clark let him go, and it took a second for Alex to come back to himself.
"What's up Pete?"
"Come outside for a moment."
Clark watched them go, an uneasy feeling prickling at him. Something was up…he stared after them, wishing he knew just what it was because it was making Lex jumpy and grouchy, and sometimes down-right mean…He squinted as his eyes went blurry—he blinked and blinked, and had the odd sensation of seeing the far end of the room as if his face was pressed against the wall. A wave of nausea swept through him, and then he was falling through—no, he was seeing through--*everything*. The floor was populated by dancing skeletons, the walls of the club melted away and he could see everything—and nothing. Just glowing blue lines—maybe pipes, wiring? And the skeletons scampered over it all, and suddenly, they weren't skeletons anymore… "Oh my. Gosh…" He blinked, and there were acres and acres of naked, sweating skin, everywhere. He blushed hard and turned to the doors and there was the street, it was like he was standing there, right next to Pete and Lex.
"I'll let Simon know. He'll tell King, and…I think the family should take a trip to Jersey for a while…stay with my aunts…" Clark gulped. He couldn’t control what he was hearing or seeing and it felt like the first time he'd ever experienced an ability manifest.
"It'll be okay, Pete. Simon is smart and tough and." Alex sighed. "Maybe I can do something about Edge—or at least, Mahaney."
"Look, me and Walt know there's something wrong with that cracker. Don’t throw yourself into the lion's den hoping to protect me and mine. We take care of our own, okay; it's what we've always done. I don't want you worrying—or fucking up worse than you have."
Clark blinked and staggered, and he was in the dim, smoky club again, falling against a huge guy behind him. "Sorry, my fault," he muttered, trying to orient himself. The guy grunted and moved off with a tiny girl trailing him, muttering darkly about poachers, but as far as Clark was concerned he didn't exist anymore. He was mulling over what he'd heard. It seemed there was something about to go down with the Gentlemen and if it involved King Royal, it involved Pete's family too and that wasn’t good. And…he had a new power to worry about. Great. He had, what—x-ray vision? Super-seeing.
As if his life wasn't interesting enough.
part 42
TBC
eta: *smacks head*! Omgoodness, I forgot to add this note last nihgt! The Fitz is based looooooosely on the Savoy Ballroom and White's band is based on the barest, lightest, teeniest whiff of Chick Webb's band.
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7/21/08 10:44 am (UTC)Indeed, Clark, well put. This is shaping up to be a killer climax. *hunkers down to wait*
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7/21/08 12:13 pm (UTC)like val, i'll be looking forward to how this all plays out. :)
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7/21/08 02:16 pm (UTC)And I loved the fact that Clark and Lex got so into the music that they basically started cuddling right there! Ahhhhhhh. . .
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7/21/08 11:44 pm (UTC)And thank you--we got a little romance there...*G*
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7/21/08 02:58 pm (UTC)I love how relaxed Lex was at the dance, just listening to the music, getting lost, and being so close to Clark. :)
I just have one thing to say about the end... UH OH!!!!!
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7/21/08 11:52 pm (UTC)Heck yeah! lol!
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7/21/08 05:25 pm (UTC)I love the club scene, love the music and the crowd - awesome!
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Go, Walt, go! Hehe.
And a new power - skeery stuff! C'mon, Clark - *use* those powers!
*twirls you*
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7/21/08 07:19 pm (UTC)Hope to see more soon!
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7/22/08 03:27 am (UTC)*grins*
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7/22/08 02:35 pm (UTC)hahah, and i had to laugh so much, when you said "Al-Kazar" i was reading "Al-quaida" and thought, huhhhhhh, did those exist back then???
muslim terrorists hired by mahaney , LOL!
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7/22/08 03:10 pm (UTC)*smiles at icon, pinches boys cheeks*
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