SV: The Lonely part 3/10
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roxyTitle: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1670
Spoilers: none
Summary: Lex Luthor destroyed one world and crippled another for the sake of humanity. Of course humanity was incapable of understanding the gift he'd given them. Now he was sentenced to pay the price, a lifetime on his very own planet, without the company of other human beings….
Notes/Warnings: language, tantrums, sexual situations …I don’t even have to warn you about M/M sex, right?
This is my failed Big Bang attempt. It's most definitely a WIP. I'm hoping to come up to a good finish--*koff*. I promise there will be an ending—even if they just get on a bus and go to the seashore….
Five months and twenty-nine days passed, and Lex was ready for the drop. He'd just dug a trench behind the shelter, hoping to transplant some of the bushes there, and stopped to take a breather. Eventually, and with luck, they'd grow tall enough to produce some shade…long term. He had time.
Time is something we have plenty of, little soldier. Time and time…
Lex ignored the increasingly familiar yammering in his head. He wiped his dripping forehead, squinted eyes at the acid bright sky and daydreamed about what he hoped would come with this drop. Leaning on the shovel, he thought…mostly he was hoping for a different voice, for music, for some sound other than his own breathing, other than the fall of water and the shriek of whatever small creature was killed in the night. That brought his thoughts around to the container of gnawed bones he's collected. Maybe they'd be able to tell what it was out there that was such a consummate predator.
man is a problem solving animal…
"Oh, shut up." Lex ignored the voice, ignored the tall blonde edging around the perimeter of the garden.
You have a tenuous grasp on reality, don’t you? it said, and walked a little closer. Lex thought, with just an edge of desperation,' It's not real. Not real…' but Lucas looks rather solid for all Lex knew that his half-brother's body was safely tucked into a rectangle of ground somewhere in France, had been for years.
Lex…Lex. It's fine. Lucas came closer. You can hear me, and see me…I'd only worry if you felt me. Lucas reached out a hand and Lex stepped back, his heart hammering, the breath he drew in was sharp edged as a knife and lodged in his throat. He knew it was a…a dream, he knew it wasn't real and yet…his eyes closed and he waited, terror squeezing his lungs. "Stop it," he said and opened his eyes. "Go away. Leave me alone. Now."
Lucas stepped back. Oh, come on now Lex. Remember what fun we used to have? Remember that room in…where was it…Chicago, I think. Lots of Grey Goose and ice. Remember the ice? Slippery, sliding, melting…cold little trails you chased with your hot, hot tongue….
Lex shuddered, halfway between arousal and disgust. "That was a million years and a different, deranged lifetime ago." He laughed, sharp as breaking glass, and chopped the air with the edge of his hand. Lucas wavered. "Yes, I remember. It was dark, the room stank, and you were so drunk you couldn't even get off. Pitiful." He turned away from the ghost. "You're wasting my time. You didn't scare when you were alive," he lied—just a little bit—"and you don’t scare me now."
Lucas was suddenly in front of him, head tilted to catch Lex's eyes. He smiled wide and licked his lips. Be back later, he drawled and slowly thinned to nothing.
Lex shook his head. That boy…stupid as a post, even dead. He jabbed the shovel into the earth, the little snarl on his lips unnoticed.
don’t be so sure you've won, the voice said, and this voice definitely wasn't Lucas'….
~~oOo~~
He woke early on the day before the drop was to occur. He'd considered bringing the box of bones. There was something about it that was disturbingly grade-school, as if he was a child bringing a cheap little treasure to show-and-tell…Lex shrugged. Well. It was proof there was a danger, and that he needed some other means of protection besides rocks and plastic shards. After all, if he got eaten one night, what fun was there in that?
Lex slid and scrambled down the rocks at the far side of Camp Luthor, and headed out into the bright light. He adjusted the brim of his hat, whistled a short snatch of music—yes, damn it, he was excited. But the loneliness was beginning to bother him, hell; he was already at the point that he was holding fascinating conversations with himself—Lucas, thank god, hadn't reappeared with his disturbing tales of ice cubes and that six foot five hooker dressed like Marilyn and hung like Dillinger…or had they talked about that at all…?
At least when he talked to himself, that annoying, nattering, voice in his head was quiet…Lex snorted. "That should be alarming, shouldn't it? Voices in my head…" he chuckled. "Mind you, I've had experience with this. Once, a million years ago, my invisible friend tried to kill me. But I showed him, I got him first."
Well, it was kill or be killed.
"Exactly! That's just what I tried to make Clark see—that sometime, striking first is the only reasonable option. He was an intelligent boy, why didn't he get that?" Lex was frowning, and stumbled over something in his path. He looked down. A branch, he'd tripped over a tree branch large around as his wrist. "Hunh. There isn't any large vegetation around here…wonder where that came from?"
He hefted it, swung it a little. "I should keep this, shouldn't I? What do you think?"
Jonathan Kent shrugged. "It could come in handy." They walked along a bit in silence, and then Jonathan said, "You do realize that you've knocked yourself out, don't you?"
"I beg your pardon?" Lex asked. Homey little aphorisms were something he expected from Jonathan Kent, the man was as lively a conversationalist as a barn door, but that was odd even for him.
"I said wake up, you're about to become dinner."
Lex jerked all over, startling a wuff from the thing leaning over him, watching him come back awake. Lex's head pounded viciously, but at the moment, all he could think was that he had the branch in his hand and no other weapon. The thing lunged at him, and Lex stuck it across the snout. It whipped its head away and hissed.
It was large, the size of a Newfoundland, slavered just as much as a Newfoundland. It was low slung and armored, it's back knobby with bone, and it twitched a long tail ending in a spiked ball. It looked a bit like his childhood drawings of dinosaurs. This thing, though, was as bright and colorful as a butterfly, with neon fur peeking out between its armored plates. It snorted, and its flexible lips peeled back from fangs like a Rottweiler's. Hot, damp breath washed over him, saliva dripped onto Lex's arm and he hoped it had no poison—the thing clamped down on his leg, and a shriek erupted from Lex's mouth. He'd been unprepared for it to hurt so horribly much. He brought the branch down hard on the thing's head, and it shifted its grip and bit down again.
Lex went faint at the feel of teeth shredding, ripping through his skin. He beat at the thing's head, and it just tightened its grip. Lex was sobbing in pain and fear—afraid the thing was prepared to eat him alive. He switched from pummeling it with the branch to doing his best to pierce its leathery skin. He jabbed again and again, while the thing seemed content to hold onto Lex and wait for him to tire himself out fighting. A dragon, Lex thought, I'm vanquished by a dragon—Lex attempted a final time to stab it, and luck caught up with him again. The end of the branch skittered over the thing's snout and lodged itself in its eye. "Oh god, shit, thank you—"
It squealed, and the second its jaws relaxed, Lex tore his leg free, not even feeling bones grinding as he did--he put all his weight behind the thrust. The branch broke the bone around its eye socket and drove into its brain. The thing thrashed wildly, driving its knobbed tail into Lex's ankle, and lashing it against his calf as it died. Lex screamed again, cursing and sobbing at once. It hurt like hell, and the bite felt like it was on fire and he thought maybe he might have been poisoned but—he'd killed it. Killed the old dragon again. Bastard. Disguising himself as a Gila monster, feh. He'd recognize his dad no matter what the outside looked like. "Right Clark? We know that right?" Clark was being a bitch, not answering but that didn't matter. Lex knew—he had the knowledge to sustain him between sobbing, painful breaths, between the growing patches of grey narrowing his sight, that Clark would come to save him. He always did.
Lex dragged himself into the shadow of a jumbled group of rocks spires. There was no way could he lay outside in the sun, not broken and spread out like a brunch buffet for the tiny lizards come to investigate spilled blood.
It took a million years before he was finally able to stop.
Victory. Once again, his dad had tried to kill him, and once again he failed. What would it take for Clark to see? How many times, before Clark understood?
It was dark for a bit, and when he woke again, a figure was crouched next to him. He tried to smile, and his lips cracked.
"Clark, don’t you remember back then…when you believed in me? How did you ever think anything was going to get better once you knew my own father was trying to kill me?"
"Shh." Not Clark, Jonathan. A dry sob rattled in Lex's throat. "Shh, let's get you under cover, son. Come on."
"Water?"
"On your belt, but don't drink it yet. Pour some on the wound. A bit, to flush it out. Wrap your shirt around it until the bleeding stops. It's not as bad as it looks, son. At least, not for someone like you. You know it'll heal fast. Clark's gift--"
Right. Clark's one good gift..."Okay, right, okay," Lex nodded. Jonathan was always right. Jonathan was a good man, all about light and life and growing things, not like Dad who only wanted power and better if it was someone else's he stole….Lex passed out, hand wrapped around the bleeding wound.
~~oOo~~
Part four
tbc
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1670
Spoilers: none
Summary: Lex Luthor destroyed one world and crippled another for the sake of humanity. Of course humanity was incapable of understanding the gift he'd given them. Now he was sentenced to pay the price, a lifetime on his very own planet, without the company of other human beings….
Notes/Warnings: language, tantrums, sexual situations …I don’t even have to warn you about M/M sex, right?
This is my failed Big Bang attempt. It's most definitely a WIP. I'm hoping to come up to a good finish--*koff*. I promise there will be an ending—even if they just get on a bus and go to the seashore….
Five months and twenty-nine days passed, and Lex was ready for the drop. He'd just dug a trench behind the shelter, hoping to transplant some of the bushes there, and stopped to take a breather. Eventually, and with luck, they'd grow tall enough to produce some shade…long term. He had time.
Time is something we have plenty of, little soldier. Time and time…
Lex ignored the increasingly familiar yammering in his head. He wiped his dripping forehead, squinted eyes at the acid bright sky and daydreamed about what he hoped would come with this drop. Leaning on the shovel, he thought…mostly he was hoping for a different voice, for music, for some sound other than his own breathing, other than the fall of water and the shriek of whatever small creature was killed in the night. That brought his thoughts around to the container of gnawed bones he's collected. Maybe they'd be able to tell what it was out there that was such a consummate predator.
man is a problem solving animal…
"Oh, shut up." Lex ignored the voice, ignored the tall blonde edging around the perimeter of the garden.
You have a tenuous grasp on reality, don’t you? it said, and walked a little closer. Lex thought, with just an edge of desperation,' It's not real. Not real…' but Lucas looks rather solid for all Lex knew that his half-brother's body was safely tucked into a rectangle of ground somewhere in France, had been for years.
Lex…Lex. It's fine. Lucas came closer. You can hear me, and see me…I'd only worry if you felt me. Lucas reached out a hand and Lex stepped back, his heart hammering, the breath he drew in was sharp edged as a knife and lodged in his throat. He knew it was a…a dream, he knew it wasn't real and yet…his eyes closed and he waited, terror squeezing his lungs. "Stop it," he said and opened his eyes. "Go away. Leave me alone. Now."
Lucas stepped back. Oh, come on now Lex. Remember what fun we used to have? Remember that room in…where was it…Chicago, I think. Lots of Grey Goose and ice. Remember the ice? Slippery, sliding, melting…cold little trails you chased with your hot, hot tongue….
Lex shuddered, halfway between arousal and disgust. "That was a million years and a different, deranged lifetime ago." He laughed, sharp as breaking glass, and chopped the air with the edge of his hand. Lucas wavered. "Yes, I remember. It was dark, the room stank, and you were so drunk you couldn't even get off. Pitiful." He turned away from the ghost. "You're wasting my time. You didn't scare when you were alive," he lied—just a little bit—"and you don’t scare me now."
Lucas was suddenly in front of him, head tilted to catch Lex's eyes. He smiled wide and licked his lips. Be back later, he drawled and slowly thinned to nothing.
Lex shook his head. That boy…stupid as a post, even dead. He jabbed the shovel into the earth, the little snarl on his lips unnoticed.
don’t be so sure you've won, the voice said, and this voice definitely wasn't Lucas'….
He woke early on the day before the drop was to occur. He'd considered bringing the box of bones. There was something about it that was disturbingly grade-school, as if he was a child bringing a cheap little treasure to show-and-tell…Lex shrugged. Well. It was proof there was a danger, and that he needed some other means of protection besides rocks and plastic shards. After all, if he got eaten one night, what fun was there in that?
Lex slid and scrambled down the rocks at the far side of Camp Luthor, and headed out into the bright light. He adjusted the brim of his hat, whistled a short snatch of music—yes, damn it, he was excited. But the loneliness was beginning to bother him, hell; he was already at the point that he was holding fascinating conversations with himself—Lucas, thank god, hadn't reappeared with his disturbing tales of ice cubes and that six foot five hooker dressed like Marilyn and hung like Dillinger…or had they talked about that at all…?
At least when he talked to himself, that annoying, nattering, voice in his head was quiet…Lex snorted. "That should be alarming, shouldn't it? Voices in my head…" he chuckled. "Mind you, I've had experience with this. Once, a million years ago, my invisible friend tried to kill me. But I showed him, I got him first."
Well, it was kill or be killed.
"Exactly! That's just what I tried to make Clark see—that sometime, striking first is the only reasonable option. He was an intelligent boy, why didn't he get that?" Lex was frowning, and stumbled over something in his path. He looked down. A branch, he'd tripped over a tree branch large around as his wrist. "Hunh. There isn't any large vegetation around here…wonder where that came from?"
He hefted it, swung it a little. "I should keep this, shouldn't I? What do you think?"
Jonathan Kent shrugged. "It could come in handy." They walked along a bit in silence, and then Jonathan said, "You do realize that you've knocked yourself out, don't you?"
"I beg your pardon?" Lex asked. Homey little aphorisms were something he expected from Jonathan Kent, the man was as lively a conversationalist as a barn door, but that was odd even for him.
"I said wake up, you're about to become dinner."
Lex jerked all over, startling a wuff from the thing leaning over him, watching him come back awake. Lex's head pounded viciously, but at the moment, all he could think was that he had the branch in his hand and no other weapon. The thing lunged at him, and Lex stuck it across the snout. It whipped its head away and hissed.
It was large, the size of a Newfoundland, slavered just as much as a Newfoundland. It was low slung and armored, it's back knobby with bone, and it twitched a long tail ending in a spiked ball. It looked a bit like his childhood drawings of dinosaurs. This thing, though, was as bright and colorful as a butterfly, with neon fur peeking out between its armored plates. It snorted, and its flexible lips peeled back from fangs like a Rottweiler's. Hot, damp breath washed over him, saliva dripped onto Lex's arm and he hoped it had no poison—the thing clamped down on his leg, and a shriek erupted from Lex's mouth. He'd been unprepared for it to hurt so horribly much. He brought the branch down hard on the thing's head, and it shifted its grip and bit down again.
Lex went faint at the feel of teeth shredding, ripping through his skin. He beat at the thing's head, and it just tightened its grip. Lex was sobbing in pain and fear—afraid the thing was prepared to eat him alive. He switched from pummeling it with the branch to doing his best to pierce its leathery skin. He jabbed again and again, while the thing seemed content to hold onto Lex and wait for him to tire himself out fighting. A dragon, Lex thought, I'm vanquished by a dragon—Lex attempted a final time to stab it, and luck caught up with him again. The end of the branch skittered over the thing's snout and lodged itself in its eye. "Oh god, shit, thank you—"
It squealed, and the second its jaws relaxed, Lex tore his leg free, not even feeling bones grinding as he did--he put all his weight behind the thrust. The branch broke the bone around its eye socket and drove into its brain. The thing thrashed wildly, driving its knobbed tail into Lex's ankle, and lashing it against his calf as it died. Lex screamed again, cursing and sobbing at once. It hurt like hell, and the bite felt like it was on fire and he thought maybe he might have been poisoned but—he'd killed it. Killed the old dragon again. Bastard. Disguising himself as a Gila monster, feh. He'd recognize his dad no matter what the outside looked like. "Right Clark? We know that right?" Clark was being a bitch, not answering but that didn't matter. Lex knew—he had the knowledge to sustain him between sobbing, painful breaths, between the growing patches of grey narrowing his sight, that Clark would come to save him. He always did.
Lex dragged himself into the shadow of a jumbled group of rocks spires. There was no way could he lay outside in the sun, not broken and spread out like a brunch buffet for the tiny lizards come to investigate spilled blood.
It took a million years before he was finally able to stop.
Victory. Once again, his dad had tried to kill him, and once again he failed. What would it take for Clark to see? How many times, before Clark understood?
It was dark for a bit, and when he woke again, a figure was crouched next to him. He tried to smile, and his lips cracked.
"Clark, don’t you remember back then…when you believed in me? How did you ever think anything was going to get better once you knew my own father was trying to kill me?"
"Shh." Not Clark, Jonathan. A dry sob rattled in Lex's throat. "Shh, let's get you under cover, son. Come on."
"Water?"
"On your belt, but don't drink it yet. Pour some on the wound. A bit, to flush it out. Wrap your shirt around it until the bleeding stops. It's not as bad as it looks, son. At least, not for someone like you. You know it'll heal fast. Clark's gift--"
Right. Clark's one good gift..."Okay, right, okay," Lex nodded. Jonathan was always right. Jonathan was a good man, all about light and life and growing things, not like Dad who only wanted power and better if it was someone else's he stole….Lex passed out, hand wrapped around the bleeding wound.
Part four
tbc
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8/26/09 01:53 pm (UTC)He needs some real company!!
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8/26/09 02:12 pm (UTC)For all the torture and suffering Lex is going through, Clark is going to owe him a whole lot of loving when he finally shows up.
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8/26/09 03:06 pm (UTC)Poor Lex.....
*pets him*
I like that he can take some comfort from phantom!Jonathan.
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8/26/09 08:17 pm (UTC)Lex really is in a pickle!
*bites nails*
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8/28/09 06:04 am (UTC):) He really is!
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8/28/09 06:27 am (UTC)I won't have any nails left after gnawing them all down to the quick, I'm that worried!
(Okay, not really THAT worried, but you get my drift, right? ;) )
I hope you update again soon.
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8/26/09 09:47 pm (UTC)I can't wait to find out more about the 'gifts' Clark gave him, why he's in this future, What happened to Clark, Superman, and to see some of the things Lex comes up with to make his prison more livable!
Fantasitc Story, lovin all of it so far!
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8/26/09 10:15 pm (UTC)I love the hallucinations, and your choices for them in this chapter. You know I have a soft spot for Lucas, right? But your Jonathan, especially there at the end, reminded me of the better points of the show. If that makes any sense?
Still on the edge of my seat, and I'm sure pretty soon you'll knock me off it with some roxy-brilliance. Happens all the time! XD
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8/28/09 06:10 am (UTC)I tend to write Jonathan the way I always wanted him to be, in fact, the way the show sid that he was, but rarely gotthe chance to show it, so--ta-da! the wonder of AUs. ;)
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8/28/09 06:10 am (UTC)As you command! :)
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8/28/09 06:12 am (UTC)*hands you tissues*
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