SV: The Lonely part 5/10
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roxyTitle: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1939
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. In this part, Lex acts like Lex...
Lex directed him into the kitchen area of the hut, and the minute Kal--*Clark*--set him down, Lex grabbed a knife from the cutlery box and shoved the blade against Clark's ribs. He expected the blade to fold, for Clark to laugh, shove him away, to lecture him on his stupidity…impossibly, the knife slid right inside, like cutting butter. Kal's face crumbled and he fell back, crying out—in pain. There was no mistaking the sound, and Lex was shocked into crying out with him
Kal stumbled and fell to the ground. "Oh—oh--that—" The grey top was ripped open, and Lex could see the split skin spurt a cloudy, orangish fluid, caught sight of what looked like a metal lattice under the skin, before it knit back up. "That *hurt*," Kal gasped and then, was silent. He sat, head down, and made no effort to move, even after his skin was whole again.
Lex dropped to his knees as well. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry—are you--?" He ran his hand over the spot still smeared with fluid but the cut was gone, the skin as smooth as it had been. Insane—the construct felt pain? Why--*how*? Lex moved his hand and the shirt fell back into place—it was also mended. Lex felt faint. This was…it couldn't be real, could it? Was he dreaming?
"I know, you had to see with your own eyes." Kal lifted his head. The statement was not quite a condemnation, but it was close. "But now you have concrete proof of what I am—besides your companion." His eyes were wide and wet and wounded and Lex felt like a murderous ass—and that certainly was proof he wasn't dreaming..
"Come on, let me help you up." Lifting Kal, to his feet, he wondered just how that quick healing ability worked, if the material of the shirt and the skin over the metal was composed of…nanites perhaps? His fingers itched to dig into Kal, but he'd learned a lesson from dealing with the real one.
Once Kal was on his feet--quicker than Lex would have thought possible--he asked to see the camp, and Lex took him on a slow walk around the site, his attention more on his healthy and entirely too trusting companion then his few little dry acres. After they'd made the circuit of his little camp, Lex made a grand gesture with one hand and said, "Welcome to Camp Luthor," in what was meant to be an ironic tone, but embarrassingly, he heard the whisper of pride in his voice.
.
Kal looked around and smiled. "Camp Luthor?"
Lex looked at the place, the way he assumed Kal probably saw it. The hut, the outhouse a few yards back from the hut, the small squares that made up an attempt at a garden…the rocks outlining a non-existent lawn.
Lex shrugged, acting indifference, even though he could feel the blush washing over his scalp, and streaking his cheeks. This Clark—Kal--was just as aware of his shortcomings and hubris as the real one. This one, though…this one he controlled. He didn't need to worry about the opinions this one might hold about Lex's actions. This one he owned, like he owned a car, or…or a pet. Albeit a very powerful pet, it seemed. Kal seemed to possess similar powers as Clark's. And that made no sense. Why had they sent him so powerful a weapon, one that had the potential to be utterly loyal to him. What was their game? Maybe…maybe this thing was some…extra punishment, a torture….
Lex walked into the hut. He was tired, angry, and aching. He'd go to bed now and bathe in the morning. He stopped and was bumped by Kal.
"What are you doing?"
"Coming into the house with you?"
"No." Lex drew himself up and stared into Kal's eyes. He let his expression harden. He was not about to be so easily taken in, not Lex Luthor. "You stay outside with the rest of the tools."
"But…but I belong with you."
"Tools belong outside, under the tarp." Lex glared at the construct until with a small sigh, he turned and walked slowly to stand under the tarp. He looked at Lex with a sorrowful tilt to his mouth. Lex managed to stop himself before telling him good night.
Morning broke, and Kal was still standing where Lex had directed him to, watching the sun pour honey colored light over the hills. He seemed…moved by the beauty that Lex recognized in this sunrise. That stopped him. The construct seemed to have aesthetic sense. He had actually meant it when he'd said he was pretty? Lex blushed again and cursed. Isolation was wreaking havoc on his emotional state.
Kal turned to Lex and smiled. "Good morning, Lex."
Lex snapped, "Don't call me Lex. Friends call me Lex. You will address me as sir," he said, and felt a little…asshole-ish, but…his majordomo had called him sir and certainly nothing else more personal than Mr. Luthor, and this thing was…a walking, talking…hammer.
Kal dropped his eyes and said, "Of course, sorry, sir." He looked up and said, "Can I be of service to you today?" He--it—he--sounded hopeful.
It! Lex huffed in frustration. He needed to get this pronoun thing under control. It. Giant capital it—no matter what it looked like or acted like. In fact—"Do you need to eat?"
He--it tilted its unfairly beautiful head and said slowly, "No, I don't *need* to eat…"
"But you can?" fascinating. "How do you—eliminate the food you ingest?"
"Well…" He looked thoughtful. "I suppose much the same as you…sir."
"What? Really?" Lex's eyes lit up. This was very, very interesting—and more examples of technology that no one was capable of when he left Earth. Which means Wayne definitely got the technology from somewhere not on earth or in the commonwealth at all…which meant…Clark probably had a hand in it. Some how. Some way.
Kal looked uncomfortable, and continued, "But…I can only eat or drink small amounts, I'm sorry, sir."
"Don’t be ridiculous," Lex laughed. "I don't have food to share with you unnecessarily. Though if you don't require it, than how do you power yourself?"
"Battery," he replied with his annoyingly sweet smile, and pointed at the sky. "Sunlight. It's converted to power and stored."
Lex just frowned in reply.
~~oOo~~
Kal proved himself more useful than any tool they could have sent. A shovel wasn't capable of deducing that the irrigation ditches they were making needed to be deeper than Lex had planned for. Or that the next garden Lex planned would wash away in the location Lex chose….
At the end of the evening, Lex made dinner, and Kal watched, and asked questions, and after a long few minutes of silence, Lex reluctantly began to explain the steps to making a simple omelet, and before he was really aware of what he was doing, he was bemoaning the fact that the eggs weren't real before remembering that Kal was…a fancy hammer, for all intents and purposes.
He sat and ate, and Kal watched, a faint smile on his face, and after Lex finished, Kal took the plate away, and cleaned it. The sun was almost completely down by the time he'd cleaned up after Lex, the light washing the interior of the shelter tinted everything a pale pink. Kal looked like he was made of gold, the grey institutional style clothing took nothing away from him, and when he leaned back against the ivory wall, his gold skin and black, black hair made a picture that took Lex's breath away. He felt a trembling clench in his stomach, and his throat was tight....
"Go back to your place," Lex ordered, confusion made his tone knife sharp, and Kal looked confused.
"But…I am your companion," he said in a reasonable tone, as if Lex might have forgotten and Lex snorted.
"You are a tool and tools stay outside. Where you were last night. Go on."
Kal hung his head and walked slowly out to the corner he'd spent the previous night in and Lex reminded himself sternly that this thing was just that, a clever construction, an amazing machine and no more. Not even if it's lip trembled. Which it didn't. He was positive about that.
Kal tried to talk to him the following day, and Lex didn't respond, and finally had to order Kal to be silent. It gave him space to concentrate on what was important. He'd decided that the next time the gate opened, he was going through it, come hell or high water.
He eyed Kal, and wondered…was there some way to convert this tool into a weapon?
Kal didn't go against orders—what Lex demanded, he did. He spent hours clearing the edges of Camp Luthor, dragging brush and rocks out of the way, collecting likely stones to construct a wall, his skin reknitting itself when he tore it grubbing out brush and vines. He tore finger nails loose pulling stones to stack where Lex wanted them. Lex ignored it; he told himself that Kal would have those fingernails restored before morning…ignored the tiny sounds of distress the construct made. It made sense—no doubt it was an expensive piece of equipment. It was just logical that it should try to keep from injuring itself, and the pain it felt was probably meant as a reminder not to do so…or maybe it was for…he shuddered, and felt something cold brush against his spine, heard the laughter of twisted, restless ghosts….
Eventually, Kal went to stand in his corner without Lex directing him to. He no longer bothered to try and make eye contact after Lex made it plain he didn't want that. He seemed smaller than when he'd first awakened, dimmer. Lex refused to see. He ignored him, took no notice that he seemed to shrink, that his ocean eyes grew murky, that the rare words Kal spoke rustled like dry leaves. He spent so much time not noticing these things that entire days went by in which Kal was the only thing on his mind. Kal wasting away under the tarp, his non-human humanness pressing down on Lex like…yes, like a punishment.
Night brought no rest. It seemed the evenings were darker, hotter and more unforgiving since Kal was forced into his life. Determined to ignore the cloud of bitter, confused feeling thinking about Kal brought, Lex wandered around the few small rooms, humming to himself. He unwrapped a happy memory like a precious jewel--he was remembering a time, a ballroom, with so many people, dressed in beautiful gowns, suits; the light had sparkled like diamonds against the black velvet darkness above them, glittering in a ceiling so high it was like the night sky. He closed his eyes and swept around the small floor, and imagined that night, and swooping around the marble dance floor, a beautiful person wrapped in his arms and feeling—powerful knowing he owned every single one of those beautiful people….
The people that had laughed behind their hands, or pretended shock and disgust, at his trial. Lex abruptly hit the ground.
"Empty…empty. All my pleasures were empty." He lay on his back, and sighed. Alone. He loosened that ties on the green pants, and slid a hand inside, and cupped his growing erection. Alone…always alone except for one brief shining moment, one point in time that only this way could he admit, it was the best time in his life….
~~oOo~~
Part six
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1939
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. In this part, Lex acts like Lex...
Lex directed him into the kitchen area of the hut, and the minute Kal--*Clark*--set him down, Lex grabbed a knife from the cutlery box and shoved the blade against Clark's ribs. He expected the blade to fold, for Clark to laugh, shove him away, to lecture him on his stupidity…impossibly, the knife slid right inside, like cutting butter. Kal's face crumbled and he fell back, crying out—in pain. There was no mistaking the sound, and Lex was shocked into crying out with him
Kal stumbled and fell to the ground. "Oh—oh--that—" The grey top was ripped open, and Lex could see the split skin spurt a cloudy, orangish fluid, caught sight of what looked like a metal lattice under the skin, before it knit back up. "That *hurt*," Kal gasped and then, was silent. He sat, head down, and made no effort to move, even after his skin was whole again.
Lex dropped to his knees as well. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry—are you--?" He ran his hand over the spot still smeared with fluid but the cut was gone, the skin as smooth as it had been. Insane—the construct felt pain? Why--*how*? Lex moved his hand and the shirt fell back into place—it was also mended. Lex felt faint. This was…it couldn't be real, could it? Was he dreaming?
"I know, you had to see with your own eyes." Kal lifted his head. The statement was not quite a condemnation, but it was close. "But now you have concrete proof of what I am—besides your companion." His eyes were wide and wet and wounded and Lex felt like a murderous ass—and that certainly was proof he wasn't dreaming..
"Come on, let me help you up." Lifting Kal, to his feet, he wondered just how that quick healing ability worked, if the material of the shirt and the skin over the metal was composed of…nanites perhaps? His fingers itched to dig into Kal, but he'd learned a lesson from dealing with the real one.
Once Kal was on his feet--quicker than Lex would have thought possible--he asked to see the camp, and Lex took him on a slow walk around the site, his attention more on his healthy and entirely too trusting companion then his few little dry acres. After they'd made the circuit of his little camp, Lex made a grand gesture with one hand and said, "Welcome to Camp Luthor," in what was meant to be an ironic tone, but embarrassingly, he heard the whisper of pride in his voice.
.
Kal looked around and smiled. "Camp Luthor?"
Lex looked at the place, the way he assumed Kal probably saw it. The hut, the outhouse a few yards back from the hut, the small squares that made up an attempt at a garden…the rocks outlining a non-existent lawn.
Lex shrugged, acting indifference, even though he could feel the blush washing over his scalp, and streaking his cheeks. This Clark—Kal--was just as aware of his shortcomings and hubris as the real one. This one, though…this one he controlled. He didn't need to worry about the opinions this one might hold about Lex's actions. This one he owned, like he owned a car, or…or a pet. Albeit a very powerful pet, it seemed. Kal seemed to possess similar powers as Clark's. And that made no sense. Why had they sent him so powerful a weapon, one that had the potential to be utterly loyal to him. What was their game? Maybe…maybe this thing was some…extra punishment, a torture….
Lex walked into the hut. He was tired, angry, and aching. He'd go to bed now and bathe in the morning. He stopped and was bumped by Kal.
"What are you doing?"
"Coming into the house with you?"
"No." Lex drew himself up and stared into Kal's eyes. He let his expression harden. He was not about to be so easily taken in, not Lex Luthor. "You stay outside with the rest of the tools."
"But…but I belong with you."
"Tools belong outside, under the tarp." Lex glared at the construct until with a small sigh, he turned and walked slowly to stand under the tarp. He looked at Lex with a sorrowful tilt to his mouth. Lex managed to stop himself before telling him good night.
Morning broke, and Kal was still standing where Lex had directed him to, watching the sun pour honey colored light over the hills. He seemed…moved by the beauty that Lex recognized in this sunrise. That stopped him. The construct seemed to have aesthetic sense. He had actually meant it when he'd said he was pretty? Lex blushed again and cursed. Isolation was wreaking havoc on his emotional state.
Kal turned to Lex and smiled. "Good morning, Lex."
Lex snapped, "Don't call me Lex. Friends call me Lex. You will address me as sir," he said, and felt a little…asshole-ish, but…his majordomo had called him sir and certainly nothing else more personal than Mr. Luthor, and this thing was…a walking, talking…hammer.
Kal dropped his eyes and said, "Of course, sorry, sir." He looked up and said, "Can I be of service to you today?" He--it—he--sounded hopeful.
It! Lex huffed in frustration. He needed to get this pronoun thing under control. It. Giant capital it—no matter what it looked like or acted like. In fact—"Do you need to eat?"
He--it tilted its unfairly beautiful head and said slowly, "No, I don't *need* to eat…"
"But you can?" fascinating. "How do you—eliminate the food you ingest?"
"Well…" He looked thoughtful. "I suppose much the same as you…sir."
"What? Really?" Lex's eyes lit up. This was very, very interesting—and more examples of technology that no one was capable of when he left Earth. Which means Wayne definitely got the technology from somewhere not on earth or in the commonwealth at all…which meant…Clark probably had a hand in it. Some how. Some way.
Kal looked uncomfortable, and continued, "But…I can only eat or drink small amounts, I'm sorry, sir."
"Don’t be ridiculous," Lex laughed. "I don't have food to share with you unnecessarily. Though if you don't require it, than how do you power yourself?"
"Battery," he replied with his annoyingly sweet smile, and pointed at the sky. "Sunlight. It's converted to power and stored."
Lex just frowned in reply.
Kal proved himself more useful than any tool they could have sent. A shovel wasn't capable of deducing that the irrigation ditches they were making needed to be deeper than Lex had planned for. Or that the next garden Lex planned would wash away in the location Lex chose….
At the end of the evening, Lex made dinner, and Kal watched, and asked questions, and after a long few minutes of silence, Lex reluctantly began to explain the steps to making a simple omelet, and before he was really aware of what he was doing, he was bemoaning the fact that the eggs weren't real before remembering that Kal was…a fancy hammer, for all intents and purposes.
He sat and ate, and Kal watched, a faint smile on his face, and after Lex finished, Kal took the plate away, and cleaned it. The sun was almost completely down by the time he'd cleaned up after Lex, the light washing the interior of the shelter tinted everything a pale pink. Kal looked like he was made of gold, the grey institutional style clothing took nothing away from him, and when he leaned back against the ivory wall, his gold skin and black, black hair made a picture that took Lex's breath away. He felt a trembling clench in his stomach, and his throat was tight....
"Go back to your place," Lex ordered, confusion made his tone knife sharp, and Kal looked confused.
"But…I am your companion," he said in a reasonable tone, as if Lex might have forgotten and Lex snorted.
"You are a tool and tools stay outside. Where you were last night. Go on."
Kal hung his head and walked slowly out to the corner he'd spent the previous night in and Lex reminded himself sternly that this thing was just that, a clever construction, an amazing machine and no more. Not even if it's lip trembled. Which it didn't. He was positive about that.
Kal tried to talk to him the following day, and Lex didn't respond, and finally had to order Kal to be silent. It gave him space to concentrate on what was important. He'd decided that the next time the gate opened, he was going through it, come hell or high water.
He eyed Kal, and wondered…was there some way to convert this tool into a weapon?
Kal didn't go against orders—what Lex demanded, he did. He spent hours clearing the edges of Camp Luthor, dragging brush and rocks out of the way, collecting likely stones to construct a wall, his skin reknitting itself when he tore it grubbing out brush and vines. He tore finger nails loose pulling stones to stack where Lex wanted them. Lex ignored it; he told himself that Kal would have those fingernails restored before morning…ignored the tiny sounds of distress the construct made. It made sense—no doubt it was an expensive piece of equipment. It was just logical that it should try to keep from injuring itself, and the pain it felt was probably meant as a reminder not to do so…or maybe it was for…he shuddered, and felt something cold brush against his spine, heard the laughter of twisted, restless ghosts….
Eventually, Kal went to stand in his corner without Lex directing him to. He no longer bothered to try and make eye contact after Lex made it plain he didn't want that. He seemed smaller than when he'd first awakened, dimmer. Lex refused to see. He ignored him, took no notice that he seemed to shrink, that his ocean eyes grew murky, that the rare words Kal spoke rustled like dry leaves. He spent so much time not noticing these things that entire days went by in which Kal was the only thing on his mind. Kal wasting away under the tarp, his non-human humanness pressing down on Lex like…yes, like a punishment.
Night brought no rest. It seemed the evenings were darker, hotter and more unforgiving since Kal was forced into his life. Determined to ignore the cloud of bitter, confused feeling thinking about Kal brought, Lex wandered around the few small rooms, humming to himself. He unwrapped a happy memory like a precious jewel--he was remembering a time, a ballroom, with so many people, dressed in beautiful gowns, suits; the light had sparkled like diamonds against the black velvet darkness above them, glittering in a ceiling so high it was like the night sky. He closed his eyes and swept around the small floor, and imagined that night, and swooping around the marble dance floor, a beautiful person wrapped in his arms and feeling—powerful knowing he owned every single one of those beautiful people….
The people that had laughed behind their hands, or pretended shock and disgust, at his trial. Lex abruptly hit the ground.
"Empty…empty. All my pleasures were empty." He lay on his back, and sighed. Alone. He loosened that ties on the green pants, and slid a hand inside, and cupped his growing erection. Alone…always alone except for one brief shining moment, one point in time that only this way could he admit, it was the best time in his life….
Part six
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9/2/09 02:23 am (UTC)Okay, will read later. Working on PtR in the hopes of posting yet tonight. . .
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9/3/09 12:31 am (UTC)The little touches to Kal were wonderful, the sunlight converted into energy (like Clark! Hee!), the way he kept trying to get Lex to like him before giving up.
:( Bad Lex. Get a clue. (Don't worry, I'll come around. I always do with your stories.)
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9/3/09 03:19 am (UTC):)
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9/2/09 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/2/09 02:48 am (UTC)But only if you want to. :)
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9/2/09 03:05 am (UTC)Stupid Lex and his stupid paranoia and his stupid, bald face.
*pokes him*
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9/3/09 03:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/2/09 05:14 am (UTC)Poor Robot!Clark and Lex! They're both so miserable....
*snuggles Lex*
I hope he sees he's only hurting himself by hurting
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9/3/09 03:21 am (UTC)Kal!! Kal, not Clark!!! Rilly!
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9/3/09 04:49 am (UTC)Well, I hope you update again soon, but you've been updating at a pretty fast clip, so I shouldn't worry.
As for
ClarkKal, it is a bit worrisome that Lex shutting him out seems to be so negatively affecting him. I hope Lex wises up about that and thehot sexcuddling starts.(no subject)
9/2/09 05:29 am (UTC)On a side note... Can I have a hammer that looks and acts like Kal? ;D
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9/2/09 06:46 am (UTC)So sad.
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9/3/09 03:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/3/09 05:49 am (UTC)I'm curious what Clark is up to? I can't see Bruce being able to create Kal, that's if he did, without Clark's participation since he seems to have Clark's power. It's a little creepy and a little cruel. It's like Clark knew all along what Lex felt about him and he couldn't be bothered to come himself, instead he sends a replica of himself. Really with his powers he could of visited at least once.
Clark watch out. You are going to lose him to Kal.
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9/2/09 12:17 pm (UTC)Oof, that hurt. Because Kal may not be Clark or exactly human, but he definitely thinks and feels, and Lex is hurting both of them very badly with his current tactics. What else is new?
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9/3/09 03:26 am (UTC)You don't have to be alone it's like over and over, all through his life, he fails to realize that.
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9/2/09 10:16 pm (UTC):(
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9/3/09 03:27 am (UTC)I know, right?
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9/5/09 04:20 am (UTC)I'm sorry you didn't finish it for SVBB, but I'm sure liking it now!!
Much love,
the exclamation lady!!
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9/5/09 04:25 am (UTC)Thank you so much!! I'm hoping to get this finished by the end of September--*crosses fingers*
Exclamation points are like roses!!!!
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9/5/09 08:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/6/09 03:29 am (UTC)No, really, RL has been a frigging bitch lately, and the last part I thought I had ready, sucked so bad I couldn't post. But, soon, I'm hoping, very soon!
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10/19/09 03:40 pm (UTC)Lifting Kal, to his feet, he wondered just how that quick healing ability worked, if the material of the shirt and the skin over the metal was composed of…nanites perhaps? His fingers itched to dig into Kal, but he'd learned a lesson from dealing with the real one.
That's Lex. He can't fucking stop with the obsessive inquiry, even when he knows he should let it alone. I also liked the observation that the struct knew his faults.
This chapter makes me super envious. I could use a houseboy today. I am sick, and there are dishes in the sink. There's no soup left. :( I would kill for some dried pineapple, and there is no one to go get some for me. But at least there is your story.
btw, I have not watched SV since S5. Have not really read fic in years. Only for you, Roxy. Only for you.
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5/14/11 09:29 am (UTC)HAHA!!! Powered by sunlight. Love it :D
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12/17/12 09:28 pm (UTC)*g*