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roxyPlease forgive any glaring boo-boos as my muse is not available and--and ---*WAAAAAAA*
Go on, talk amongst yourselves...here's a topic.Exiled, previous parts, discuss.
He was heading out to the main road when Bruce’s car pulled up. He lowered the window and leaned towards him. “Clark. I was coming to see you.”
Clark leaned over into the open window and Bruce reached out and stroked his hand. Clark automatic reaction to a touch by Bruce was to smile, and Bruce smiled back.
“Yeah? I was coming to see you—guys. The both of you. Tonight. To talk. To you.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow and waited for the little torrent of words to ebb, and smiled again at Clark.
“All right, Clark. How about I drive you, and you explain to me, or both of us guys, what’s up.”
Clark slid into the car, and as he was buckling up, caught the sardonic little smile that Bruce got when he thought he was being especially amusing and it made him grin. Maybe this would go better than he thought. It really wasn’t like Bruce was in love with him—
“Clark,” Bruce interrupted his thoughts. “Have you spoken to Lex about the two missing men at the plant?” At Clark’s negative headshake he went on. “ Did you know a few people in town were missing also?” Clark shrugged and looked politely interested.
“Yes, well-- that was about as excited as everyone else I asked about this matter got. They report the disappearance to the police and just let it go—and the police do the minimum in handling it. Nothing goes beyond the borders of this place. This is a very...strange town. People here-- if it doesn’t fit into the average mindset, they gloss over it. As though it couldn’t happen, therefore it didn’t happen. like it didn’t happen—No one’s looking for those people—but they have a logical reason for the disappearances. I’d find them to be logical too, but this is a small town, and statistically it doesn’t make sense.”
Clark listened to Bruce talk, knowing he was just thinking aloud and didn’t require an answer. If he only knew just how strange this town was, he thought. He wouldn’t believe it.
“The thing that bothers me and should bother the police, is that they disappeared with out taking anything—the lockers at work were full, purses left at home, wallets…if they left, they left with no ID and no money.” Bruce trailed off as he continued to think and Clark let his mind drift and thought of Lex and what he was doing—and who with. He resolved to definitely go to the plant, with or with out Bruce.
***********
Clark watched movies while Bruce obsessed over his mystery. He had no idea what was driving him about these disappearances; the man was like a pit bull with a tasty bone. Clark shivered slightly and was thankful that Bruce had never trained his eye on him and the tiny little odd things that happened around Clark. Like the cracked dashboard in Bruce’s car, or the suddenly exploding Ty-Nant bottles in Lex’s study, which wasn’t his fault, it was Lex’s, smirking into the phone and acting like he wasn’t talking about sex with* Ben*… He looked over at Bruce, who was filling an armchair. His long legs were stretched out with a laptop balanced on them, and he was scowling. A bit more than usual, Clark thought. He was about to ask, when Bruce cursed softly.
“Come here, Clark.” Clark rose and came over to Bruce and, looked at the screen when Bruce waved at it. “Who is that?” he asked him.
“I don’t know,” Clark told him in puzzlement. What the heck did he mean? On the screen was a man Clark had never seen before, but the name was familiar, Ben Johns. And it wasn’t the man they both had seen many time before.
“I thought I’d look up new employees, the ones not from this area,” Bruce said and blushed faintly under Clarks steady look.
Uhm-hmm Clark thought, Not that you’re jealous or anything… he looked back at the screen.
“That’s a picture of Johns taken for this article about his design for that system he’s got Lex all wrapped up in. It was taken last year.”
Clark didn’t miss the edge in Bruce’s voice.
“Something happened here, how was that guy able to take Johns' place, get hired here *as* Johns?” Bruce clicked on the screen and got another picture of Johns, a group photo in a lab. He was about to click on when he stopped, eyes narrowed.
“ Clark, that guy in the background? Does he look--”
“It’s him!” Clark burst out.
“Right. What the fuck?”
wtf indeed. tbc....
Go on, talk amongst yourselves...here's a topic.Exiled, previous parts, discuss.
He was heading out to the main road when Bruce’s car pulled up. He lowered the window and leaned towards him. “Clark. I was coming to see you.”
Clark leaned over into the open window and Bruce reached out and stroked his hand. Clark automatic reaction to a touch by Bruce was to smile, and Bruce smiled back.
“Yeah? I was coming to see you—guys. The both of you. Tonight. To talk. To you.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow and waited for the little torrent of words to ebb, and smiled again at Clark.
“All right, Clark. How about I drive you, and you explain to me, or both of us guys, what’s up.”
Clark slid into the car, and as he was buckling up, caught the sardonic little smile that Bruce got when he thought he was being especially amusing and it made him grin. Maybe this would go better than he thought. It really wasn’t like Bruce was in love with him—
“Clark,” Bruce interrupted his thoughts. “Have you spoken to Lex about the two missing men at the plant?” At Clark’s negative headshake he went on. “ Did you know a few people in town were missing also?” Clark shrugged and looked politely interested.
“Yes, well-- that was about as excited as everyone else I asked about this matter got. They report the disappearance to the police and just let it go—and the police do the minimum in handling it. Nothing goes beyond the borders of this place. This is a very...strange town. People here-- if it doesn’t fit into the average mindset, they gloss over it. As though it couldn’t happen, therefore it didn’t happen. like it didn’t happen—No one’s looking for those people—but they have a logical reason for the disappearances. I’d find them to be logical too, but this is a small town, and statistically it doesn’t make sense.”
Clark listened to Bruce talk, knowing he was just thinking aloud and didn’t require an answer. If he only knew just how strange this town was, he thought. He wouldn’t believe it.
“The thing that bothers me and should bother the police, is that they disappeared with out taking anything—the lockers at work were full, purses left at home, wallets…if they left, they left with no ID and no money.” Bruce trailed off as he continued to think and Clark let his mind drift and thought of Lex and what he was doing—and who with. He resolved to definitely go to the plant, with or with out Bruce.
***********
Clark watched movies while Bruce obsessed over his mystery. He had no idea what was driving him about these disappearances; the man was like a pit bull with a tasty bone. Clark shivered slightly and was thankful that Bruce had never trained his eye on him and the tiny little odd things that happened around Clark. Like the cracked dashboard in Bruce’s car, or the suddenly exploding Ty-Nant bottles in Lex’s study, which wasn’t his fault, it was Lex’s, smirking into the phone and acting like he wasn’t talking about sex with* Ben*… He looked over at Bruce, who was filling an armchair. His long legs were stretched out with a laptop balanced on them, and he was scowling. A bit more than usual, Clark thought. He was about to ask, when Bruce cursed softly.
“Come here, Clark.” Clark rose and came over to Bruce and, looked at the screen when Bruce waved at it. “Who is that?” he asked him.
“I don’t know,” Clark told him in puzzlement. What the heck did he mean? On the screen was a man Clark had never seen before, but the name was familiar, Ben Johns. And it wasn’t the man they both had seen many time before.
“I thought I’d look up new employees, the ones not from this area,” Bruce said and blushed faintly under Clarks steady look.
Uhm-hmm Clark thought, Not that you’re jealous or anything… he looked back at the screen.
“That’s a picture of Johns taken for this article about his design for that system he’s got Lex all wrapped up in. It was taken last year.”
Clark didn’t miss the edge in Bruce’s voice.
“Something happened here, how was that guy able to take Johns' place, get hired here *as* Johns?” Bruce clicked on the screen and got another picture of Johns, a group photo in a lab. He was about to click on when he stopped, eyes narrowed.
“ Clark, that guy in the background? Does he look--”
“It’s him!” Clark burst out.
“Right. What the fuck?”
wtf indeed. tbc....
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9/16/04 08:54 am (UTC)More! More!
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9/16/04 09:37 am (UTC)hee-hee! *rubs tiny T-rex paws together in evol glee* I have you now, my pretty!
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9/16/04 12:28 pm (UTC)Big mystery, and clearng the way for Lex to get out of having sex with an employe!
He's really a SPY!!
Whoot!
:)
*bounce*
And Ms. Thang, i'm right there with you on the menopause thing - why can't there be a pill?? I want it NOW.
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9/16/04 12:57 pm (UTC)At least I have you to whine all over! *schmooch*
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9/16/04 01:13 pm (UTC)I dunno - my mum said the hot flashes weren't so bad...
Whine over me all you like!
It's all good.
:)
*hugs*
I think my icon sums up my attitude towards 'girly' things in general...
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9/16/04 04:24 pm (UTC)Exiled
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11/14/08 04:21 am (UTC)LOL!!
Yes, exactly!! Bruce and Clark SMASH!! *G*
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