Exiled: coming into the homestretch...
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roxymore plotty kind of stuff...consider it practice for Smallville RFD, coming up next...all fic, all the time here folks!
Previous parts are milling about, smoking, drinking martinis and talking nasty about each other here
“I’m not happy about this. I’m going to the plant–I want to talk to this man myself.” Bruce stood shut the laptop and walked to a painting Clark knew was a wall-safe. He opened it and pulled a case out. Clark walked over, curious as to what Bruce had needed to have in the safe. He put the case on his desk, opened it and removed a gun.
Clark was shocked, he stared open-mouthed at it. “You have a gun?” he asked rather stupidly.
Bruce smirked at him, “Yes, Clark, I have a gun. I guess I neglected to tell you I have ...weapons. I didn’t anticipate needing them in Smallville–” Bruce moved towards the door and Clark stepped in front of him.
“I’m going too.” He walked forward waiting for Bruce to move and rebounded off of him. “Move Bruce, you’re in my way.” He tried to look firm and a little threatening. Bruce smiled and put his hand on Clark’s shoulder, pushed gently, frowned a bit and pushed harder “Clark. You’re staying here.”
“I want to go too. I want to make sure Lex is ok, I need to know. And you really can’t stop me, anyway.” Clark hated that he sounded just on the edge of a whine, damn it, he sounded like a kid. Bruce smoothed his hand over and off Clark’s shoulder.
“Yes. I can. But I won’t. You can come.” The matter decided as far as he was concerned, Bruce turned and made for the door, tucking the gun in his waist band.
Clark hated how much relief he felt at having permission to come with. It was just a courtesy towards Bruce of course, because he knew he would have gone even if Bruce hadn’t changed his mind and given permi—agreed that Clark should come. He was absolutely positive. Absolutely.
**********
Clark was still arguing with himself in the car, eyes straight ahead and brows creased and Bruce reached over and patted Clark’s knee, slid his hand up and let it rest on his thigh. Clark fought to keep down the little smile that wanted to creep out on his lips.
“I’m sorry,” Bruce said gently. “I know you came to tell me that this thing of ours has to end and I haven’t given you a chance to speak yet. I understand and agree. I don’t want to mess your life up any more than I have Clark…I’m stepping out; I’m leaving at the end of the summer. You and Lex, there’s a possibility of something good there.” He was quiet, and still for so long, that Clark thought he was finished and was about to speak when Bruce continued. “You and I, Clark, we’ll always have a connection. Nothing can break it.” Bruce glanced at Clark, “Whatever you do, where ever you go, you and I will have something that will last a lifetime. Mine. Yours.”
Clark shivered when he said that. He knew it was true. So what if what they had wasn’t love, he had the feeling it was stronger than that. He’d never be free of Bruce, and maybe that was the right term to use, and maybe it wasn’t. Bruce had a piece of his soul, for good or bad.
“Clark, Lex is…difficult. He tends to get into difficulty frequently. He’s having trouble moving past a not especially idyllic childhood.” Bruce laughed, short and soft and not amused. “It’s a full time job, watching out for him. Making it seem like you’re not. But,” He said, “It’s worth it” he glanced over at Clark. “But I guess you know that.”
Clark nodded; he knew it was hard for Bruce to do this, step aside after all these years. Emotion filled his heart, and he felt even closer to him.
“It was time, anyway. Eventually, we’d kill each other. Lex and I are like fire and gasoline together, part of what makes it so –exciting.”
The look on Bruce’s face made Clark wonder again how much truth there was in each one’s insistence they’d never had sex. There were different ways to have sex, he knew. He had a computer, after all.
Clark’s unhappy musing was interrupted by Bruce tapping his arm. He realized they were parked in a nearly empty lot; the only other cars in this side of the lot were an older model Volvo and Lex’s new Bentley Continental GT.
They made their way quickly through the unlocked glass doors, Bruce was worried, Clark could tell by his expression.
“We just went through the metal detectors and I didn’t set them off—there aren’t any guards, no cleaning crew, where the *hell* are they?”
Clark started to feel worried himself. Bruce was doing his equivalent of a full out screaming anxiety attack from any one else. Bruce stopped and swung around, gun out, looking…
Clark let his senses roam, went into X-ray mode and scanned the lobby. He looked through walls searching for skeletons, turned to the guard’s office—and found his skeletons.
“Bruce,” he rasped his throat gone dry—if the condition of those…skeletons meant what he thought—shit. Bruce took one look at his face and dropped into a defensive crouch—“Where?”
Clark pointed at the office, and said, “I think they’re all dead,” his voice rose at the end of his sentence and cracked and he didn’t even care. Bruce walked quickly to the door and flung it open.
“Fuck!” He nearly jumped back and Clark wanted to run. Shit! It was scaring Bruce, it had to be horrible…he dragged himself closer, he couldn’t let Bruce handle this on his own—he was supposed to have his back. He leaned around Bruce who too late tried to stop him seeing—stuff. For a moment it was as if there was a spotlight turned on the office-- it was all too bright and too clear, and each individual piece of flesh screamed out to him and the blood, and the smell—something—someone, had pulled the guards to bits. There were handprints all over.
Bruce’s eyes looked black, his pupils were blown and his lips pulled back over his teeth---he snarled, and Clark jumped and shivered, wasn’t sure what was scaring him more now. He closed his eyes and Bruce growled low in his throat and said one word.
“Lex.”
TBC, you betcha!
Previous parts are milling about, smoking, drinking martinis and talking nasty about each other here
“I’m not happy about this. I’m going to the plant–I want to talk to this man myself.” Bruce stood shut the laptop and walked to a painting Clark knew was a wall-safe. He opened it and pulled a case out. Clark walked over, curious as to what Bruce had needed to have in the safe. He put the case on his desk, opened it and removed a gun.
Clark was shocked, he stared open-mouthed at it. “You have a gun?” he asked rather stupidly.
Bruce smirked at him, “Yes, Clark, I have a gun. I guess I neglected to tell you I have ...weapons. I didn’t anticipate needing them in Smallville–” Bruce moved towards the door and Clark stepped in front of him.
“I’m going too.” He walked forward waiting for Bruce to move and rebounded off of him. “Move Bruce, you’re in my way.” He tried to look firm and a little threatening. Bruce smiled and put his hand on Clark’s shoulder, pushed gently, frowned a bit and pushed harder “Clark. You’re staying here.”
“I want to go too. I want to make sure Lex is ok, I need to know. And you really can’t stop me, anyway.” Clark hated that he sounded just on the edge of a whine, damn it, he sounded like a kid. Bruce smoothed his hand over and off Clark’s shoulder.
“Yes. I can. But I won’t. You can come.” The matter decided as far as he was concerned, Bruce turned and made for the door, tucking the gun in his waist band.
Clark hated how much relief he felt at having permission to come with. It was just a courtesy towards Bruce of course, because he knew he would have gone even if Bruce hadn’t changed his mind and given permi—agreed that Clark should come. He was absolutely positive. Absolutely.
**********
Clark was still arguing with himself in the car, eyes straight ahead and brows creased and Bruce reached over and patted Clark’s knee, slid his hand up and let it rest on his thigh. Clark fought to keep down the little smile that wanted to creep out on his lips.
“I’m sorry,” Bruce said gently. “I know you came to tell me that this thing of ours has to end and I haven’t given you a chance to speak yet. I understand and agree. I don’t want to mess your life up any more than I have Clark…I’m stepping out; I’m leaving at the end of the summer. You and Lex, there’s a possibility of something good there.” He was quiet, and still for so long, that Clark thought he was finished and was about to speak when Bruce continued. “You and I, Clark, we’ll always have a connection. Nothing can break it.” Bruce glanced at Clark, “Whatever you do, where ever you go, you and I will have something that will last a lifetime. Mine. Yours.”
Clark shivered when he said that. He knew it was true. So what if what they had wasn’t love, he had the feeling it was stronger than that. He’d never be free of Bruce, and maybe that was the right term to use, and maybe it wasn’t. Bruce had a piece of his soul, for good or bad.
“Clark, Lex is…difficult. He tends to get into difficulty frequently. He’s having trouble moving past a not especially idyllic childhood.” Bruce laughed, short and soft and not amused. “It’s a full time job, watching out for him. Making it seem like you’re not. But,” He said, “It’s worth it” he glanced over at Clark. “But I guess you know that.”
Clark nodded; he knew it was hard for Bruce to do this, step aside after all these years. Emotion filled his heart, and he felt even closer to him.
“It was time, anyway. Eventually, we’d kill each other. Lex and I are like fire and gasoline together, part of what makes it so –exciting.”
The look on Bruce’s face made Clark wonder again how much truth there was in each one’s insistence they’d never had sex. There were different ways to have sex, he knew. He had a computer, after all.
Clark’s unhappy musing was interrupted by Bruce tapping his arm. He realized they were parked in a nearly empty lot; the only other cars in this side of the lot were an older model Volvo and Lex’s new Bentley Continental GT.
They made their way quickly through the unlocked glass doors, Bruce was worried, Clark could tell by his expression.
“We just went through the metal detectors and I didn’t set them off—there aren’t any guards, no cleaning crew, where the *hell* are they?”
Clark started to feel worried himself. Bruce was doing his equivalent of a full out screaming anxiety attack from any one else. Bruce stopped and swung around, gun out, looking…
Clark let his senses roam, went into X-ray mode and scanned the lobby. He looked through walls searching for skeletons, turned to the guard’s office—and found his skeletons.
“Bruce,” he rasped his throat gone dry—if the condition of those…skeletons meant what he thought—shit. Bruce took one look at his face and dropped into a defensive crouch—“Where?”
Clark pointed at the office, and said, “I think they’re all dead,” his voice rose at the end of his sentence and cracked and he didn’t even care. Bruce walked quickly to the door and flung it open.
“Fuck!” He nearly jumped back and Clark wanted to run. Shit! It was scaring Bruce, it had to be horrible…he dragged himself closer, he couldn’t let Bruce handle this on his own—he was supposed to have his back. He leaned around Bruce who too late tried to stop him seeing—stuff. For a moment it was as if there was a spotlight turned on the office-- it was all too bright and too clear, and each individual piece of flesh screamed out to him and the blood, and the smell—something—someone, had pulled the guards to bits. There were handprints all over.
Bruce’s eyes looked black, his pupils were blown and his lips pulled back over his teeth---he snarled, and Clark jumped and shivered, wasn’t sure what was scaring him more now. He closed his eyes and Bruce growled low in his throat and said one word.
“Lex.”
TBC, you betcha!
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9/20/04 12:19 am (UTC)What's Smallville RFD?
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9/20/04 12:31 am (UTC)Smallville RFD? I'm poking fun at that fic I was discussing with you, with them in grade school? I may call it that or, Smallvile Babies or...Krypto Rats? Naw, that's just--creepy.
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9/20/04 05:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
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9/20/04 04:00 pm (UTC)*waves*
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9/20/04 06:41 pm (UTC)I'm also laughing at Bruce who is managing to sound like he's all kinds of adjusted to Clark when he's talking about leaving. Hah! We all know how totally screwed up you are, Bruce!! Don't think you can hide it for long! And, really, what's the use of being all fucked up over Lex if it doesn't let you do really nasty, sexy things? *pokes*
Excellent section, Roxy! Keep it comin'! I got to know what's going on! *G*
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9/20/04 09:53 pm (UTC)And soon, a new track!
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