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roxyAck. D-Day. Here's some more Exiled--it's a little rough, but I hope you like it.
The previous parts are here crying into their cotton hankies.
Toby was in Smallville in a matter of a few hours, the helicopter Bruce ordered for him delivered him to the pad at the back of the castle, and Clark ran out to gather him.
A longhaired guy clutching a doctor’s bag and a small duffel bag turned towards him, shouted over the noise and wind of the blades, “Clark?”
“Yeah, Bruce wants you to come up through the kitchen.” The man nodded and followed Clark without a word, obviously used to following Bruce’s commands. He went up wordlessly in the elevator with Clark, relaxed enough to check him out from head to toe and smirk in a way that annoyed Clark a lot. Still he remained silent and walked briskly in the direction Clark pointed out; Clark followed behind him and took in the man, long gray hair, beads, earrings --Some old hippie type, Clark thought, some guy who never got over the seventies, and he snorted softly to himself.
Toby knocked on the door that Clark pointed him to, and Bruce opened it.
“So.” Toby jerked his thumb back at Clark. “Is stud there the reason I’m here—shi-it…” his voice failed him when he took in the sight of Lex on the bed, and the look of fury on Bruce’s face. He jerked his head around to scowl at Clark, and Clark was gaping at him in horror, what Toby was inferring dawning on him.
Toby was already moving to Lex’s side and cursing. “Ok, so pretty boy didn’t do this, obviously, or he’d be dead now. Fuck man, what happened to him—I’ve never seen…” He bent over Lex and gently rolled his head to one side, taking care not to irritate the abraded and raw skin.
“Hmmm. Looks like he’s starting to heal already, good thing the wounds look pretty clean,” he mused, more to himself than the anxious on-lookers. “Be nasty if I had to scrub stuff out of those abrasions.”
He reached down for his bag and looked at Bruce. “Unless you guys really feel like staying, you can go. I’m going to clean him up and give him a shot. Vitamins,” he explained at a look from Bruce, “and something to keep him out for a while. He needs it to heal from this. Good thing he’s got those…peculiarities, he should be ok soon. He’s going to be itching like crazy when the skin starts to knit, though. I ‘member this one time he dropped a roach into his lap, you know, linen burns pretty fast, ‘specially when it’s soaked in booze, and geez, we were practically bathing in the stuff, heh, anyway--” Bruce stopped Toby’s meandering recollection with a look and a tight hold on his arm.
“Just make sure he’s going to be ok.”
Toby sniffed. “Don’t I always?”
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Clark stood in the hallway looking at Bruce. “Do I even want to know why that …doctor would assume I did that to Lex?”
Bruce grimaced and shook his head, “No, you really don’t.” He started to walk away and Clark said with deep conviction, “Well, whatever it was, it’ll never ever happen again.” Bruce stopped, stood facing away from Clark for a minute, and turned. “No, I guess it won’t. Come here.”
Clark immediately took a step toward Bruce before hesitating and cursed under his breath. He was never going to stop doing that either, was he. Damn. Bruce smiled at him, held out a hand and put it on Clark’s shoulder when he came near. “Let’s talk, Clark.” He steered him gently towards Lex’s study.
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Clark sat in the chair facing Lex’s desk, Bruce took up position behind it, and asked Clark, “Would you like to explain to me what happened tonight? What you did, Clark, how was that possible …”
Clark leaned forward and dropped his head into his hands, held it for a minute and then scrubbed his hands viciously over his face, his hair. “ Ok—ok. It’s like this—ah—I’m not what I seem to be. I’m not exactly a….” he stopped and gave Bruce a pleading look. Bruce looked back patiently, not speaking until Clark blew a breath out and tried again. “I’m not human,” and his voice broke on human. “I’m an alien, from another world type of alien –not you know, another country…that was supposed to be funny,” he sighed.
Bruce sat quietly and outwardly calm—while his mind streaked through a thousand thoughts and responses. Was Lex safe, was it ok to leave him with Clark, was Clark going to harm anyone, damn, he’d just spent the whole summer fucking an alien—Bruce struggled to gain control over himself. He swiped a hand across his face and looked over at Clark, his face creased in worry ---he looked up at the ceiling and tried to make some sense out of the jumble of thoughts in his head. What could he say to this kid now, that wouldn’t sound like he was losing it –which of course he was…
Clark was getting agitated at his long silence, Bruce could see how dark his green eyes were getting and a flash of memory, of Clark’s irises glowing red, of the almost feral look he’d had made him shudder a little and not entirely from fear, he was shocked to realize, thank god it was discreet enough that Clark missed it.
“Clark. Give me a chance to process this. It’s a huge chunk of strangeness that you’re asking me to swallow here.”
Bruce pushed papers about and rearranged Lex’s pens and moved the phone from one corner of the desk to the other. Clark watched all the movement with nervousness. He knew Bruce was having a major meltdown. Bruce didn’t indulge in a lot of unnecessary movement and this flailing about was doing nothing to sooth Clark’s doubts over having done the right thing. His parents were going to have massive coronaries when he told them and who knew what they were going to do to him—but he was pretty sure the carefree days of summer were definitely over.
Maybe he didn’t have to tell them.
He was aware suddenly that Bruce was staring at him thoughtfully, a little more in control than he had been. He smiled tentatively at Bruce and he smiled back. Clark felt a wave of relief sweep over him—ok he’s smiling, that means he’s dealing, and that means he’ll be ok with me and Lex—because Clark had no doubt that if Bruce considered him to be a threat to Lex, he wouldn’t rest until he found a way to destroy him. He knew Bruce—maybe better then Lex—Bruce and he were more alike then he’d ever realized. The look they’d shared in Lex’s office, Bruce’s eyes, they’d shone like a tigers when he took that –thing apart. And he kind of liked that look.
TBC--*sniff*
The previous parts are here crying into their cotton hankies.
Toby was in Smallville in a matter of a few hours, the helicopter Bruce ordered for him delivered him to the pad at the back of the castle, and Clark ran out to gather him.
A longhaired guy clutching a doctor’s bag and a small duffel bag turned towards him, shouted over the noise and wind of the blades, “Clark?”
“Yeah, Bruce wants you to come up through the kitchen.” The man nodded and followed Clark without a word, obviously used to following Bruce’s commands. He went up wordlessly in the elevator with Clark, relaxed enough to check him out from head to toe and smirk in a way that annoyed Clark a lot. Still he remained silent and walked briskly in the direction Clark pointed out; Clark followed behind him and took in the man, long gray hair, beads, earrings --Some old hippie type, Clark thought, some guy who never got over the seventies, and he snorted softly to himself.
Toby knocked on the door that Clark pointed him to, and Bruce opened it.
“So.” Toby jerked his thumb back at Clark. “Is stud there the reason I’m here—shi-it…” his voice failed him when he took in the sight of Lex on the bed, and the look of fury on Bruce’s face. He jerked his head around to scowl at Clark, and Clark was gaping at him in horror, what Toby was inferring dawning on him.
Toby was already moving to Lex’s side and cursing. “Ok, so pretty boy didn’t do this, obviously, or he’d be dead now. Fuck man, what happened to him—I’ve never seen…” He bent over Lex and gently rolled his head to one side, taking care not to irritate the abraded and raw skin.
“Hmmm. Looks like he’s starting to heal already, good thing the wounds look pretty clean,” he mused, more to himself than the anxious on-lookers. “Be nasty if I had to scrub stuff out of those abrasions.”
He reached down for his bag and looked at Bruce. “Unless you guys really feel like staying, you can go. I’m going to clean him up and give him a shot. Vitamins,” he explained at a look from Bruce, “and something to keep him out for a while. He needs it to heal from this. Good thing he’s got those…peculiarities, he should be ok soon. He’s going to be itching like crazy when the skin starts to knit, though. I ‘member this one time he dropped a roach into his lap, you know, linen burns pretty fast, ‘specially when it’s soaked in booze, and geez, we were practically bathing in the stuff, heh, anyway--” Bruce stopped Toby’s meandering recollection with a look and a tight hold on his arm.
“Just make sure he’s going to be ok.”
Toby sniffed. “Don’t I always?”
************
Clark stood in the hallway looking at Bruce. “Do I even want to know why that …doctor would assume I did that to Lex?”
Bruce grimaced and shook his head, “No, you really don’t.” He started to walk away and Clark said with deep conviction, “Well, whatever it was, it’ll never ever happen again.” Bruce stopped, stood facing away from Clark for a minute, and turned. “No, I guess it won’t. Come here.”
Clark immediately took a step toward Bruce before hesitating and cursed under his breath. He was never going to stop doing that either, was he. Damn. Bruce smiled at him, held out a hand and put it on Clark’s shoulder when he came near. “Let’s talk, Clark.” He steered him gently towards Lex’s study.
************
Clark sat in the chair facing Lex’s desk, Bruce took up position behind it, and asked Clark, “Would you like to explain to me what happened tonight? What you did, Clark, how was that possible …”
Clark leaned forward and dropped his head into his hands, held it for a minute and then scrubbed his hands viciously over his face, his hair. “ Ok—ok. It’s like this—ah—I’m not what I seem to be. I’m not exactly a….” he stopped and gave Bruce a pleading look. Bruce looked back patiently, not speaking until Clark blew a breath out and tried again. “I’m not human,” and his voice broke on human. “I’m an alien, from another world type of alien –not you know, another country…that was supposed to be funny,” he sighed.
Bruce sat quietly and outwardly calm—while his mind streaked through a thousand thoughts and responses. Was Lex safe, was it ok to leave him with Clark, was Clark going to harm anyone, damn, he’d just spent the whole summer fucking an alien—Bruce struggled to gain control over himself. He swiped a hand across his face and looked over at Clark, his face creased in worry ---he looked up at the ceiling and tried to make some sense out of the jumble of thoughts in his head. What could he say to this kid now, that wouldn’t sound like he was losing it –which of course he was…
Clark was getting agitated at his long silence, Bruce could see how dark his green eyes were getting and a flash of memory, of Clark’s irises glowing red, of the almost feral look he’d had made him shudder a little and not entirely from fear, he was shocked to realize, thank god it was discreet enough that Clark missed it.
“Clark. Give me a chance to process this. It’s a huge chunk of strangeness that you’re asking me to swallow here.”
Bruce pushed papers about and rearranged Lex’s pens and moved the phone from one corner of the desk to the other. Clark watched all the movement with nervousness. He knew Bruce was having a major meltdown. Bruce didn’t indulge in a lot of unnecessary movement and this flailing about was doing nothing to sooth Clark’s doubts over having done the right thing. His parents were going to have massive coronaries when he told them and who knew what they were going to do to him—but he was pretty sure the carefree days of summer were definitely over.
Maybe he didn’t have to tell them.
He was aware suddenly that Bruce was staring at him thoughtfully, a little more in control than he had been. He smiled tentatively at Bruce and he smiled back. Clark felt a wave of relief sweep over him—ok he’s smiling, that means he’s dealing, and that means he’ll be ok with me and Lex—because Clark had no doubt that if Bruce considered him to be a threat to Lex, he wouldn’t rest until he found a way to destroy him. He knew Bruce—maybe better then Lex—Bruce and he were more alike then he’d ever realized. The look they’d shared in Lex’s office, Bruce’s eyes, they’d shone like a tigers when he took that –thing apart. And he kind of liked that look.
TBC--*sniff*
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9/26/04 05:35 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/dovil/46916.html?style=mine#cutid1
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9/26/04 10:14 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! you knew just what I needed! Funniest Spander ever!
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9/26/04 06:34 pm (UTC)Also, I am one messed up puppy to find your continued hints of Bruce and Clark's attraction to Clark's dangerous side totally hot! And I'm sure you can guess my feelings on the way you taunt me with Lex's slutty past!! *eg* In fact, I may have to go back and reread Lex's brief trip to Metropolis!! (Guh!)
Now Lex just needs to get well so Clark can prove Toby's assumptions about him and Lex right! *G* Good stuff, Maynard! Keep it up!
ps. *snugs* on missing your baby. :(
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9/26/04 10:18 pm (UTC)Thank you, someone sent me a lovely little gift that helped ease my heart!*huggles*
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9/26/04 07:29 pm (UTC)Heh, i like the 'flailing' - neat!
The 'Talk'!
*bounce*
*pets Lex*
Poor thing.
Is faster healing for Lex canon?
*is clueless*
Ohh, like this!!!
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9/26/04 10:19 pm (UTC)thank you!
Yes!
*bounce too*
*strokes Lex*
Yes.:(
yes!
*no prob!*
Thank you again! *hug*
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9/26/04 11:06 pm (UTC)You is funny, Ms. Thang.
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9/26/04 10:20 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
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9/27/04 03:20 am (UTC)Jeebus. What a tart I am...
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9/27/04 02:57 am (UTC)Damn. That makes me sound like my dad.
*gouges new pair of eyes out*
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9/27/04 03:23 am (UTC)*whacks whippersnappers with her cane*
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9/29/04 03:08 am (UTC)Why didn't I have you friended before now? *smacks self*
I really love this fic, the relationships are fantastic.
Sorry I can't leave more coherent feedback, but now I've read all this I'm running late.
Hi, by the way!
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