Comments | clex_pass_story: Part 38

dianehc in clex_pass_story

Part 38

Mar 31, 2007 10:49

Later, when Martha had retired for the night and Lex was on the road back to Metropolis, Clark heard a rapping at his door and he followed the silent signals his host gave him to follow down the hall.

Once having entered a large library, Bruce turned and said, “I am satisfied with your status, as stated.”

Clark frowned a bit then said with some ( Read more... )

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1/5 (for good measure and to make up for recent neglect) :-) dianehc April 1 2007, 01:08:40 UTC

"Kent! ... Kent! Snap out of it!" Bruce tried to order, completely unprepared for the teen's erratic emotional swings. He'd never had this difficulty with Dick... even in the depths of grief over his family's murder. There had been mood swings certainly, but never this erratic. The boy seemed as if he was controlled by a thousand switches randomly flipping on and off: first panicked, then unnervingly calm, then clinging, then he locking himself away, then run away from his family, then he was back and angry, then terrified, then suspicious, then trusting, then intimidating, then childlike and awed, then suicidal ( ... )

2/5 sv_slashbunny April 1 2007, 18:34:02 UTC

Suddenly several things clicked into place in Bruce's mind. Clark was an alien. Clark came down in a meteor shower. The very meteor shower that was responsible for so many mutated humans. A meteor shower that took Lex's hair and asthma and seemed to have granted him some sort of immunity from common diseases coupled with rapid healing. A meteor shower that this cowering young man seemed to not only accept responsibility for, ridiculous considering his age upon arrival, but this... this was the underlying guilt that pushed him into believing he deserved whatever pain that he was dealt as punishment for his self perceived crimes ( ... )

3/5 dianehc April 2 2007, 00:56:08 UTC

"Clark." Lex responded in the most unemotional voice he could manage, even though he practically wanted to rip Bruce apart limb from limb. How dare he... How dare he think he could do his version of battlefield psychology on Clark without letting Lex, much less the Kents know what was going on. Simply because Clark had finally admitted that he was an alien did not mean that you could manhandle him as though he weren't fragile and had not been through the most excruciating of circumstances only a week before ( ... )

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4/5 sv_slashbunny April 2 2007, 08:46:22 UTC

"Not recently... At least not in the past two years." Lex waited with a gentle smile as Clark look up at him in awe ( ... )

Re: 4/5 enderwiggin24 April 6 2007, 21:54:35 UTC

I am not even sure if I am allow to comment, but I must say, I am absolutely delighted that I totally did not miss both, yours and diane's updates on this!!!!!!!

you had me here in tears for all the pain that you have been constantly putting clark trough.

I am glad, you both are unwavering feeling the muse for this WIP!

Re: 4/5 dianehc April 24 2007, 17:41:52 UTC

Thank you so much. I wish I'd checked my email before this. Still catching up on things, but beginning to wonder if catching up is even possible now. (Don't answer that. :-D

5/5 dianehc April 2 2007, 15:02:53 UTC

"Let me tell you a story, Clark..." Lex paused as Clark leaned into his shoulder, laying a cheek against his chest when Lex pulled the arm around the teen's broad shoulders into a closer circle - a hug really - then began again: Once upon a time ( ... )