Feedback: p-p-p-LEEEEEEZE!! * gets down on knees and BEGS * I'm only a fledgling writer. If you want me to continue ill need some encouragement, suggestions, ridicule. ANYTHING
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: ummm like less than PG right now but I
may have to move it up to R at the least for the next chappie . . . clean and innocent
is just so *haaarrrrrdd*
Status: complete
Disclaimer: there all mine . .yup . .yummy Lexipie belongs to me so hands off. * Glances nervously at the legions of lawyers descending apon her house . . EEEK I take it all bak . . there WB's promise! I may play around with them a little but I swear I'll return them all clean and pretty . . * Innocent Eyes* pwomise . ..
Warnings: *slash* male/male sex and relationships if that aint ur cup of tea then its time to say bye bye *waves*
Summary: Clark finds out a few other interesting facts about our dear old Lexypie. Accordingly he plans a privet get together for just the two of them. =P just read, it will all make sense in time. Slashy goodness ensues as well as well as some fluffy romance. =)
A/N: This is just a short one, two chappies probably. Every one who likes Lex slash go 2 www.lexslash.com IT RULZ BEYOND BELIEF! Ahhhh slashy goodness
A/N2: BTW I'm looking for metaphors for Gay or Bi. If any one has some good ones please leave them in the reviews for this story, thanx muchly.
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~ Keeper of My Heart ~
Clark walked down the crowded hallways, automatically dodging students as they hurried past, thinking their own secret thoughts, living their own secret lives.
As he observed them, Clark permitted himself a silent, mocking laugh. None of them could compare to him. He had the kind of secrets people only read about in cheesy, two-bit tabloids with headlines like "Woman in Colorado Gives Birth to Two-Headed Kitten".
He was faster than a speeding bullet, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, a super-powered alien from another galaxy who lived in a small town full of corn, meteor mutants and not much else and was madly and deeply in love with a cynical billionaire's son from the big city.
*And* he still had to deal with overactive teenage hormones, school, chores, and the fact that said cynical billionaire's son was his best and almost certainly straight-as-they-come friend.
Clark continued down the rapidly emptying hallway (it was home time and within 10 minutes of final bell, this place would be deserted) to meet Chloe at the Torch.
He still wasn't quite sure *why* he was meeting Chloe after school at the Torch, when he could be spending some hard earned time with his bestest-buddy-ol'-pal (he had to keep thinking of Lex like that and not in the numerous other ways he would rather picture him or he would never get to Chloe's office) and quite honestly *should* be home doing his chores.
But it had something (well ok everything) to do with the note he had found in his locker at lunch time, just a few short lines quickly scribbled onto a piece of paper and stuffed through the side it read:
Clark,
I know you didn't want me to, but I've been looking into the background of a certain mysterious Mr. Luthor. I just might have found something you would be interested in. Meet me in my office after school if you want to know more,
Your intrepid reporter, and loyal friend
C.S
Understandably, Clark had been exited. What could it mean? What had she found out? Why would it interest him? And then the cold wave of fear had hit him. It wasn't for himself that he was so terrified. No, Chloe had said she had found something out about Lex. His beautiful, proud, newly rehabilitated Lex.
Clark was no fool. He knew that Lex had a lot of skeletons in his closet, an awful lot of deep dark secrets, but he also knew that that was the old Lex. His best friend was a new man, trying his best to travel the straight and narrow, and Clark was there right along side him, there whenever Lex needed him, to stop him from wavering.
Clark had quickly deteriorated into a state of out right panic; he had barely made it through the afternoon's classes. He kept thinking to himself that he had to keep Chloe quiet, keep whatever she had found out between the two of them. If Lex's whole sordid past got out, it would ruin him; all the good he had done so far and would do in the future would go down the drain.
Clark recognized that Smallville was essentially a small town full of small-minded people. If they happened to receive details of all the dark things in his beloved's past, they would ignore, mistrust and fear Lex even more than they did now, which would probably destroy any chances of him being able to make the plant work efficiently, which would ultimately result in Lex going back to Metropolis to once again work under the influence of his father. And that was certainly not something Clark wanted.
At this point Clark had to take a mental breath, calm down and focus. Chloe had not said she had found out *bad* things about Lex, just interesting things. That might mean good things, good Lex related things for Clark, which were always his favourite kind of things.
Keeping that hopeful thought in his mind had gotten him this far. He was standing outside the Torch, hand raised to knock when it suddenly opened in his face. To all appearances it looked as if he jumped back to avoid getting smacked in the head with the edge of the door but really he did it to avoid smashing the *door* into matchsticks, which is what would happen if the flimsy wooden door happened to hit his stronger-than-steel head at high speeds.
When he looked up again he was faced with the sparkling eyes and amused expression of his best gal-pal. Sometimes that quirky smile really annoyed him, especially when it came right after a near public-humiliation-resulting-in-alienation-and-mad-scientists-with-pointy-probes moment.
"Clark, Hey! Just the person I was looking for! Come in come in!" and before he could protest he was being yanked by his collar, through the door into Chloe's dingy shoebox office.
Chloe slammed the door and turned to face him; her back against the solid wooden panels and a look of anticipation clearly stamped across her perky features.
"So you got my note huh? Good, I was hoping you would come." Purred Chloe in an amused and slightly evil-villainess-esk (always politically correct, that's our Clark) way that reminded him strangely of Lex.
"Chloe, please, I don't know what information you have but you have to keep it to yourself. If anyone finds out it could ruin him and he might have to go back to Metropolis. I just couldn't handle that Chloe, I love him. Your one of my best friends, you have to understand. Please." Clark had to stop here because he was dangerously out of breath and close to tears. He didn't even realize what he had said until he saw Chloe staring at him from across the room. Oh, no.
Chloe took in the panicked expression on Clark's face and shocked realization shone in her eyes. "Oh, Clark. Why didn't you tell me? I mean I had some idea but . . . Oh, god Clark don't worry it's nothing bad and besides I wouldn't tell anyone anyway I know it would hurt you and that's the last thing I would want to do."
Chloe paused and a meltingly warm look spread across her face "I thought you liked him Clark, I had no idea you knew it too! That's why I looked him up for you and well I found something u might just be interested in . ." she finished with a cheeky smile.
Because he had been reassured, Clark somehow managed to regain his power of speech. "Chloe what do you mean? What is it??? Tell me girl tell me?? Ok, so Clark was *really* exited now and only just managed to stop himself from shaking the information out of her.
"Clark, Lex bats for the other team, he sits on the other side of the fence, and he may be trying to travel the straight and narrow but he's reputed to be into the more thick and hard . . .Lex is gay Clark."
Clark could only stand there blinking stupidly, his eyes as wide as and owls and he could have sworn he actually felt his jaw hit the ground.
"Chloe . . I . . how . . what . . arghhh?!?!"
"Shhhh, Clark, just believe me . .oh and one more thing . . . Lex has a special day coming up this month. It's his birthday and no one knows, Clark. I was thinking . . ", with a sly wink and an even cheekier smile she concluded, " . .that you might have a little surprise in store for him"
Clark was shocked, and a little intrigued, he wondered how long his friend had known all these things but he didn't really care any more. As clichéd as it was, his heart was light, his soul soared and he felt like he was floating above the clouds. That is not necessarily a good thing for an alien with the most disturbing tendency to float five feet from the floor whenever he dreamed or thought about happiness with his beloved sexy-lexypie.
Clark managed to control himself before he had to explain another of his little secrets to the reporter, as a wonderful, spectacular idea had just occurred to him.
"Chloe . . . I have an idea . . but if this is going to work ill need your help . . ." and what could she do but agree for Chloe had never seen that special kind of shinning joy that seemed be emanating from Clark, he deserved a little happiness and if Chloe could give him that, then she would, no matter what it took.
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2 pizzas, 4 trashcans full of crumpled paper and rejected ideas, 3 hours and one brilliantly planned romantic gesture later, Chloe sat alone in her office lamenting the sad facts of life.
"Why are the best ones always gay?"
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Thankyou and stay tuned for the next exiting edition of . . . Keeper of My Heart