Title: Hurt and Alone Part 2 –After—
Author: Ras
Category: Hurt/comfort, mildly slashy, post-ep
Summary: A short follow-up to Hurt and Alone 1. Lex wakes Clark up.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of these characters. No infringement is intended.
Lex didn't want to wake Clark up. Sure, he knew that it was important, but . . . Clark was so adorable snuggled up in his lap. Clark was lying on his side with his face smothered in Lex's thighs and his knees curled tightly into his body. Clark shivered slightly prompting Lex to cover him better with the blankets. But, the cutest part was the way Clark's arm was holding onto Lex's knees, as if he were reassuring himself that Lex was still there.
What Lex wanted to do was cuddle Clark all night long. It was obvious that Clark was sleep deprived, scared, hurt, and lonely. He needed Lex. "Don't worry, Clark," Lex whispered, "I'm here to protect you." He petted Clark's hair a little and caressed his shoulders. "I won't let you hurt like this anymore." Lex could do that; he could protect him. It wouldn't be difficult to get Whitney out of the way for Clark. Nor would it be difficult to get Lana and Clark together. Clark wanted Lana, so Lana he would have. Of course, that wasn't exactly what Lex wanted. Lex wasn't used to not getting exactly what he wanted, but he wanted Clark to get exactly what he wanted. Besides, what Lex really wanted was to rip Clark's clothes off and . . . and that would be . . . illegal.
Yeah, he really should wake Clark up. He needed to wake Clark up to assess his mental status; he had to make sure that Clark's concussion wasn't getting worse. And, he had promised Clark that he would wake him up after a few hours. Of course, he hadn't completely defined "a few." A couple more minutes of holding him wouldn't really matter.
As if on cue, Clark began stirring, tossing from a nightmare. A soft whimper escaped his throat before Clark awoke violently, gasping for breath. After a moment, Clark bolted upright, out of the comfort of Lex.
"Are you okay, Clark?" Lex questioned. Clark nodded, still reaching for air. "I need you to talk so that I can tell if you're truly all right, Clark."
"I'm fine," Clark whispered between breaths.
Those words again. Lex had hoped that they could drop the façade now, but he couldn't really blame Clark for falling back to his protective behavior. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay," Clark whispered. After a look from Lex, he knew he had to expand on that. "My head feels better, but . . . my back still aches."
"Yeah," Lex smiled. "That probably won't get better for a few weeks."
"You sound like someone that knows."
"Yeah," Lex laughed.
Clark didn't want to ask what kind of sports injury made Lex an expert on bruises. "I should go," Clark said.
It was clear that Clark was embarrassed about having cried in front of Lex. He had his arms wrapped around himself protectively, and his cheeks were just the slightest bit red.
"You can spend the night if you want." Lex already knew the answer to that question before he asked it, but he needed to put it out there anyway.
"No, my parents . . ." Clark didn't really need to finish the thought. It was understood. He swallowed hard, trying to work up the courage to say something. "Lex, I'm . . . I'm sorry about, before . . ."
"Sorry? Why?"
"For losing it like that. I didn't mean to break down on you."
"It's okay, Clark. I'm glad that you trust me enough for that."
"You . . . you wouldn't tell anyone . . . about any of this, would you? My parents, or Lana?
"Of course not, Clark," Lex reassured. "Another secret just for us." He felt the need to relieve Clark's tension. "Come on, I'll drive you home."
"No, Dad will kill me if I don't bring the truck home."
"Clark, you can't drive in your condition. What if you have a dizzy spell while you are driving? You nearly passed out on the stairs." Lex knew Clark was concerned now, but still unwilling to leave the truck behind. "I'll have a servant drive your truck behind us. You're father will never know."
It had been a long, quite drive. Clark still felt awkward about letting Lex see how raw his pain was on the inside. He didn't want Lex thinking that he was a wuss. However, he really had needed that . . . to let it out, to let someone see his hurting, but still care about him. And, Lex had treated him just the way he would have wanted. It had felt so good to have Lex's arms around him.
They were at his house. It was time to say goodbye. "Lex," Clark spoke for the first time since they'd left the mansion.
"Yes, Clark?"
"Thank you . . . for being there. It meant a lot to me." Clark unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the porche in silence.
"Clark," Lex called after him. "I'll always be there for you."
--Soon to come-- Hurt and Alone Part 3. It's Lex's turn to be hurting and lonely. I'm sure you can imagine who might help him with that. A post- Jitters fic. Can we say concussion?
Author: Ras
Category: Hurt/comfort, mildly slashy, post-ep
Summary: A short follow-up to Hurt and Alone 1. Lex wakes Clark up.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of these characters. No infringement is intended.
Lex didn't want to wake Clark up. Sure, he knew that it was important, but . . . Clark was so adorable snuggled up in his lap. Clark was lying on his side with his face smothered in Lex's thighs and his knees curled tightly into his body. Clark shivered slightly prompting Lex to cover him better with the blankets. But, the cutest part was the way Clark's arm was holding onto Lex's knees, as if he were reassuring himself that Lex was still there.
What Lex wanted to do was cuddle Clark all night long. It was obvious that Clark was sleep deprived, scared, hurt, and lonely. He needed Lex. "Don't worry, Clark," Lex whispered, "I'm here to protect you." He petted Clark's hair a little and caressed his shoulders. "I won't let you hurt like this anymore." Lex could do that; he could protect him. It wouldn't be difficult to get Whitney out of the way for Clark. Nor would it be difficult to get Lana and Clark together. Clark wanted Lana, so Lana he would have. Of course, that wasn't exactly what Lex wanted. Lex wasn't used to not getting exactly what he wanted, but he wanted Clark to get exactly what he wanted. Besides, what Lex really wanted was to rip Clark's clothes off and . . . and that would be . . . illegal.
Yeah, he really should wake Clark up. He needed to wake Clark up to assess his mental status; he had to make sure that Clark's concussion wasn't getting worse. And, he had promised Clark that he would wake him up after a few hours. Of course, he hadn't completely defined "a few." A couple more minutes of holding him wouldn't really matter.
As if on cue, Clark began stirring, tossing from a nightmare. A soft whimper escaped his throat before Clark awoke violently, gasping for breath. After a moment, Clark bolted upright, out of the comfort of Lex.
"Are you okay, Clark?" Lex questioned. Clark nodded, still reaching for air. "I need you to talk so that I can tell if you're truly all right, Clark."
"I'm fine," Clark whispered between breaths.
Those words again. Lex had hoped that they could drop the façade now, but he couldn't really blame Clark for falling back to his protective behavior. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay," Clark whispered. After a look from Lex, he knew he had to expand on that. "My head feels better, but . . . my back still aches."
"Yeah," Lex smiled. "That probably won't get better for a few weeks."
"You sound like someone that knows."
"Yeah," Lex laughed.
Clark didn't want to ask what kind of sports injury made Lex an expert on bruises. "I should go," Clark said.
It was clear that Clark was embarrassed about having cried in front of Lex. He had his arms wrapped around himself protectively, and his cheeks were just the slightest bit red.
"You can spend the night if you want." Lex already knew the answer to that question before he asked it, but he needed to put it out there anyway.
"No, my parents . . ." Clark didn't really need to finish the thought. It was understood. He swallowed hard, trying to work up the courage to say something. "Lex, I'm . . . I'm sorry about, before . . ."
"Sorry? Why?"
"For losing it like that. I didn't mean to break down on you."
"It's okay, Clark. I'm glad that you trust me enough for that."
"You . . . you wouldn't tell anyone . . . about any of this, would you? My parents, or Lana?
"Of course not, Clark," Lex reassured. "Another secret just for us." He felt the need to relieve Clark's tension. "Come on, I'll drive you home."
"No, Dad will kill me if I don't bring the truck home."
"Clark, you can't drive in your condition. What if you have a dizzy spell while you are driving? You nearly passed out on the stairs." Lex knew Clark was concerned now, but still unwilling to leave the truck behind. "I'll have a servant drive your truck behind us. You're father will never know."
It had been a long, quite drive. Clark still felt awkward about letting Lex see how raw his pain was on the inside. He didn't want Lex thinking that he was a wuss. However, he really had needed that . . . to let it out, to let someone see his hurting, but still care about him. And, Lex had treated him just the way he would have wanted. It had felt so good to have Lex's arms around him.
They were at his house. It was time to say goodbye. "Lex," Clark spoke for the first time since they'd left the mansion.
"Yes, Clark?"
"Thank you . . . for being there. It meant a lot to me." Clark unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the porche in silence.
"Clark," Lex called after him. "I'll always be there for you."
--Soon to come-- Hurt and Alone Part 3. It's Lex's turn to be hurting and lonely. I'm sure you can imagine who might help him with that. A post- Jitters fic. Can we say concussion?