A/N:
I really had no idea that this was happening until the Muse made it quite clear that she was hitting me upside the head. To continue the complaint of the clueless, I have no idea if this is the start of a full sequel or just an epilogue. Or just plain a mistake.
I'd be really grateful for feedback, even more so than usual!
Uhm, any other writers want to unionize? Demand statements of intent from the Muse before writing down a single word? Wait, forget it, I just heard the Muse laughing her head off all the way from here...
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"I can't believe I did that," Jonathan muttered, as much to himself as Martha.
She put her arms around him, "I do." Planting a kiss on his cheek, she added, "But that's just because I love you." She had a guess as to what it cost him to keep Lex from leaving. Especially after Lex had just said that he and Clark had had slept together.
He was still looking towards the stairs with a worried frown. As much as she tried to convince herself that it was all going to turn out all right, that moments of grace have their own momentum, she was still afraid for both of them. But there was nothing to be done but wait and hope.
She made more coffee, which they sat and drank in silence. Their eyes met at the sound of voices, just the murmur of sound, no words or tone, impossible even to distinguish Clark's tenor from Lex's baritone. The voices continued to flow softly past their ears. At least there wasn't shouting. For whatever that meant. Finally, quiet again, and the sound of motion, a few steps. Then another period of silence.
They looked at one another again, and Jonathan said quietly, "Let's wait."
She nodded. They let about ten minutes go by, hearing no other sound. When she got up, he followed.
She wished for Clark's speed, to be up the stairs in an instant, and his sight, to be able to see what was going on. She stood in the open doorway of Clark's room, Jonathan behind her and looking over her shoulder.
Her first thought was despite all incongruities, including Lex's long black duster and hairless scalp, and Clark's huge frame, that they looked like every illustration she had ever seen of children lost in the woods. Lex lay on top of the blanket, Clark tucked in underneath, but with his arms entwined around Lex, as Lex's were around Clark. Lex's head was tucked under Clark's chin, and Clark's hands met one another across his shoulderblade. They both looked as vulnerable and yet as protected as each could make the other.
Martha leaned back slightly into her husband. It wasn't the end, not by a long shot, she thought to herself. What you've done can't be undone, what you've thought can't be unthought. But sometimes, there's that second chance.
I really had no idea that this was happening until the Muse made it quite clear that she was hitting me upside the head. To continue the complaint of the clueless, I have no idea if this is the start of a full sequel or just an epilogue. Or just plain a mistake.
I'd be really grateful for feedback, even more so than usual!
Uhm, any other writers want to unionize? Demand statements of intent from the Muse before writing down a single word? Wait, forget it, I just heard the Muse laughing her head off all the way from here...
***
"I can't believe I did that," Jonathan muttered, as much to himself as Martha.
She put her arms around him, "I do." Planting a kiss on his cheek, she added, "But that's just because I love you." She had a guess as to what it cost him to keep Lex from leaving. Especially after Lex had just said that he and Clark had had slept together.
He was still looking towards the stairs with a worried frown. As much as she tried to convince herself that it was all going to turn out all right, that moments of grace have their own momentum, she was still afraid for both of them. But there was nothing to be done but wait and hope.
She made more coffee, which they sat and drank in silence. Their eyes met at the sound of voices, just the murmur of sound, no words or tone, impossible even to distinguish Clark's tenor from Lex's baritone. The voices continued to flow softly past their ears. At least there wasn't shouting. For whatever that meant. Finally, quiet again, and the sound of motion, a few steps. Then another period of silence.
They looked at one another again, and Jonathan said quietly, "Let's wait."
She nodded. They let about ten minutes go by, hearing no other sound. When she got up, he followed.
She wished for Clark's speed, to be up the stairs in an instant, and his sight, to be able to see what was going on. She stood in the open doorway of Clark's room, Jonathan behind her and looking over her shoulder.
Her first thought was despite all incongruities, including Lex's long black duster and hairless scalp, and Clark's huge frame, that they looked like every illustration she had ever seen of children lost in the woods. Lex lay on top of the blanket, Clark tucked in underneath, but with his arms entwined around Lex, as Lex's were around Clark. Lex's head was tucked under Clark's chin, and Clark's hands met one another across his shoulderblade. They both looked as vulnerable and yet as protected as each could make the other.
Martha leaned back slightly into her husband. It wasn't the end, not by a long shot, she thought to herself. What you've done can't be undone, what you've thought can't be unthought. But sometimes, there's that second chance.