TITLE: As It Is Only[2/6]
AUTHOR: Nymph Du Pave
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING: Lex Luthor/Clark Kent.
RATING: R
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay. I have been stupid and lazy. I have an unedited FIRST VERSION of the final chapter of ILS. It might turn into two by the time I'm done but I'm not sure. And yes there is more to the trilogy. I will finish it. And post it. As soon as this story is done with, it will be the next thing posted. Maybe the middle of next week because of how many hours I will be working this weekend and Monday, but it will be posted. Then the rest of Neverland. I am SO sorry for the delay and appreciate the reminders and patience. Thank you guys so much.
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: nymph_du_pave@hotmail.com
As It Is Only
By Nymph Du Pave
"Clark, I don't think you understand."
I picked up another silk shirt from his suitcase and tossed it to the floor. "No," I spat out. "I don't."
Lex sighed but patiently retrieved the shirt from the floor. When he stood up to replace it, four more garments of various purposes littered the champagne colored carpet. One had landed not far from my book bag where my plane ticket stuck out of the top pocket. My canceled plane ticket.
Lex dropped the shirt back onto the suitcase and sat down. His body sagged in a most decidedly not Lex way. "I just don't want you to come."
The statement was blunt. Missing was the cushion for the blow; present were the hard words forming an even harder concept. A sharp intake of breath and I was on Lex like a hound.
"I'm you're best friend, we've been planning this trip forever, I had to convince my dad, he didn't talk to my mom for a whole week, we had to bake him this huge apple pie, if you had seen my mother after picking those damned rutabagas, and then the fact that I saved up in the first place-"
"I would have paid." Whispered, lost and dead-lined. There was no fight, no matter-of-factly here. I was sure that it was merely stated out of habit and I knew for a fact that Lex usually strove to fight against the unnecessarily habitual.
I frowned, tipping the suitcase and spilling the rest of it's contents onto the floor. Lex threw up his hands in a very unlike-Lex gesture and flopped onto the bed. "You're not coming with me and that's that, Clark. I've already refunded the ticket-" He held up his hand to stop my inquiries. "I'm a Luthor, I can do what I want, don't ask how I got it done. It doesn't matter anyhow. The point is still the point. You're not going. Period. I don't think it's a good idea, and this is what I don't think for reason I know you will never understand. So be pissed, I'll find a way to apologize when I get back."
I stood there, swaying on what felt like poorly cemented-to-the-floor feet, utterly and to the bone stunned. This wasn't a tone I'd ever heard Lex use [especially with me], and this wasn't an expression I'd ever seen Lex give, but I knew in both accounts that he was serious about the matter and dead-set. I was sure there was something I could do to get him to change his mind but at the same time I knew that there was only one thing and it felt as if we weren't ready for it, whatever 'it' was.
So what else could I do.
I snatched my bookbag off the floor, looking the other way as the useless ticket/proof of betrayal fluttered to the carpet. I headed out, hurt, stunned, pissed and feeling neglected.
Neglected and unloved.
