I felt kind of bad letting my story go this long without an update, but I also feel bad for putting out such a short chapter. I figured that short was better than none so here it is. :-) I'm still excited watching the hit counter rolling, it's nearing the 600 mark which is a lot better than what my first story did, as it has yet to break 100. Hehe.
ellennar - Very sorry about the keyboard /giggles/ you should have seen the state of my clothes when I wrote the ending, was soooo not pretty. Had to take a shower and everything (it got in my hair), wasn't kidding when I said I laughed myself sick.
Tribble Master - 'cokies' I'll have to admit I liked that. lol Fits right in with 'sweek' and 'swignag' Plenty of history that might end up in a story one day.
The second half to this chapter will be out most definately by Wed night at the latest. Enjoy.
When Lex came to the area where Martha said he could find Clark he decided that his coat and Clark's food could stay in the car. There were trails that led to the lake's edge, but he could see that another smaller less used path led towards the rock bluffs that rose up forming an impressive ridge on the water. He could see why Pete and Clark were drawn to this location; the appeal of danger knows no age boundaries to the male persuasion.
As he drew closer to the rocks he saw that there was no sign of Clark around the water's edge or towards the camp grounds leading him to believe that wherever Clark's bolt hole was it lay beyond the rocks. Unfortunately for his shoes, beyond the rocks meant that he needed to climb the rocks. Shesh Clark, you've got to be kidding me.
It was while he was clinging to the sloped rock face that he began to question his idea to chase Clark down. His hands were scored by numerous cuts caused by frantic scrabbling at hand holds when his precarious perch decided to crumble out from under his feet. His shirtsleeves were streaked with sweat and grime from clearing his eyes of the loosened dirt. Lex could feel his pant leg sticking to his left shin where he barked it trying to regain purchase. Lex regretfully consigned this outfit mentally to the rubbish bin; there was no 'old family technique' that would salvage his shoes. It was when he nearly reached the top of this face that he heard something, someone to be exact; he stilled his efforts at progress to focus on the voice. The wind shifted towards him bringing clearly within its wake the sounds of Clark talking. He frowned at the caustic tone of voice, wondered at what could bring about such a response in his normally good-natured friend.
"…what anyone…The truth…" Lex continued his careful climb up this part of the rock face, hoping that once he reached the top he'd be able to see where it was that Clark had hidden himself away to.
"…isn't true!" Lex twitched when he recognized Pete Ross's voice, so that's who was keeping Clark company. The flash of victory that raced through his veins as he achieved the top of his climb was short lived, crowded out by the discomfort of lying on his back upon the sharp rocks. "…stole it…" Lex frowned as his mind whirled trying to piece together what he was hearing.
With a soft grunt he propped himself up on his elbows, Wait a minute! How the hell did Ross beat me here? Pushing up to a full sitting position his scowl deepened, probably drove like a bat out of hell on some obscure back road that only the 'good ole boys' know about to reach him. Probably knows a shortcut to Clark's spot too. With a muttered curse Lex pulled himself to his feet and surveyed the area as he gingerly picked his way across the rocks.
"…just like you…" Was that a little kid? No, Lex thought as he considered the voice, that was Clark imitating a kid. He didn't sound like he was in a good mood. Though he found it hard to believe that this animosity that Clark was displaying was the result of recent issues. Ruthlessly Lex squelched a budding thread of apprehension that Clark would be too worked up over this morning's fight between himself and his father. "That's my boy!" The deepened tenor echoed oddly in the gentle breeze, the rest of the words he could not make out.
"Shit," Lex hissed lowly when he saw a fissure that cracked the path he was walking. It was a five-foot jump from one side to the other with nothing but more rocks awaiting him should he loose his footing. "You've got to be a fucking mountain goat to get through here." With a brief pinch to the bridge of his nose to relieve the building tension behind his eyes, Lex steadied himself for the moderate leap. If I slip and break my neck I'm going to kick your ass, Clark, then he leaped.