Lex is enjoying a leisurely Saturday morning breakfast for once. Normally he isn’t one to indulge in so much relaxation, but he’d woken up in a rare, lazy mood and decided to embrace it. He isn’t even reading the business section of this weekend’s newspaper.
During breakfast itself he’d done the crossword puzzle in the back. He’s disappointed at how few challenging clues there’d been. The Daily Planet really needs to get a new puzzle master. He briefly considers starting another side business. After all, he could probably come up with some fairly challenging puzzles. The flaw in that is that he then wouldn’t be able to enjoy doing them.
He shelves the idea and gets up to pour his last cup of coffee into his favorite lavender mug. Then, as a final indulgence for the morning, he turns to the comic strips and starts searching for the few he likes to keep up on. Of course, he’s saving the best for last. Warrior Angel always leaves him with a warm glow when he’s done.
Just as he’s about to begin reading Warrior Angel, his phone rings. He actually feels a much bigger glow spreading through him than he ever gets from his favorite comic. That’s the ring tone he assigned to Clark. Not even aware of the big smile that spreads over his face, he flips open his phone. “Hello, Clark. What can I…”
“Lex! Help! I’m at home by myself and I need you…”
Lex doesn’t wait to hear any more. He races out of the dining room, through the mansion, and bursts out of the front door. He’s glad that he’d asked one of the staff to bring around his new Ferrari. He’d been planning on taking it out after breakfast and opening her up on the empty Kansas roads, but now he leaps into it and drives faster than a speeding bullet to the Kent farm.
His mind is racing faster than the car as he flips through possibilities for what could be so wrong that Clark would have to call him for help. He wishes he’d thought to pick up a weapon before he’d left the mansion. He also wishes that he’d kept Clark on the line so he could find out more about what was happening. Even he didn’t dare tempt fate by calling him back while he was traveling at these speeds.
Faster than ever before, but not possibly fast enough for Lex, he finds himself at the farm and he brings the Ferrari screeching to a halt. There’s a discarded lead pipe lying a few feet away, and Lex takes a few precious seconds to grab it up. He’d already figured out that Clark was probably in the house, because he’d said home, not barn or fortress in the brief phone call, so he turns in that direction after he has the pipe in his hand.
He’d given up stealth by the way he’d roared up the driveway, so he doesn’t hesitate to call out as he races through the gate and up to the porch, where he skids to a halt. “Clark! Clark, I’m here! Where are you?”
He opens the screen door and then carefully pushes on the main door so it’ll open a crack. “Lex! Lex, I’m in the kitchen! Help!”
“I’m coming, Clark!” Lex slides into the house, still being a little cautious. Because, while the likelihood of the danger being another person in the house is decreasing, Lex wants to be sure before he lowers his guard. Besides, Clark still sounds scared…no, terrified.
Lex heads to the kitchen and peeks around the corner. He does a quick visual reconnaissance, that takes in a mostly naked Clark *Jesus H. Christ, he’s even more gorgeous than the day I found him tied up on the cross* standing on a chair, but doesn’t see any immediate danger. Clark’s staring at the floor with a look of undisguised fear on his face, but Lex can’t see around the table to know what put that look there. He lowers the pipe that’s still clenched tightly in his hand and steps into the kitchen.
“I’m here, Clark, what’s wrong?” Clark jumps a little, and Lex feels bad for breaking the focused concentration his friend had been giving to one particular spot of the wooden floor. Especially when it appears for a second as if his friend might topple from his perch.
Clark looks up, and Lex sees the mingled look of panic and relief in his face. “Lex! Thank god! Get it, please get it.” He points to the same spot he was staring at with such fear, and Lex slowly makes his way around the table, lead pipe raised in anticipation of what he would soon find.
Skink! Part One (Rated PG)
During breakfast itself he’d done the crossword puzzle in the back. He’s disappointed at how few challenging clues there’d been. The Daily Planet really needs to get a new puzzle master. He briefly considers starting another side business. After all, he could probably come up with some fairly challenging puzzles. The flaw in that is that he then wouldn’t be able to enjoy doing them.
He shelves the idea and gets up to pour his last cup of coffee into his favorite lavender mug. Then, as a final indulgence for the morning, he turns to the comic strips and starts searching for the few he likes to keep up on. Of course, he’s saving the best for last. Warrior Angel always leaves him with a warm glow when he’s done.
Just as he’s about to begin reading Warrior Angel, his phone rings. He actually feels a much bigger glow spreading through him than he ever gets from his favorite comic. That’s the ring tone he assigned to Clark. Not even aware of the big smile that spreads over his face, he flips open his phone. “Hello, Clark. What can I…”
“Lex! Help! I’m at home by myself and I need you…”
Lex doesn’t wait to hear any more. He races out of the dining room, through the mansion, and bursts out of the front door. He’s glad that he’d asked one of the staff to bring around his new Ferrari. He’d been planning on taking it out after breakfast and opening her up on the empty Kansas roads, but now he leaps into it and drives faster than a speeding bullet to the Kent farm.
His mind is racing faster than the car as he flips through possibilities for what could be so wrong that Clark would have to call him for help. He wishes he’d thought to pick up a weapon before he’d left the mansion. He also wishes that he’d kept Clark on the line so he could find out more about what was happening. Even he didn’t dare tempt fate by calling him back while he was traveling at these speeds.
Faster than ever before, but not possibly fast enough for Lex, he finds himself at the farm and he brings the Ferrari screeching to a halt. There’s a discarded lead pipe lying a few feet away, and Lex takes a few precious seconds to grab it up. He’d already figured out that Clark was probably in the house, because he’d said home, not barn or fortress in the brief phone call, so he turns in that direction after he has the pipe in his hand.
He’d given up stealth by the way he’d roared up the driveway, so he doesn’t hesitate to call out as he races through the gate and up to the porch, where he skids to a halt. “Clark! Clark, I’m here! Where are you?”
He opens the screen door and then carefully pushes on the main door so it’ll open a crack. “Lex! Lex, I’m in the kitchen! Help!”
“I’m coming, Clark!” Lex slides into the house, still being a little cautious. Because, while the likelihood of the danger being another person in the house is decreasing, Lex wants to be sure before he lowers his guard. Besides, Clark still sounds scared…no, terrified.
Lex heads to the kitchen and peeks around the corner. He does a quick visual reconnaissance, that takes in a mostly naked Clark *Jesus H. Christ, he’s even more gorgeous than the day I found him tied up on the cross* standing on a chair, but doesn’t see any immediate danger. Clark’s staring at the floor with a look of undisguised fear on his face, but Lex can’t see around the table to know what put that look there. He lowers the pipe that’s still clenched tightly in his hand and steps into the kitchen.
“I’m here, Clark, what’s wrong?” Clark jumps a little, and Lex feels bad for breaking the focused concentration his friend had been giving to one particular spot of the wooden floor. Especially when it appears for a second as if his friend might topple from his perch.
Clark looks up, and Lex sees the mingled look of panic and relief in his face. “Lex! Thank god! Get it, please get it.” He points to the same spot he was staring at with such fear, and Lex slowly makes his way around the table, lead pipe raised in anticipation of what he would soon find.