The still untilted Morgan/Kal WIP
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She was at the diner when Clark arrived, sitting in a booth in the back. A cup of coffee and open book were on the table in front of her, but her eyes were on the door.
Mom looked old, Clark realized with an unpleasant jolt. No, not old. Careworn. There were lines around her eyes that hadn't been there before, and Clark swore he could see a hint of white in her beautiful red hair. Where normally she looked healthy and full of life, she was pale and drawn, and her hand seemed tremble slightly as she raised it to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I did this," Clark thought miserably as he approached her. "I made her look like that." He wondered why she would want him back, when he'd caused so much pain. Not only had he hurt her and killed her baby, but he'd added stress by leaving. He was unpredictable and thoughtlessly cruel; why would she want him back?
"Hello, Clark," she said when he got to the table.
"Hi, Mom," he replied, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
For a moment, neither one moved; a sense of awkwardness filled the space between them. Then, Mom rose from her seat and pulled Clark into her arms.
"Thank you for coming," she breathed against his skin. Her hand stroked over his hair and neck as if she wasn't positive he was really here.
Despite himself, Clark felt his muscles relax in her embrace. He might be an alien with a father who wanted him to rule the world, but this was his mother, and she always made everything feel better just by existing.
When she broke the embrace, Mom cupped his face and beamed at him before sitting back down. Clark slid into the seat across from her and pulled a napkin out of the dispenser.
"So," Clark said, tearing at the napkin.
"So," Martha repeated. "I talked to your father last night."
"Oh?" He waited for her to tell him that he'd been mistaken and misunderstood what Jonathan had said. He waited for the lies.
She nodded and stirred her coffee slowly. "He admitted that he may have said some thing he didn't mean. That he may have made it sound as if everything was entirely your fault. And he's sorry. He misses you, Clark, and..."
"He misses his farm hand, you mean," Clark interrupted.
"Well, things have been hard since you’ve been gone," Mom said a little dryly. "And then, about three weeks ago, an anonymous person paid off our all debt. We don’t know who it was, so your father can't refuse. We're in the black, and we might stay that way for awhile."
Morgan. It had to be. Clark just wondered why he would do something like that. It wasn't part of their agreement.
"Clark. Your father is sorry, and he wants to have a chance to tell you. But if you don't want to go home, I understand."
Clark's head snapped up. "What?"
Mom's face was serious and composed. She reached across the table and put her hand on Clark's arm. "I can't imagine what it must have been like for. You were only doing what you thought was best to protect yourself and the people you cared about. It was no less than Jonathan would have done if he had felt threatened, and yes, something awful happened. But to think I blamed you for the loss of the baby.... It must have been horrible. And to hear your father actually blame you... Clark what he said was almost unforgivable. And hurtful. And he meant to hurt you. That's the part I have the biggest problem with. He *wanted* to make you hurt because he was in pain. And he completely disregarded the fact that you already knew what you'd done and were punishing yourself." She squeezed his arm. "I understand why you might not want to go back into that environment."
It was so hard to listen to her talk about it. To talk around the fact that, even though he hadn't *meant* to do it, that it was still his fault. There was no getting around it. Clark put the rocks in the ship, the ship blew up, and Mom got hurt. Even if she didn't blame him, it was still his fault.
"All right," he said thickly. "Good, you understand. I won't go back. I'll stay here."
"Wait. You need to know everything, Clark. You need to know that if you stay here, I'm going to stay, too."
"What?" He couldn't have heard her right. Because there was no way Dad would ever agree to move to Metropolis. It wasn't in him.
Mom shrugged. "I'm going to leave your father, Clark. I decided last night. I can't stay with a man who could alienate my child the way he did." She sighed. "I still love him. He is the love of my life. But you are my child and you will always come first."
Clark rubbed his eyes, head spinning. Mom was moving to the city?
"Now, ideally, what would happen is I'd get a job and a place to stay. You'd move in with me. We'd enroll you in a nearby school, maybe you'd get a part time job for extra pocket money."
"Mom," Clark protested, but she continued on.
"I understand, of course, that you might not want to live with me. I want you to. I think you should. You may feel very grown up, but you are still only sixteen and I worry. But I also know I can't force you to do anything you don't want to, so I won't press the issue. But I do hope that you'd visit me occasionally."
"Mom, *no*." His heart pounding. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, what she was saying. It was insane. She couldn’t leave Dad. The Kents weren't like that.
"Clark, it was devastating enough to lose one baby. I can't lose two."
"So now, not only am I responsible for the miscarriage, but I'm responsible for the breakup of your marriage."
"Oh no. Jonathan Kent did that all by himself." Then she flinched and said, "Well. We did that. Him and I both." Mom sighed and shook her head. "Clark, honey, what he said to me last night. I could still hear the anger, and I could hear what pushed you away. I am so angry with him right now, and I don't even know if I want to go back. I do know I don't want to go back without you. I've made up my mind, Clark, and it has nothing to do with you. It's my choice, not yours. Just like the effects of the meteor rocks aren't your fault just because you came down in it." Mom leaned across the table and touched his face. "Clark, I love you. *You* are my life. You are my child, and I will do anything for you. Do you understand?"
Something in him broke. All that love and devotion, and he didn't even deserve it.
He pulled away and pressed his hand to his eyes. "Momma, I'm a prostitute."
There was a long silence before Mom sighed. "Oh, Clark. Honey." She slid out of her seat and settled in next to Clark. "Okay, so you'll definitely have to get a new job when I move to Metropolis," she said stroking his hair.
He looked at her through a film of tears. "Mom, don't you understand?"
"Yes, I do. You sleep with people for money."
"Are you mad?"
"I'm mad at the people who take advantage of you like that."
He blinked, shaking his head. Tears ran down his cheeks. "No. No, no one's taking advantage of me. I *like* it, Momma. A lot. I'm gay and I started fooling around with guys. And then I started charging them. And then the owner of the club I did the most business at hired me, and I really like him. I mean, he's not exactly the best person in the world, but he cares for me."
Mom opened her mouth to say something, but Clark cut her off. "He *does* Mom. Okay? And I care about him. He m-makes me feel safe."
"Well, then I'm glad you found someone like that." Her hand cupped his cheek, and then she used her thumb to wipe a tear away. "And I'm not upset that you're gay. As long as it makes you happy."
"I'm not unhappy," he said. Then more tears rose. "I like Morgan. I feel safe with him and I think I could be happy with him. But I miss you." It hurt to say and it hurt even more to admit to himself. But it was true.
"Well, maybe you can still see him. Without money changing hands, I mean. We'll live in the city; it'll be easy for that to happen."
Clark snorted and wiped his nose. "Mom, I have a feeling that, if you knew him, you wouldn’t be so encouraging." He wiped his eyes. "Morgan is everything you and Dad are against, everything I am against, too, but ... there's something about him. I can't explain it."
"Then I won't ask." She rubbed her thumb on his forehead. "Clark, you're sixteen. And you've proved that you can live on your own for a summer, and I have no right to dictate your love life. Or who you see. I wish.... You're my child, Clark. My little boy, and the last thing I want is to see you get hurt. I want to see you dating people your own age, and going to school. I want to see you graduate, and go to college and get a full time job doing something you love. I want to see you find the one you want to be with, man or woman. I want to dance at your wedding if that's the path you chose, or have dinner at your apartment. I want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted."
The tears rose in his eyes again, and Clark pressed the heels of his hands against them. It was all too much. All of it. Mom couldn’t leave Dad, could she? But she was moving to Metropolis, and what did that mean for him and Morgan? It wasn't like any of it ever could have been permanent, and yet, it was hard to imagine his life without Morgan in it in some way.
But there was one thing clear in his mind. "If you leave Dad, I'm always going to feel like it's my fault," he said brokenly.
"Clark..."
"No, Mom." He pulled his hands away again so he could look at her. "I will. I know you say it's not, but I'm the one who caused the accident that hurt you. I'm the one who made the choice to run away. I don’t want to be the one who breaks up your marriage."
Martha sighed and tapped her fingers on the table. "Well, then do this. Come home with me. We'll all sit down and talk. You, your father, me. We'll talk about what happened, what was said, and where we should go. And we'll decide there if we want to stay, or if it's time to go our separate ways." She took his hand and squeezed. "But we stick together, and we make the decision together. Understand?"
Clark nodded and blinked tears away. "Okay. Okay, yeah. But promise you won't rush into anything."
She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "Don’t worry, baby. I promise I won't." Mom smiled, and the lines seem to fade from around her face. She tousled his hair lovingly, then said, "So. How are we going to do this?"
Clark fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "I need to tell Morgan I’m going to be gone tomorrow."
"Will he let you?"
"Yeah, he will." He wiped his eyes again. "I should go. Tell him."
"Okay. And then maybe, you could call? I'm staying at the Holiday Inn on Fifteenth St., room 205."
Clark nodded. "Yeah. I'll call." He swallowed hard then kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, Clark." She hugged him tightly, tears wetting her cheeks. For a long moment, neither one moved as they held each other, breathing each other in.
Finally, Clark pulled away and went home.
Morgan was on the couch reading when Clark got in. He looked up when Clark crept into the room, his heart pounding and stomach churning.
"Hello, Kal. Enjoy your evening?"
Clark didn't answer. He crossed the room and climbed into Morgan's lap.
Morgan set the file he'd been reading aside and put his arms around Clark. "What's the matter?" he asked. He combed through Clark's hair with his fingers, working through knots and curls gently.
Clark's scalped tingled and he pressed his head into Morgan's shoulder. "There's something I didn’t tell you about yesterday."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I saw my mom. She's in town. Looking for me."
"Oh."
Morgan's voice didn't give anything away, but Clark could feel a sudden tenseness in his body.
"She asked to see me today. That's where I was. Having dinner with her." Clark licked his lips and squeezed his eyes shut. "She said she was going to leave my father. That she was going to move to Metropolis so she could be with me." He hesitated, but Morgan said nothing. He continued to comb his fingers through Clark's hair soothingly. "We talked. I told her that I was a prostitute. I told her that I was living with you. I didn't tell her who you were, though, she wouldn’t understand how I could care so much for a criminal."
"Doubtful she could understand how you could care for a john in the first place."
Clark shrugged. "She seemed to understand about that. Or at least accepting. She even said I could keep seeing you after.... She wants to get an apartment for us to live and for me to go to school. She'll work. And I'll see you in my spare time or something."
Morgan kissed his forehead. "Would you want to keep seeing me?"
"Yes. No. I don't know." He pressed his forehead hard into Morgan's arm. "I don't want this."
"Don't want what?"
"Reality." He sighed and snuggled into Morgan's embrace. "I don't want her leaving my dad. Not over me. So I promised I would go to Smallville tomorrow and talk to them both."
Morgan rubbed his back and sighed. "Why do I have a feeling you're leaving me?"
Clark pulled away. "I'm not, I swear. I'm coming back." He kissed Morgan desperately, feeling as if the world was spinning around to fast. He needed his ring.
"Kal." Morgan kissed him. "I don't want you to think about me tomorrow. While you're talking with your parents and making your decision. Don't factor me in to what you choose."
"Why not?"
Gently, Morgan pushed Clark off him and rose. Walking across the room to the bar, he poured himself a drink. He drained it and turned back. "Because, Kal. What you need to decide is whether or not you want to live on the farm with both your parents or in Metropolis with your mother. I am not an issue; I'm just an old man who has enjoyed playing with you. And I don’t want you to force me to do something noble and send you away. I'd rather you just leave on your own." He poured himself another drink, and then held out his hand. "Come to bed, Kal."
"But it's only seven o'clock."
Morgan's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Is that too early?"
Oh. Right. Sex. Fantastic sex. "Um, let me call my mom. Then I'll come."
"I'll be waiting," Morgan said with a smile that went straight to Clark's cock. He tossed back his Scotch and slunk out of the room, body language rife with promises.
Clark couldn’t wait to have them fulfilled.
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Part 12
She was at the diner when Clark arrived, sitting in a booth in the back. A cup of coffee and open book were on the table in front of her, but her eyes were on the door.
Mom looked old, Clark realized with an unpleasant jolt. No, not old. Careworn. There were lines around her eyes that hadn't been there before, and Clark swore he could see a hint of white in her beautiful red hair. Where normally she looked healthy and full of life, she was pale and drawn, and her hand seemed tremble slightly as she raised it to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I did this," Clark thought miserably as he approached her. "I made her look like that." He wondered why she would want him back, when he'd caused so much pain. Not only had he hurt her and killed her baby, but he'd added stress by leaving. He was unpredictable and thoughtlessly cruel; why would she want him back?
"Hello, Clark," she said when he got to the table.
"Hi, Mom," he replied, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
For a moment, neither one moved; a sense of awkwardness filled the space between them. Then, Mom rose from her seat and pulled Clark into her arms.
"Thank you for coming," she breathed against his skin. Her hand stroked over his hair and neck as if she wasn't positive he was really here.
Despite himself, Clark felt his muscles relax in her embrace. He might be an alien with a father who wanted him to rule the world, but this was his mother, and she always made everything feel better just by existing.
When she broke the embrace, Mom cupped his face and beamed at him before sitting back down. Clark slid into the seat across from her and pulled a napkin out of the dispenser.
"So," Clark said, tearing at the napkin.
"So," Martha repeated. "I talked to your father last night."
"Oh?" He waited for her to tell him that he'd been mistaken and misunderstood what Jonathan had said. He waited for the lies.
She nodded and stirred her coffee slowly. "He admitted that he may have said some thing he didn't mean. That he may have made it sound as if everything was entirely your fault. And he's sorry. He misses you, Clark, and..."
"He misses his farm hand, you mean," Clark interrupted.
"Well, things have been hard since you’ve been gone," Mom said a little dryly. "And then, about three weeks ago, an anonymous person paid off our all debt. We don’t know who it was, so your father can't refuse. We're in the black, and we might stay that way for awhile."
Morgan. It had to be. Clark just wondered why he would do something like that. It wasn't part of their agreement.
"Clark. Your father is sorry, and he wants to have a chance to tell you. But if you don't want to go home, I understand."
Clark's head snapped up. "What?"
Mom's face was serious and composed. She reached across the table and put her hand on Clark's arm. "I can't imagine what it must have been like for. You were only doing what you thought was best to protect yourself and the people you cared about. It was no less than Jonathan would have done if he had felt threatened, and yes, something awful happened. But to think I blamed you for the loss of the baby.... It must have been horrible. And to hear your father actually blame you... Clark what he said was almost unforgivable. And hurtful. And he meant to hurt you. That's the part I have the biggest problem with. He *wanted* to make you hurt because he was in pain. And he completely disregarded the fact that you already knew what you'd done and were punishing yourself." She squeezed his arm. "I understand why you might not want to go back into that environment."
It was so hard to listen to her talk about it. To talk around the fact that, even though he hadn't *meant* to do it, that it was still his fault. There was no getting around it. Clark put the rocks in the ship, the ship blew up, and Mom got hurt. Even if she didn't blame him, it was still his fault.
"All right," he said thickly. "Good, you understand. I won't go back. I'll stay here."
"Wait. You need to know everything, Clark. You need to know that if you stay here, I'm going to stay, too."
"What?" He couldn't have heard her right. Because there was no way Dad would ever agree to move to Metropolis. It wasn't in him.
Mom shrugged. "I'm going to leave your father, Clark. I decided last night. I can't stay with a man who could alienate my child the way he did." She sighed. "I still love him. He is the love of my life. But you are my child and you will always come first."
Clark rubbed his eyes, head spinning. Mom was moving to the city?
"Now, ideally, what would happen is I'd get a job and a place to stay. You'd move in with me. We'd enroll you in a nearby school, maybe you'd get a part time job for extra pocket money."
"Mom," Clark protested, but she continued on.
"I understand, of course, that you might not want to live with me. I want you to. I think you should. You may feel very grown up, but you are still only sixteen and I worry. But I also know I can't force you to do anything you don't want to, so I won't press the issue. But I do hope that you'd visit me occasionally."
"Mom, *no*." His heart pounding. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, what she was saying. It was insane. She couldn’t leave Dad. The Kents weren't like that.
"Clark, it was devastating enough to lose one baby. I can't lose two."
"So now, not only am I responsible for the miscarriage, but I'm responsible for the breakup of your marriage."
"Oh no. Jonathan Kent did that all by himself." Then she flinched and said, "Well. We did that. Him and I both." Mom sighed and shook her head. "Clark, honey, what he said to me last night. I could still hear the anger, and I could hear what pushed you away. I am so angry with him right now, and I don't even know if I want to go back. I do know I don't want to go back without you. I've made up my mind, Clark, and it has nothing to do with you. It's my choice, not yours. Just like the effects of the meteor rocks aren't your fault just because you came down in it." Mom leaned across the table and touched his face. "Clark, I love you. *You* are my life. You are my child, and I will do anything for you. Do you understand?"
Something in him broke. All that love and devotion, and he didn't even deserve it.
He pulled away and pressed his hand to his eyes. "Momma, I'm a prostitute."
There was a long silence before Mom sighed. "Oh, Clark. Honey." She slid out of her seat and settled in next to Clark. "Okay, so you'll definitely have to get a new job when I move to Metropolis," she said stroking his hair.
He looked at her through a film of tears. "Mom, don't you understand?"
"Yes, I do. You sleep with people for money."
"Are you mad?"
"I'm mad at the people who take advantage of you like that."
He blinked, shaking his head. Tears ran down his cheeks. "No. No, no one's taking advantage of me. I *like* it, Momma. A lot. I'm gay and I started fooling around with guys. And then I started charging them. And then the owner of the club I did the most business at hired me, and I really like him. I mean, he's not exactly the best person in the world, but he cares for me."
Mom opened her mouth to say something, but Clark cut her off. "He *does* Mom. Okay? And I care about him. He m-makes me feel safe."
"Well, then I'm glad you found someone like that." Her hand cupped his cheek, and then she used her thumb to wipe a tear away. "And I'm not upset that you're gay. As long as it makes you happy."
"I'm not unhappy," he said. Then more tears rose. "I like Morgan. I feel safe with him and I think I could be happy with him. But I miss you." It hurt to say and it hurt even more to admit to himself. But it was true.
"Well, maybe you can still see him. Without money changing hands, I mean. We'll live in the city; it'll be easy for that to happen."
Clark snorted and wiped his nose. "Mom, I have a feeling that, if you knew him, you wouldn’t be so encouraging." He wiped his eyes. "Morgan is everything you and Dad are against, everything I am against, too, but ... there's something about him. I can't explain it."
"Then I won't ask." She rubbed her thumb on his forehead. "Clark, you're sixteen. And you've proved that you can live on your own for a summer, and I have no right to dictate your love life. Or who you see. I wish.... You're my child, Clark. My little boy, and the last thing I want is to see you get hurt. I want to see you dating people your own age, and going to school. I want to see you graduate, and go to college and get a full time job doing something you love. I want to see you find the one you want to be with, man or woman. I want to dance at your wedding if that's the path you chose, or have dinner at your apartment. I want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted."
The tears rose in his eyes again, and Clark pressed the heels of his hands against them. It was all too much. All of it. Mom couldn’t leave Dad, could she? But she was moving to Metropolis, and what did that mean for him and Morgan? It wasn't like any of it ever could have been permanent, and yet, it was hard to imagine his life without Morgan in it in some way.
But there was one thing clear in his mind. "If you leave Dad, I'm always going to feel like it's my fault," he said brokenly.
"Clark..."
"No, Mom." He pulled his hands away again so he could look at her. "I will. I know you say it's not, but I'm the one who caused the accident that hurt you. I'm the one who made the choice to run away. I don’t want to be the one who breaks up your marriage."
Martha sighed and tapped her fingers on the table. "Well, then do this. Come home with me. We'll all sit down and talk. You, your father, me. We'll talk about what happened, what was said, and where we should go. And we'll decide there if we want to stay, or if it's time to go our separate ways." She took his hand and squeezed. "But we stick together, and we make the decision together. Understand?"
Clark nodded and blinked tears away. "Okay. Okay, yeah. But promise you won't rush into anything."
She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "Don’t worry, baby. I promise I won't." Mom smiled, and the lines seem to fade from around her face. She tousled his hair lovingly, then said, "So. How are we going to do this?"
Clark fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "I need to tell Morgan I’m going to be gone tomorrow."
"Will he let you?"
"Yeah, he will." He wiped his eyes again. "I should go. Tell him."
"Okay. And then maybe, you could call? I'm staying at the Holiday Inn on Fifteenth St., room 205."
Clark nodded. "Yeah. I'll call." He swallowed hard then kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, Clark." She hugged him tightly, tears wetting her cheeks. For a long moment, neither one moved as they held each other, breathing each other in.
Finally, Clark pulled away and went home.
Morgan was on the couch reading when Clark got in. He looked up when Clark crept into the room, his heart pounding and stomach churning.
"Hello, Kal. Enjoy your evening?"
Clark didn't answer. He crossed the room and climbed into Morgan's lap.
Morgan set the file he'd been reading aside and put his arms around Clark. "What's the matter?" he asked. He combed through Clark's hair with his fingers, working through knots and curls gently.
Clark's scalped tingled and he pressed his head into Morgan's shoulder. "There's something I didn’t tell you about yesterday."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I saw my mom. She's in town. Looking for me."
"Oh."
Morgan's voice didn't give anything away, but Clark could feel a sudden tenseness in his body.
"She asked to see me today. That's where I was. Having dinner with her." Clark licked his lips and squeezed his eyes shut. "She said she was going to leave my father. That she was going to move to Metropolis so she could be with me." He hesitated, but Morgan said nothing. He continued to comb his fingers through Clark's hair soothingly. "We talked. I told her that I was a prostitute. I told her that I was living with you. I didn't tell her who you were, though, she wouldn’t understand how I could care so much for a criminal."
"Doubtful she could understand how you could care for a john in the first place."
Clark shrugged. "She seemed to understand about that. Or at least accepting. She even said I could keep seeing you after.... She wants to get an apartment for us to live and for me to go to school. She'll work. And I'll see you in my spare time or something."
Morgan kissed his forehead. "Would you want to keep seeing me?"
"Yes. No. I don't know." He pressed his forehead hard into Morgan's arm. "I don't want this."
"Don't want what?"
"Reality." He sighed and snuggled into Morgan's embrace. "I don't want her leaving my dad. Not over me. So I promised I would go to Smallville tomorrow and talk to them both."
Morgan rubbed his back and sighed. "Why do I have a feeling you're leaving me?"
Clark pulled away. "I'm not, I swear. I'm coming back." He kissed Morgan desperately, feeling as if the world was spinning around to fast. He needed his ring.
"Kal." Morgan kissed him. "I don't want you to think about me tomorrow. While you're talking with your parents and making your decision. Don't factor me in to what you choose."
"Why not?"
Gently, Morgan pushed Clark off him and rose. Walking across the room to the bar, he poured himself a drink. He drained it and turned back. "Because, Kal. What you need to decide is whether or not you want to live on the farm with both your parents or in Metropolis with your mother. I am not an issue; I'm just an old man who has enjoyed playing with you. And I don’t want you to force me to do something noble and send you away. I'd rather you just leave on your own." He poured himself another drink, and then held out his hand. "Come to bed, Kal."
"But it's only seven o'clock."
Morgan's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Is that too early?"
Oh. Right. Sex. Fantastic sex. "Um, let me call my mom. Then I'll come."
"I'll be waiting," Morgan said with a smile that went straight to Clark's cock. He tossed back his Scotch and slunk out of the room, body language rife with promises.
Clark couldn’t wait to have them fulfilled.
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Date: 2004-07-27 11:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 03:36 pm (UTC)You're welcome! Hope you enjoyed this part. :)
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Date: 2004-07-27 01:32 pm (UTC)Thanks
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Date: 2004-07-27 03:39 pm (UTC)I might try to find a quote that fits on that theme. It's not a bad idea. But I really like your second title suggestion; maybe more people would read it then. Then again, they still might find it icky. *sigh* If only more people saw how sexy Morgan was.
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Date: 2004-07-27 10:08 pm (UTC)Oh, and I just realized why I was having such a time reference problem with this story and LLAR. I was getting the latter confused with dogpoet's Darkness Before Dawn, where Lex is a PI hired by Martha to find her runaway son. Boy, was I confused! I'm all straightened out now, though.
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Date: 2004-07-27 10:26 pm (UTC)I was getting the latter confused with dogpoet's Darkness Before Dawn, where Lex is a PI hired by Martha to find her runaway son.
Lol. Yeah, i can see that. I can also see getting it confused with "Love for Sale" and, perhaps, "Lazurus Gap." Maybe not the last one, but they all have similar endings, and i"m trying very hard not to end it like them. (I love all three fics)
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Date: 2004-07-28 12:17 pm (UTC)This chapter was very emotional, especially Clark and Martha's conversation. I like Martha's reaction to Jonathan's treatment of Clark in Exodus, it's so perfect because that's a mother protecting her child and they should have addressed that on the show.
And I'm feeling so sorry for Morgan because I know what's coming, and it's going to be so sad. I really love the way you have made me invest emotionally into the character. Excellent.
I also loved the previous chapter, the sex was mind-blowing. You write it very well.
By the way, can I just say that you rock as a WIP author.
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Date: 2004-07-28 12:46 pm (UTC)I really wish they would have, to. But their focus is so on the father/son aspect of the show, I think they forget that mothers have a huge impact on their children's development, too. And it was *Martha's* baby. Yes, it was Jonathan's to, but, I'm sorry, I don't know if he can really understand that. Or maybe that's sexist of me.
I also loved the previous chapter, the sex was mind-blowing. You write it very well.
And to think, that scene almost didn't happen. I tried to end it several times without sex, and then it wormed it's way in with a vengence. :)
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Date: 2004-07-28 01:38 pm (UTC)I never, ever thought that I would find Morgan attractive but damn...I love these two together. It's so hot and angsty and now I truly understand what Clark was trying to tell Lex about his relationship with Morgan. That there was actual feeling there. That Morgan did care.
I'm very much anticipating COTW 47 cuz of Whitney but I can so wait if you will continue this. *nodnodnod*
As for a title...Rite of Passage. Because, to me, that's what it was for Clark. Something he needed to do, something that changed him in ways that will shape the man he becomes. So...*grins* That's my two cents. *hugs*
Rai - waiting impatiently for the next part.
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Date: 2004-07-28 04:50 pm (UTC)That's something i really, really wanted to show the audience becuase Lex? Is nver going to understand. even if Clark sits him down and tells him everything, LEx has no frame of reference for any of it. Which is too bad, because its' going to be an issue in Clark and Lex's relatonship no matter what. Clark can't quite give Morgan up, and we understand, but poor Lex doesn't. And he can't even see that MOrgan would gladly give Clark to LEx just to make Lex happy.
I'm very much anticipating COTW 47 cuz of Whitney but I can so wait if you will continue this.
I'll continue this. It's actually almost finished, so I'll be able to get started on COTW 47 really soon. :)
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Date: 2004-07-28 08:56 pm (UTC)Are you thinking of a sequel to Ace Reporter? *curious*
*bounces* I'm really looking forward to Whitney's return. Am so, sooooo, soooooooo happy he's alive. *snugs Whitney*
Rai
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Date: 2004-07-29 11:59 pm (UTC)As it stands in the show I've even wanted Martha to leave Jonathan as well. Yes, he means well, but meaning well *ain't* enough. His temper comes out and he says cruel cutting things.
Which is exactly where Clark has learned that despicable talent from, which ironically is damn good follow through on the series, but still, it makes me heart-sick.
Here, with Martha so strongly expressed, there is room for genuine healing. Damn, I wish you wrote for the series - heh, even without the slash.
Clark just laid it all out on the line and while Martha definitely blinked, she never wavered. I LOVE the way you write her.
I love the way you write Clark as well. It's so hard for him and he's genuinely frightened and beginning to think and you captured his place in all this so poignantly.
Morgan - God, my heart breaks most for him! And that is quite a testimonial to how deeply you're brought him to life for me. *sniff* I just wanna hug him. Heh, he's a beautiful soul for a murderer. *g*
Paying off the farm debts was great.
I'm actually looking forward to you showing the confrontation with Jonathan and not as an exercise in bashing. As mad as we all are at him, our hearts would still break if the show went back to DC pre Crisis canon and killed him off.
I actually think you can show Jonathan sympathetically and still allow the want to smack him co-exist. *g* He still needs to learn some home grown truths from Martha and from Clark. The question is, can he accept them? Or will he let his pride and stubbornness cost him evey good thing that has ever been in his life?
*You* are the one who can make those scenes sing. You've proved that amply in this series.
Again, I'm going to be so sorry when this story is complete - even though it clears the way for our sweet fated Clex.
I love the story and the titles coming through are working - I'm sensing you have what you need now.
Thank you, as always, for sharing this. I simply *love* this story.
{{Huggles}}
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Date: 2004-07-30 05:54 pm (UTC)I don't necessarly want her to *leave* him, but I do want Martha to lose her patience with him. He's a hotheaded jerk and he gets away with too much, and I wish Martha would let him know that. I get the vague impression that that's what we were supposed to think orginally, that he says something stupid, and she smacks him on the head backstage, but I defientely haven't been feeling that lately.
Here, with Martha so strongly expressed, there is room for genuine healing. Damn, I wish you wrote for the series - heh, even without the slash.
I wish I wrote for the series too. :)
Morgan - God, my heart breaks most for him! And that is quite a testimonial to how deeply you're brought him to life for me. *sniff* I just wanna hug him. Heh, he's a beautiful soul for a murderer. *g*
He's the Mona Lisa, remember? Beautiful, complex, quite, and does all his dirty work in the dead of night. (Oh, come on. YOu can't tell me the Mona Lisa hasn't killed a few people. Men. That's what she's hiding with that smile!;)
I'm actually looking forward to you showing the confrontation with Jonathan and not as an exercise in bashing. As mad as we all are at him, our hearts would still break if the show went back to DC pre Crisis canon and killed him off.
I didn't in this fic, and I dont' think I'll add in the scene. It doesn't *feel* right here the way I've got it laid out (as you'll see in the next part). However, I'm thinking of doing one of two things: One would be to write (in addition to the seuqel to LLAR) a fic that details the time between the end of this fic to when Clark and Lex first meet. The other is to build flashbacks into the sequel to LLAR and show it then. Because, I think you're right, and taht scene should be shown and would bring a lot of illumination to the whole Kent family dynamic, but I'm not sure if that would fit in here. It's such a Ka/Morgan, Clark/Morgan fic,and even though I've shown Martha, I'm hesitent to take it out of Metropolis too much. Does that make sense?
Thank you, thank you, thank you for the lovely detailed feedback. You've given me a lot of food for thought. :)