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serafina20Part 1-8
"Morgan?" Clark whispered, his chest tight and painful. He touched Morgan's cheek and winced at the hot, dry flesh under his fingers. Jesus, the man was burning up. "Morgan, wake up."
Morgan inhaled sharply and started coughing. His cough was deep and phlegmy. "Kal?" he choked out. He gestured at the water on his nightstand, still coughing.
"Yeah, it's me," Clark said, cheeks flushed. "Here." He pressed a glass of water into Morgan's slightly shaking hand.
He drank deeply, draining the glass. When it was empty, he handed it back to Clark and grabbed a tissue. "What are you doing here? Where's Lex?"
"Lex is seeing his therapist. I thought I'd come by and see how you were doing."
"Oh. Well, as you can see, I'm doing just fine." His smile was ironic.
"Are you okay?" Clark asked, heart pounding oddly. "You've been sick for so long, I'm getting worried."
"I'm old, Kal." Morgan pushed himself up, groaning as he did. He was breathing heavily as he leaned against his headboard, skin flushed. "I'm old, that's all." At Clark's worried gaze, he said, "I have a slight respiratory infection and it's not going away. It's because of my age."
"And the fact you ruined your lungs by smoking," Clark said gloomily. He constantly scanned Lex to make sure none of the tar he constantly inhaled stuck to his lungs. As long as it didn't, Clark wouldn't make a fuss, but the moment it did...
"I tried to quit," Morgan said with a fond smile. "After you. You were so concerned, and I thought it adorable. When you left, I had some half-baked notion that I'd do it for you. Just in case you came back. Just in case I let you stay." He coughed again.
"Yeah. I remember that when you came, after you kill Lionel, you didn't smell like smoke. Why did you start again?"
"I got stabbed." He pulled the neck of his pajamas aside to reveal the wicked looking scar on his right shoulder. "With my life, death lurks around every corner. Smoking seemed like a trivial concern."
"Which is why you should protect yourself." He took Morgan's hand and massaged his palm. "You should take care of yourself. You should..." Clark sighed and shook his head, feeling the bones creak underneath his fingers.
Morgan closed his hand over Clark's. "This is why I let you go. Because I knew I'd get old just as you got even more beautiful than any being on earth deserved to be."
"Oh, God, you're dying, aren't you?"
"Not yet. But I am feeling maudlin in my illness." He reached up and caressed Clark's cheek with his knuckles. "I gave you my blessing when you told me you wanted to marry Lex. I want you both to be happy." He kissed Clark's hand. "But I'm worried."
"Why?"
Morgan sighed heavily and dropped Clark's hand. "Lex hates me."
"No..."
"He thinks he does, then," he interrupted. "I ran into him a few weeks ago, and he's still angry at me. I don't blame him, what I did was unforgivable. His whole life...." Morgan stopped talking and ran a hand over his face. When he lowered it again, the pain and anguish from before were gone. "I have an incredible fortune, Kal. Greater than even Lionel Luthor's was. It would be enough to keep both you and him comfortable for the rest of your lives."
"But we're fine."
"I know you are. But what if Lex gets sick? What if someone finds you out? What if your parents get ill, or you and Lex decide to have children, or that rainy day you weren't expecting arrives? I want to know that the two of you are provided for. That if this life gets to be too much for either one of you, you have the option of leaving it. Of coasting and enjoying yourselves."
Clark smiled grimly, hearing what Morgan wasn't saying. "Lex is going to be fine. He's not going to have another mental break. Lionel isn't here anymore."
"No. Lionel is gone, but the damage remains. I just need to know he'll be taken care of." Morgan cleared his throat. "I’m going to change my will. I'll name you my benefactor, instead of Lex. I know you'll make sure he's taken care of, and I can't trust Lex to take care of himself."
Clark's throat felt dry. He swallowed hard, heart pounding. "Morgan, do you really think that's a good idea?"
"It's the only way I can be sure the money won't be given to charity or whatever Lex was planning to do with it."
He thought quickly, trying to find a way to salvage this situation. He hated it, hated the whole thing.
Morgan loved Lex, Clark knew that. Lex couldn't see it, but he'd be hurt and confused if Morgan took the money away from him. He'd turn against Clark and accuse him of using Lex for the money. And the worst part would be that Lex would only do it because he was scared; he would never actually think Clark used him. He'd just react without thinking.
Finally, he settled on a plan. It was risky, but Clark knew how much Lex wanted to find some sort of happy medium when it came to Morgan. There might be hope of him accepting his inheritance willingly.
The problem was doing it before Morgan died. Not that Clark thought Morgan would die soon--he was too stubborn and strong for that--but he'd been sick for so long, and he was getting old. It was time to really start preparing for the future.
"Don’t do it yet," he said at last. "I want to try and get you and Lex to sit down and talk before you decide this. Maybe he'll come around."
"After only two days of therapy?"
"I’m an optimist. After all, I got him to say yes to marrying me." He smiled crookedly. "Give me a few weeks? No will changing, no dying until then, okay?"
Morgan studied him a moment. "I know you're Superman, but Lex is an unmovable object when he sets his mind to something."
"I know. But he went to see a therapist. He's fighting depression and trying to understand his history. His past. And Lex needs to know that he had at least one father who loves him. Maybe not wisely," he added dryly. "But you love him as much as any father I've ever seen."
"Thank you, Clark." Morgan reached out and squeezed Clark's hand. "But I can't imagine that this is what brought you here today."
"No. I came for a couple of reasons. Quentin called and told me that you were sick, and I wanted to see you before Lex and I left town for the weekend."
"Where are you going?"
"My folks. We need to get away, and we both love it there, so... Although, I do have to say, I was hoping Lex would choose someplace a little more private than my parent's house." He sighed and thought wistfully of Lex lying naked on a bed next to a huge window overlooking the ocean. He thought of having an entire cottage to themselves in the middle of nowhere, where Lex could sleep and relax, and they could make love during the odd hours of the day.
Clark sighed again and thought of Lex and him sitting on the front porch swing, tucked under a blanket, drinking hot chocolate and listening to crickets chirping. "But it'll be nice. Um, you have my cell phone number..."
"And your home phone," Morgan said with a soft smile. "I do have ways of getting around legalities, remember."
"Of course. Call?"
"If anything happens, you'll know."
"Good. Promise me that you'll rest until your fever breaks."
"I will."
He hesitated a moment running his hand over Morgan's bedspread. It was, of course, different from the one he'd slept under during his stay here, but just as luxurious and comfortable as that one had been. Everything was so much the same, so familiar. It had only been three months, but this penthouse had felt like home. Sometimes, it was disorienting coming back and not walking into his room and throwing himself on the bed.
"Something on your mind, Kal?"
"Um, it's... it's a little weird. But I was wondering if you had any of Lex's clothes from when he was a kid." When Morgan looked at him with a bemused expression on his face, Clark added, "Mom wants to make us a quilt, for our bed after we're married. It's going to be made up of scraps of our clothes, and our clothes from when we were kids, but, um, I don't know if Lex has any. He and I are going to check his storage unit tonight--although he doesn't know about the quilt yet--but Lionel Luthor doesn't seem the sentimental type to me."
Morgan shook his head and threw the covers off him. "He wasn't the sentimental type," he said, struggling out of bed.
Instead of protesting as he wanted to, Clark simply rose and got Morgan's robe. He helped Morgan put it on and tied it around him firmly.
"When he found out that Lillian had saved the all of Lex's baby clothes, he grew scornful and ordered them to be thrown away. He did throw them away, in fact, but Lex's nanny rescued them for Lillian. And I brought them here." Morgan put his slippers on and slowly made his way across the hall to Clark's old room.
It was exactly the same. Everything was in place: the bed, the sheets, the clothing in the closets. All Clark's, all the same.
"Wow."
"Unlike Lionel, I have always been a sentimentalist."
"The bucket's in here," Clark said shaking his head. He went to the bed and picked up the ice bucket that was sitting on the nightstand. "I'd always thought you were sexy. I mean, when I saw you in the club, I really noticed you. The way you looked and dressed. The way you moved. You stood out. And when you hired me, I figured it'd be okay to sleep with you. But it wasn't until after you sent me to Lane Enterprises and I had that episode. I came back, too the ring off, and soaked in the bath to cool down with the bucket of ice. When you got back, you came in and started rubbing ice on my forehead. That I really started to want you." He put the bucket back down. "And you wouldn't touch me."
Morgan was smiling at the memory. "You were so young, and I knew that you were nervous. I was afraid if I took you too soon, you'd leave, and I knew I had nothing to make you stay. In the end, you weren't really interested in the trappings of wealth, and I wasn't young enough for you to jump into experimentation eagerly. I knew I had to seduce you and to do that, I had to find ways to drive you insane with need."
"You succeeded." Clark went to Morgan and kissed him softly. "Thank you."
"You need to stop thanking me. I was a selfish old man who didn't want anyone playing with his toy."
"But don't you see, by being selfish, you made my world safe. I told you what my first time was like; do you think that he would have been the end? Eventually, I would have done it again, and it would have been worse."
"Not necessarily."
Clark shook his head. "With the crowd I was running around with, yes, it would have. By the time Mom came to take me home, or by the time I decided to go home, I probably would have been turned off to sex. Or." He licked his lips. "Would never trust anyone enough to get that close. And Lex would be going through all of this alone. Or, worse, with someone who couldn't support him through this."
Morgan shook his head and cupped Clark's cheek. "Kal, you give yourself far too little credit. Remember, you choose to start charging for blowjobs in the bathroom of the Atlantis, and you controlled each and every one of those men. You chose to refuse me for two weeks straight, and you chose to leave. You would have chose not to fuck around if you weren't getting any enjoyment from it. And then, when you grew up and started meeting nice men, you would have tried it again and discovered what it could be like."
"But there never would have been anyone like you," Clark said, putting his hand over Morgan's. "You taught me that dirty, kinky sex could be had by two people who cared about each other, something I could never convince Jason of."
"Jason?"
"My first serious boyfriend. There were a few times where I was just absolutely insatiable, so, when he couldn't get it up anymore, I asked him to use a toy on me. He refused and said that it was perverted and sick." Luckily, Lex didn't have that problem. In fact, he rather liked using toys on Clark and watching him get off.
Morgan just smiled, kissed the inner skin of Clark's wrist, and pulled away. "I have a box of his clothes in here," he said, opening the closet. The box was in the back, behind a bunch of shoes that had belonged to Clark.
Clark got it for Morgan, who was breathing heavily. He still wasn't sweating, and heat seemed to be radiating from him. "Sit," he ordered, putting the box on the bed.
Morgan complied and collapsed on the bed. He coughed heavily, the thick, wet sound filling the room.
"Jesus, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Maybe you should go to the hospital."
"I’m fine, Kal." Even his words seemed labored. "Perhaps I should return to bed."
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea." He picked Morgan up carefully, ignoring the protests. "Sleep. And I'm calling Quentin. I don't want you to be alone."
Morgan smiled and closed his eyes as Clark set him back into his bed. "You're too good to me, Kal. Such a big heart, even to the man who helped break his love."
"You didn't break him. You gave him to me." Clark pressed his lips to Morgan's hot forehead, and then rested his own against it. "I look at him, and see all the best parts of you and of Lillian. I know that, despite Lionel's wishes, he was created not for his need for an heir, but out of love. And one day, he'll know that, too. I promise."
TBC
"Morgan?" Clark whispered, his chest tight and painful. He touched Morgan's cheek and winced at the hot, dry flesh under his fingers. Jesus, the man was burning up. "Morgan, wake up."
Morgan inhaled sharply and started coughing. His cough was deep and phlegmy. "Kal?" he choked out. He gestured at the water on his nightstand, still coughing.
"Yeah, it's me," Clark said, cheeks flushed. "Here." He pressed a glass of water into Morgan's slightly shaking hand.
He drank deeply, draining the glass. When it was empty, he handed it back to Clark and grabbed a tissue. "What are you doing here? Where's Lex?"
"Lex is seeing his therapist. I thought I'd come by and see how you were doing."
"Oh. Well, as you can see, I'm doing just fine." His smile was ironic.
"Are you okay?" Clark asked, heart pounding oddly. "You've been sick for so long, I'm getting worried."
"I'm old, Kal." Morgan pushed himself up, groaning as he did. He was breathing heavily as he leaned against his headboard, skin flushed. "I'm old, that's all." At Clark's worried gaze, he said, "I have a slight respiratory infection and it's not going away. It's because of my age."
"And the fact you ruined your lungs by smoking," Clark said gloomily. He constantly scanned Lex to make sure none of the tar he constantly inhaled stuck to his lungs. As long as it didn't, Clark wouldn't make a fuss, but the moment it did...
"I tried to quit," Morgan said with a fond smile. "After you. You were so concerned, and I thought it adorable. When you left, I had some half-baked notion that I'd do it for you. Just in case you came back. Just in case I let you stay." He coughed again.
"Yeah. I remember that when you came, after you kill Lionel, you didn't smell like smoke. Why did you start again?"
"I got stabbed." He pulled the neck of his pajamas aside to reveal the wicked looking scar on his right shoulder. "With my life, death lurks around every corner. Smoking seemed like a trivial concern."
"Which is why you should protect yourself." He took Morgan's hand and massaged his palm. "You should take care of yourself. You should..." Clark sighed and shook his head, feeling the bones creak underneath his fingers.
Morgan closed his hand over Clark's. "This is why I let you go. Because I knew I'd get old just as you got even more beautiful than any being on earth deserved to be."
"Oh, God, you're dying, aren't you?"
"Not yet. But I am feeling maudlin in my illness." He reached up and caressed Clark's cheek with his knuckles. "I gave you my blessing when you told me you wanted to marry Lex. I want you both to be happy." He kissed Clark's hand. "But I'm worried."
"Why?"
Morgan sighed heavily and dropped Clark's hand. "Lex hates me."
"No..."
"He thinks he does, then," he interrupted. "I ran into him a few weeks ago, and he's still angry at me. I don't blame him, what I did was unforgivable. His whole life...." Morgan stopped talking and ran a hand over his face. When he lowered it again, the pain and anguish from before were gone. "I have an incredible fortune, Kal. Greater than even Lionel Luthor's was. It would be enough to keep both you and him comfortable for the rest of your lives."
"But we're fine."
"I know you are. But what if Lex gets sick? What if someone finds you out? What if your parents get ill, or you and Lex decide to have children, or that rainy day you weren't expecting arrives? I want to know that the two of you are provided for. That if this life gets to be too much for either one of you, you have the option of leaving it. Of coasting and enjoying yourselves."
Clark smiled grimly, hearing what Morgan wasn't saying. "Lex is going to be fine. He's not going to have another mental break. Lionel isn't here anymore."
"No. Lionel is gone, but the damage remains. I just need to know he'll be taken care of." Morgan cleared his throat. "I’m going to change my will. I'll name you my benefactor, instead of Lex. I know you'll make sure he's taken care of, and I can't trust Lex to take care of himself."
Clark's throat felt dry. He swallowed hard, heart pounding. "Morgan, do you really think that's a good idea?"
"It's the only way I can be sure the money won't be given to charity or whatever Lex was planning to do with it."
He thought quickly, trying to find a way to salvage this situation. He hated it, hated the whole thing.
Morgan loved Lex, Clark knew that. Lex couldn't see it, but he'd be hurt and confused if Morgan took the money away from him. He'd turn against Clark and accuse him of using Lex for the money. And the worst part would be that Lex would only do it because he was scared; he would never actually think Clark used him. He'd just react without thinking.
Finally, he settled on a plan. It was risky, but Clark knew how much Lex wanted to find some sort of happy medium when it came to Morgan. There might be hope of him accepting his inheritance willingly.
The problem was doing it before Morgan died. Not that Clark thought Morgan would die soon--he was too stubborn and strong for that--but he'd been sick for so long, and he was getting old. It was time to really start preparing for the future.
"Don’t do it yet," he said at last. "I want to try and get you and Lex to sit down and talk before you decide this. Maybe he'll come around."
"After only two days of therapy?"
"I’m an optimist. After all, I got him to say yes to marrying me." He smiled crookedly. "Give me a few weeks? No will changing, no dying until then, okay?"
Morgan studied him a moment. "I know you're Superman, but Lex is an unmovable object when he sets his mind to something."
"I know. But he went to see a therapist. He's fighting depression and trying to understand his history. His past. And Lex needs to know that he had at least one father who loves him. Maybe not wisely," he added dryly. "But you love him as much as any father I've ever seen."
"Thank you, Clark." Morgan reached out and squeezed Clark's hand. "But I can't imagine that this is what brought you here today."
"No. I came for a couple of reasons. Quentin called and told me that you were sick, and I wanted to see you before Lex and I left town for the weekend."
"Where are you going?"
"My folks. We need to get away, and we both love it there, so... Although, I do have to say, I was hoping Lex would choose someplace a little more private than my parent's house." He sighed and thought wistfully of Lex lying naked on a bed next to a huge window overlooking the ocean. He thought of having an entire cottage to themselves in the middle of nowhere, where Lex could sleep and relax, and they could make love during the odd hours of the day.
Clark sighed again and thought of Lex and him sitting on the front porch swing, tucked under a blanket, drinking hot chocolate and listening to crickets chirping. "But it'll be nice. Um, you have my cell phone number..."
"And your home phone," Morgan said with a soft smile. "I do have ways of getting around legalities, remember."
"Of course. Call?"
"If anything happens, you'll know."
"Good. Promise me that you'll rest until your fever breaks."
"I will."
He hesitated a moment running his hand over Morgan's bedspread. It was, of course, different from the one he'd slept under during his stay here, but just as luxurious and comfortable as that one had been. Everything was so much the same, so familiar. It had only been three months, but this penthouse had felt like home. Sometimes, it was disorienting coming back and not walking into his room and throwing himself on the bed.
"Something on your mind, Kal?"
"Um, it's... it's a little weird. But I was wondering if you had any of Lex's clothes from when he was a kid." When Morgan looked at him with a bemused expression on his face, Clark added, "Mom wants to make us a quilt, for our bed after we're married. It's going to be made up of scraps of our clothes, and our clothes from when we were kids, but, um, I don't know if Lex has any. He and I are going to check his storage unit tonight--although he doesn't know about the quilt yet--but Lionel Luthor doesn't seem the sentimental type to me."
Morgan shook his head and threw the covers off him. "He wasn't the sentimental type," he said, struggling out of bed.
Instead of protesting as he wanted to, Clark simply rose and got Morgan's robe. He helped Morgan put it on and tied it around him firmly.
"When he found out that Lillian had saved the all of Lex's baby clothes, he grew scornful and ordered them to be thrown away. He did throw them away, in fact, but Lex's nanny rescued them for Lillian. And I brought them here." Morgan put his slippers on and slowly made his way across the hall to Clark's old room.
It was exactly the same. Everything was in place: the bed, the sheets, the clothing in the closets. All Clark's, all the same.
"Wow."
"Unlike Lionel, I have always been a sentimentalist."
"The bucket's in here," Clark said shaking his head. He went to the bed and picked up the ice bucket that was sitting on the nightstand. "I'd always thought you were sexy. I mean, when I saw you in the club, I really noticed you. The way you looked and dressed. The way you moved. You stood out. And when you hired me, I figured it'd be okay to sleep with you. But it wasn't until after you sent me to Lane Enterprises and I had that episode. I came back, too the ring off, and soaked in the bath to cool down with the bucket of ice. When you got back, you came in and started rubbing ice on my forehead. That I really started to want you." He put the bucket back down. "And you wouldn't touch me."
Morgan was smiling at the memory. "You were so young, and I knew that you were nervous. I was afraid if I took you too soon, you'd leave, and I knew I had nothing to make you stay. In the end, you weren't really interested in the trappings of wealth, and I wasn't young enough for you to jump into experimentation eagerly. I knew I had to seduce you and to do that, I had to find ways to drive you insane with need."
"You succeeded." Clark went to Morgan and kissed him softly. "Thank you."
"You need to stop thanking me. I was a selfish old man who didn't want anyone playing with his toy."
"But don't you see, by being selfish, you made my world safe. I told you what my first time was like; do you think that he would have been the end? Eventually, I would have done it again, and it would have been worse."
"Not necessarily."
Clark shook his head. "With the crowd I was running around with, yes, it would have. By the time Mom came to take me home, or by the time I decided to go home, I probably would have been turned off to sex. Or." He licked his lips. "Would never trust anyone enough to get that close. And Lex would be going through all of this alone. Or, worse, with someone who couldn't support him through this."
Morgan shook his head and cupped Clark's cheek. "Kal, you give yourself far too little credit. Remember, you choose to start charging for blowjobs in the bathroom of the Atlantis, and you controlled each and every one of those men. You chose to refuse me for two weeks straight, and you chose to leave. You would have chose not to fuck around if you weren't getting any enjoyment from it. And then, when you grew up and started meeting nice men, you would have tried it again and discovered what it could be like."
"But there never would have been anyone like you," Clark said, putting his hand over Morgan's. "You taught me that dirty, kinky sex could be had by two people who cared about each other, something I could never convince Jason of."
"Jason?"
"My first serious boyfriend. There were a few times where I was just absolutely insatiable, so, when he couldn't get it up anymore, I asked him to use a toy on me. He refused and said that it was perverted and sick." Luckily, Lex didn't have that problem. In fact, he rather liked using toys on Clark and watching him get off.
Morgan just smiled, kissed the inner skin of Clark's wrist, and pulled away. "I have a box of his clothes in here," he said, opening the closet. The box was in the back, behind a bunch of shoes that had belonged to Clark.
Clark got it for Morgan, who was breathing heavily. He still wasn't sweating, and heat seemed to be radiating from him. "Sit," he ordered, putting the box on the bed.
Morgan complied and collapsed on the bed. He coughed heavily, the thick, wet sound filling the room.
"Jesus, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Maybe you should go to the hospital."
"I’m fine, Kal." Even his words seemed labored. "Perhaps I should return to bed."
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea." He picked Morgan up carefully, ignoring the protests. "Sleep. And I'm calling Quentin. I don't want you to be alone."
Morgan smiled and closed his eyes as Clark set him back into his bed. "You're too good to me, Kal. Such a big heart, even to the man who helped break his love."
"You didn't break him. You gave him to me." Clark pressed his lips to Morgan's hot forehead, and then rested his own against it. "I look at him, and see all the best parts of you and of Lillian. I know that, despite Lionel's wishes, he was created not for his need for an heir, but out of love. And one day, he'll know that, too. I promise."
TBC
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Date: 2004-09-18 11:41 pm (UTC)ahhh, a trip down memory lane with Kal and Morgan. Nice.
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:44 am (UTC)**gently hugs Morgan**
Date: 2004-09-19 02:46 am (UTC)Dammit, I'm getting all teary eyed.
Excellent chapter.
**hugs**
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:45 am (UTC)Oh, this was beautiful and I don't wanna see Morgan die!
I dont' either! I'll try and prevent it from happening, but there's only so mucha poor girl can do. *sniff*
Excellent chapter.
Thanks!
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Date: 2004-09-19 07:06 am (UTC)I love the idea that Morgan kept Lex's baby clothes in Clark's room, it seems right somehow.
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:46 am (UTC)It's like desitny, isn't it?
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Date: 2004-09-19 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 06:47 am (UTC)It helps that they both love Lex so much that he's their number one priority. If Morgan was the jealous type, or loved Lex less, it woudln't work. Luckily, my boys is mature. :)
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Date: 2004-09-19 09:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 06:49 am (UTC)I'm glad it's still there, too. Morgan really was a kind of mentor to Clark, in more than just sex. I'm glad that he's still willing to be there for both Clark and his son. He's proof positive that you can be a murder and criminal, and still be decent to those you love.
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Date: 2004-09-19 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 06:49 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2004-09-20 11:35 am (UTC)What a delightful set of conundrums you've created! I adore that they really have to work through them, it makes the resolution that much more satisfying. Look forward to seeing what happens next! *g*
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:51 am (UTC)See, but with Victoria, it was all about power, all about Lionel fucking over Lex, and all about business. They didn't care about each otehr at all. And while Lex may not be able to see the difference now, neither Clark nor Morgan slept together to hurt Lex; they just happened to, eventually, really care about each other. And they wouldn't do it again now because they know how much it'd kill Lex. I just hope that, eventually, Lex will be able to see that.
Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2004-09-20 12:38 pm (UTC)I’m an optimist. LOL! No kidding, Clark!
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:51 am (UTC)Thank you!