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Man, I was dreading this one, because I spent weeks, weeks with that story refusing to move that story forward because they were hung up on precisely this issue. Clark wasn't budging, Lex wasn't budging, the story wasn't budging. But once I figured out where this timestamp story was set, it all came together really easily, and Lex, I think, has finally worked through his trauma! So, thanks.
(Oh, and since Jonathan Kent is alive in the stories, he's alive here. In case the reference to the Kents trips you up.)
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"I think I'm supposed to say 'I thought I'd find you here,'" Clark said as he slid into the pew next to Lex. "But I really didn't."
Lex shrugged. Dinner with the Kents had been fine, as always: ten years with their son and they almost sort of trusted him now. After the meal, while Clark helped out with the hundred things that always needed doing on the farm, Lex had gone for a drive, just tooling around Smallville, thinking. When he'd come to the church, he'd turned the car into the parking lot like it was where he'd been planning to go all along.
"Something wrong, Lex?"
"I'll give my father this much," Lex said. "He taught me to face my fears."
"Like hell he did." Clark folded his arms across his chest and glowered. "He taught you to ignore your fears, to push them down into some dumb box and repress them."
"It's the same thing, Clark."
"Tell it to someone who's never heard you have a nightmare."
Lex tilted his head back and stared up at the church ceiling. The vaulted arches didn't need to be there: they were an architectural frill, something someone thought would make the church look older and more distinguished than a prairie farm-town church could ever be. Or maybe they just thought it would be beautiful.
"I have a lot of nightmares about this place," he said. "I thought I should face them."
Clark leaned against him a little, his shoulder a comfortable weight against Lex's side. "And?"
"Like most monsters, I think, they're less impressive in the cold clear light of day." Lex took a deep breath. "If I'm not willing to marry you, Clark, then I'm still letting Helen run my life. I'm not prepared to give her that sort of victory. She could barely plan an escape route."
Clark's eyebrows went up. "So, if she'd been a better homicidal maniac...?"
"Well," Lex admitted, "then we probably wouldn't be having this conversation at all."
"Probably not." Clark nudged him with his shoulder. "So you're feeling better about commitment?"
"The commitment was never the issue," Lex insisted. "Just the form it took."
"Well, OK." Clark turned in his seat, and took Lex's hands in his own. "Then... Lex, will you marry me?"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
Clark shook his head in disbelief. "Is that a yes?"
"That's the point --" It took Lex a second: he'd never been on the other side of a proposal. "Oh. Yes, Clark, I will. Yes."
Clark grinned and kissed him for that, fervent and flushed happy, and Lex reflected that some things were indeed probably worth the wait.
I don't know that I ever feedback-ed this - I was going through my inbox and saw that I still had the notice, bad me...
I actually really liked this. Lex getting philosophical and his man, very nice. I like that Lex obliquely "asked" Clark to marry him, but Clark was the one to spell it out - this was very much in keeping with their personalities.
(Oh, and since Jonathan Kent is alive in the stories, he's alive here. In case the reference to the Kents trips you up.)
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"I think I'm supposed to say 'I thought I'd find you here,'" Clark said as he slid into the pew next to Lex. "But I really didn't."
Lex shrugged. Dinner with the Kents had been fine, as always: ten years with their son and they almost sort of trusted him now. After the meal, while Clark helped out with the hundred things that always needed doing on the farm, Lex had gone for a drive, just tooling around Smallville, thinking. When he'd come to the church, he'd turned the car into the parking lot like it was where he'd been planning to go all along.
"Something wrong, Lex?"
"I'll give my father this much," Lex said. "He taught me to face my fears."
"Like hell he did." Clark folded his arms across his chest and glowered. "He taught you to ignore your fears, to push them down into some dumb box and repress them."
"It's the same thing, Clark."
"Tell it to someone who's never heard you have a nightmare."
Lex tilted his head back and stared up at the church ceiling. The vaulted arches didn't need to be there: they were an architectural frill, something someone thought would make the church look older and more distinguished than a prairie farm-town church could ever be. Or maybe they just thought it would be beautiful.
"I have a lot of nightmares about this place," he said. "I thought I should face them."
Clark leaned against him a little, his shoulder a comfortable weight against Lex's side. "And?"
"Like most monsters, I think, they're less impressive in the cold clear light of day." Lex took a deep breath. "If I'm not willing to marry you, Clark, then I'm still letting Helen run my life. I'm not prepared to give her that sort of victory. She could barely plan an escape route."
Clark's eyebrows went up. "So, if she'd been a better homicidal maniac...?"
"Well," Lex admitted, "then we probably wouldn't be having this conversation at all."
"Probably not." Clark nudged him with his shoulder. "So you're feeling better about commitment?"
"The commitment was never the issue," Lex insisted. "Just the form it took."
"Well, OK." Clark turned in his seat, and took Lex's hands in his own. "Then... Lex, will you marry me?"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
Clark shook his head in disbelief. "Is that a yes?"
"That's the point --" It took Lex a second: he'd never been on the other side of a proposal. "Oh. Yes, Clark, I will. Yes."
Clark grinned and kissed him for that, fervent and flushed happy, and Lex reflected that some things were indeed probably worth the wait.
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I adored this.
Especially, "Oh. Yes, Clark, I will. Yes."
*does a little snoopy dance*
Thank you!
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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I actually really liked this. Lex getting philosophical and his man, very nice. I like that Lex obliquely "asked" Clark to marry him, but Clark was the one to spell it out - this was very much in keeping with their personalities.
[Helen] could barely plan an escape route.
My favorite line! And heee!
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