Fic: Hollow Comfort (Clexy gen, G)

[sue_dreams]

Title: Hollow Comfort
Category:
Rating: G
Word Count: 1216
Challenge/Prompt: CLFF Wave 34, the Autumn challenge. Words were: 9. ghost, 11. monster, and 15. All Hallow's Eve
Warning/Notes: Does not contradict any current (mid-season 9) canon regarding character statuses. (ie, Lex is dead.) Includes some DCU elements and characters.
Thanks to: Beta M

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[sue_dreams]

Lex is a mature adult. He's independent, self-contained. He's wrapped his own cracked ribs on more than one occasion, sewn a knife wound on another. His body fights off plagues and poisons. He's not invincible, but he's damn near indestructible through his determination and strength of will.

None of which explains how a measly cold has him tucked him in bed being waited on by not one, not two, but three people. Martha feeds him soup and Mercy stares him down when he tries to work. When Lex gets extremely bored, Martha reads from a book she picked out of his library. When he gets cranky, Mercy bickers with him until he's fit for softer company.

And in and around all of that, Clark holds him up so he can shower and Clark roughs his feet when they're cold. Clark holds him and kisses him when reading and bickering just won't do and it's Clark who tucks him in at two o'clock in the afternoon, when Lex's exhaustion finally wins out over his determination.

It's also Clark he wakes up next to later, the cycle starting over as Martha brings food in for the both of them, Mercy standing with her arms crossed in the doorway and stopping him from asking if anyone's taken his company out from beneath his feet yet.

[seagull2eagle]

ROTFL! ^___________^

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I particularly love the image of Clark tucking him in when Lex finally gives in. The look on Clark's face of loving exasperation combined with tendering caring as he smooths the blanket over Lex's chest and then lightly touches Lex's face, tracing the worry lines. Then he bends down to kiss Lex softly, hand on his forehead, before going over to the armchair on the side where he picks up a book and quietly waits as Lex sleeps.

[sue_dreams]

Forehead kissing! I wonder how long of a fic you could feasibly (and interestingly) write with a focus on forehead kissing.

Like... hm... This? Is fluffy goodness and I like it.