The Odd Couple 8.7
Woozy.
Heros cool.
VM is all right, but some of the magic is lost.
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When Lex finally rose for the day, his eyes still burned with lack of sleep. He had tossed and turned plenty, going over in his mind if he could have done anything differently. But Clark would remain loyal to his boyfriend, he wasn’t the cheating type. It was an accident and the sooner Lex drilled that word into his mind the better off he would be. But the pain in his chest didn’t seem to ease. He dozed on and off but snapped awake after realizing that the warm lump he had circled his arms around was his pillow and not acquiescent farm boy.
He woke and got dressed all in black, the clothing a mirror of his mood.
The kitchen was strangely quiet as he entered, then saw that it was devoid of persons. He made coffee and toast, eating hastily. Clark had always eaten breakfast in the morning since he had moved in. Now getting the area back to himself, Lex found he did not enjoy the solace as much as he thought he would.
He turned on the radio to ease his nerves.
And in other news, the Gotham Bats are taking the Metropolis Sharks on in just two weeks. Coach Henderson of the Sharks says his team has the home team advantage, but Coach ‘Fazzy’ Bearstein says that they’ll stomp through any offense. What do you think, Terry?
Lex quickly switched to another station, not wanting to wrap his brain around the possibility of the Sharks losing, and his subsequent confrontation after what happened last night. Bruce had a strange code of honor when it came to bets.
I won’t survive it.
Like the time Lex had pulled back on a dare, and ended up streaking across campus when his clothes were stolen from his locker. Playgirl had to ask for the rights to publish his picture of him running with an orange road cone covering his delicate bits. Sales for that month of the magazine went through the roof. He declined a full spread offer.
Lex knew he had gotten of lightly, and next time would be even more humiliating.
He turned on the radio to work.
And the Dow Jones closed at 11, 852 yesterday. In local news LuthorCorp is bottoming out at a mere five hundred per share, cut in half from this time last year. Let’s take it to Dee Dee in the traffic room. Hi, there, everyone! This is Dee Dee Cummings, and here’s the traffic report. Look out below on Highway 95 going into downtown Metropolis. There was a massive smack up involving fifteen cars last night, with a trucker gone over the edge by the Canal street ramp. Several people had minor injuries, but they were all pulled clear before any explosions. Even the trucker got out! Police are calling it a miracle that no one died. There are still clean up crews doing their best, but it would be better to take the city streets if you want to get somewhere before Christmas...
The day went by without incident, and even Lucas managed to write back.
Hey Bro,
You know I don’t do formal well. But I’ll play nice and do dress up if there’s some Mai Tai’s and a dozen or so sexy girls hanging on my arm. Show girls out here are not all they’re cracked up to be. The betting has been going well though. No loan sharks on my tail yet, not to worry. Even made a few connections for the biz if you’re into more techno stuff. They have these invention shows with plenty of dorks like yourself. Quantum Leaps and Zero Theories and lots of heavy mouth breathing. They’re your breed all right. Though you get laid. Except whenever you aren’t doing any heavy mouth breathing over Clark Bent.
Cheers,
Lucas
P.S. Just kidding. I’ll bring a date. Hell, an upstanding citizen that even that unholy bastard, er, dad, won’t be proud of.
Lex sighed and rubbed his temples as he closed his computer and got ready to leave.
His phone rang.
“Mr. Luthor, it’s Greg from security. Long time no see. I finally got something. One of your list people has been caught trying to sell something that belongs to you. I broke him down most effectively.”
“Another of Lionel’s spies?” Lex closed his eyes wearily.
“I don’t think so. One, because Lionel wouldn’t want this information to get out. Two, because the man stole it from one of the store houses that through several paper trails turns out to be owned by Luthorcorp.” Greg’s reasoning was sound.
“Why do you say it belongs to me?”
Lex felt a dark sense of foreboding coming over him in waves.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Greg’s next words proved him right.
“The man says it contains footage of your time at Belle Reve.”
Heros cool.
VM is all right, but some of the magic is lost.
~~~
~~~
When Lex finally rose for the day, his eyes still burned with lack of sleep. He had tossed and turned plenty, going over in his mind if he could have done anything differently. But Clark would remain loyal to his boyfriend, he wasn’t the cheating type. It was an accident and the sooner Lex drilled that word into his mind the better off he would be. But the pain in his chest didn’t seem to ease. He dozed on and off but snapped awake after realizing that the warm lump he had circled his arms around was his pillow and not acquiescent farm boy.
He woke and got dressed all in black, the clothing a mirror of his mood.
The kitchen was strangely quiet as he entered, then saw that it was devoid of persons. He made coffee and toast, eating hastily. Clark had always eaten breakfast in the morning since he had moved in. Now getting the area back to himself, Lex found he did not enjoy the solace as much as he thought he would.
He turned on the radio to ease his nerves.
And in other news, the Gotham Bats are taking the Metropolis Sharks on in just two weeks. Coach Henderson of the Sharks says his team has the home team advantage, but Coach ‘Fazzy’ Bearstein says that they’ll stomp through any offense. What do you think, Terry?
Lex quickly switched to another station, not wanting to wrap his brain around the possibility of the Sharks losing, and his subsequent confrontation after what happened last night. Bruce had a strange code of honor when it came to bets.
I won’t survive it.
Like the time Lex had pulled back on a dare, and ended up streaking across campus when his clothes were stolen from his locker. Playgirl had to ask for the rights to publish his picture of him running with an orange road cone covering his delicate bits. Sales for that month of the magazine went through the roof. He declined a full spread offer.
Lex knew he had gotten of lightly, and next time would be even more humiliating.
He turned on the radio to work.
And the Dow Jones closed at 11, 852 yesterday. In local news LuthorCorp is bottoming out at a mere five hundred per share, cut in half from this time last year. Let’s take it to Dee Dee in the traffic room. Hi, there, everyone! This is Dee Dee Cummings, and here’s the traffic report. Look out below on Highway 95 going into downtown Metropolis. There was a massive smack up involving fifteen cars last night, with a trucker gone over the edge by the Canal street ramp. Several people had minor injuries, but they were all pulled clear before any explosions. Even the trucker got out! Police are calling it a miracle that no one died. There are still clean up crews doing their best, but it would be better to take the city streets if you want to get somewhere before Christmas...
The day went by without incident, and even Lucas managed to write back.
Hey Bro,
You know I don’t do formal well. But I’ll play nice and do dress up if there’s some Mai Tai’s and a dozen or so sexy girls hanging on my arm. Show girls out here are not all they’re cracked up to be. The betting has been going well though. No loan sharks on my tail yet, not to worry. Even made a few connections for the biz if you’re into more techno stuff. They have these invention shows with plenty of dorks like yourself. Quantum Leaps and Zero Theories and lots of heavy mouth breathing. They’re your breed all right. Though you get laid. Except whenever you aren’t doing any heavy mouth breathing over Clark Bent.
Cheers,
Lucas
P.S. Just kidding. I’ll bring a date. Hell, an upstanding citizen that even that unholy bastard, er, dad, won’t be proud of.
Lex sighed and rubbed his temples as he closed his computer and got ready to leave.
His phone rang.
“Mr. Luthor, it’s Greg from security. Long time no see. I finally got something. One of your list people has been caught trying to sell something that belongs to you. I broke him down most effectively.”
“Another of Lionel’s spies?” Lex closed his eyes wearily.
“I don’t think so. One, because Lionel wouldn’t want this information to get out. Two, because the man stole it from one of the store houses that through several paper trails turns out to be owned by Luthorcorp.” Greg’s reasoning was sound.
“Why do you say it belongs to me?”
Lex felt a dark sense of foreboding coming over him in waves.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Greg’s next words proved him right.
“The man says it contains footage of your time at Belle Reve.”