Touched by Fire - Part 10
I apologise for the gap between my last post and this, but I've been revising!
Title: Touched by Fire
Authour: Beloved
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Note: This fic would never have been continued had it not been for RogueSpike, greensloven, dianehc, bonnysprite and rose_etta, all of whom encouraged me - and all of whom deserve credit for more or less anything good in this, because they have written chunks of it!
They are absolute stars and wonderful people, and I thank God that I know them.
*squishy hugs*
Warning: Angst and self-harm!
Parts 1 & 2: http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/270958.html
Parts 3-5: http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/271124.html
Parts 6 & 7: http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/271594.html
Parts 8 & 9 http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/271770.html
Jonathon said nothing as the two boys took their seats (although Lex could see by the look on his face that it was an effort!), and actually nodded to Lex in return of Lex’s own greeting. And that was it out of the two Kent men, whose entire focus switched wholeheartedly to the food in front of them. Lex smiled fondly at Clark and shook his head, glad that Clark had an appetite, before returning his focus to his own meal.
Remembering the panic that she had seen on her sons face at the thought of revealing this latest trouble, Martha knew better than to bring it up during the meal, and so allowed everyone to eat their fill - especially pleased to see Lex having a second helping.
Having waited until desert had been served and partly consumed, Martha had decided it was about time to broach the topic at hand.
“Clark, you had something to share with your dad and me,” she glanced between all three men sitting before her, and was troubled by the distress visible in the eyes of the two boys.
She could see that Jonathon was already wound up to strike, so she made a point to slip her hand underneath the chair and on to his leg. If need be she’d dig her fingers in, to keep the man from doing anything rash.
Once again the two exchanged dialogue with their eyes. Her son really did not want to share with them whatever he had felt he could with Lex, and no matter how much she liked the young man, she could not help but feel a bit resentful about that. She was Clark’s mother, if he could not confide in her …
Finally, Lex started the ball rolling.
“I came to visit earlier, I’m not sure if you were aware of that. And well, I found …” Lex trailed off. It really wasn’t in his nature to be at a loss for words but, how does one reveal to their best friend’s parents that Clark had been harming himself? That their invincible boy was making himself bleed?
“He found me burned and bleeding.” Clark had been unable to watch Lex look so lost, especially not in front of his dad - who was almost as bad as Lionel Luthor when it came to jumping on Lex at any perceived sign of weakness.
“What?!” Jonathan as predicted had been ready to leap out of his seat, and it was only by the survival instinct inherent in any mother, that Martha managed to dig in deep enough to cause him to stay seated and wince, as she sat beside him in shock.
“I, I’ve been burning myself.”
Jonathan and Martha looked frantically between Lex and Clark, “He knows Mom, Dad … he knows everything.”
Title: Touched by Fire
Authour: Beloved
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Note: This fic would never have been continued had it not been for RogueSpike, greensloven, dianehc, bonnysprite and rose_etta, all of whom encouraged me - and all of whom deserve credit for more or less anything good in this, because they have written chunks of it!
They are absolute stars and wonderful people, and I thank God that I know them.
*squishy hugs*
Warning: Angst and self-harm!
Parts 1 & 2: http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/270958.html
Parts 3-5: http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/271124.html
Parts 6 & 7: http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/271594.html
Parts 8 & 9 http://ilovedoyle.livejournal.com/271770.html
Jonathon said nothing as the two boys took their seats (although Lex could see by the look on his face that it was an effort!), and actually nodded to Lex in return of Lex’s own greeting. And that was it out of the two Kent men, whose entire focus switched wholeheartedly to the food in front of them. Lex smiled fondly at Clark and shook his head, glad that Clark had an appetite, before returning his focus to his own meal.
Remembering the panic that she had seen on her sons face at the thought of revealing this latest trouble, Martha knew better than to bring it up during the meal, and so allowed everyone to eat their fill - especially pleased to see Lex having a second helping.
Having waited until desert had been served and partly consumed, Martha had decided it was about time to broach the topic at hand.
“Clark, you had something to share with your dad and me,” she glanced between all three men sitting before her, and was troubled by the distress visible in the eyes of the two boys.
She could see that Jonathon was already wound up to strike, so she made a point to slip her hand underneath the chair and on to his leg. If need be she’d dig her fingers in, to keep the man from doing anything rash.
Once again the two exchanged dialogue with their eyes. Her son really did not want to share with them whatever he had felt he could with Lex, and no matter how much she liked the young man, she could not help but feel a bit resentful about that. She was Clark’s mother, if he could not confide in her …
Finally, Lex started the ball rolling.
“I came to visit earlier, I’m not sure if you were aware of that. And well, I found …” Lex trailed off. It really wasn’t in his nature to be at a loss for words but, how does one reveal to their best friend’s parents that Clark had been harming himself? That their invincible boy was making himself bleed?
“He found me burned and bleeding.” Clark had been unable to watch Lex look so lost, especially not in front of his dad - who was almost as bad as Lionel Luthor when it came to jumping on Lex at any perceived sign of weakness.
“What?!” Jonathan as predicted had been ready to leap out of his seat, and it was only by the survival instinct inherent in any mother, that Martha managed to dig in deep enough to cause him to stay seated and wince, as she sat beside him in shock.
“I, I’ve been burning myself.”
Jonathan and Martha looked frantically between Lex and Clark, “He knows Mom, Dad … he knows everything.”