Into Dust

Into Dust
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: If he can’t find true love…the blessing of the Moon will become his eternal curse. MM, Language.

Chapter Nine

Clark took me along with him later that evening to return the truck to Lex Luthor. The inside of the truck was just as nice as the outside and the sound system was awesome, too. We were jamming as we flew down the road.

“Clark,” I yelled over the really loud music, “Do you have your license, already?”

“No,” Clark yelled back as he turned onto a different road, “I don’t!”

I started laughing, “This is awesome!”

Did the elder Kent’s know about this?

“I know,” he laughed and howled like a maniac.

“And illegal,” I said as a white car went zooming by us in the opposite direction.

“This is Smallville,” Clark said and turned the music down, “I’ve been driving on the road since I was ten.”

I turned from the window to look at him, “Ten?”

“Yeah,” he said and pushed the button which opened the sun roof, “That is cool.”

I didn’t tell him that I wished he could keep the truck. He seemed really bummed about having to give it back even though he did not let it show. Any other teen would be kicking and screaming to keep it. But, Clark was not like any other teen.

I raised my arms up through the sunroof and let the wind hit my hands. This really was a sweet ride. I looked back over at him to see that he was frowning a little.

“What’s wrong,” I asked and turned Alice Cooper off.

Clark looked over at me and then back to the road, “I really scared my dad when he told me that I have to give this back.”

“How,” I asked.

He sniffed and then rubbed his nose out of reflex, “I got really mad when he mentioned the word “normal” and flipped.”

I remained silent. I guess not all was as perfect as it would seem in the Kent household.

“I stuck my hand in the wood chipper,” Clark said softly and my eyes widened, “All the blades are bent and dull now…a few actually broke.”

“What did he do,” I asked.

“He cried my name and quickly turned off the machine,” Clark said and his voice was all shaky, “He was so scared that I might be hurt. I should have known better. He had thought he had lost me when Lex hit me with his car…and then I do something like that. The only thing that was ruined was my shirt.”

“Was that why you were at the cemetery,” I asked and pout a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Part of it,” Clark said and turned off onto a much smaller road, “I was just so upset that I wasn’t thinking straight.”

I smirked, “Sorry to have added to your stress.”

“No,” he said snapping out of his funk, “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

I squeezed his shoulder.

“You’ve been through so much,” he whispered, “Who am I to whine about how sucky my life is.”

My hand slightly trembled and shifted.

He suddenly stopped breathing and slammed on the brakes. I just sat there and he was looking at me with big green eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly said, “That didn’t come out right.”

“No,” I smiled sadly, “We all have our demons, Clark.”

“Still,” he smiled and put a hand over my talons, “I had no right to compare our lives.”

“Its okay,” I said and meant it, “I’m not mad.”

He was rubbing the top of his thumb over the smooth surface of my shiny platinum claw. I smiled when he compared the sizes between our hands. Mine in this form are a little bit bigger than his rough brown ones.

Suddenly, it shifted back into a smooth pale hand that was slightly smaller than his. It made him smile and he closed his bigger hand over mine.

“We okay,” he asked and lifted his eyes to look at me.

“Yeah,” I said and liked the way his hand felt on mine, “We’re okay.”

We both jumped when a car horn went off behind us. They guy drove around us, yelling profanities as he did so.

Clark rolled his eyes and we were on our way once more…with the sound system blasting away. I really wished Clark could keep the truck. It suited him.

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Clark had told me that Lex lived in a castle, but this was something out of a fairytale. Speaking of which, where was that faery at anyway? He had been fluttering around me all day and now he was just gone. Maybe, he went to go find himself a nice pair of pants?

“Welcome, Mr. Kent and his guest,” a kind old man greeted the two of us in a tuxedo at the door, “The young master will see you in his study.”

“Thank you, Cecil,” Clark smiled warmly at him and the old man positively beamed at such politeness in a young man.

“Mr. Luthor has a very beautiful home,” I said looking around as I followed behind the two of them, “I love the stonework.”

“It is beautiful,” Cecil replied in a polite tone that probably took years of training to master, “But terribly drafty in the winter.”

That made me smile. I liked Cecil. He was nice.

“Clark,” a familiar voice said happily and it was Lex, “How nice to see you, and Mr. White.”

He stood up from his desk and walked around it, “How do you like the truck? Do you like the color?”

Clark frowned.

“Is it too small,” Lex asked with sudden worry, “Is it too big? Would you like another color? Would you like blue or yellow?”

What is it with Clark and primary colors? He had offered me the same colors in shirts this morning.

“I love the color, Lex,” Clark said and I was at a loss for words at the moment, “The truck is perfect.”

“Thank goodness,” Lex smiled happily again, “I knew red was your color.”

“But,” Clark said and held out the keys, “My dad says that I can’t accept it.”

“You saved my life,” Lex said in some shock, “It’s my way of saying thank you.”

“And I really appreciate the gesture, Lex,” Clark said handing him the sparkling keys, “I really do, but I don’t need something so grand.”

Now, I was really at a loss for words. Was Clark really so selfless? Lex looked just as lost as me.

“It’s because of my name,” Lex said softly, “Isn’t it, Clark?”

Clark shrugged his shoulders, “My dad is just really old school when it comes to accepting really expensive gifts.”

Why was Lex looking at me like that? He was looking at Clark in the same manner.

“Beautiful,” Lex’s voice said, but his lips were not moving, “Clark is handsome and rugged and this one is exquisite and delicate. I’m almost afraid to shake his hand.”

My eyes widened in shock and I quickly averted my eyes. Was I blushing? These Smallville men are all crazy. Did they not watch TV?

“The sins of the father,” Lex smiled sadly and closed his hand over the keys, “Such a legacy mine has given me.”

Clark cocked his head to the side, “Just give him some time, Lex.”

“It really is a nice gift, Mr. Luthor,” I said and he turned to look at me again with those distant gray eyes, “But Clark does not have a license.”

“Please, call me Lex,” he said and then his eyes widened, “No license? Did you drive?”

“No,” I said and Clark was toeing the ground.

“Clark,” Lex smiled and turned to look at him, “Breaking the law are we?”

Clark shrugged, “Just a little bit.”

“Does your dad know,” Lex asked suddenly looking around with a nervous eye.

“Yes,” Clark said and I was wondering if he was lying, “I have been driving since I was ten.”

“You could have been pulled over,” Lex said, but the smile was still in place. He seemed so happy.

“This is Smallville,” Clark reminded once more, “Tonight is a marathon of I Love Lucy at the station house…no cops.”

“I see,” Lex said and then turned back to me with a somber expression, “I have heard about your loss and am sorry, Mr. White.”

I stiffened a little, “Thank you, but you can call me Darrian.”

Damn! He noticed my shift in posture.

“Darrian,” he said and went to his bar, “Should you need anything…”

“Thank you,” I said and suddenly felt really nervous. He doesn’t even know me. Why should he offer me anything?

“Great,” Lex’s inner voice said, “Now he thinks I’m a loony.”

“I would like a glass of water,” I said and Lex smiled, “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” Lex said and reached up to pull a cord I had not noticed before.

I jumped and almost fell into a startled Clark when a loud gong went off. Had I just stepped into the Adams Family? No, I had stepped into the Luthor Family.

“You rang, Sir,” Cecil asked from the open door.

“Ice water, Cecil,” Lex said with a grin.

“Very good, Sir,” Cecil said and gracefully hurried off.

“Note to self,” I heard Lex’s inner voice say, “Keep bottled water handy.”

“Clark,” Lex asked, “I’m so sorry, but would you care for a beverage?”

Clark shook his head. He looked just as stunned as me. Had he not known about that cord?

“I’m good,” Clark said, “But, thank you.”

Lex nodded and took a small sip of what looked to be Scotch, “Maybe your dad will change his mind.”

Lex was drinking…and that was making me really nervous. I don’t like alcohol.

“Maybe,” Clark said and gave him a shy smile.

“Cute,” Lex’s inner voice laughed merrily, “If only my dad was not such an ass hole.”

“But, Lex,” Clark said and walked over to him, “I don’t need expensive gifts. Your friendship is enough.”

“Unbelievable,” Lex and I said at the same exact time to ourselves.

I looked at the handsome bald man and slightly trembled. He had called his dad an ass hole. Are we on the same wavelength? Of course I am, I can read his mind.

“You’re going to give yourself a headache if you keep that up,” that familiar airy voice said, “Miss me?”

I turned to see the handsome faery standing on my left shoulder and he had on a pair of pants. They were silver looking. Was it spider web…or actual silver?

“Your ice water, Sir,” Cecil said from behind me, which caused me to spin around with a yelp, and sent the faery fluttering.

Lex and Clark chuckled at my expense.

“Sorry to frighten you, Sir,” Cecil apologized as I took the glass from him, “I’ve always been very light on my feet.”

“Its all right,” I said and took a sip, “Thank you, Cecil, it’s very good.”

“Very good, Sir,” Cecil said and left the room once more.

“Very good, Sir,” the faery mimicked and then howled with laughter, “He cracks me up.”

I ignored him and continued to drink my water.

“Well,” Lex said and picked up his jacket, “It’s getting late, and I’m taking you two home.”

Clark nodded, “Thanks Lex.”

I finished my water and almost dropped the glass. There was such a terrible pain between my eyes.

“Darrian,” Clark and Lex asked at the same time, “You okay?”

“Brain freeze,” the faery tsked, “They’re such a pain, eh?”

“I’m fine,” I said and laughed, “Drank too fast.”

“Ah,” Lex said, “Brain freeze?”

“We have a genius on our hands here, Darrian,” the faery laughed.

“Yes,” I smiled and then glared at the faery. He fluttered back a bit with his hands held out in surrender.

“Just put the glass there,” Lex said, “And we’ll be on our way then.”

I did as he said and followed after the two of them. Clark towered over the both of us.

The faery decided to hang on to some strands of my hair as we left. I bet that if I was to look in a mirror, he would look like a glittering ornament just hanging there.

“Are we going back to the farm,” he asked in my ear, “I like the farm.”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“What was that,” Clark asked and turned to walk backwards.

“Tired,” I said and really did yawn, “All that homework.”

Clark smiled and Lex chuckled.

“Nice save,” the faery said, “And you did not say one word about how fine my pants are.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.