Hey, it's me

Two FFLs this week, as I don't have a headache and I came up with a ficlet to last week's challenge, too. Therefore, for the dirty!wrong challenge, I give you:


Just Married


PJ found Sam and Drew in the kitchen pantry, kissing passionately, with Drew's hand down the front of Sam's tuxedo pants. She grossed herself out by finding it kind of hot. Seeing two men kissing was hot, but this was her brother and she'd have to dunk her head in acid when she got home. She cleared her throat loudly and forgave them a little bit for causing her trauma when they both blushed at being caught. "They're setting up for you guys to cut the cake."

"Oh. Okay," Sam said, pulling Drew's hand out of his pants with as much finesse as possible. "We'll be right out."

"Just make sure you wash your hands, first." PJ laughed as Drew turned even pinker with discomfort and she closed the pantry door again. She'd tell the wedding coordinator to give them ten more minutes before making any announcements.

A muffled moan drifted past her ears.

She'd better make it twenty.

-End

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And for last week's Offscreenville, I continue a conversation from Stray that kicks off Lex's part of FFL:



Making a Choice


"Shouldn't you be packing?"

Lex hid his startled reaction to his father's sudden question. He hadn't realized Lionel was at the castle. "I'm not going back to Metropolis," he said.

Lionel chuckled. "Come on, Lex. That's all you've wanted since I assigned you to what you so eloquently refer to as 'the crap factory'."

That was before he'd gained a friend that he valued more than anything. Lex tossed his magazine on the desk and tried to turn the conversation around, getting himself out of the defensive position. "I know why you want me back. I'm driving you crazy, aren't I? I'm not clubbing till six a.m., not getting arrested. I'm on track. That's what scares you. You want me back where you can keep an eye on me."

Lionel's face remained impassive. "You're making a mistake, Lex."

"You know what those emperors you're so fond of talking about were really afraid of? That their sons would become successful and return to Rome at the head of their own army."

"You think you can find your future in Smallville?" Lionel scoffed. "I'm your future. Join me, Lex. Join me in Metropolis. How long have you been waiting to hear me say those words?"

Lex folded his arms. "I've waited to hear other things from you for a lot longer. I'll return to Metropolis when I'm ready."

Lionel smirked. "At the head of an army?"

"I'd think you'd revel in the challenge," Lex said.

"Perhaps." Lionel stroked his beard, eyeing Lex thoughtfully. "But I know you're ready now."

Lex grew wary. "Your selective listening is faultless, as always. I said I'd return to Metropolis on my own terms."

"And what terms would those be?"

"I…" Lex thought fast. He had goals and dreams that only Clark knew about. Voicing them to his father would be an invitation to destroy them. But it was the perfect chance to test the waters. "I'd like to challenge my own skills at building a corporation outside of LuthorCorp."

"Interesting." Lionel tapped his finger against his lips. "Your efforts would be better used in strengthening LuthorCorp's holdings. After all, one day it will be yours."

"How will I know that I can maintain and build on it once you retire, if you held my hand the entire time before that?" Lex said.

"You have a point," Lionel said, surprising Lex. Lionel rarely ceded anything to him. "What if I allowed you to build your little corporation on the side, while you worked for me?"

"And the catch?" Lex said, suddenly feeling like he was standing on the edge of a precipice.

"You must complete all the work I assign to you without fail, or complaint." Lionel gazed shrewdly at Lex. "It's a fair offer. Unless you don't think you could handle the pressure of doing both…?"

Lex knew Lionel was dangling the challenge like bait on a hook. But if he played things right, he could eat the bait without being caught. "You know I can, or you wouldn't be daring me into accepting."

"Then, should I proceed in clearing an office for you?" Lionel said, extending his hand.

Lex hesitated, knowing if he said yes, he'd be leaving Smallville. He thought of Clark, who'd wished he would stay; but Clark would also be the one who'd urge him to go after his dreams. It wasn't as if he and Clark wouldn't see each other again, if he went. They were best friends and nothing would ever change that. Metropolis was merely a helicopter ride away.

He clasped his father's hand, making his choice. He could only hope that it was the right one.

-End



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