So I don't lose it

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Clark watched the sun rise through the windshield of
the big Peterbilt. A tiny silver coin, it didn’t cut
through the river mist that collected on the
windshield. He could have flown, or used Lex’s car.
But somehow it felt right to leave home this way:
going out to the highway with no more than his
backpack, and sticking out his thumb.

His parents, no, the Kents, had not taken his news
well. Jonathan had raged and sworn. No son of his
was going to be a by-god faggot, and no son was going
to love a Luthor if he had to kill every one of the
decadent tribe. Martha had cried, and tried to talk
her husband down, and cried some more.

Clark had quietly said, “Then I guess it’s a good
thing I’m no son of yours.”

“If you walk out that door, boy, don’t bother to come
back,” Jonathan had hurled at him as he left.

The farmhouse door banging shut still echoed in his
ears, hours later.

He’d caught a ride to Topeka, then found another to
Kansas City. The truckers had been decent enough, but
he’d had the sense to choose one that hadn’t leered at
him. This one had a taste for books on tape and they
were working their way through The Two Towers while
stuck in the morning traffic on I-35.

“Where can I drop you, kid? I’m headed on up 35 to
Des Moines.”

Clark thought while the trucker maneuvered through the
crazy maze of interstates. “There’s as good as any,”
he said, pointing to a mall just off the highway.
The trucker pulled off on the second exit, and Clark
hopped out at the stoplight. “Thanks.”

“Hey kid, take care of yourself,” his driver waved and
was gone.

The Denny’s sign tempted him, and he checked his
wallet. He had enough for breakfast. He tried not to
think about what he was doing, or where he would go
from here.

***

The trucker watched the youth read over the Parade
article again. His face was dreamy and intent as he
stared at the highway as if willing it to roll away
behind him even faster. The piece was on a college
professor up in New Hampshire, Denis Remillard, and
his research on metapsychics. It had run two years
before.

“Long way from Gothenburg, kid.” The pal who’d handed
the boy off in Omaha had picked him up there. He’d
passed him along, since he knew the kid would be safe
in Old Blue. Lot of guys would see his desperation as
an excuse to charge him, never mind that he didn’t
have two dimes to rub together. And some of them
would add to the fading bruises on his face, just to
keep their self-image intact afterward. “Course, you
know we’re going the wrong way to get to Dartmouth.”

“You’re going to St. Louis, right? I should be able
to get a lift to Chicago, then on to Boston and I’ll
walk to New Hampshire from there if I have to.” It
was the most words the kid had strung together since
he’d gotten in with a short “Thank you,” back at the
76 in Omaha.

“Why you want to get there?”

tbc...

Comments

[loreleif.livejournal.com]

Okay, so what's this a crossover with? Smallville I get, but the other one's got me stumped.

[valarltd.livejournal.com]

The blond kid is a wheat farmer from Nebraska, Luke Walker. (his Irish mother gave him her name for his middle: Scaitch, pronounced "sky-a")

The third fandom is Julian May's alternate history which involves metapsychic humans. (The Remillard Institute at Dartmouth)

It's a 3 way: Smallville, Star Wars AU, and Galactic Milieu.

The vague idea is that Clark is hunting for a kidnapped Lex, and Luke is taking up with a stripper on his way to New Hampshire.

Although where one finds male strippers in KC, I have no idea. (I know where all the porn shops and female strip bars are...)


BTW: did i ever mention I love your story "The Better Man?" I read it again last night. (Matrix of Reality was my contribution to the zine)

[loreleif.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay. That's... wow, that's odder than my Insane Crossover Bunny. -g- It'll be cool to see how you make it work.

BTW: did i ever mention I love your story "The Better Man?" I read it again last night. (Matrix of Reality was my contribution to the zine)

Thank you! You know, I don't think I've even cracked my copy yet. -hanging head- Now I have a reason to! It's really nice to get some feedback, considering that poor story's history (which I'll go into if you're curious, but will skip if you're not). Thanks!

[valarltd.livejournal.com]

Ooo.

I love stories on how fic came to be.
Esp rapefic.

BTW, is "Hollow Man" a lot like SF's "Invisible Man" series?"

[loreleif.livejournal.com]

So far as I know, IM is nothing like HM -- HM is basically a standard "mad scientist gone bad" flick, whereas IM is more buddy/superpower stuff.

Anyhoo, I saw the movie, and got a bit irked that the rape scene in it isn't. That is, they set it up, then cut. I mean, what's the point in setting up for invisible sex and character-going-crazy stuff, if you don't follow through? So anyway, I sat down in the coffee shop one night and wrote the whole thing in a few hours (for me? unheard-of, this speed).

The thing is -- I don't do rape stories. Hate reading graphic rape, can't stand a lot of the trappings. Too close to home, if that's not TMI. And I always swore that if I ever did write a rape story, it was damn well going to be psychologically accurate. So what did I do? I wrote this thing. -sigh-

And then, because my friends mostly think the same way I do, I couldn't get anyone to beta the damn thing! I tried submitting it to a zine, mostly so it would be edited, and got, "wow. intense. well-written, can't use it. too much." Got that about four times, before Mona finally decided to put out a second zine and agreed to publish it. I mean, it's one thing to be told your story's not good enough, but to be told it is, but can't be printed anyway? Very frustrating. (I did understand, and I'm not at all mad at those other publishers; frustrated, though.)

Poor thing was feeling like a ping-pong ball!

[redfirecracker.livejournal.com]

Wow! So far, this is pretty amazing! What powers do you plan on assigning to Lex?

I was pretty close to obsessive on the Julian May series. I'd definitely peg Lex as a farsensor, with maybe some PK thrown in. Or you could go the other way and make him a redactor, only not a perverted one like Victor. Ooh! Or is Victor going to get his hands on Lex? That has promise!

I may be getting a bit carried away on this. Sorry. I meant to say just that I really liked what you've got so far, and I'm looking forward to seeing more. ::: cheesy grin :::

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I don't know if Lex is meta yet. All I know is that he's missing. Missing, and Lionel is doing nothing, and Clark is worried sick.

I don't think Luke and Clark will make it to New Hampshire (they might) The story is set about 1995, so Victor and Kieran O'Connor are still active. (the thought of those two in the same story with Lionel Luthor just made me go cold.)

I'm writing some. There's a male stripper involved here somewhere, a UMKC med-school branch of the Remillard Institute for Metapsychic studies, and a mutual crush on a famous action-movie hero who died in 1988 during filming.
(It's definitely AU)