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Chapter Eleven: Wherein the Sun Also Rises.

Lex Luthor couldn’t sleep as much as he tried. The thought that this would be his last night kept jolting the sleep from his eyes. He lay in his small cot and looked back to that tiny casement window listening to the sounds of a sleeping Smallville. Of all the things about the town that Lex hated he would never, if he could, change anything about the time he spent here. It was here where he met his truest friend and where he met his soul mate. He didn’t consider that both titles could apply to both Lana and Clark but deep inside, in that place of ours that has no voice, it was said many times.

He waited for the sun to rise.
the sound of thought . . . )

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Chapter Nine: Wherein Plots Are Finally Revealed.

Lionel Luthor and his team had tracked the white truck all the way to Metropolis International Airport. As a governmental defense contractor, LuthorCorp was given access codes that allowed the airport security database to open up for them. Granted, this access was not to be used in a private citizen capacity but when the lives of his son, his daughter-in-law and last survivor of an advanced alien species were on the line, rules were to be broken. The truck had gone onto the southern private airfield and that was where the feed ended.

“Bring up every manifest coming out of that field. I want to know what planes are there, what companies own them,” Lionel commanded. His communications officer nodded and started to access the records. Lionel looked out to the mid-day gloom. A private jet could have had Clark half-way across the country by now. Time was quickly running out. He turned away from the window and caught sight of J’onn standing solitary in a corner of the large office. Clark’s Watcher was biting down hard, his teeth grinding against one another. Lionel went to him.

“I’ll find him,” J’onn said before Lionel could say a word.

“No one blames you.”

J’onn turned away from the Vessel of Jor-El and stared out the window. He spoke quietly, his voice rough, “I’ll get him back.”the sound of thought . . . )

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Chapter Seven: Wherein Plans Are Made.

Clark arrived at the LuthorCorp building just as Lucas was leaving. Within the span of two minutes they had just missed one another. Moving slowly, Clark managed to reach the private elevator to the penthouse office before he was forced to his knees by exhaustion. The constant travel between Metropolis and Smallville had never been much of a concern for him but now it was wearing him down in significant ways. He was shaking all over his body as the weakness brought on by his kryptonite poisoning was taking its toil on him. His eyes closed for just a moment, just to catch his breath and calm his nerves when he felt soft hands on his face. His eyes blinked open to see Marianne, Lionel’s assistant, hovering over him in the elevator.

“Mr. Kent?” She called out to him but he couldn’t hear her words, just her thoughts, ‘Please be alright, Clark.’
the sound of thought . . . )

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Chapter Six: Wherein Truths and Lies are Revealed.

The one thing he didn’t want to do was blackout but with the corners of his vision fading he wasn’t in any position to make demands. He felt arms around him as he sank down to the floor. Lex was calling out to . . . someone and his hands were on him. Clark focused onto Lex’s face, into those blue eyes and fell into his mind.

He was getting his fingerprints taken. Clark looked down to his hands, to the ink and saw that the hands were a little smaller, a little paler. Rough. His cuffs weren’t flannel but silk. He was in a suit and he was being arrested. He looked around and caught a glimpse of himself on a surface. Clean head, blue eyes.

“Lex—” he whispered but the lips didn’t move.
the sound of thought . . . )

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Chapter Four: Wherein Control is Learned and Certain Inquiries Are Made.

With three days left to his life, Clark welcomed midnight on the roof of LuthorCorp Tower. With J’onn leading the way and Lionel taking up the rear Clark looked up to the mid-autumn sky. How crystal clear it was, the color of iolite, smoky shades of purple ringing the bright light of stars. There were no clouds and a cool breeze was coming in from over Hobb’s River. The moon hung low and in a transitional phase from new moon to thin silvery crescent. Almost immediately Clark scanned the horizon for that spot in the immense sky where his planet had once been seated all those years ago. It was a habitual movement, one he never intends to make and when he has made it, he feels a certain depression in his soul. J’onn had caught sight of Mars and Lionel, inexplicably, was staring into the direction Clark had been aimed. It had made him feel closer to Lionel Luthor than anything else had in the seven years they’d known each other.
the sound of thought . . . )

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Chapter Two: Wherein a Countdown Begins.

“Okay, let’s repeat the plan,” Chloe said in a half happy, half desperate tone. She was positively fervent. Clark had never heard her so determined about anything in all her life.

He shook his head, this having been the fifth time they have since, ‘repeated the plan’, “Chloe, I get the plan. It’s not exactly chess strategy versus Bobby Fisher.”
the sound of thought . . . )

justforspite: (Mischa- Clara Bow)

Title: The Sound of Thought
Author: [livejournal.com profile] justforspite
Rating: R 
Summary: Clark discovers the sound of thought and a countdown begins. AU Post Season 6
Author's Notes: Hiya. This here was written after I'd been smothered in Dickens and Jane Austen so bear with me. My narrator cares about our characters, but only a little. It's all finished! [yay! it's not a WiP] But I'll post it in sections if you're interested. It's Clex friendship and it deals a lot with what we believe is true, what we can't believe is true, and how we are lied to. Hope you enjoy!

Prologue: Murder in the First.
the sound of thought . . . )

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