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| Tweet Topic Started: Tue Dec 14, 2004 6:37 pm (1,637 Views) | |
| Gizmo | Tue Dec 14, 2004 6:37 pm Post #1 |
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Hi guys *waves* Been a long time, no see! Had a second and found this on Ksite so decided to give it another shot and maybe, mabe finish it. Too bad i lost my inspiration and have noooo idea where it was headed :( :( Anyhooooo! I'm still reading all your fics and LOVING 'em! Suz and Dawn, Abyss is amazzzzzzzing!!!!! Oh gosh, you two have created a whole series! Wow! Will do some comments later, but alas, gotta head off to work for nightshift soon :( These 12 hour shifts really are hard to get used to..hopefully my schedule will be more consistent soon so i'll be able to spend less time sleeping and more time posting! I'm hoping anyway!!!!!! Reading here is great, but i really do miss chatting with all of you!!!! *wines* I miss my SV buds!!!!!!! Anyhoo, here it is...very short...and very unfinished!!! NICODEMUS TRUTHS Chapter One Jonathan woke with a jump. He could feel the sweat dripping down his neck and forehead, and beading on his upper lip. His heart pounded in his chest and he gasped for breath. His undershirt and pajama bottoms were plastered to his skin, and he shivered - not from chills caused by the sweat still clinging to his skin, but from the horror of the nightmare. Jon turned to look at his wife, his beautiful Martha, sleeping soundly beside him. The sound of her soft breathing comforted him and he wrapped his arm around her as she, perhaps unconsciously sensing her husband’s distress, snuggled closer towards him. Jon closed his eyes, but could not escape the residual memories of his nightmare. He pictured his son’s face, his green eyes looking back at him, exhibiting a mixture of emotions…hurt, confusion, pain, surprise, and fear. All caused by his father. But had it just been a nightmare? It had seemed so real. Never before had he experienced such a vivid dream. But he couldn’t have done it….could he? Jon loved his son more than anything in the world. He would never deliberately harm Clark. But in the nightmare he had done exactly that. Jon shuddered as he recalled the fresh memory of Clark stumbling back from the momentum of the bullet, fired from a gun held by his own father. He grimaced as he pictured Clark clutching his chest as he felt the impact of the bullet. Jon knew that though his son healed quickly, he was still not completely impervious to pain. The Kent’s had learned this last year when Clark had been shot by Lex while under the influence of Rick Peters’ suggestive handshake. Then, the bruises from the bullets impact had taken a few days to fade entirely, and his skin had been sensitive until it had healed. Had he shot his son? But when? And why? Jon didn’t know how he knew, but he sensed that the nightmare was more of a memory than a dream. Slowly, Jon drifted back into a restless sleep. Images of his son continuing to haunt him. Chapter Two Knock knock…Jonathan rapped on the railing at the top of the stairs of his son’s loft. They’d nicknamed this place Clark’s ‘Fortress of Solitude’ when Clark was a youngster, since Clark spent so much of his time alone up here….reading, thinking, and gazing up at the stars. It had only made sense for Jon to convert the loft of the barn into a room for his son. Over the last year or so, however, the room had become more of a gathering place for Clark’s friends, and less of ‘Fortress of Solitude’. So much so, that sometimes Jon wondered why they’d even kept Clark’s room in the house, since he spent so much time in the loft. Recently, Clark had begun to beg his parents to move his belongings from his room into the barn, but Martha and Jon had both been united in their decision that Clark remain in the house. While he may have unique abilities, at heart he remained their 16 year old son, who still prone to making mistakes, and like any other teenager his age in Smallville, needed guidance and supervision. “Hey son. Your mom thought you could use a cold drink.” Jon walked over to the desk where Clark was working, and placed the ice-cold lemonade and plate of home-baked oatmeal cookies, Martha’s special, in front of his son. “You’ve been working hard up here all day.” Clark smiled at his dad, grateful for the break, but curious why his dad was coming up to see him. While his mom often brought treats up to him during the hot summer, his dad was usually too busy working outside on the farm. “Thanks, dad. I’ve got a history paper due tomorrow and, well…” Clark looked sheepishly up at his father, “guess I should have started working on it a bit sooner, huh”. Expecting a lecture on the perils of procrastination, Clark instead was surprised to find his dad simply standing, and staring, at him. “What?....” Clark asked nervously. He’d snuck in the house yesterday, an hour after curfew, but had thought he’d been in the clear as his parents were in bed and appeared to be sleeping soundly…or maybe not so soundly after all…At this moment, Clark was hoping for his dad’s procrastination speech, rather than a full-blown lecture on the importance of following his parents ‘rules and limitations’. Jonathan blinked twice, snapping out of his trance. Since the dream yesterday, he’d been unable to get the vision of the bullet hitting Clark’s chest, out of his mind. Jon paced around the room for a minute, noticing his son uncomfortably shifting his body in his chair. The father sat down on the couch and patted the empty seat beside him, motioning his son to join him. “Clark. Son. We have to talk…” Clark took a deep breath, preparing himself for one of Jon’s long-winded lectures, before slowly making his way over to the couch, head down, feet shuffling all the way across the room. He averted his eyes before blabbering, “Look dad, I know I was late yesterday, and I can…” But his father interrupted him. “Clark!” The power of his father’s voice almost made Clark jump from the couch, and Clark suddenly realized that something much more than a late curfew was on his father’s mind. For the first time, he realized how weary his father looked. It was like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were reddened from lack of sleep, with large bags underneath, and his face appeared hardened, and not just from a farmer’s life of working outside in the elements. “Have I ever shot you?....” It was barely a whisper… “What?” Clark asked, honestly confused and unsure as to where his father was going with all this. Jon shifted closer towards his son and placed his hand on his son’s shoulder, forcing Clark to maintain eye-contact. “Clark, I had a dream…” Jon sighed. “…no, a nightmare last night. I pointed my rifle at you. And I fired it…” Jon could feel the blood draining from his face as he saw the truth in the boy’s eyes. Though Clark was slowly shaking his head to deny it, the expression in his eyes told the entire story. Even as a toddler, the Kent’s had a knack for telling when their son was lying, simply by reading the expression in his eyes. Jon could barely get the words out. Almost inaudibly, he stuttered, “When?....” He gripped his son’s shoulder tighter, in an effort to force the teen to speak. Clark winced unconsciously. He had told himself he would never, ever repeat the incident, not even to his mom, or best friend Pete, the only person in the world, other than his parents, who knew what he was, and where he was from. That he wasn’t even human. After the shooting, Clark had been relieved that his dad couldn’t remember the incident, and he, too, had wanted to put it behind him. At any cost, Clark was not going to let his father know what had transpired in the alley behind the bank… |
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| Renee | Tue Dec 14, 2004 8:07 pm Post #2 |
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Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! You updated this!! I'm so happy! Is this one of the signs of the Second Coming? Plagues of giant locusts, the seas turning to blood, and Gizmo updating? Sorry -- I'm delirious with excitement! :D That was really, really, really good. Now please say you're going to give us more VERY soon! |
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| Whiteflag | Wed Dec 15, 2004 3:57 am Post #3 |
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Yes, please, Gizmo, gives us more. Our mental health was in danger, we need your nursing care too. :LOL: I'm glad you're posting again! :D |
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| Melissa | Wed Dec 15, 2004 8:43 am Post #4 |
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I'm glad you're posting again!!! :clap: |
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| Snarky | Wed Dec 15, 2004 10:46 am Post #5 |
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Yay Gizmo! I'm so happy you're posting again. I've been wondering how you're doing. Fantastic story I can hardly wait for the rest of it! I'll keep you in my prayers as you get adjusted to 12 hour shifts I know they can be rough. I won't chant for more...yet! :clap: |
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| kittsbud | Wed Dec 15, 2004 12:15 pm Post #6 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Gizzy, you so need to get it together and finish this :LOL: |
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| wallflower | Thu Dec 16, 2004 10:30 am Post #7 |
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We are not have 18 pages of begging here, like there was over at K-site before you update again are we? :LOL: |
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| wallflower | Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:36 am Post #8 |
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Okay, it has been over a month since we had an update. :wall: You really don't want me to have to use my ball launcher do you? :evil3: |
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| Snarky | Fri Jan 28, 2005 11:20 am Post #9 |
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*runs off chanting more, more, more* |
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| Gizmo | Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:21 pm Post #10 |
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Hummm...who's this 'Gizmo' character and why aren't they writing??? *looks around* Don't 'cha think somebody should tell Giz to get off her lazy arse and finish what she started!!! I heard a rumour she sometimes has 5 days off between shifts!! What gives?? Loads of time for an update! Look at all these people with 9-5 jobs, school, homework, families and kids...if they can write...so can Giz!!! What kind'a person starts a story and leaves it unfinished?? tisk tisk!! GIZ GET OFF YOUR ARSE AND FINISH WHAT YA STARTED!!!! End of lecture!! :) LOL |
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| Whitetiger4 | Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:36 pm Post #11 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Hey Giz, we have a nice padded room waiting for you at Belle Reeve and then you will have all the time in the world to write an update!
;) :toofunny: |
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| Gizmo | Mon Jan 31, 2005 12:01 am Post #12 |
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Padded room??? :ahh: :ahh: :ahh: Hummm...would be nice and quiet in there! R&R with lots of writing time! Doesn't sound so bad! :LOL: :LOL: :LOL: :LOL: :LOL: :LOL: |
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| Whitetiger4 | Mon Jan 31, 2005 12:20 am Post #13 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Yes, and if yer good and update, you can have a Tommy clone! ;) |
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| SVCrystalGreen | Mon Jan 31, 2005 9:47 am Post #14 |
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:LOL: ...Hey, Giz, ya can't resist that now can ya! ~JEM~ |
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| wallflower | Mon Jan 31, 2005 11:26 am Post #15 |
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That sounds like a good deal to me. :LOL: |
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| Whiteflag | Mon Jan 31, 2005 4:34 pm Post #16 |
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I want my Tommy clone too! :P: (And un update here) :) |
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| wallflower | Tue Feb 1, 2005 1:04 pm Post #17 |
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*gives Whiteflag a Tommy clone* |
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| Whiteflag | Tue Feb 1, 2005 1:56 pm Post #18 |
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Awww, Thanks!!!!
:D *(Hugs Wallflower)*... *(Hugs Tommy clone)* (Runs away with Tommy clone but promises to come back to look for update) :p |
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| wallflower | Mon Feb 7, 2005 3:52 pm Post #19 |
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Hasn't posted anything in a while. But, whose talking about me. :LOL: I think we need an update. :D |
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| SVCrystalGreen | Mon Mar 7, 2005 11:45 am Post #20 |
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*whines*...GIiizzzYyyy!!!! You know what I want! :p ~JEM~ |
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