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31 March 2007 @ 03:18 pm
Posting Little Secrets-Chapter Thirty-Five (Part Two)  
And here we go, seeing as how the post was too large. ;)


Brutus set down the tray, saying, “It’s not much, but it’s breakfast.”

“Oatmeal?” Jason said.  “But there’s no jicama…”  Kala wrinkled up her nose; she wasn’t particularly fond of oatmeal.

“Sorry, kids,” Brutus said.  “We don’t have a lot of choices around here.”  He looked so dejected on their behalf that the twins hushed and ate their breakfast anyway.

For once, Brutus didn’t leave immediately.  He sat down at the piano, idly plinking a few notes.  Jason watched him thoughtfully as he finished his oatmeal.  Swallowing the last bite, he asked, “You okay?”

Brutus seemed startled by the question.  “Huh?  Oh, yeah.  I’m fine.”

But he didn’t act fine.  He acted sad.  And Jason had always known at least one sure way to cheer up any adult in his vicinity.  Putting his spoon and bowl back on the tray, Jason went over to Brutus and hopped up on the bench beside him.

Kala, eating more slowly because she really didn’t like oatmeal all that much, paused to grin at the sight of them.  Jason picked out a now-familiar tune, and Brutus grinned at him, playing the accompaniment.  The big man caught Kala watching them, and gave her a cheerful wink.

Heart and soul, I begged to be adored.  Lost control, and tumbled overboard…

“Mommy likes this song,” Jason said.

“It’s a neat one,” Brutus agreed.  “You play it really good.”

 

 

“Thank you for seeing us without an appointment,” Lana said, giving Karla Smith-Bennett her warmest smile.

“This is about Luthor, isn’t it?” the attorney asked.  She looked weary and sounded disgusted.  “I’m sure you’re aware of attorney-client privilege.”

“We are,” Richard answered, his voice a trifle sharp.  “However, I don’t think that you are aware your former client kidnapped my fiancée’s twins yesterday.”

“Allegations like that…”

Richard flipped open his own phone and showed her the forwarded text message.  “Admittedly, he wasn’t kind enough to send his thumb print or signature, but we know it’s Luthor.  He’s the only person with enough of a grudge to take it out on children.  Children, Ms. Smith-Bennett.  They just turned six this month.  And their favorite presents – an iguana and a ferret, God help my uncle – are pining for them.”

The woman bit her lip, and for some reason glanced at Lana.  “I’m sorry … this must be very stressful for you.”

Lana caught on before Richard did.  Rather than deny the attorney’s assumption, she leaned forward and caught the blonde woman’s gaze demandingly.  “Unless you have children, you have no idea.  If you know anything that might help us find them … please.”

Her gaze, trapped between professionalism and ethics, shifted between the two of them.  Richard held his phone out.  “Read the message.  He’s not kidding – my fiancée has dealt with him in the past, and she’ll tell you he’s perfectly capable of such a thing.”

“I don’t need to tell you, do I?” Lana said shrewdly, watching Ms. Smith-Bennett’s face go pale as she read the part about returning the twins in pieces.  “You already know.  That’s why you quit the firm.  That’s why you do so much pro-bono work now, isn’t it?  Trying to atone?”

“You know as well as we do that Luthor’s guilty of murder, at the very least,” Richard chimed in.  “Prison didn’t rehabilitate him; if anything it made him worse.  You couldn’t go on aiding a psychopath, and now you’re trying to expiate your guilt for your part in setting him free, aren’t you?”

Karla Smith-Bennett suddenly rose from her chair, turning her back on them both and pacing to the window.  Her voice was taut when she replied, “If I help you, I could be disbarred.”

Lana touched Richard’s wrist lightly; this line belonged to her.  “If you don’t help us, you could be a party to the murder of two young children.  Jason and Kala need you.”

The blonde gave a short, bitter laugh.  “All those damn lawyer jokes … sometimes I wish I was as self-interested as they portray us.  You’re right – I’d rather lose my license and wash dishes for a living than have this on my conscience.  Fine.”  She came back to her desk and sat down, defeated.  “I’ll tell you everything I know.”

 

 

Lois was pacing, twiddling a pen instead of raking her fingers through her hair.  Nothing Clark said could calm her at this point.  Truth be told, he was anxious, too.  This was their best chance at a lead…

Ms. MacKenzie came back out with an apologetic air.  “I’m so sorry.  My manager says I can’t track that down for you.  It’s against the law…”

What?!” Lois began, but Clark saw the look on the woman’s face and caught Lois’ wrist tightly.  Her dark head whipped around, and she glared at him in outrage.

“Is there any way you can help us, Ms. MacKenzie?” he asked softly … very softly.

She gave a slight nod, nearly imperceptible.  “I’m afraid not.  But I have your mobile number, Ms. Lane, and if I can get an authorization from the police department I’ll be glad to call you with that information.”

Still hanging on to Lois, and ignoring the look she was giving him, Clark replied, “Thank you very much for your help, Ms. MacKenzie.  We’ll have our contact in the police department call your manager directly.  When would be a good time?”

“He’s on-duty until eight o’clock,” the representative told him, a glimmer of relief in her eyes.  “However, he takes lunch around five-thirty, so I wouldn’t call between then and six-thirty.”

“Thanks again, ma’am,” Clark told her, and hustled Lois outside.

She was still blinded by fury.  “Dammit, Clark, I do not want Maggie calling here…”

“She won’t have to,” Clark murmured, practically pulling Lois to the curb where she had left Richard’s car.  “She’ll call us when her boss goes to lunch.”

Lois blinked at him, and felt extremely sheepish.  Clark…”

“You’re wound tight,” he said, giving her a small smile.  “C’mon, let’s see what Perry and Jimmy have found for us.”

Before going around to the driver’s side, Lois stood on tiptoe and kissed Clark’s cheek briefly.  “Thanks.  You’ve always kept a cooler head than me.”

Clark actually blushed.  A compliment, a kiss on the cheek, and the sight of her in jeans – to which he still had not adjusted – were enough to render him speechless as Lois fished the spare key to the Saab out of her purse.

Just as she was putting it into the lock, her cell phone rang.  Lois tried to grab it, nearly dropped the keys, got the phone out and nearly dropped the purse, started to fumble in her haste – and Clark was suddenly by her side, catching the purse in one hand and the phone in the other.  Since it was on the third ring, he flipped it open and said brusquely, “Kent.”

“Hey, Clark,” Toby Raines said, her normal cheerful sarcasm subdued by the circumstances.  “I see you’ve signed up as Lane’s secretary?”

Lois could hear her voice, and snorted derisively as she unlocked the car.  Toby continued without waiting for an answer, “I’ve got a live one for you, I hope.”

“Go on,” Clark said.  He didn’t need a note pad – his memory was keen enough.

“Way back when Gertrude Vanderworth’s husband was alive, they owned a vacation house in Nantucket.”

“We found that in the tax rolls; it was sold last year,” Clark told her.

“Aha, the house was, but what about the land?” Toby said.  The phone started to beep as she continued, and Clark ignored it.  “We’ve got a notation in our files about a sizeable acreage somewhere in the Cape Cod area.  In fact, the reporter who worked this story thought the Vanderworths might own a whole island.  One of the smaller ones, sure, but still…”

“Toby, you’re a lifesaver,” Clark said.  “Any idea where exactly the island is?”

His tone and his words made Lois snap to attention, holding the door partly open and staring hard at him.  Toby sighed in aggravation.  “Unfortunately, no.  My guess would be somewhere in Buzzard’s Bay.  The Elizabeth Islands are mostly privately owned, so it wouldn’t surprise me if some of the others are too.”

“It’s good enough for me,” Clark said.  “We may have a little, um, help on this one, so we can search a wide area.”

“Caped help?  Good deal,” Toby said.  “I’ll keep looking, but that sounds like your best bet.”

“Thanks, Toby,” Clark said.  “We’ll be in touch.”  She hung up, and he turned to Lois.  “The Vanderworths may own an island north of the Vineyard, somewhere in Buzzard’s Bay.”

“Let’s go,” Lois said.  “That’s about six hours by car, so we’d better fly.”

As Clark got in the passenger side, he said, “I’ll get us there, but you’d better leave the car at the airport to prevent questions.  It’s only a forty-five minute ride…”

“Fifteen,” Lois said dryly as she revved the engine and looked at the traffic.  “Twenty, tops.  Buckle up, Kal-El.”

“Oh, dear,” Clark muttered, as she made the ‘born from jets’ brand motto live up to its name.

 

 

“Dammit,” Richard growled, flipping the phone closed.  “She never answers the bloody phone.”

Lana, in the co-pilot’s seat beside him, eyed the instrument panel warily.  “Richard, are you sure it’s a good idea for us to just fly out?”

“She’s with Clark,” he replied, flipping a sequence of switches and knobs with familiar swiftness.  “They’re probably chasing after their own lead by now.  I left her a voicemail and I called Perry to update him; that’s the best we can do.  Here, put on a headset.”

Lana settled the large earphones delicately, and her voice came over the mic as Richard started the seaplane’s twin engines.  “I just hope they’re not after the same lead as us.”

His reply crackled with static as he taxied out onto Hobb’s Bay.  “Probably not.  The land north of Mackinac Island was never officially owned by the Vanderworths, but Luthor definitely knows it’s there.”

Lana had been half listening to him and half bracing herself against the bumpy acceleration the waves caused.  When Richard pulled back on the yoke and the nose of the seaplane began to rise, however, she was silenced by the immediacy of this flight.  Nothing like a big jet, where everything was smooth and gentle…  The designer’s nails clenched in the leather-covered seat, and her eyes widened.

 

 

Breakfast was long over, lunch too, but Brutus came back with the twins’ dinner.  He’d somehow managed to make burritos for them, and Kala and Jason were overjoyed.  The last of their reserve seemed to have dissolved, and Jason was more than happy to sit beside the big man and go through his repertoire of songs.  Brutus even managed to teach him a new tune, Chopsticks.

Kala was getting a little bit bored, though, and she wandered over to the couches across the room to draw.  Brutus had also managed to sneak some copier paper and colored pens in for them – not the best artistic materials, but they’d made do with all kinds of office supplies at the Planet before.

Jason had nearly gotten the new song perfect, and Brutus patted his shoulder.  “Good work, Jason.  You’re a natural; you pick this stuff up way faster than me.”

“Thanks,” he replied, beaming.  Of course, the distraction made him miss a note, and Jason scowled as he started over.

Brutus just chuckled.  “You work on that for a minute, okay?  Let me see how your sister’s doing.”

At first Jason watched him sitting beside Kala, the pair of them leaning over her drawing.  But then the little boy got caught up in the music, trying to make the notes perfect.  He was getting really good at it; pretty soon he’d be almost as good as he was with Heart and Soul.

The first hint Jason had of trouble was Kala’s voice rising shrilly.  No!” she shouted, leaping off the couch, but Brutus had hold of her wrist and she couldn’t leap far.  Lemme go!

Jason stopped playing, standing up to see what was happening.  His eyes felt like they were bulging out of his head, and his breath started to whistle in his throat.  Why was Brutus, who had been so nice, suddenly holding Kala’s arm so tightly?  He was telling her, “Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s just a game, don’t yell…”  Jason didn’t like it; didn’t like the way Brutus was bending over his sister, didn’t like to see Kala throwing her whole weight against his grip on her wrist.

“Hey, it’s all right, hush now,” Brutus said, and Kala kicked him in the shin, hard. 

At nearly the same moment she brought her little fist down on the hand that held her opposite wrist and Brutus’s grip loosened enough for her to eel away and run, still yelling.  Don’ touch me!  Don’t you ever touch me!

Brutus followed, and now he was scary-quick, Jason’s chest tight, seeing the large man’s powerful hand clamp down over Kala’s face.  Her eyes wild, fighting for air, Brutus holding her arm and shushing her, but his hand covering her mouth so she couldn’t breathe, and Jason’s heart thumping loudly, his little hands squeezing down on the piano, squeezing…

Over the roar of his own pulse, Jason heard a few faint pops, the source of which he couldn’t trace.  His vision was growing dark from lack of oxygen, his throat closed in terror.  Kala tried to scream, but her voice was muffled, her eyes so full of fear…

Echoes from the recent past.  Kala’s voice: I won’t let anybody take my brother away.  Even if you are a boogerhead.  And Jason’s own: I love you, too, Kala.  I’ll never let anyone take you away from me either.

Nobody hurts my sister!  With that thought renewing his determination, Jason managed to take a noisy, rasping breath.

Brutus turned at the sound, just in time to see the piano, airborne…

 

 
 
Latitude and Longitude: The Usual Spot
On the Verge of: accomplishedProud
Beautiful Noise: Train-Ordinary
 
 
 
sean_montgomery: Super!Reviewer!sean_montgomery on March 31st, 2007 09:55 pm (UTC)
Emotions are flying high in this one - and I'm not talking about the ones that make that piano soar, either. ; )

Ugh, ladies - UGH!! Tension and everything and just... everything! Jason's abilities are finally showing, and Lois' relentless pursuit is making her reach the breaking point. Good thing Kal-El is there to be the voice of reason behind this (though is own concern is eating at him as well). And let's all have a moment of silence for Brutus, who will be (as far as we know) missing under a piano for the remainder of this story. *bows head*

Good stuff, ladies. Glad our little talk last night didn't prevent you from getting some work done!
AlphieLJ: Familyalphielj on April 1st, 2007 01:28 am (UTC)
OH nuh-uh. He didn't. He did NOT try to do what I think he tried to do! He doesn't deserve a piano tossed at him but rather an entire BOAT! I'm not as attached to Kala as I am to Jason, but still, NO ONE messes wuth Supes kids! NO ONE!

Ok, so I was hoping for a LITTLE more resolution this chapter and what I get is more angst. Lois' breakdown was so heart breaking! And Clark's thoughts were right there with her. Ugh. This is really a tramatic fic!
Loiskalalanekent on April 1st, 2007 01:47 am (UTC)
Settle down, girl. We're getting there.
Brian's FanFic Journal: Superman over the earthmr_beeto on April 1st, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
Cool.

I really was having trouble believing that Brutus would become Mr. Nice Guy, as he presented himself to the kids. True colors came through in the end, didn't they? (His end, that is). Lex's Lackeys are a creepy, sicko bunch, aren't they? He deserves to get squished.

I see that they've swapped partners this time. Good thing. Can't beat the Lane/Kent team, can you, though Lana seemed to hold her own pretty well. I am really liking Richana, though not as much as Clois.

And just so you know, I'll be expected copious amounts of Richana and Clois next time, as you promised. I'll take extra Clois on my serving, please.
✰ ❝elliαniα❞ ĸatrine: ¤Team¤elliania on April 1st, 2007 01:07 pm (UTC)
O_O Brutus, that Sonofabitch!!! (è_é) You make me believe, a chapter or two ago, that he could be a good guy, but THAT!! OMG! That's worse than the scene in the movie where Jason have to see his mom's murder. Poor Kala darling! I was looking for it and I'm glad Jason powers manifested for saving his little sister!!

Lois' breakdown was hurting to read!!! (é_è) And I was glad to see Richard and Lana working as a team!!! :o) (btw, I'll do your icon soon this week! I like the pics, (Annette O'Toole is really beautiful) but I'll have to find some Richard's ones... so if you have some, you can send them to me too!) Clark was super! *giggles* I loved the way he stayed calm and helpful for Lois! And the little phone call from Martha, very good!!

Really great chapter m'dears!!!! I enjoying it more and more!!!! ♥♥♥
ellalou73 on April 2nd, 2007 01:51 am (UTC)
I got my computer back and I'm so happy. I printed off the story and Loved it. All of their thoughts and everything was just fantastic. I felt so horrible for Lois when she walked into the kids room realizing that they were gone, and wanted Superman to hold her...Ahaha, love Richard but I like him with someone else better.

I love how composed Clark was, he had to be, while they were dealing with the phone lady. I know how that lady feels, we really can't give out information like that, you have to go through a long drawn out process, but anyway I was glad that he was there to care for her.

AHHHHH Brutus trying to hurt Kala, what a twist that was on the movie and I didn't even see that coming. You two are great at the oh my gods in this story for me..haha, but I was so glad that Jason came to the rescue for his sister. He's such a great brother and two words came to mind for this, TWIN POWER.. you need a icon with them and that on it ahaha, okay Anyway I loved it as usual and I can't wait for the rest even the m rating excites me ahaha...
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LJ: krypto-cloningljs_lj on April 3rd, 2007 08:35 pm (UTC)
OMG! Jason! I am loving this story so much! *eagerly awaits the next part*