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Elementary, My Dear Clark

Title: Elementary, My Dear Clark
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville with touches of Sherlock Holmes
Character/Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words: Say What Friday: "There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact." -- Arthur Conan Doyle
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 804
Date Written: 13 October 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, none of whom are the author, and are used without permission.





"There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact,” Lex states, clenching a calabash pipe between his teeth.

His Doctor Watson sneaks a hand against his ribcage, tickling him quickly and without warning before wrapping his arm around his shoulders in a companionable gesture. “What about the obvious fact,” he asks, his voice a soft whisper and his blue eyes wide and shining with happiness, “that I love you?”

“Sherlock” Luthor turns his face away, blushing lightly. “That is hardly,” he hisses back in a low whisper, “an obvious fact.”

“It should be,” Clark counters. “I could shout it out loud. Then it would be obvious.”

Lex’s blush deepens, but he laughs. “You’re impossible tonight,” he whispers. “What happened? Did somebody slip you red kryptonite when I wasn’t looking?”

“If they had,” Clark counters, “I’d already have you out on that dance floor, and we’d probably be doing more than dancing.” This time, realizing what he’s said, Clark blushes as red as the punch in their cups.

He squares his shoulders suddenly as he tries to swallow down his own embarrassment. He grabs the paper cup out of Lex’s hand and sits both their cups down on the nearest table. “Come on,” he says, taking Lex’s hands in his and dragging him towards the dance floor.

“Clark,” Lex struggles, “we can’t -- “

“Yes, we can,” his boyfriend argues. “You’re always telling me to live in the moment, Lex, and always asking me,” he drops his voice to an even softer whisper than before, “why I’m constantly saving these people when they’ve never done anything for me. The least they can do is let me dance with the man I love on a night when we’re all trying to reveal little secrets about the insides we mask the rest of the year.”

Unseen by the boys, Chloe hurries over to the DJ. She reaches him just as Clark successfully pulls Lex out onto the dance floor. Under her instructions, the song switches from a fast tempo to a slow song. Lex tries to pull away, but Clark holds steadfastly to his hand and pulls him back into his arms. “You know you can’t break my grip,” he whispers into his ear. “You might as well go with it.”


“You’re impossible,” Lex protests, glancing around them at the people watching.

“No,” Clark corrects him gently, “I’m in love. You say it can’t be seen, so tonight let’s show the whole world -- or at least all of Smallville.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Lex sees a full cup of punch hit the floor. Blood red drink splashes out, matching the color of the man’s face. “Clark -- “ Lex argues, but Clark just spins him around and pulls him close again. Lex’s face is blanching with worry when he sees Martha grab her husband’s arm and yank him into a dance.

Clark turns them slowly, and Lex sees other people watching them, watching them but not running out onto the dance floor to stop them. Clark leans closer and brushes his lips across Lex’s cheek, just over the collar of his wool tweed Milford coat. “It’s elementary, my dear Sherlock,” Clark whispers into his ear. “They’re not about to stop us. They either like me or they fear you.”

“Gee, thanks a lot,” Lex whispers back dryly.

Clark grins. “It’s the truth,” he counters. Turning them again, he feels the tenseness begin to seep out of Lex’s body as he realizes that it is indeed the truth. They’ll be the talk of the town for at least the rest of the year, but no one dares come out and interrupt them. “The damage is done,” Clark teases as a photographer finally manages to break free of security and snap a flurry of pictures. “You might as well enjoy the dance.”

He spins him around and around again before, at the very end of the song, dipping him. When he pulls Lex back up to stand before him, Lex wraps his arms around Clark and kisses him long, deeply, and sweetly right before all the town’s eyes and cameras. Clark knows his eyes must be full of questions as Lex slowly relinquishes his lips, because his love looks at him with a sheepish grin, shrugs, and says, “To paraphrase Senator Watson, if you can’t beat them, join them.”

“I’m guessing that’s a different Watson?” Clark asks with true naivety.

Lex bursts out laughing and grinning. He cups Clark’s handsome, beaming face in his hands and runs his fingertips through the ends of Clark’s soft, jet black hair. “Yes, dear,” he says, “it’s a different Watson.” Still laughing and smiling, he presses his lips to Clark’s again and again. For the first time, this year, he hasn’t been tricked at all, only treated, and his heart is full of love!


The End

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