Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Lex, Lydia Kraven
Genres: Drama, Holiday, Horror, Mystery, Suspense
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
General Summary: Something wicked lives in McCready’s Marsh.
Chapter Summary: Clark and Lex visit Lydia again.
Date Of Completion: December 8, 2017
Date Of Posting: October 20, 2018
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1048
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THE WITCH OF THE WOODS
Truth, not lies,
As her silence keened,
The woods leaned
In ways crazy,
“In The Green”
Clark dialed Lex’s number. His friend picked up on the second ring.
“Lex, it’s me."
"Hello, Me." Clark could clearly hear amusement in Lex’s voice.
He glanced around. The corridor where the phones were located was empty right now as everyone was in class.
“We’ve got another disappearance.”
Lex sighed. “Does that mean another trip to the swamp?”
“Marsh. And I’d like to try again tonight.”
“Stop by on the way to the squishy place.”
Clark laughed. “Okay, see you after supper. I’ve got to get to class.”
Clark hung up and went to Math class.
“What’s the matter?”
“This ground is definitely squishy. Yuck.”
Clark smiled. “C’mon, we’re almost there.”
Lex shook his boot and followed Clark with a sigh.
They reached the cottage and Lex immediately felt something different from their previous visits. A shadow moved on the porch and Lex grasped Clark’s arm.
Lydia Kraven’s age was indeterminate. Gray hair framed a face that could be thirty or fifty. She wore an old brown sweater over a gray dress, her stocky body half-hidden in the shadows.
It was the eyes that drew Lex. An almost unearthly blue, they saw everything, of that Lex was sure.
“’Evenin’, Clark.” She looked at Lex, who was standing a few feet behind Clark. “’Evenin’, Lex.”
“Good evening, Lydia.”
Lex had undergone strange introductions before, but this one was a doozy.
Her gaze returned to Clark, who returned her greeting as well. “It’d be best if you and your friend stayed out of the marsh.”
“Have you seen anything?”
“Did you see Bull Rush or Cal Anderson?”
“Nope.” Lydia shoved her hands in her sweater pockets. “Just stay outta McCready’s, Clark. This ain’t the time of year to hang around here.”
The crickets sounded louder to Lex. He was more than happy to take Lydia’s advice and get the hell out of Dodge, but he waited for Clark’s cue.
“I don’t want you out here alone if another meteor mutant is running around.”
Lydia chuckled. “You’re a gem, Clark. Always worryin’ about other people.” She cocked her head. “Thanks, but I been takin’ care of myself long before you were born. Go home, Clark. Stay clear until after Samhain.”
She vanished into the shadows and Lex tugged on Clark’s coat sleeve. Clark looked frustrated but left the clearing.
Lex felt his skin tingle as they walked. Something wicked this way…Lex speeded up a little.
The wind whistled through the trees as the half-moon shone down. The pond shimmered as an owl hooted in the distance. Mist was rising over the water as Lex stifled the urge to run, but he didn’t look back.
Clark frowned and veered off toward the pond. His boots touched the edge of the water.
“Yeah, we’re here after Wendy the Witch told us to vamoose.”
Clark smiled slightly. “’Vamoose’?”
“That’s right. C’mon, let’s go.”
Clark was staring at the water, then abruptly turned and strode away. Lex had to almost run to catch up.
Once they were out of the marsh, Lex opened his car door and said, “Lydia Kraven’s advice is sound. That place is spooky, even for Smallville.”
Clark was distracted, still looking in the direction of the marsh, but he smiled.
“What’s the matter, Lex, nervous?”
“Damned right I am. Lydia Kraven and her spooky cottage gives me the willies.”
“Lydia can be a little dramatic.”
“A little?” Lex walked around the car to Clark. “What’s up, Gorgeous?”
Clark blushed but said, “It’s just not right.”
“This whole set-up.” Clark waved his hand in the direction of the marsh. “It’s fishier than Hob’s Pond.”
“Well, I agree with you there.”
Clark sighed. “I guess we better go home.”
Lex touched Clark’s face. “On a beautiful night like this?”
Clark’s breath hitched. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he said, “It’s only a half-moon.”
“Romantic, huh?” Clark’s hand cupped the back of Lex’s head and drew him close. Their lips met and Lex felt the power of the kiss all the way down to his groin.
They kissed more urgently, Lex pushing Clark back onto the hood of his Porsche. He kissed Clark’s throat and collarbone as Clark cupped his buttocks, squeezing as he panted.
“Mmm, c’mon, baby.” Lex rained Clark’s face with kisses. He rubbed against his lover, so happy after a night of tension. “Mmm, you taste good.”
Clark thrust up and Lex worked their pants to allow their cocks to rub together, creating their own heat in the chilly night.
“C’mon,” Lex panted, the friction growing heated. He clutched Clark’s shirt, their hips meeting as they reached the edge.
An inhuman howl split the air as the lovers froze. Time stood still until Lex croaked, “What the hell?”
Clark gently pushed Lex off him and rolled off the hood. He quickly pulled up and zipped his pants and began running for the marsh.
Lex fumbled with his zipper and stumbled after Clark once he was put together. “Worse coitus interruptus ever,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
It was a madcap race to the marsh, but nothing was disturbed. A covey of quail took off from a set of bushes, causing Lex’s heart to thump a little harder. They reached the edge of the pond but there wasn’t even a ripple on the water. No more strange cries, either.
“I know the sound came from here.” Clark pointed down at the pond.
“There’s nothing here.” Lex put his hand on Clark’s shoulder.
“You heard that sound.”
“Ghastly, I know, but we shouldn’t stick around here.”
“We’ve fought meteor mutants before.”
“Yeah, but let’s do it in the daylight.” Lex squeezed Clark’s shoulder.
Clark stubbornly remained motionless as he stared hard at the water but finally said, “All right.” He turned away and Lex felt relief. Whatever this was…
Clark looked at Lex curiously. “What?”
Lex pointed to the ground and Clark let out a low whistle.
A huge set of footprints was deeply impressed in the mud as they led to the pond.
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