fic: this is Lex, bothering me at six in the morning, the git

[xparrot]

This started out completely self-indulgent, because on occasion I like my boys bombed out of their skulls (see Ban in The Mickey) and Lex will do it to himself, which makes him more cooperative than most. Given how Lex drinks scotch like it's vodka*, he can't like being in his head terribly much. Except it went all horribly weirdly angsty on me and why can't I write fluff? I crave Clex fluff. And then I write this. Man.

* to quote Elliot on Scrubs, a couple eps ago.

Smallville: String Theory at 1 AM {3,146 words}
PG, Clex-ish angst, near-futurefic
Lex has vision, a reason for everything, and a lot to drink.

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ETA: digitalwave did an absolutely lovely manip for this story (and it's sweet, too, not angsty!)

Beloved Enemy

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Comments

[stitcher2ficcer.livejournal.com]

Finally got to this before bed last night. Definitely not fluff; but masterfully written angst. Ditto to many of the comments above. Your carry-through on the threads metaphor throughout this piece was excellent. You do make me love Lex in a way that I never might have without seeing the angsty complexities underneath the comic book/movie villain.... might have gotten that from Smallville if I watched it; but as it is, I'm content to get it from your writing of him.

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Or you might not have gotten it from the show anyway; SV plays with you like that. Sometimes it's there, somoetimes it's not. Either way, glad you enjoyed the story, even if I have connived to get you into Lex against your will ^^