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.

Read it on AO3

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

Beloved Enemy

Thank you so much! <3 Fanart makes my week!

Comments

[bagheera-san.livejournal.com]

I just... wow. I'm torn between admiration, envy and plain being intimidated by your writing. The metaphors! The descriptions!

What I love especially is the sense of utter certainty that Lex projects in this. The world makes *sense* to him, always, all Newtonian mechanics and he's completely messed up but in a rigidly ordered way and god, so smart...

And it actually made me feel drunk a couple of times, that's how good it was.

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

The advantage to writing at 6 AM is that attaining a drunkenly incoherent mindset is not especially challenging. Going back the next day and trying to wrestle it into something that makes sense is the tricky part ^^; (even if Lex's scientific method is highly questionable when he's wasted. you can't disprove a negative hypothesis, Lex!)

(ps. I <3 that icon so very much!)