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

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

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Thank you, so glad it worked for you.