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Wine, A Constant Proof by LastScorpion (PG)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: none really
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lastscorpion
Author Website: Last Scorpion's Fics
Why this must be read: She's never been rec'ced here, but many people will know her "Darn!" Drabbles from the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wednesday100. Aside from the fact this story features the greatest Lionel death ever mentioned in a throwaway line, it's also a heart-wrenching look at what people are willing to do to protect themselves. Returning to Smallville for Lana's wedding, Lex is confronted with memories he can't quite place. His world revolves around a PDA that helps him manage his life, that helps him remember what he's supposed to. It's intriguing and sad, and the author does a great job of dropping small details about what Lex does and doesn't remember. Fans of the show will recognize tons of canon references, which the author uses extremely well to round out the story.
"Thought you were on vacation," Clark chided him, with a warm smile. He came and sat in the office's other chair, across the desk from Lex. "Are you sure you're all right, Lex?"
The look on Clark's face and the sound of his voice, combined with the unprecedented things his mind had been doing to him today, conspired to undermine Lex's hard-earned composure. He felt tears pricking at his eyes again, but blinked them back resolutely and said, "I'm fine, Clark. I keep telling you...." Clark kept looking at him -- warm, and worried, and Clark behind those thick alien lenses, and Lex had to close his eyes and stop talking.
They sat there in silence for a minute. When Lex opened his eyes, Clark was still looking at him.
"No," Lex whispered. "I'm not. I haven't been for -- what year is this? A long time."
Clark's face threatened to crumple for a second; he swallowed hard and blinked himself a couple of times. Lex wished desperately that he'd say something, but he was afraid to hear what it would be.
Read the story: Wine, A Constant Proof
Pairing: none really
Author on LJ:
lastscorpionAuthor Website: Last Scorpion's Fics
Why this must be read: She's never been rec'ced here, but many people will know her "Darn!" Drabbles from the
wednesday100. Aside from the fact this story features the greatest Lionel death ever mentioned in a throwaway line, it's also a heart-wrenching look at what people are willing to do to protect themselves. Returning to Smallville for Lana's wedding, Lex is confronted with memories he can't quite place. His world revolves around a PDA that helps him manage his life, that helps him remember what he's supposed to. It's intriguing and sad, and the author does a great job of dropping small details about what Lex does and doesn't remember. Fans of the show will recognize tons of canon references, which the author uses extremely well to round out the story."Thought you were on vacation," Clark chided him, with a warm smile. He came and sat in the office's other chair, across the desk from Lex. "Are you sure you're all right, Lex?"
The look on Clark's face and the sound of his voice, combined with the unprecedented things his mind had been doing to him today, conspired to undermine Lex's hard-earned composure. He felt tears pricking at his eyes again, but blinked them back resolutely and said, "I'm fine, Clark. I keep telling you...." Clark kept looking at him -- warm, and worried, and Clark behind those thick alien lenses, and Lex had to close his eyes and stop talking.
They sat there in silence for a minute. When Lex opened his eyes, Clark was still looking at him.
"No," Lex whispered. "I'm not. I haven't been for -- what year is this? A long time."
Clark's face threatened to crumple for a second; he swallowed hard and blinked himself a couple of times. Lex wished desperately that he'd say something, but he was afraid to hear what it would be.
Read the story: Wine, A Constant Proof