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crack_van2005-09-16 10:04 am
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Project Metropolis by Roses (PG-13)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosesmove
Author Website: Raptures and Roses
Why this must be read: The last of three "quiet" stories in the SV fandom. I didn't think I'd like this story at all. It's told from Pete's point of view and when it starts, Lex and Clark's friendship is rocky, to say the least. And Lex, being Lex, decides to friend Pete in an effort to get closer to Clark ... but along the way, it turns into a genuine friendship with the guys bonding over cars and racing. But it's more than that. There's action and angst and a smug Victoria Hardwick smack in the middle of everyone's troubles. It's a long story with a slow build towards getting Clark and Lex back on track, but it's addictive once you start reading. You'll grow to love Pete's voice in this, and that's really why this should be read - the character never had a chance to shine on Smallville. This is what Pete could've been, and it's amazing.
"You...want to come inside?" I asked, fairly sure he hadn't gone to the trouble of bringing me home to leave without grilling me for more information on Clark.
Lex took off his funky purple glasses and gave me one of those genuine smiles that made you feel you might actually have accessed something likeable.
"Sure," he said quietly. "I think we have a lot to talk about."
I shrugged and clomped up the steps, rubbing the head of my lab, Klungo, before I unlocked the door. Lex glanced at Klungo but didn't pet him or say anything to him.
At the time I'd found myself hoping he wasn't a cat person because I was convinced I could never be friends with someone who couldn't roll around on the floor and play with a dog.
I'd quickly come back to myself, not knowing which was more pathetic: thinking Lex was actually interested in becoming my friend, or waiting until he was on the outs with Clark before inviting him into my home.
I turned to glance over Lex's shoulder at the incongruity of the sports car in my drive and knew I wasn't fooling myself. Or anybody else.
Lex wanted my help, and somehow he knew just which buttons to push to get it. Much as I hated to admit it, part of me really didn't mind.
Read the story: Project Metropolis
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Author on LJ:
rosesmoveAuthor Website: Raptures and Roses
Why this must be read: The last of three "quiet" stories in the SV fandom. I didn't think I'd like this story at all. It's told from Pete's point of view and when it starts, Lex and Clark's friendship is rocky, to say the least. And Lex, being Lex, decides to friend Pete in an effort to get closer to Clark ... but along the way, it turns into a genuine friendship with the guys bonding over cars and racing. But it's more than that. There's action and angst and a smug Victoria Hardwick smack in the middle of everyone's troubles. It's a long story with a slow build towards getting Clark and Lex back on track, but it's addictive once you start reading. You'll grow to love Pete's voice in this, and that's really why this should be read - the character never had a chance to shine on Smallville. This is what Pete could've been, and it's amazing.
"You...want to come inside?" I asked, fairly sure he hadn't gone to the trouble of bringing me home to leave without grilling me for more information on Clark.
Lex took off his funky purple glasses and gave me one of those genuine smiles that made you feel you might actually have accessed something likeable.
"Sure," he said quietly. "I think we have a lot to talk about."
I shrugged and clomped up the steps, rubbing the head of my lab, Klungo, before I unlocked the door. Lex glanced at Klungo but didn't pet him or say anything to him.
At the time I'd found myself hoping he wasn't a cat person because I was convinced I could never be friends with someone who couldn't roll around on the floor and play with a dog.
I'd quickly come back to myself, not knowing which was more pathetic: thinking Lex was actually interested in becoming my friend, or waiting until he was on the outs with Clark before inviting him into my home.
I turned to glance over Lex's shoulder at the incongruity of the sports car in my drive and knew I wasn't fooling myself. Or anybody else.
Lex wanted my help, and somehow he knew just which buttons to push to get it. Much as I hated to admit it, part of me really didn't mind.
Read the story: Project Metropolis