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Faint Hopes and Wishes by Polly Bywater (R)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex
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Author Website: Slash Fiction by Polly Bywater
Why this must be read: Everyone who knows me, knows I'm a Clex girl ... but I've got a soft spot for Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne, particularly when they've got a history together. I like to believe they were boys together at Excelsior Prep getting up to no good. *G* This story has a lot going for it - a drunken Chloe and Lana who decide Lex and Clark should be together; a self-sacrificing Clark who's denying the relationship he wants with Lex because of noble (typically stupid Clarkish) reaons; old friend Bruce who's willing to interfere to get Clark to see reason because Lex is hurting; not to mention tons of angst, a close-call where superhero identities are revealed, and happy endings. Oh, but my favourite? A drunken Lex Luthor shouting insults at a Gotham street gang - in Latin.
"Luthor, are you aware you're speaking Latin?" Batman asked with no small degree of exasperation, taking Lex by one arm. Lex was not so impaired that he thought he had a chance of resistance, but he was still buzzing enough to want to push the Dark Knight's buttons a bit.
"Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? Me ineptum."
"Christ. How drunk are you?" Batman muttered, hauling Lex off to where the Batmobile was parked in a nearby alley. Lex politely waited until they were both belted inside the sleek, low-slung vehicle then answered his oldest friend's question, tossing in a half-hearted leer for good measure.
"Not drunk enough, Bruce. Not nearly drunk enough."
Bruce Wayne, Gotham's Batman, rolled his eyes behind his cowl, put the car in gear and roared out onto the street. Lex relaxed into the leather upholstery and watched the city fly by, appreciating the view a little more as the pale dawn sun softened the harsh architecture. They passed the corporate offices of Wayne Enterprises, where Lex had done good, mutually beneficial business with Bruce yesterday, and he made a small sound at the way the sun limned the edges of the building in pinks and golds.
"Don't puke," Bruce ordered tersely, and Lex sighed.
Read the story and feedback the author: Faint Hopes and Wishes
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Author on LJ:
polly_bAuthor Website: Slash Fiction by Polly Bywater
Why this must be read: Everyone who knows me, knows I'm a Clex girl ... but I've got a soft spot for Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne, particularly when they've got a history together. I like to believe they were boys together at Excelsior Prep getting up to no good. *G* This story has a lot going for it - a drunken Chloe and Lana who decide Lex and Clark should be together; a self-sacrificing Clark who's denying the relationship he wants with Lex because of noble (typically stupid Clarkish) reaons; old friend Bruce who's willing to interfere to get Clark to see reason because Lex is hurting; not to mention tons of angst, a close-call where superhero identities are revealed, and happy endings. Oh, but my favourite? A drunken Lex Luthor shouting insults at a Gotham street gang - in Latin.
"Luthor, are you aware you're speaking Latin?" Batman asked with no small degree of exasperation, taking Lex by one arm. Lex was not so impaired that he thought he had a chance of resistance, but he was still buzzing enough to want to push the Dark Knight's buttons a bit.
"Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? Me ineptum."
"Christ. How drunk are you?" Batman muttered, hauling Lex off to where the Batmobile was parked in a nearby alley. Lex politely waited until they were both belted inside the sleek, low-slung vehicle then answered his oldest friend's question, tossing in a half-hearted leer for good measure.
"Not drunk enough, Bruce. Not nearly drunk enough."
Bruce Wayne, Gotham's Batman, rolled his eyes behind his cowl, put the car in gear and roared out onto the street. Lex relaxed into the leather upholstery and watched the city fly by, appreciating the view a little more as the pale dawn sun softened the harsh architecture. They passed the corporate offices of Wayne Enterprises, where Lex had done good, mutually beneficial business with Bruce yesterday, and he made a small sound at the way the sun limned the edges of the building in pinks and golds.
"Don't puke," Bruce ordered tersely, and Lex sighed.
Read the story and feedback the author: Faint Hopes and Wishes
WOW!
**BG**
Re: WOW!
I was trying to send you a comment earlier today to let you know about the rec, but your comments seem to be set to friends only - just so you know.
*HUGS*