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Into the darkness we find ourselves drawn by Melissa (Teen)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Lois Lane
Length: ~ 5800
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
simplytoopretty
Author Website: Smallville fic tag on LJ but she writes in other fandoms
Why this must be read:
There are simply not enough fics out there exploring Chloe & Lois' relationship as cousins/best-friends. Lois drove out to the "middle of nowhere" when she thought her cousin died and stuck around some more afterward. Chloe killed herself (almost literally) to save Lois. Yet very few writers explore their friendship (cousinship? kinship?).
Melissa's fic is primarily about Chloe and her mad investigative reporter skills. The plot of that story alone would have been enough to rec this fic but she adds another, more personal layer-- the hint that perhaps Chloe so desperately goes after the story to fill a void left when she and Lois drifted apart.
The picture is gruesome.
Crime scene photographs are never pretty images. Crime scene photographs of murders are some of the most gruesome images that can be captured by film. Death captured in color, death staring with open eyes and a crushed skull.
Chloe flips the picture over as Lois passes her desk with a fresh cup of coffee. The crime scene photograph is a photograph she isn't supposed to possess. She obtained the photograph illegally, after a cop friend told her about the case. A case containing six murders so far, although little was being done to investigate the deaths which spanned the course of three months.
The murder victims are all prostitutes. No one cares enough to devote the time, energy or resources into finding the murderer responsible.
[…]
Her editor hadn't been so appreciative of the story Chloe had presented. Grant Gabriel had simply said, "No, Sullivan, find something else. No one cares about dead prostitutes."
She hadn't been surprised. No one cares about a few dead prostitutes.
Just like no one cares about the process that leads meteor-infected individuals to commit homicide. No one cares about the why.
She could feel a headache coming on, the beginnings of a dull pounding descending upon her. Raising a hand to her forehead, Chloe lightly pinches the bridge of her nose. A book she had once read said this could help forestall a headache. It's never worked before, but she keeps hoping one day it will.
"You okay?" Lois asks.
Chloe glances up, away from her keyboard. Lois is staring at her with concern. She nods and says, "I'm fine."
It's a lie, but Lois doesn't know that. And Chloe is an expert at lying to Lois, so Lois nods and accepts the lie.
Into the darkness we find ourselves drawn
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Lois Lane
Length: ~ 5800
Author on LJ:
simplytooprettyAuthor Website: Smallville fic tag on LJ but she writes in other fandoms
Why this must be read:
There are simply not enough fics out there exploring Chloe & Lois' relationship as cousins/best-friends. Lois drove out to the "middle of nowhere" when she thought her cousin died and stuck around some more afterward. Chloe killed herself (almost literally) to save Lois. Yet very few writers explore their friendship (cousinship? kinship?).
Melissa's fic is primarily about Chloe and her mad investigative reporter skills. The plot of that story alone would have been enough to rec this fic but she adds another, more personal layer-- the hint that perhaps Chloe so desperately goes after the story to fill a void left when she and Lois drifted apart.
The picture is gruesome.
Crime scene photographs are never pretty images. Crime scene photographs of murders are some of the most gruesome images that can be captured by film. Death captured in color, death staring with open eyes and a crushed skull.
Chloe flips the picture over as Lois passes her desk with a fresh cup of coffee. The crime scene photograph is a photograph she isn't supposed to possess. She obtained the photograph illegally, after a cop friend told her about the case. A case containing six murders so far, although little was being done to investigate the deaths which spanned the course of three months.
The murder victims are all prostitutes. No one cares enough to devote the time, energy or resources into finding the murderer responsible.
[…]
Her editor hadn't been so appreciative of the story Chloe had presented. Grant Gabriel had simply said, "No, Sullivan, find something else. No one cares about dead prostitutes."
She hadn't been surprised. No one cares about a few dead prostitutes.
Just like no one cares about the process that leads meteor-infected individuals to commit homicide. No one cares about the why.
She could feel a headache coming on, the beginnings of a dull pounding descending upon her. Raising a hand to her forehead, Chloe lightly pinches the bridge of her nose. A book she had once read said this could help forestall a headache. It's never worked before, but she keeps hoping one day it will.
"You okay?" Lois asks.
Chloe glances up, away from her keyboard. Lois is staring at her with concern. She nods and says, "I'm fine."
It's a lie, but Lois doesn't know that. And Chloe is an expert at lying to Lois, so Lois nods and accepts the lie.
Into the darkness we find ourselves drawn