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crack_van2009-01-17 12:18 pm
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Entry tags:
Dream On by Dawn (PG-13)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Chloe/Clark; mentions of Lex/Lana and Clark/Lana
Length: a long one-shot
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laurelnola
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
laurelnola wrote this beautiful piece just after the season 7 finale, when a lot of us were feeling down about how everything was going. For a lot of us, seasons 6 and 7 were like something of a nightmare, that didn't in any way make sense, and didn't completely line up with what we'd seen in the previous five seasons. She recognized a lot of these little things that a good portion of the fandom were upset about. She took one element, and the episode before everything went "wrong", so to speak, and corrected the things we were uncomfortable with, as well as quite a few conflicting continuity errors. What's she created is an amazing piece, that not only makes sense, but takes us back to a time when things on this roller coaster of a show were beyond logical and wonderful, and a good majority of the fandom were actually pleased and happy. It's fic like this that gives me a little bit of hope that the show itself will get better before it reaches its conclusion.
It was no wonder he felt confused most of the time. His life had become a surreal dream, and he mostly felt that what he did made as little sense as any of the rest of them. He could barely remember the last time he smiled, he realized, going down to the kitchen. He glanced at himself in the mirror on the stairs and let out a breath. He felt like an old man, despite the fact that he didn’t age the way humans did. But his life the past two years had taken their toll on him.
How had everything gotten so crazy?
Pulling out a gallon of milk from the refrigerator, he tried to remember the last time that he had felt good, the last time that the world had seemed right, and he knew immediately when it was. He’d been thinking about it for quite some time, despite his best efforts.
It had been when he had kissed Chloe Sullivan in the basement of the Daily Planet.
His feelings for Chloe had been reaching a peak for awhile, but he hadn’t dared act on them, because if there was one thing he had vowed to do, it was never hurt her again. He’d rather love her secretly until he was sure how she felt about him.
Throwing herself in his arms had been an excellent way to make him sure, he thought, a little bubble of happiness forming in his chest, the way it always did when he thought of that night. And it was so typically Chloe. She had never been a girl to sit on the sidelines. She dreamed, she fought, she acted. It was one of the things he loved most about her.
Clark found himself frowning again.
Because he loved Chloe. It was something he tried not to be aware of, because she had brushed him off when he got back from the Phantom Zone, and he had gone zooming back to Lana, and he and Lana were now blissfully miserable, and Chloe was now a meteor freak, and Lex was crazier than ever, and nothing made sense.
He sat down at the table, pouring milk over his cereal and sighed. The only thing that made sense was this: he still loved Chloe. It played in his head, despite his best efforts to keep worshipping the ground Lana walked on. It was the steady drum that kept playing like a heartbeat, the pebble in his shoe that he knew was there but didn’t want to remove, the slow undercurrent that was trying to steer him back… somewhere.
Dream On
Pairing: Chloe/Clark; mentions of Lex/Lana and Clark/Lana
Length: a long one-shot
Author on LJ:
laurelnolaAuthor Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
laurelnola wrote this beautiful piece just after the season 7 finale, when a lot of us were feeling down about how everything was going. For a lot of us, seasons 6 and 7 were like something of a nightmare, that didn't in any way make sense, and didn't completely line up with what we'd seen in the previous five seasons. She recognized a lot of these little things that a good portion of the fandom were upset about. She took one element, and the episode before everything went "wrong", so to speak, and corrected the things we were uncomfortable with, as well as quite a few conflicting continuity errors. What's she created is an amazing piece, that not only makes sense, but takes us back to a time when things on this roller coaster of a show were beyond logical and wonderful, and a good majority of the fandom were actually pleased and happy. It's fic like this that gives me a little bit of hope that the show itself will get better before it reaches its conclusion. It was no wonder he felt confused most of the time. His life had become a surreal dream, and he mostly felt that what he did made as little sense as any of the rest of them. He could barely remember the last time he smiled, he realized, going down to the kitchen. He glanced at himself in the mirror on the stairs and let out a breath. He felt like an old man, despite the fact that he didn’t age the way humans did. But his life the past two years had taken their toll on him.
How had everything gotten so crazy?
Pulling out a gallon of milk from the refrigerator, he tried to remember the last time that he had felt good, the last time that the world had seemed right, and he knew immediately when it was. He’d been thinking about it for quite some time, despite his best efforts.
It had been when he had kissed Chloe Sullivan in the basement of the Daily Planet.
His feelings for Chloe had been reaching a peak for awhile, but he hadn’t dared act on them, because if there was one thing he had vowed to do, it was never hurt her again. He’d rather love her secretly until he was sure how she felt about him.
Throwing herself in his arms had been an excellent way to make him sure, he thought, a little bubble of happiness forming in his chest, the way it always did when he thought of that night. And it was so typically Chloe. She had never been a girl to sit on the sidelines. She dreamed, she fought, she acted. It was one of the things he loved most about her.
Clark found himself frowning again.
Because he loved Chloe. It was something he tried not to be aware of, because she had brushed him off when he got back from the Phantom Zone, and he had gone zooming back to Lana, and he and Lana were now blissfully miserable, and Chloe was now a meteor freak, and Lex was crazier than ever, and nothing made sense.
He sat down at the table, pouring milk over his cereal and sighed. The only thing that made sense was this: he still loved Chloe. It played in his head, despite his best efforts to keep worshipping the ground Lana walked on. It was the steady drum that kept playing like a heartbeat, the pebble in his shoe that he knew was there but didn’t want to remove, the slow undercurrent that was trying to steer him back… somewhere.
Dream On