These City Walls
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buggeryOkay, it's rather over the proper length -- 250 words instead of 100 -- but! It fits this week's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wednesday100 island challenge, and follows "Exodus" without spoiling anything that's happened in season 3 (for people like ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyfisher who don't get new eps promptly), and addresses seperis Jenn's consternation about the way RedK is working this time around (that link leads to many spoilers), and uses all the words andariell gave me to write into her birthday fic: transparent, grate, broken, snarl. I can perhaps be forgiven for going over, I hope...
Title by U2.
"These City Walls"
The rain started just outside the city. Clark drove aimlessly through Metropolis all night, getting soaked. Leather jacket stiffened, t-shirt nearly transparent, he felt like something out of Pete's spring break video stash. Yesterday he'd felt drawn here, like he somehow belonged in Metropolis, but the feeling evaporated, or maybe washed away in the rain.
A flash overhead: skyscrapers reflecting the lightening sky. Metropolis was waking, traffic welling in the drenched streets, and the harsh sounds and echoes were starting to grate. Not that he missed the boring crickets and lowing cows of Smallville. The light at the next intersection turned amber; Clark slowed, stopped. In the middle of the street, under a broken DON'T WALK sign, a girl in a pastel business suit stood on an island of sidewalk, vehicles flowing around her. When the light changed, she was still stranded. He wasn't rescuing her, he told himself, just getting that little business skirt to ride up when she climbed behind him. Clark paused at the kerb beside her, opened his mouth, then noticed the headline screaming from a Daily Planet box. Newlywed Luthors Lost At Sea?
Honks and shouts from drivers he cut off clamored behind Clark as he sped away. Lex had gone through with it after all. And now... Nobody ever survived plane crashes. Clark's hand caught in a snarl pushing through his damp hair. Just as well he'd sworn off playing hero.
Pete's secret fear was dying a virgin. The idea had never sounded so good.
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The Clark/Louis story I started in chat the other night is still in progress, for those who might be wondering.
wednesday100 island challenge, and follows "Exodus" without spoiling anything that's happened in season 3 (for people like kittyfisher who don't get new eps promptly), and addresses seperis Jenn's consternation about the way RedK is working this time around (that link leads to many spoilers), and uses all the words andariell gave me to write into her birthday fic: transparent, grate, broken, snarl. I can perhaps be forgiven for going over, I hope...Title by U2.
"These City Walls"
The rain started just outside the city. Clark drove aimlessly through Metropolis all night, getting soaked. Leather jacket stiffened, t-shirt nearly transparent, he felt like something out of Pete's spring break video stash. Yesterday he'd felt drawn here, like he somehow belonged in Metropolis, but the feeling evaporated, or maybe washed away in the rain.
A flash overhead: skyscrapers reflecting the lightening sky. Metropolis was waking, traffic welling in the drenched streets, and the harsh sounds and echoes were starting to grate. Not that he missed the boring crickets and lowing cows of Smallville. The light at the next intersection turned amber; Clark slowed, stopped. In the middle of the street, under a broken DON'T WALK sign, a girl in a pastel business suit stood on an island of sidewalk, vehicles flowing around her. When the light changed, she was still stranded. He wasn't rescuing her, he told himself, just getting that little business skirt to ride up when she climbed behind him. Clark paused at the kerb beside her, opened his mouth, then noticed the headline screaming from a Daily Planet box. Newlywed Luthors Lost At Sea?
Honks and shouts from drivers he cut off clamored behind Clark as he sped away. Lex had gone through with it after all. And now... Nobody ever survived plane crashes. Clark's hand caught in a snarl pushing through his damp hair. Just as well he'd sworn off playing hero.
Pete's secret fear was dying a virgin. The idea had never sounded so good.
click for more fic
The Clark/Louis story I started in chat the other night is still in progress, for those who might be wondering.
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Date: 2003-10-09 11:20 am (UTC)I really like the idea that Clark has sworn off rescuing people and that it gets hits him in such different ways. This is a cool 250-drabble, hon!
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Date: 2003-10-09 05:50 pm (UTC)You can call me Jack, btw. I'll answer to buggery-dude, but Jack's my name.
The swearing-off-rescuing wasn't explicitly stated, but I inferred it from on-screen events. Glad you liked the treatment, though.
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Date: 2003-10-09 10:17 pm (UTC)(I always add some familiar pet name to the end of personal addresses, so that might take some getting used to, Jack hon--LOL!)
Well, I certainly liked the inference :)
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Date: 2003-10-09 03:42 pm (UTC)Thanks for this! *hugs*
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Date: 2003-10-09 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-05 11:31 am (UTC)Good, though.