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Miracles: SV/HP/X2

They built a hero out of expectations
and what a hopeless hero was he
with sticks for legs he shook when the wind blew, even slightly
and he welcomed the smiles, he welcomed the applause
and he hoped that they'd never forget just who they thought he was
they dressed him up in rich man's clothes, and told him he was beautiful
then they expected miracles…
- HP -

His robes swirl around the nothingness of his ankles, and his glasses fog up when the weather changes dramatically, as though they can’t quite keep up with the illusion and need time to change the set before the next act.

Sometimes Harry is slow.

He does his best to curse along with his friends and laugh when they laugh. He finds a girl to adore and fixates on her the way the rest of his friends do. He plays Quidditch and attempts to listen when people tell him things that are ‘important.’

Anything to fill in the void.

There’s quite a bit to fill up.

It’s a good trick.

*

Sometimes he wakes up in the morning feeling empty. It’s not a hunger as much as it’s an emptiness; Harry Potter is only a shell of a boy, so he eats quite a bit and drinks a bit more. He never got enough before, and now that this is after, there’s a lot to make up for. There’s always extra work to be done.

A hero’s work is never done.

Harry does his best to be what people expect him to be, even though he’s always thought of himself in some other sort of job, perhaps as an illusionist.

*

People expect Harry to be taller/ shorter/ thinner/ fatter/ older/ younger. They expect fire to shoot from his eyes and for him to walk on water. All slights of hand and trickery, but they all think he is beautiful, and that comes naturally.

He is their symbol.

They say he is a miracle.

*

Draco Malfoy rattles when he walks, and his voice is thin and hollow. Harry knows what that’s like, and when they fight Harry feels… full. Alive. More substantive.

One day he’s going to use Malfoy to fill the holes in his life.

*

The greatest trick Harry Potter has ever pulled is convincing the world that he’s a living and breathing boy. He’s not.

The flesh and blood are obvious, but he is only what people want him to be. He is figment of expectations, and the miracle of his existence is that he really doesn’t exist at all.

One day he’s going to change that.

His parents were pleased, they went to all the parties
he was groomed for greatness from the time he was young
raised on a diet of television, he was taught to listen, kept dumb
and he welcomed desire
and reckless luxury
the world soaked up every drop of drama and insecurity
they dressed him up in rich man's clothes and told him he was beautiful
then they expected miracles
- SV -

There are grains of sand coating Lex’s skin. Between his toes, in his ears, wedged in the cheeks of his ass. His skin is raw, and sex is uncomfortable.

There’s a glaring lack of lube and prophylactics on this particular desert island, and the last place Lex needs friction burn, or a burn of any kind, is on his dick. He can survive a lot, but even Lex has his limits, so he pushes imaginary-Clark away and rolls over on his bed of palm leaves, looking for the cool spot even though there’s no such thing.

The sun is too bright, even through the canopy of trees, and it’s entirely too hot outside.

Lex has gone to hell, but he’d always heard that the second ring wasn’t nearly this hot. He’d thought this particular dimension had more ships or something of that sort. Something about lust that he can’t remember right now, and every thought about hell takes him away from Dante and closer to Rimbaud.

This is Lex’s season in hell, only he is Paul Verlaine, and Clark is going to be the end of him. If his memory recalls. If he can remember full lips and black lies without blacking out. The heat makes him black out a lot.

The heat makes Lex do a lot of things, and he talks of Plato’s grave disease to coconut trees.

Love. Love will drive him insane in the end.

He has done his best to resist the temptations of Clark Kent, but he is only a man. He should be a god, and he spends his days swimming out to sea. He always comes back, even though one day he promises himself he won’t.

Lex never promises anyone anything, and one day he will make good on his promise. It’s only fair. It’s only right, even though palm leaves cut into his skin. They’re soft and sharp and warm and too many things for any great man to have to suffer through even though Lex never bleeds. Miracles indeed.

Lex is a great man. Lex is a trapped man on this sandy, barren island where he jerks off using smushed bananas and overripe mangoes. Lord Acton was right: he is a bad man.

There are grains of sand in places that it doesn’t belong, but Lex does his best to ignore that. Them. Lex does his best to ignore a lot of things, but the blue of the sky is too bright and the red of his blood is a cape flapping in the breeze.

Lex’s island becomes Napoleon’s plan and now that Lex has shown up he’s not sure what’s going to happen, and when Clark wakes him up in the middle of the night, Lex’s legs are tangled in the sheets and his heart is beating a thousand times a minute.

He’s not on the island anymore, but there are grains of sand in his mouth.

and then one day his admirers just quit him
they packed up their paint and were gone
and he stood alone,
their beautiful disaster,
wondering were he'd gone wrong
and he wanted the smiles and he wanted the applause
but no one would look him in the eye now,
no one returned his calls
they dressed him up in rich man's clothes
and told him he was beautiful
then they expected miracles
- X2 -

He woke up in anticipation of an alarm that hadn’t been set, and he stumbled out of his bed before his brain could have a chance to engage. The tiles of the bathroom were cold beneath his feet, and the water in the shower scalded his skin. He washed with a non-existent bar of soap and left half the shampoo in his hair.

He didn’t shave.

He picked his clothing from what was scattered on the floor of the bedroom, and then he made the bed. Not his bed, but St. John’s bed.

Johnny never made his bed, but Bobby did.

*

He gathered all the clothing he could find from the left side of the room. He took it down to the laundry room and ran three loads in the middle of the night: one white, one dark and one in between. He straightened the books on the shelves, slipped several issues of Batman into their covers and replaced them where they belonged.

Bobby dusted the dresser, put St. John’s leather jacket in the closet, right next to his winter parka, and hung his robe on the back of the door.

When the laundry was done Bobby took it back to their room, folded the socks and shirts and hung the jeans on hangers. He turned off the lights, lit a candle, and left the room.

*

He sat on the floor by the phone and waited for it to ring.

*

Dust gathered on the bed and the comic books began to yellow from the sunlight. Bobby changed the sheets once a week and bought an enormous graphic novel to protect the comics.

He stopped shaving.

He bought himself a Zippo lighter with a shark on it.

And then he waited for St. John to come home.

-finis-

Notes: Song ‘Miracles’ by Matt Nathanson. Dedicated to

happyminion who felt that Lex should be crazy by now, and to everyone else who wanted X2 and H/D. Inspired by The Usual Suspects, Monsieur Rimbaud, and one too many petulant teenagers.

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Oh. My. God.

And yes, I mean you ;) This was awesome, so wow. I mean, I have no words, but yes, just iamgine the best possible review, add a hundred percent GLOMP to it and that's what this should be.

The song. Ah! And the characters! You so totally broke my heart. I love you!

This is terrific! I especially love the stream of consciousness effect in the SV story. Fantastic job as usual. :)

This is terrific! I especially love the stream of consciousness effect in the SV story. Fantastic job as usual. :)

*g* Why thank you very much, madam!

*sniff* Poor Lex. Poor, poor, shitbird crazy Lex. *sniff*

*sniff* Poor Lex. Poor, poor, shitbird crazy Lex. *sniff*

Oh he's not full-on crazy yet, but we're getting there and when it happens, whoooo. *winks* All that heat and being left alone and used, it's enough to make anybody come unhinged.

I'm usually in it for the mutants and I only have a passing knowledge of Smallville, but I find the Lex fic the most interesting. Amusing how he waxes intellectual in his insanity.

The heat makes Lex do a lot of things, and he talks of Plato’s grave disease to coconut trees.

Indeed.

Nice stuff, as usual.

I'm usually in it for the mutants and I only have a passing knowledge of Smallville, but I find the Lex fic the most interesting. Amusing how he waxes intellectual in his insanity.

Lex isn't the kind of just *go* insane, he'd have to make it interesting. He'd probably start reading Hunter S. Thompson and reenacting it.

Whoa. Just. Wow.

That was beyond amazing. One of the best uses I've ever seen for a song fic. OMG, and then to weave the three fandoms in there.

I want to just pet them all. So much heartache for so many pretty boys!

Beautiful writing, and the *longing* expressed in each one just tugs at me.

Whoa. Just. Wow.

That was beyond amazing. One of the best uses I've ever seen for a song fic. OMG, and then to weave the three fandoms in there.

I am what is commonly referred to as a multi-fandom whore, and despite the advice of my doctor, I try to actively participate in at least two or three on any given week. I'm normally not a song-fic person, but the song demanded tribute from these fandoms, so I couldn't really help myself. I'm so glad that you liked them, thanks!

Lovely, lovely, lovely bits.

I'm glad you enjoyed them, Mara.

God damn it, I already typed this out once and it was all eloquent and well-thought out but my loser computer froze. Does LJ constantly freeze anyone else's computer? *pissed off*

Anyway, it's nice how you have this set up to go straight to the commenting part so that I can't look at anyone else's comment and steal what they say. I try not to, but I think it happens unconciously.

Anyway. Drabble-centric babbling commences:

1. This Harry is very in character with the Harry in Order. I loved the description of Harry as a sad, empty boy and completely at loss as to how to be the hero that everyone expects him to be. Also, nice parallel of Draco and Harry. *applaud*

2. Lex! Poor, crazy, lost Lex. How long was he on that island, anyway? The literary/historical references were a nice touch, considering Lex's character. It seems quite... Lex-like that as he loses himself, he'd seal himself off with this wall of famous characters. I can very much see this Lex. Also, this line:

He’s not on the island anymore, but there are grains of sand in his mouth.

was very, very nice and wrapped it up very well.

3. X2!!! I can't write Bobby/Johnny to save my life, obviously I need to see the movie again. This was a great, great look at Bobby's inner feelings and how he tried to keep himself together after St. John left. This is kind of how I'd imagine him acting when he realized that St. John was gone. His doing the wash in the middle of the night struck me deeply for some reason. I'm not quite sure why.

In summary, I loved these three drabbles and *wow* that song is just perfect for these guys. *stunned* *runs off to download*

In summary, I loved these three drabbles and *wow* that song is just perfect for these guys. *stunned* *runs off to download*

First of all, thank you for your lovely feedback regarding the drabbles. I'm sorry your computer ate them, I hate that shit, too. With regards to Mr. Nathanson's song, I have to say that it's 50 times better live, but it's just so beautiful. It doesn't hurt that he's got charisma coming out his pores. I adore Matt.

I love your icon, as well. She rules. Did you see Secretary, by any chance?

Did I see it? Pfft. Duuuuuuuuuuude. Loved it. Loved her. I have a big straight girl crush on Maggie.

WOW!
I am just breathtaken, these three fandoms are my favourite and they're all fulfilled in one awesome post!
wow!
the harry one is delicious, i adore the new book as he's more dark and bitter, mmm.
lex, *sigh*, lex. i really liked the description of the sand grains and the slight madness :)
and *sniffle* X2. bobby and johnny! aww the lighter, that nearly made me cry :(

thank you for writing that, it was lovely! i thought i was going mad when I saw "Miracles" posted twice on my friends page! (i'm a member of both HPDrabble and XSlash!)
*definitely runs off to download that song*

I am just breathtaken, these three fandoms are my favourite and they're all fulfilled in one awesome post!
wow!
the harry one is delicious, i adore the new book as he's more dark and bitter, mmm.
lex, *sigh*, lex. i really liked the description of the sand grains and the slight madness :)
and *sniffle* X2. bobby and johnny! aww the lighter, that nearly made me cry :(

thank you for writing that, it was lovely! i thought i was going mad when I saw "Miracles" posted twice on my friends page! (i'm a member of both HPDrabble and XSlash!)
*definitely runs off to download that song*

What lovely feedback, I'm so glad that you enjoyed the stories. I used to do a lot more same title drabbles, but it's been a long time since I enjoyed one as much as this.

*oohs and aahs appreciatively*

because i can't think of anything to say to your writing anymore.

because i can't think of anything to say to your writing anymore.

*sighs* It's that bad now, is it? You're supposed to *help* me with these things! Make me better, not let me runamok making a mess. :p

but your messes are oh-so-fun!

p.s.- your icon? is that you?

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but your messes are oh-so-fun!

p.s.- your icon? is that you?

Alas, no. That's one of my straight girl crushes - Maggie Gyllenhaal.

oh, i didn't recognize her. *squints* now i do though.

*is intelligent*

Eeee! *snuggles Harry, hands Lex some sunscreen and aloe gel, and snuggles Bobby*

One day he’s going to use Malfoy to fill the holes in his life.

I know this is supposed to have a more sombre tone but.. I have a dirty mind. *sheepish* Sorry.

At any rate, the writing is fabulous, but I'm a bit too thick to really get all the implications. (Except for the dirty ones. Ones unintended.) Really lyrical, the kind that makes me stick out my tongue at you because I can't write that well. :P and I enjoyed it very much. Thankee! :)

And now, won't you please come and help me cajole

icarusancalion into finishing her Harry/Percy fic? Yes? Good!

I loved the Harry Potter one.

I don't watch Smallville, but i read the drabble for the language. I wasn't disappointed.

X2 was wonderful. So sad.

They were all chilling in their own way. Bittersweet. Perfect.

I loved the Harry Potter one.

I don't watch Smallville, but i read the drabble for the language. I wasn't disappointed.

X2 was wonderful. So sad.

They were all chilling in their own way. Bittersweet. Perfect.

I'm so glad you enjoyed them, thank you!

Is this a songfic? I don't know if it can technically be considered one, since it's actually, you know, *good*.

I think the Lex section is definitely the best--something about it just pops. Maybe it's the style, which seems to be a little bit more inside his head than the other two. But I like them all. Lovely.

I think the Lex section is definitely the best--something about it just pops. Maybe it's the style, which seems to be a little bit more inside his head than the other two. But I like them all. Lovely.

I wasn't trying to make a song fic, I just, you know, really liked the song and wanted to share. I think the Lex piece is my favorite as well, there's just something about it.

*wobbles*
*staggers*
*dies*

Mmm, love the HP one. It's just... mmm. It reminds me of something I can't quite put my finger on. It's something good though, and it gives me a sort of feeling that I can't really describe sort of bittersweet and on the edge of something really big, the edge of epiphany.

And, his glasses fog up when the weather changes dramatically, as though they can’t quite keep up with the illusion and need time to change the set before the next act.
Ah, lovely... just lovely.

mmmmm. still too tired for coherent thoughts. but happy. very happy now. ... you know, in a sad, wistful sort of way.

mmmmm. still too tired for coherent thoughts. but happy. very happy now. ... you know, in a sad, wistful sort of way.

Yes, that's my boys, happy in a sort of witful, psycho way. *pats fondly*

.... This was so, so, so, so, sad. I love how you combined the three fandoms (three of my favorites, by the way). I clicked on this from the X_Slash comm, but am very glad that I read the whole thing, not just the X2 part. You write beautifully. Never, ever stop.

I'm a multi-fandom whore who has zero self-control, so trying to write all three at one time was like S&M, but I am so glad that you liked this this, thank you!

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