The Courtship of Callum King
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Smallville / Warrior Angel
After the comic book smacked him in the forehead, Lex wasn’t sure whether to feel enraged or... enraged. He was tired of being assaulted in his own home, and after he’d had the grace to knock, too. Not that he was required to knock in his home, but this was just unacceptable, period. And it wasn’t enough that Lex had been struck dead between the eyes with a glossy, pointed projectile -- Clark had had the audacity to throw an issue of Warrior Angel, too. He hadn’t even had the courtesy to use something worth throwing, like the latest offering from Midget Radio Comics.
Lex would never forgive them for killing off The Escapist, again, and under Clark’s contrite expression, he finished pushing open the door to the library and stepped inside.
He managed to look from the graphic novel crumpled at his feet to Clark with only the smallest hint of malice curling the corners of his mouth. If the graphic novel were damaged, though, neither the Speed Force nor the Guardians nor the entire Amazonian nation would keep Clark from his wrath.
“Was it something I didn‘t say?” he asked dryly.
“Sorry,” Clark said, attempting to shrink into the deepest corners of the sofa.
“Sorry? Not yet -- but it’s still early.“ Lex‘s laugh was harsh and thoroughly unpleasant. Clark removed a pillow from the back of the sofa and pulled it over his head as a protective barrier.
“The next time you want to throw something, might I suggest using that super strength of yours to prevent a natural disaster or ten,” Lex said, bending down to retrieve the abused comic book from further villainy.
Clark made a noise. Lex stared.
Eventually, Lex got to his feet and flipped through the booklet in his hands. Joe Kavalier was an artist and Sam Clay deserved a metal for his storylines.
“I don’t know how you read that crap,” Clark said eventually.
Lex’s glare was an ugly, menacing thing.
Clark pulled the pillow tighter over his head.
“Just because you don’t like it, is no reason to talk badly about him. It. Them,” Lex said, checking the shiny booklet for damage.
“How can I not talk badly about it?” Clark protested, letting the pillow fall out of his hands. “It’s full of crap. The guys at Metro-verse suck. Who is this Hector guy, anyway? Why the hell is Cal dating him? And do they really think people aren’t going to notice that the guy with Warrior Angel just shrunk like six inches? People aren‘t stupid.”
Lex made a derisory noise, choosing to let Clark’s hypocrisy go unchecked for the moment. “I take it that you’re not big on Hector then?”
“He has no business dating, Cal.”
“It’s not called ‘dating’ --” Lex began.
“Fine. Wooing, courting, whatever they’re calling it in the 23rd century, that’s not the point. I mean, okay, Sean messed up, but mistakes happen.”
It had been at least a week since Lex had seen Clark sulk like this.
“--- And Sean and Cal belong together.” Clark scooted to the edge of the sofa and picked up several more issues from the coffee table in front of him. “Hector’s just some upstart from nowhere. He wasn’t there in the beginning; he has no idea how it is. Was. Is.”
Lex crossed his arms and leaned back against the door, careful of the comic book in his grasp. “When I suggested you read a few issues, I had no idea you were going to go through the entire back catalogue.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is your point, exactly?” Lex pushed away from the door and crossed the library floor. ““I never took you for a comic book romantic, either, Mr Daily Planet. You haven’t been lurking on any Warrior Angel message boards, have you? Because there’s this nut job on the Golden Age who’s been trying to circulate this petition to have Hector killed, and I think he’s got some problems.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Clark groused.
“But you don’t even like comic books,” Lex said, perching on the arm of the sofa.
“That’s not the point,” Clark said, pulling Lex off the arm and onto the sofa. Lex stiffened instinctively, but still allowed Clark to draw him closer. “There are people that belong together and other people shouldn’t be allowed to interfere.”
Clark’s words seemed rather fervent for a newbie, and Lex moved away to drop the abused comic book on a pile with its brethren. “Imagine if I had felt the same way when it came to you and Lana.”
Clark was silent, and when Lex glanced over his shoulder he found himself subject to the Super Glare.
“That was different,” Clark said.
“Was it really?”
“It was; I didn’t know what I wanted before. I was young…” Clark’s diatribe derailed rapidly under Lex’s amused gaze. “It’s not like Sean and Cal or Cal and Hector. Can you imagine how pissed off Sean must be? I mean, what if you’d left me for Adam --”
Clark’s mouth clamped shut as though under an invisible vise.
Lex smirked. “So this about Adam.”
“No,” Clark said. “Yes. No. I mean, not really, but doesn’t Hector look a hell of a lot like Adam? How can I be expected to like Hector anyway, he ruined everything.”
“One, it's a drawing, Clark, a depiction. Two, Adam didn’t ruin anything.“ Lex slid rearwards until he hit a wall of sofa and Clark. “I was never going to leave you for him. We were just -- we were.”
“Yeah, but,” Clark protested until Lex kissed him softly.
“Cal’s not trying to replace Sean,” Lex said resolutely. “He’s just trying to get over the pain, but it‘s not as though Sean‘s just going to let him go. It‘s never that easy.”
Clark opened his mouth to say something then apparently thought better of it. Eventually he said, “I feel bad for them.”
“Everybody does,” Lex agreed. “But if it makes you feel any better my sources at Metro-verse have told me The Powers That Be are considering reuniting Cal and Sean, too -- to keep people on their toes.”
“Good,“ Clark said. “They belong together.”
Lex nodded. “I heard someone said the same thing about us once.”
“Yeah, but Wally was drunk at the time.”
“Does it really matter?” Lex asked.
“Good point.”
-end-
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happyminion Smallville / Warrior Angel
After the comic book smacked him in the forehead, Lex wasn’t sure whether to feel enraged or... enraged. He was tired of being assaulted in his own home, and after he’d had the grace to knock, too. Not that he was required to knock in his home, but this was just unacceptable, period. And it wasn’t enough that Lex had been struck dead between the eyes with a glossy, pointed projectile -- Clark had had the audacity to throw an issue of Warrior Angel, too. He hadn’t even had the courtesy to use something worth throwing, like the latest offering from Midget Radio Comics.
Lex would never forgive them for killing off The Escapist, again, and under Clark’s contrite expression, he finished pushing open the door to the library and stepped inside.
He managed to look from the graphic novel crumpled at his feet to Clark with only the smallest hint of malice curling the corners of his mouth. If the graphic novel were damaged, though, neither the Speed Force nor the Guardians nor the entire Amazonian nation would keep Clark from his wrath.
“Was it something I didn‘t say?” he asked dryly.
“Sorry,” Clark said, attempting to shrink into the deepest corners of the sofa.
“Sorry? Not yet -- but it’s still early.“ Lex‘s laugh was harsh and thoroughly unpleasant. Clark removed a pillow from the back of the sofa and pulled it over his head as a protective barrier.
“The next time you want to throw something, might I suggest using that super strength of yours to prevent a natural disaster or ten,” Lex said, bending down to retrieve the abused comic book from further villainy.
Clark made a noise. Lex stared.
Eventually, Lex got to his feet and flipped through the booklet in his hands. Joe Kavalier was an artist and Sam Clay deserved a metal for his storylines.
“I don’t know how you read that crap,” Clark said eventually.
Lex’s glare was an ugly, menacing thing.
Clark pulled the pillow tighter over his head.
“Just because you don’t like it, is no reason to talk badly about him. It. Them,” Lex said, checking the shiny booklet for damage.
“How can I not talk badly about it?” Clark protested, letting the pillow fall out of his hands. “It’s full of crap. The guys at Metro-verse suck. Who is this Hector guy, anyway? Why the hell is Cal dating him? And do they really think people aren’t going to notice that the guy with Warrior Angel just shrunk like six inches? People aren‘t stupid.”
Lex made a derisory noise, choosing to let Clark’s hypocrisy go unchecked for the moment. “I take it that you’re not big on Hector then?”
“He has no business dating, Cal.”
“It’s not called ‘dating’ --” Lex began.
“Fine. Wooing, courting, whatever they’re calling it in the 23rd century, that’s not the point. I mean, okay, Sean messed up, but mistakes happen.”
It had been at least a week since Lex had seen Clark sulk like this.
“--- And Sean and Cal belong together.” Clark scooted to the edge of the sofa and picked up several more issues from the coffee table in front of him. “Hector’s just some upstart from nowhere. He wasn’t there in the beginning; he has no idea how it is. Was. Is.”
Lex crossed his arms and leaned back against the door, careful of the comic book in his grasp. “When I suggested you read a few issues, I had no idea you were going to go through the entire back catalogue.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is your point, exactly?” Lex pushed away from the door and crossed the library floor. ““I never took you for a comic book romantic, either, Mr Daily Planet. You haven’t been lurking on any Warrior Angel message boards, have you? Because there’s this nut job on the Golden Age who’s been trying to circulate this petition to have Hector killed, and I think he’s got some problems.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Clark groused.
“But you don’t even like comic books,” Lex said, perching on the arm of the sofa.
“That’s not the point,” Clark said, pulling Lex off the arm and onto the sofa. Lex stiffened instinctively, but still allowed Clark to draw him closer. “There are people that belong together and other people shouldn’t be allowed to interfere.”
Clark’s words seemed rather fervent for a newbie, and Lex moved away to drop the abused comic book on a pile with its brethren. “Imagine if I had felt the same way when it came to you and Lana.”
Clark was silent, and when Lex glanced over his shoulder he found himself subject to the Super Glare.
“That was different,” Clark said.
“Was it really?”
“It was; I didn’t know what I wanted before. I was young…” Clark’s diatribe derailed rapidly under Lex’s amused gaze. “It’s not like Sean and Cal or Cal and Hector. Can you imagine how pissed off Sean must be? I mean, what if you’d left me for Adam --”
Clark’s mouth clamped shut as though under an invisible vise.
Lex smirked. “So this about Adam.”
“No,” Clark said. “Yes. No. I mean, not really, but doesn’t Hector look a hell of a lot like Adam? How can I be expected to like Hector anyway, he ruined everything.”
“One, it's a drawing, Clark, a depiction. Two, Adam didn’t ruin anything.“ Lex slid rearwards until he hit a wall of sofa and Clark. “I was never going to leave you for him. We were just -- we were.”
“Yeah, but,” Clark protested until Lex kissed him softly.
“Cal’s not trying to replace Sean,” Lex said resolutely. “He’s just trying to get over the pain, but it‘s not as though Sean‘s just going to let him go. It‘s never that easy.”
Clark opened his mouth to say something then apparently thought better of it. Eventually he said, “I feel bad for them.”
“Everybody does,” Lex agreed. “But if it makes you feel any better my sources at Metro-verse have told me The Powers That Be are considering reuniting Cal and Sean, too -- to keep people on their toes.”
“Good,“ Clark said. “They belong together.”
Lex nodded. “I heard someone said the same thing about us once.”
“Yeah, but Wally was drunk at the time.”
“Does it really matter?” Lex asked.
“Good point.”
-end-
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Date: 2004-02-29 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 10:11 pm (UTC)p.s. Your dream fic was sensational. *nods approvingly*
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Date: 2004-03-01 12:42 am (UTC)hehehe! Poor Clark and his projecting.
*grins*
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Date: 2004-03-01 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 01:40 am (UTC)*cracks up*
It had been at least a week since Lex had seen Clark sulk like this.
*cracks up more*
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Date: 2004-03-01 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 01:50 am (UTC)He managed to look from the graphic novel crumpled at his feet to Clark with only the smallest hint of malice curling the corners of his mouth. If the graphic novel were damaged, though, neither the Speed Force nor the Guardians nor the entire Amazonian nation would keep Clark from his wrath.
That would be exactly my reaction. You just don't throw the comic books. No.
I think Clark still needs to be...*ahem*...punished for that. ;)
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Date: 2004-03-01 10:14 pm (UTC)Many people have been arrested for lesser infractions and crimes against humanity. I suspect if Clark weren't so super he'd be languishing in jail right now.
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 05:44 pm (UTC)Reading makes my English gooder. Really.
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Date: 2004-03-01 10:19 pm (UTC)Sweetie, if I had a nickle for every time I made a typo, I'd be able to hire Jude Law to do the typing *for* me.
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:26 pm (UTC)Thank you for this wonderful little story, hon. Even though I want Adam to stay around in your universes!
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Date: 2004-03-01 10:20 pm (UTC)Damn, pervervious skin. Don't think he hasn't tried.
Even though I want Adam to stay around in your universes!
He wants to stay around too, he's very insistent that Lex play doctor for him and they go on to rule the entire Western Hemisphere. I told him he should concentrate on getting better and leave the delusions for later.
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:54 am (UTC)Whee! This made my morning. I love it!
So this is Clark/Lex, with the Warrior Angelverse masquerading as Lex/Adam, crossing over with Kavalier & Clay and The Escapist.
It's like a quadruple crossover. Brilliant!
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Date: 2004-03-02 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-08 04:03 pm (UTC)And I really need to read Kavalier and Clay, don't I?
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Date: 2004-03-08 04:27 pm (UTC)It's, like, the Holy Grail. Seriously, it'll be a religious experience; it doesn't matter if you're atheist. If you love comic books and boys and a brilliant story at all, you can't not read this.