Title: To My Superman.
Authored by: Shard.
Rating: PG, for I could never post a G
Pairing: I haven't decided whether this is slash or merely deep
friendship, draw your own conclusions.
Warnings: Futurefic, mild angst, minutely saccharine, and a deathfic.
Special Thanks: Thanks goes out to Purple Eyes and Mara who got me started
on Smallville. And to Karai, the only girl I know who can recite graphic
male on male sex word for word and not even blush.
Tisclaimers: I don't own Smallville or the Superman comics, if did he
would get laid more often.
This is a fanfic, I'm not making money off of it and suing would be a
waste of everyone's time.
Please review, hell, flame me. Just talk.
To my Superman,
I just wanted you to think that I was really alive. You saved my life, gave me a gift more precious then anything else. I had to look like I was using it.
But you never let me repay you. Whatever I tried to do was either overshadowed by yet another act of heroism or refused by your father. You are still getting that truck, its in my garage right now just waiting for you to get out of that house.
Sometimes I think you must have x-ray vision with the way you see right through me. As a true friend could I guess, but you never took advantage of it. Though sometimes I wanted you too. You always knew just when to stop pushing, as if you could sense whether I was ready to speak. And you were never slow to tell me when I was being a stoic bastard. You never liked my sarcastic diversion from the truth.
The meteor shower changed my life in ways I probably haven't begun to fathom yet. And, call it a foolish notion, but I can't help but think that you were somehow involved. The town's personal superhero once again flipping my coin. I looked up your adoption papers, did you know that you were adopted the day after the shower?
And I'm rambling aren't I, boring you with melodramatic chunks of my musings. At least I'm not there to see you roll your eyes at me. Roll your eyes, I'm sorry, I want to be there more then I can stand. Our friendship shall be the stuff of legends---it already is to me.
You're the only friend I ever let rub my head for luck.
So go get that truck now, and the sportscar that I hit you with, the castle, the gardens, the plant. You gave me a life, Clark, and this is the least I can do to repay you.
Goodbye, Superman.
Lex.
His hands began to tremble as he looked out over the feild. Perfection marred by the gleaming headstone.
You gave it all to me, he thought and his knees gave out from under him. After all the pain, the plots, the hatred between us, you gave it all to me.
"Lex..."
Finite.
This is my first Smallville fic, as you can pry tell, give me your honest opinion.
Please review, hell, flame me. Just talk.
To my Superman,
I just wanted you to think that I was really alive. You saved my life, gave me a gift more precious then anything else. I had to look like I was using it.
But you never let me repay you. Whatever I tried to do was either overshadowed by yet another act of heroism or refused by your father. You are still getting that truck, its in my garage right now just waiting for you to get out of that house.
Sometimes I think you must have x-ray vision with the way you see right through me. As a true friend could I guess, but you never took advantage of it. Though sometimes I wanted you too. You always knew just when to stop pushing, as if you could sense whether I was ready to speak. And you were never slow to tell me when I was being a stoic bastard. You never liked my sarcastic diversion from the truth.
The meteor shower changed my life in ways I probably haven't begun to fathom yet. And, call it a foolish notion, but I can't help but think that you were somehow involved. The town's personal superhero once again flipping my coin. I looked up your adoption papers, did you know that you were adopted the day after the shower?
And I'm rambling aren't I, boring you with melodramatic chunks of my musings. At least I'm not there to see you roll your eyes at me. Roll your eyes, I'm sorry, I want to be there more then I can stand. Our friendship shall be the stuff of legends---it already is to me.
You're the only friend I ever let rub my head for luck.
So go get that truck now, and the sportscar that I hit you with, the castle, the gardens, the plant. You gave me a life, Clark, and this is the least I can do to repay you.
Goodbye, Superman.
Lex.
His hands began to tremble as he looked out over the feild. Perfection marred by the gleaming headstone.
You gave it all to me, he thought and his knees gave out from under him. After all the pain, the plots, the hatred between us, you gave it all to me.
"Lex..."
Finite.
This is my first Smallville fic, as you can pry tell, give me your honest opinion.