TITLE: BCC: From the Front Desk
AUTHOR: Nymph Du Pave
FANDOM: Smallville
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Correspondence, starting with a letter from Lex's secretary.
DISCLAIMER: The WB, DC Comics, MillarGoughInk, Tolin, Robbins, and Davola [along with whomever else] own this wonderful show. The Muse controls these fingers. I do have a couple of bucks in that jar on top of my fridge. Can I buy Michael Rosenbaum? Just for a while?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this is another style, all written in letters. A popular style a long time ago and I don't know where this came from. I was just sitting there at work thinking about Lex (sigh) and suddenly I was channeling his secretary. Then I wrote the whole story this morning. This is just the first part that has been edited. More tomorrow.
FEEDBACK: Please read and review, I would love to know what you guys and girls think of this style.
AUTHOR'S EMAIL:
BCC: Front Desk
by Nymph Du Pave
THE FIRST LETTER
Hey, Lex, man. This was found in the trash in the breakroom. The only reason I even saw it was Amanda's stupid Gucci tag came off her purse while we were in there (I slammed her up against the wall, if you know what I'm talking about; of course you do) and the damn stupid thing fell in the trash.
Of course Amanda wasn't sticking her hand in there and she blamed me so I had to get it. It was either that or hear her whine. And I was only there for the blowjob or sex.
So, I was digging around and, nosy as I am, I thought I saw your name at the top of this balled up piece of paper. So I pulled it out and read it. I taped it together, copied it and faxed you a copy. I tossed the original, I swear. I know you are hyper-sensitive about your privacy, esp. after that last shithead sent the copy of the Iroces letter to that annoying tabloid writer.
Besides, I like having Lex Luthor on my side. Makes me sound like a badass.
Anyway, isn't this from that secretary you're always bragging about, she's great at this, she cuts my workload in half that? The one I said I'd hit if she dropped anything by my desk, so send her by, stuff like that?
Paul
ps: Let's go to Club Zero tonight, huh?
Lex,
It's night and the sky is full. Beyond me is a city full of lights twinkling in the distance. I know you are still here and it's a little passed twelve. I know why, I was here for the argument. And I'm sorry your father is such a bad man.
See, I am the secretary that doubles as a receptionist behind the big desk in the front. The one you say hello to in the mornings or mutter your tired 'goodnights' to when you leave. You're nice and sweet and your gentle flirtations are warming to a person who has to deal with both your father and people angry with your father all day. Though I know they are fill-in-the-blank comments that you give to every woman you don't wish to have a relationship with they are a highlight of my day, as is seeing you in general.
I am a very lonely person. All of my family live scattered in rural areas of Kansas. Only my little brother and I moved into the city and he was shot and mugged. He was paralyzed and has to walk with a cane for the rest of his life. So he left Metropolis and my family refuses to speak to me because they blame me for his injury and I won't return home. It's been about a year and a half since I have had any contact with them.
This is not the point of my letter, but I don't know how to get there. I don't know how to tell you what I want. So I'll just pretend you'll get this letter, I'll just pretend I'll have the nerve to tell you what I think. That way I might try my hardest to get my point across.
I see your loneliness and understand it better than you might think. I wasn't alone in this world until my dog died three days ago. Since he was the closest thing to a friend that I had I broke down. I felt like I was dying I hurt so much. And I had no where to bury him so I had to drive and hour and a half to get to the country-side. So now he is alone some where beside some random crossroad somewhere... I wrote it all down so that I could go a visit him, but I don't know if I'll find him again. One of my few consolations is that he was not put in a plastic bag and discarded like trash. Most of the neighbors around here do that.
Not that this is very important. It's just... Metropolis is scary to a young girl alone who knows no one; my one blessing is that, because you and your father pay me so well I can afford a nice apartment in a very nice building. And still I feel lonely and scared.
I thought this building, this place and job made me feel safe and happy. Then you took off for a week and I was scared and lonely and worried...
That's when I discovered I was in love with you.
I see your pain and your loneliness. I see how much you want to be loved and how you try with people to let them know you are not the same thing as Lionel. But they just see either the bad boy splashed across black and white rags or the carbon copy business man. You're neither.
I want to try to be somebody for you, Lex. I want so very badly to be good for you. Maybe I can ease your loneliness.
I sometimes picture what it might be to have someone with me, to laugh at someone's jokes, to see him cooking me dinner or to make him my specialty, macaroni and cheese. I picture you there a lot.
Who am I kidding though, right? Macaroni and cheese? You eat at all the fancy restaurants and date celebrities and smart women and hot models. You wouldn't look twice, would you?
To be continued...
