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children of dune - leto 1
I think I'm collecting--scribbles. They're too long to be drabbles, too incomplete to be stories yet, too--addictive to stop writing them. And they're all like, three pages and then STOP, which is a level of frustrating that I had no idea existed. Part of it is my attention span, I think. I haven't been able to focus very well lately. I get far enough for me to not want to discard the storyline, then my head wonders off into a completely different place and it's. Well. Weird. Probably doesn't help that we're still short two in the front at work, so I'm exhausted, but that's never been a problem before when I want to write.

*sighs* Arkham and The Yard are doing the same thing for the most part. Lots of pieces that I need to assemble and every time I start, I think, oh, but I need THIS. Gah.

Things That Refuse to Do Anything But Mock Me. It's like snippet hell or something. Geez.

#1 -- Attrition

His son, sighting him as coolly as an assassin in the some overblown Hollywood production, black gloves stretched tight over Lillian's elegant knuckles, watching him through Lillian's blue eyes. Like the last days, when the painkillers took over and her mind was leeched away on a cloud of euphoria, before she started to scream because nothing they gave her could stop her pain. He remembers holding a struggling Lex in the hall and telling his son it wasn't Luthor to do this and every bruise from tiny heels welcome, Jesus, so welcome, every one of Lex's enraged screams drowning out the sounds of a pain that Lionel couldn't ease. I can kill the children of these doctors before their eyes, Lionel had thought in wonder, and they still couldn't stop this.

#2 -- Outtake 1

Like that thing Lex did at sixteen--a human club, for God's sake? Kal still remembered the terror in the house, the way the city had been scoured top to bottom, before Lex had been found and brought home, somewhat hung over and very, very high. It didn't happen often--Kal could count a half a dozen times that Lex had been caught, and it was almost always when he was under stress. What he wasn't so sure of was that Lex was always caught.

He suspected Lex got out a lot more than anyone knew, even considering the scrutiny he was under now. Of course, that was assuming he wasn't kept entertained at home, and Kal was beginning to think that maybe Lex should be.

He'd talked to Mother about this, too.

#3 -- Spring Wakening

He's been injured, Helen had said. Concussion. Memory loss. Coordination. It'll be a while before he's healed, she'd told Mom. Before he'll want visitors, even friends. Mom hadn't said that this wouldn't be a problem.

But. Clark's been watching.

Temper fits and shocks of violence, like when some report annoyed him and he destroyed his desk. Throwing a lamp through a plate glass window at dinner. Lex, all strangely naive surprise after, looking around as if he wondered what had happened to him, where it had come from.

Clark likes to watch from the roof sometimes, x-raying down to see Helen try to keep control. It shows on her face, how she flinches when he comes in the room, and she's teaching him, all right. At first, he'd do anything she said. She called it love. Now he's--doesn't.

He broke into the room last night, after all.

That room. The one that's Clark's, where Lex goes to try to remember. Long, elegant fingers, taped knuckles from putting his fist through the wall and barely missing a servant's head, stroking down screens and over consoles. Glimmerings of light in very blue eyes when he watches the monitor.

Clark watches Helen walk in and stop, and Clark wonders if she knows yet that she's being trained. When Lex's head snaps up, she takes a single step back. "You shouldn't be in here," she tells him, and if her voice doesn't give away her fear, her body does.

"I own it, don't I?"

They yell for a while. It's not interesting. Lex won't hit her--but he's learning all the other ways to hurt her. Maybe even ways he didn't know before because he never wanted to. That's a difference Clark likes a lot.

#4 -- Threaded Through It All

He doesn't tell her he doesn't think he *did*. There's gaps--huge ones that time will fill if he were ever to have any, but she doesn't know that and now he never will. There's another voice that droned him to sleep that no one else could hear and all it told him was 'don't'. A voice as warmly familiar as the red-haired woman he'd called mother and the face of the woman before him that sneaks into every dream and whispers about high school crushes and how weird Smallville really is.

I *remember* you, he wants to say, laugh, maybe just carve into her skin as deeply as they've written into his, and I remember who I am and now I remember why. And God, he has so many questions, because Metropolis is familiar and not at all, and time's passed, years, centuries, he doesn't know and maybe he shouldn't even care. Not one he can articulate, and none she would ever answer. I remember you, Chloe, when you were thirteen and kissed me and seventeen in my bed and twenty walking out of my life, and it's been too long for you but not for me. I *remember*.

The dark-dressed men with her take a step toward him, eyes cool and impersonal. They don't know--they didn't dance with him at the prom or fuck him in the loft or leave him on a Smallville street for the last time. Maybe now she doesn't remember either, and he wants to tell her he's sorry that he didn't love her, but even more sorry that he never wanted to kill her, because last week they cut him apart with sharp scalpels and didn't sew him back together well.

He may be crazy now, and that doesn't bother him.

#5 -- Actually, this one is from Arkham and making progress, that Dev and I are working on. Okay, I keep staring at it and adding lines, and she's blitzing through it like a natural. *grrr*

The smell of coffee opens Clark's eyes, and he steps away from the counter, refusing to look back. Coffee cup on the third shelf, bare of almost all dishes. He'd given almost everything they'd owned to Lana and Chloe when they'd helped him pack. Her Planet mug's beside it, never gathering dust like he should let it, but he washes it every day with his own. His fingers trace the edge, where her lipstick used to mark it so permanently that he'd never thought it'd really wash away, even after it had. Shaped by years of use for her fingers--his don't fit in the handle, too thick and clumsy, and he pulls away before he breaks it by accident.

She hides in corners here, like she did at the last place. Her voice is on the telephone even when it turns out it's just a telemarketer, but he'd listened to the woman talk for an hour just for the familiar cadence of a polystate upbringing.

He pours coffee with a steady hand--sugar, no cream, her favorite. It doesn't burn his tongue even though it used to burn hers. She'd catch it between her teeth and curse, but it happened every day.

"Insanity," Clark tells the kitchen, "is doing the same thing over and over and thinking you'll get a different result each time."

By that definition, he's been insane for years.

#6 -- Where No One Else Can Follow

"We--need to pay." But he's already finishing his coffee.

"No problem. My sister's the cashier." The grin comes back, and Lex struggles to his feet, automatically straightening his hat as Ethan comes out from behind the table. They go down a short hall, a broken door declaring Emergency Exit Only that doesn't even try to light up as Ethan pushes it open and they get outside. There's a rusty black van parked by the dumpster, and Lex rubs sweaty palms into his jeans.

Ethan, who climbs in like it's normal for him to escort other guys home, and hell, maybe it is. Lex has been on the other side of this moment too many times. Seduction's like art--once you know what to look for, the patterns it follows, it's easy to see. Gauge quality and quantity almost automatically, and Ethan's at the top of the game, no question of age and every sign of pure experience.

Ethan, who barely makes the legal limit to drive and can still move like that, hand on the gearshift to jerk the car into motion, sweat breaking out across Lex's forehead.

The shocks suck and the engine's so loud that conversation is impossible, and Lex doesn't know whether that's good or not. Hands moving to fix on his own thighs, he stares out the dirty windshield, taking in the smells of a vehicle probably older than he is. He can feel every bump in the street as they turn onto Chambers, a shiver at a pothole.

He never catches Ethan look at him, but that doesn't mean jack shit compared to the feeling. It's like--like being at one of those fucking idiotic debutante balls he's attended most of his life, evaluated for potential worth, only child and heir to his father, old money willing to let in the new when the fortune's in the billions. Ignore the crassness of Lionel's bloodline and the freakishness of his son for bank accounts and business concessions.

Like that now, but totally different. It's not his name or his money or his dad's connections, but his body.


Gotham Underground by Dana. I enjoyed this a LOT. I love Lex. I love Bruce. I warmed up to Clark quickly. *hugs Clark* Nice plotline, creepy, and fun to read. And well, yes, hot, too. Mmm.

The Enemy Within by jett. No spoilers. Read it straight through. Trust me on this one, it's best that way. Now.

The Scientific Method by Lenore. Hee! Sequel to Asset Management, Clark and Lex ponder alien--setbacks. Not that this can't be overcome with a little research.

Yes. This makes me happy. mmm.

Christmas, v.2 by zahra. This is so cute it just hurts in a good, good way. *sighs happily* Love it.

Distant Lands by Beth. Fourth in the series, links to the first three in the entry. Clexy goodness. This one involves chocolate. And I worship the ground she walks on.

Mmm. Good ficness everywhere. Re-read my hardcopy of Manifest Destiny by Livia today, teh one I printed out and carry around for emergencies. What kind of emergency, I don't know, but wouldn't it just be tragic if there WAS some kind of CLex related emergency and I was caught unprepared?

I am so a Girl Scout.

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What kind of emergency, I don't know, but wouldn't it just be tragic if there WAS some kind of CLex related emergency and I was caught unprepared?

I am so a Girl Scout.


*hugs you*

but of course!

*hugs back* It's in the manual, I swear. The Slashing Girl Scout Manual. Right there with 'remember to include lube'.

I'm so tired. One day, I'll try sleeping. *g*

Re-read my hardcopy of Manifest Destiny by Livia today, teh one I printed out and carry around for emergencies. What kind of emergency, I don't know, but wouldn't it just be tragic if there WAS some kind of CLex related emergency and I was caught unprepared?

HaHaHa, too good. I thought I was a freak, I carry around hard copies of what I'm reading or rereading at all times. Standing in bank lines, waiting for stop lights, can't waste moments that could be spent reading !

Oh and thanks for the recs, and I'm hoping you muse starts feeding you chocolate daily. :) Vee

Ohhh yeah. Hardcopies--the way you separate the casual user from the addict. It's like owning your own needles.



Hardcopies--the way you separate the casual user from the addict.

Want to know what kind of freak I am?

I make zines of my favorite stories. I'm up to my tenth SV zine. The ninth one had ONE story by someone else and ELEVEN stories by YOU. I subtitled it, "Mostly Jenn, most of the time." Number Nine also had the distinction of being the first illustrated zine I'd ever made, thanks to all those fabulous cover pics people make for your stories. Love is Enough and Calm In the House grace the cover.

I make 'em, I read 'em, I re-read 'em. I always have one on the coffeetable.


*hugshugshugs* I'm sorry I hven't dropped a comment in your LJ to welcoem you, but it was SO cool when I saw you turn up! *more hugs*

And *blushes*

That's so sweet. *hugs more* SV has some incredible, incredible fanartists. Dearest God. I'm still blown away when Slod or Goss or Tara or Liv or the others post some new bit of art. Just. Wow.

*still blushing*

Thanks for the welcome!

A lovely woman named Crysothemis, who used to write fabu due South fic, made a couple of covers for stories I'd written and it always seemed a HUGE compliment -- someone taking that kind of time and effort and making the art not just fit, but enhance the story.

Too cool.

Re-read my hardcopy of Manifest Destiny by Livia today

Now I don't feel like such a freak. I cary hard-copies around too and always bring them to work for all Clex emergencies.

*laughs* Totally. Must be on hand for those Need CLex! emergencies.

Jenn, you've absolutely made my day rec'ing Gotham. It's nice to know my characterizations worked for you - particularly Clark who I have to think is my weaker voice. But he was so much fun to write in this fic, especially opposite Bruce and Alfred who are forcing a sequel out of me, lol. I'm glad you had fun reading it, too. *g*

And I'm desperate here for some more of The Yard, so how about hooking a girl up?



*clears throat*

I shall, of course, wait very patiently. Very. *nodnodnod*

*looks at endless pages of The Yard* I think it's plotting my death.

A rec *and* a Jenn squee directed my way? LOL, how could I *not* deliver a sequel. :P

And I really can't complain about The Yard being overdue - I left people hanging for weeks between parts of Gotham in some instances. At least you have the excuse of multiple WiP's and multiplying drabbles - I'm just a slow writer.

Still... more Yard, please!? I just know that dastardly Kal-El is going to fuck one of our boys and I can't wait much longer!!

Oh, goody!

I second Dana's call for The Yard, BTW.

because last week they cut him apart with sharp scalpels and didn't sew him back together well.

Ohhh, make my sick puppy sensibilities drool why don't 'ya?

*grins hugely* It should disturb me, the level of violence I enjoy ficward.

So going to hell.

That immediately seemed like a future moment in your ClexBrothers story (except for the use of "Kal"—although can't you just see an older but still immature Clark doing the typical kid thing and deciding to change his name? Heh.)

I like these snippets; think of them as story seeds that might germinate one day...or as background character development that might come in handy if you want to expand on the idea.

Anywho, thanks for sharing them.

Re: re #2 -- Outtake 1

*Grins* Thanks!

I keep looking at them, hoping they'll percolate into storyhood someday. Please. Work. *nudges snippets* Grow. GROW!

*looks bewildered* What, doesn't everyone talk to their stories?

#1 Attrition -
Wow! Have no idea what's going on, but I really like the power of emotion behind it. This one could very easily get me hooked.

#3 - Spring Wakening.
Very interesting. I like Clark's voice in this one. It's darker somehow. Love that he understands Lex and what he's doing to Helen...and enjoying it on some level. Would love for you to explore this Clark.

One, oddly enough, is the only one done. sort of. It's part of another universe that also isn't complete, but this section--*think* It's weird.

*grins for number 3* Dark Clark. Mmm. A kink. *happy sigh*

All of these snippets are fantastic!


The only hard part about reading all of these bits 'n' pieces is that they all cry out to be written and then throughly enjoyed by all of us of course, #'s 4 & 5 especially. *g*

I don't know which would be better in #4, CloneLex or InjuredLex? Either way presents so many wonderful story directions.

Re: All of these snippets are fantastic!

*grins* Thanks!

Number five WILL grow. MiracleGro at this point will be poured on it. I'm still mulling the others. LIke good wine, even. *g*

Woah. #2 is...definately needing the entire AU around it. And they're so good; you tease, you!
I had forgotten (sorta) about Manifest Destiny, but now I can't find my saved copy. Know where I can find it anywhere? Not at SSA...ideas?
~~margeaux may

Yay! Thanks!

Manifest Destiny is at Livia's page--um, www.debchan.com/livia/ I think. Somewhere. Dammit. Need to ask Liv. *grrr* The links' somewhere in her LJ.

It's a GOOD story.

I love the scribbles. All of them. Is there anything they could be fed to make them grow? Some sort of Miracle Grow for stories?

God, I need some of that! *nodnodnod* I wonder if Wal-Mart carries it....


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