Randomness
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liptonrm_backupIt's been a strange couple of days. So, let's cut all of this in an attempt to safeguard everyone's sanity;-).
Let's see, I started doing that Slim Fast diet thing cause I'm determined to lose 20 lbs. by graduation. All I can say is that the shakes aren't as bad as they used to be, but that's not saying a lot;-).
Watched the bonus stuff from Pirates of the Carribean yesterday and my one great realization is that Jack Davenport (the guy who played Commodore Norrington) is actually a pretty cool guy. He was almost more interesting to listen to then Johnny Depp, and that's saying something;-). Oh yes, and "Argh. Swash, swash, buckle, buckle." That was hillarious.
Bought The Faculty last night. I'm sure![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hlgraban is most grateful for that because I'll no longer try to get her and Dan to rent it when we have a movie night;-). I love that movie and the Big Lug's reaction to the purchase was most humorous. He said "You bought that just because Frodo's in it, didn't you?" I denied it to him, but, yeah, that was a big reason for the purchase, what can I say, I'm as shallow as the next girl. And stop rolling your eyes, drunken_buzzard, there's no accounting for taste and just because those big blue eyes scare you doesn't mean that they irritate the rest of us;-). Also, I had really vivid dreams that combined The Faculty, baylorsr's AU conclusion (and amazingly brilliant) Birthright and this fic challenge about Verona Beach, the setting of Baz Luhrman's Romeo + Juliet. That's it, fandom is really taking over my brain.
Oh yeah, and after I watched the movie I sat down and saw some of The Winning Season this family movie they're showing on TNT and who should I see but Shawn Hatosy (aka Stan from The Faculty) playing one of the lead roles. There's some really funky kismet going on lately. I also bought my first Dixie Chicks album last night, which is another really random event;-).
To increase the randomness, I responded to a fic challenge that I normally, in a million years wouldn't have written for. *shrug* I blame it on the term paper;-). So yeah, warning, this is strange and bizarre and about Smallville a show I'm frequently ashamed I watch;-). Trust me, I don't know where this came from.
Title: Focal Points
Author: Megan
Fandom: Smallville (where the crack is cheap and the addiction is inevitable)
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t want and wish it’d just get out of my head.
Chloe never remembered how she found her way to Verona Beach. The days blended together into memories of bleached out beaches and margaritas drunk under the blistering sun. The nights slipped into a blurry focused snapshot of smoke filled clubs and pulse pounding rhythms. She lost herself in the heat of the dance and chemical oblivion. She wasn’t Chloe Sullivan, girl reporter, friend betrayer, Luthor pawn anymore and she discovered that her new freedom was more empowering then any of the drugs she sniffed during those long, hot nights. She didn’t regret, she didn’t second-guess, she just lived and lived and lived and tried like hell to forget everything she had been and all the shit she had done. It just felt so good.
She should’ve known that it couldn’t last. She should’ve known that fucking Clark Kent, the fucking saviour of mankind wouldn’t let it last. Of course he had to save her, of course he couldn’t just let well enough alone.
“Chloe, what are you doing?” He had asked her, his voice waking her up with the sun pouring in through her window bleaching all of the color out of the room, dulling his eyes and making her head pound with a new intensity. Maybe the pain would just fucking stop if her heart quit beating.
“What do you want Clark?” she groaned. All she wanted to do was close her eyes, pull the pillow over her face and drift away.
“You need to come home, Chloe. Your dad’s worried about you.” He paused, waiting for her to respond. He stood there, the rumble of traffic flowing by the window, the sound of retching filtering in from the apartment next-door. “I’m worried about you.” Clark whispered awkwardly into the silence.
Chloe sat up, fury and exasperation etching lines onto her face, lines that Clark had never noticed before. The sunlight glowed around her and suddenly, irrationally, he was afraid. “You’re worried?” Chloe laughed, the sound harsh and grating. “That’s rich, Kal.” She spit the name out with venom and took bitter pleasure from the involuntary flinch her barb caused. “You never cared how much I worried about you, you’ve never considered my feelings so I don’t see why I should give a rat’s ass about your’s.”
“I can fix this, I can make everything better, I promise.” Clark implored. “Just come home and everything’ll be all right.”
“You’ll make it better? You’ll fix it?” She wanted to scream, images of picking up that baseball bat under her bed and beating Clark to a bloody pulp flashed enticingly through her mind. “What if there’s nothing to fix, what if this is exactly what I want. You can’t save me if I’m not in trouble." Her anger was as exhausting as it was exhilirating but the memory of all of his failures, of his self-righteousness and stalwart refusal to forgive sustained her. "Why don’t you just go home, I’m sure Lana’s starting to miss her most faithful stalker.” She bit out, wanting to hurt him, hoping she had. Somehow, during the tirade stood up and was now right in front of Clark, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the blood pumping hot in her face and she could see the indecision, the fear stabbing through Clark’s eyes. She had never felt more powerful, more alive. “Just go home.” She demanded, her eyes locked solidly into his.
She felt a momentary pang at the lost look that flashed through Clark’s normally solid and determined eyes. She put her hand on Clark’s chest, not thinking about what she was about to do, not angsting over the paths she could or could not take. “Or you could stay here, with me.” She whispered, her voice low and seductive. And she felt a new kind of power as she saw the temptation in his eyes, the roiling desire that burned between them for long, drawn out seconds and was doused suddenly, irrevocably when Clark stepped back into a shadowed corner.
“I can’t, I won’t, not again.” Clark asserted, his voice confident and self-righteous. “I’m sorry Chloe.” And between one heartbeat and the next he was gone as if he had never been there in the first place.
Chloe blinked, clearing her sun-strained eyes. She stood there, frozen in the over-whelming heat, lost in the blinding light.
Let's see, I started doing that Slim Fast diet thing cause I'm determined to lose 20 lbs. by graduation. All I can say is that the shakes aren't as bad as they used to be, but that's not saying a lot;-).
Watched the bonus stuff from Pirates of the Carribean yesterday and my one great realization is that Jack Davenport (the guy who played Commodore Norrington) is actually a pretty cool guy. He was almost more interesting to listen to then Johnny Depp, and that's saying something;-). Oh yes, and "Argh. Swash, swash, buckle, buckle." That was hillarious.
Bought The Faculty last night. I'm sure
hlgraban is most grateful for that because I'll no longer try to get her and Dan to rent it when we have a movie night;-). I love that movie and the Big Lug's reaction to the purchase was most humorous. He said "You bought that just because Frodo's in it, didn't you?" I denied it to him, but, yeah, that was a big reason for the purchase, what can I say, I'm as shallow as the next girl. And stop rolling your eyes, drunken_buzzard, there's no accounting for taste and just because those big blue eyes scare you doesn't mean that they irritate the rest of us;-). Also, I had really vivid dreams that combined The Faculty, baylorsr's AU conclusion (and amazingly brilliant) Birthright and this fic challenge about Verona Beach, the setting of Baz Luhrman's Romeo + Juliet. That's it, fandom is really taking over my brain.Oh yeah, and after I watched the movie I sat down and saw some of The Winning Season this family movie they're showing on TNT and who should I see but Shawn Hatosy (aka Stan from The Faculty) playing one of the lead roles. There's some really funky kismet going on lately. I also bought my first Dixie Chicks album last night, which is another really random event;-).
To increase the randomness, I responded to a fic challenge that I normally, in a million years wouldn't have written for. *shrug* I blame it on the term paper;-). So yeah, warning, this is strange and bizarre and about Smallville a show I'm frequently ashamed I watch;-). Trust me, I don't know where this came from.
Title: Focal Points
Author: Megan
Fandom: Smallville (where the crack is cheap and the addiction is inevitable)
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t want and wish it’d just get out of my head.
Chloe never remembered how she found her way to Verona Beach. The days blended together into memories of bleached out beaches and margaritas drunk under the blistering sun. The nights slipped into a blurry focused snapshot of smoke filled clubs and pulse pounding rhythms. She lost herself in the heat of the dance and chemical oblivion. She wasn’t Chloe Sullivan, girl reporter, friend betrayer, Luthor pawn anymore and she discovered that her new freedom was more empowering then any of the drugs she sniffed during those long, hot nights. She didn’t regret, she didn’t second-guess, she just lived and lived and lived and tried like hell to forget everything she had been and all the shit she had done. It just felt so good.
She should’ve known that it couldn’t last. She should’ve known that fucking Clark Kent, the fucking saviour of mankind wouldn’t let it last. Of course he had to save her, of course he couldn’t just let well enough alone.
“Chloe, what are you doing?” He had asked her, his voice waking her up with the sun pouring in through her window bleaching all of the color out of the room, dulling his eyes and making her head pound with a new intensity. Maybe the pain would just fucking stop if her heart quit beating.
“What do you want Clark?” she groaned. All she wanted to do was close her eyes, pull the pillow over her face and drift away.
“You need to come home, Chloe. Your dad’s worried about you.” He paused, waiting for her to respond. He stood there, the rumble of traffic flowing by the window, the sound of retching filtering in from the apartment next-door. “I’m worried about you.” Clark whispered awkwardly into the silence.
Chloe sat up, fury and exasperation etching lines onto her face, lines that Clark had never noticed before. The sunlight glowed around her and suddenly, irrationally, he was afraid. “You’re worried?” Chloe laughed, the sound harsh and grating. “That’s rich, Kal.” She spit the name out with venom and took bitter pleasure from the involuntary flinch her barb caused. “You never cared how much I worried about you, you’ve never considered my feelings so I don’t see why I should give a rat’s ass about your’s.”
“I can fix this, I can make everything better, I promise.” Clark implored. “Just come home and everything’ll be all right.”
“You’ll make it better? You’ll fix it?” She wanted to scream, images of picking up that baseball bat under her bed and beating Clark to a bloody pulp flashed enticingly through her mind. “What if there’s nothing to fix, what if this is exactly what I want. You can’t save me if I’m not in trouble." Her anger was as exhausting as it was exhilirating but the memory of all of his failures, of his self-righteousness and stalwart refusal to forgive sustained her. "Why don’t you just go home, I’m sure Lana’s starting to miss her most faithful stalker.” She bit out, wanting to hurt him, hoping she had. Somehow, during the tirade stood up and was now right in front of Clark, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the blood pumping hot in her face and she could see the indecision, the fear stabbing through Clark’s eyes. She had never felt more powerful, more alive. “Just go home.” She demanded, her eyes locked solidly into his.
She felt a momentary pang at the lost look that flashed through Clark’s normally solid and determined eyes. She put her hand on Clark’s chest, not thinking about what she was about to do, not angsting over the paths she could or could not take. “Or you could stay here, with me.” She whispered, her voice low and seductive. And she felt a new kind of power as she saw the temptation in his eyes, the roiling desire that burned between them for long, drawn out seconds and was doused suddenly, irrevocably when Clark stepped back into a shadowed corner.
“I can’t, I won’t, not again.” Clark asserted, his voice confident and self-righteous. “I’m sorry Chloe.” And between one heartbeat and the next he was gone as if he had never been there in the first place.
Chloe blinked, clearing her sun-strained eyes. She stood there, frozen in the over-whelming heat, lost in the blinding light.
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Date: 2004-04-08 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-08 11:05 am (UTC)Glad you liked, it just kind of came out and slapped me in the face.
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Date: 2004-04-08 01:58 pm (UTC)The Faculty, I've seen it twice, and both times was really cool.
Have seen all of four episodes of Smallville, so I'm like an addict in remission I guess. Great story though, I really felt for Chloe even if she was the 'evil' character.
Lex Luthor is so nice, please tell me I'm not the only one that thinks so : -}
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Date: 2004-04-09 05:01 am (UTC)Glad you liked the story and, in fact, I never wanted Chloe to be the 'evil' character at all, so I'm very happy that you felt for her.
What can I say about SlimFast except, It's working, it's really working!;-)
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Date: 2004-04-09 05:06 am (UTC)Great, good luck : - D *Hugs*