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fearlessfan) wrote2007-01-05 10:34 pm
fearlessfan) wrote2007-01-05 10:34 pm
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works not so much in progress
As seen by my TREMENDOUS fic output (I average three stories a year, maybe), I'm not so great at finishing things. A couple of things I worked on last year but have since abandoned:
Remember when I was really into Smallville? Probably not. It only lasted three weeks. I watched last year's season finale and became totally obsessed with Clark and Chloe and how tragic it is going to be when she inevitably dies at the end of the show (that's always the way I've seen it, at least), and so I started this Clark/Lois future fic, and then lost interest. I think the Mets started playing really well and so I started obsessing over that.
UNTITLED RANDOM SMALLVILLE FIC
On assignment, Lois's communication with the Planet is intermittent and dedicated solely to the story at hand. She doesn't care much for hearing about news at home, which is why no one thinks to tell her about the new reporter they hired, even though Perry plans for them to work together. And so when Lois turns a corner and sees Clark Kent sitting at the desk adjacent to hers, she thinks she's having a flashback, or a hallucination, or both.
"Smallville," she says out loud, to see if the apparition replies. "You got specs."
"Lois. Hi." He stands up, still an impressive figure, even when wrapped in an unfashionable suit.
"Hi," she says back. "Long time no see."
"I know," he says. Not I'm sorry. Though what did he have to apologize for?
Everything. Nothing.
The next thing Lois knows, she's in Perry's office, slamming the door behind her. "This isn't going to work."
~~
Clark didn't show for the funeral. He didn't show for Chloe's death, either; Lois was the lucky one present for both. Lois was the one who got to hear her cousin's last words, which were his name, over and over.
"Rest," Lois said at the time. "Save your strength."
Those were Lois's last words to her cousin. She wishes they had been more profound, more loving, more something. Logically, she knew that words couldn't cure a bullet wound to the stomach, but later she couldn't help thinking: what if she'd applied more pressure, said something else? Would Chloe have lost less blood, stayed awake longer, long enough for Clark or the ambulance to arrive?
Probably not. Certainly not, Martha Kent told her on the day of the funeral. She couldn't blame herself. Lois did anyway. Maybe Clark did, too; she couldn't find out for sure because he had disappeared after taking Chloe to the hospital.
"Why did he do that anyway?" Lois asked, in the car on the way back from the graveyard. She didn't remember, but supposedly Clark had come up to them, Lois still pressing one hand into Chloe's stomach even though Chloe had stopped bleeding the moment she stopped breathing. He pushed Lois away and picked Chloe up and by the time Lois gathered herself, he was gone. She didn't even see his truck, or watch him drive away; the shock, Martha told her later, makes a person lose time.
"He should have waited for the ambulance-"
"There was nothing anyone could have done, Lois. She was gone already."
Gone already. Gone, gone, gone.
Lois watched the cornfields fly by, felt the uneven country road beneath her through the window she was leaning against. Clark is Martha's son and of course she'll take his side, but still Lois can't help saying, "She was looking for him. She kept saying his name, as if she expected him to come, and then he did, and she didn't even know it. She didn't get to see it. She didn't get to-"
"I know, honey," Martha interrupted, which was just as well, because Lois couldn't get any more words out.
Aaaand I have this Pam/Roy in high school Office bit that I was working on earlier this spring, before I started working on and finished Spring Cleaning - some stuff from this was kind of folded into Spring Cleaning, actually. So it's kind of a retread. But isn't that the point of having one's own LJ? To be able to spew retreads and unbetaed, unfinished, pointless fic at the world at large?
UNTITLED RANDOM OFFICE FIC
The first time he comes up to her, Pam thinks he's kidding. She's seen the movies, read the books, heard the stories about bets made in locker rooms from her brothers, and so when Roy Dempsey, star athelete, approaches Pam Beasley in the hall after school, and says,
"Hey," leaning his tall frame against a locker, Pam is pretty sure whatever's following is going to be a joke.
She wants to say something clever, but most of her mind is buzzing with the knowledge that he's standing three feet away, and the rest of it is taken up by the realization of how tall he is. His hair looks wet, really wet, not wet-looking-all-day-because-of-the-gel like other guys in school. Like he just got out of the shower. All she can say back is,
"Hey," before she goes back to pulling books out of her locker.
He's leaning against Ashley Boston's locker, which is only two down from Pam, and he smells nice. Like shampoo and cologne. He must be on his way out after practice or some-
"See you later," he says, before she can finish the thought.
"See you," she says back, and watches him walk away, toward the square rectangle of light at the end of the west wing hallway. The door leads to the faculty parking lot at the back of the building; the student lot is on the other side, a long walk away. So is the gym, and the locker room, and anywhere else Roy might have been or could possibly have been going. The realization makes Pam smile.
Remember when I was really into Smallville? Probably not. It only lasted three weeks. I watched last year's season finale and became totally obsessed with Clark and Chloe and how tragic it is going to be when she inevitably dies at the end of the show (that's always the way I've seen it, at least), and so I started this Clark/Lois future fic, and then lost interest. I think the Mets started playing really well and so I started obsessing over that.
UNTITLED RANDOM SMALLVILLE FIC
On assignment, Lois's communication with the Planet is intermittent and dedicated solely to the story at hand. She doesn't care much for hearing about news at home, which is why no one thinks to tell her about the new reporter they hired, even though Perry plans for them to work together. And so when Lois turns a corner and sees Clark Kent sitting at the desk adjacent to hers, she thinks she's having a flashback, or a hallucination, or both.
"Smallville," she says out loud, to see if the apparition replies. "You got specs."
"Lois. Hi." He stands up, still an impressive figure, even when wrapped in an unfashionable suit.
"Hi," she says back. "Long time no see."
"I know," he says. Not I'm sorry. Though what did he have to apologize for?
Everything. Nothing.
The next thing Lois knows, she's in Perry's office, slamming the door behind her. "This isn't going to work."
~~
Clark didn't show for the funeral. He didn't show for Chloe's death, either; Lois was the lucky one present for both. Lois was the one who got to hear her cousin's last words, which were his name, over and over.
"Rest," Lois said at the time. "Save your strength."
Those were Lois's last words to her cousin. She wishes they had been more profound, more loving, more something. Logically, she knew that words couldn't cure a bullet wound to the stomach, but later she couldn't help thinking: what if she'd applied more pressure, said something else? Would Chloe have lost less blood, stayed awake longer, long enough for Clark or the ambulance to arrive?
Probably not. Certainly not, Martha Kent told her on the day of the funeral. She couldn't blame herself. Lois did anyway. Maybe Clark did, too; she couldn't find out for sure because he had disappeared after taking Chloe to the hospital.
"Why did he do that anyway?" Lois asked, in the car on the way back from the graveyard. She didn't remember, but supposedly Clark had come up to them, Lois still pressing one hand into Chloe's stomach even though Chloe had stopped bleeding the moment she stopped breathing. He pushed Lois away and picked Chloe up and by the time Lois gathered herself, he was gone. She didn't even see his truck, or watch him drive away; the shock, Martha told her later, makes a person lose time.
"He should have waited for the ambulance-"
"There was nothing anyone could have done, Lois. She was gone already."
Gone already. Gone, gone, gone.
Lois watched the cornfields fly by, felt the uneven country road beneath her through the window she was leaning against. Clark is Martha's son and of course she'll take his side, but still Lois can't help saying, "She was looking for him. She kept saying his name, as if she expected him to come, and then he did, and she didn't even know it. She didn't get to see it. She didn't get to-"
"I know, honey," Martha interrupted, which was just as well, because Lois couldn't get any more words out.
Aaaand I have this Pam/Roy in high school Office bit that I was working on earlier this spring, before I started working on and finished Spring Cleaning - some stuff from this was kind of folded into Spring Cleaning, actually. So it's kind of a retread. But isn't that the point of having one's own LJ? To be able to spew retreads and unbetaed, unfinished, pointless fic at the world at large?
UNTITLED RANDOM OFFICE FIC
The first time he comes up to her, Pam thinks he's kidding. She's seen the movies, read the books, heard the stories about bets made in locker rooms from her brothers, and so when Roy Dempsey, star athelete, approaches Pam Beasley in the hall after school, and says,
"Hey," leaning his tall frame against a locker, Pam is pretty sure whatever's following is going to be a joke.
She wants to say something clever, but most of her mind is buzzing with the knowledge that he's standing three feet away, and the rest of it is taken up by the realization of how tall he is. His hair looks wet, really wet, not wet-looking-all-day-because-of-the-gel like other guys in school. Like he just got out of the shower. All she can say back is,
"Hey," before she goes back to pulling books out of her locker.
He's leaning against Ashley Boston's locker, which is only two down from Pam, and he smells nice. Like shampoo and cologne. He must be on his way out after practice or some-
"See you later," he says, before she can finish the thought.
"See you," she says back, and watches him walk away, toward the square rectangle of light at the end of the west wing hallway. The door leads to the faculty parking lot at the back of the building; the student lot is on the other side, a long walk away. So is the gym, and the locker room, and anywhere else Roy might have been or could possibly have been going. The realization makes Pam smile.
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But isn't that the point of having one's own LJ? To be able to spew retreads and unbetaed, unfinished, pointless fic at the world at large?
Hee, I love LJ for exactly that. Remember when we had to think up real titles and summaries and post to mailing lists? Wow.
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I know! So much stress and anxiety!
Thank you for the awww - I love your Pam icon!
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(Anonymous) 2007-01-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)PS. i'm pretty sure roy's last name is anderson. wasn't there a joke about how pam's name would be pamela anderson? maybe i'm imagining things, haha.
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Thanks for dropping by and for taking the time to comment!
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Great job!
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I have to tell you, this comment is even more exciting because I didn't think anyone other than me was ever going to read this snippet. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment!
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I was (and still am, to be honest) a huge Clark/Chloe fan. Even their friendship makes me so happy, 'cause if Lex and Clark are enemies now at least Clark found someone to have his epic friendship with, you know? Which makes it so much worse, because that's exactly why Chloe's going to die, and gaaah! If they kill of Chloe, I'm going to be very pissed-off.