The Story For The Illo
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roxyBecause I'm a great big Bruce/Lex freak and not enough people write the two of them *waiting for False Dawn to update,huge sigh*I make my own fun.Yes, I know that there's a special circle of hell reserved for the, what...the Brex? The Luce?But in the immortal words of the Leader of The Free World ...so what?
Welcome then to a rambling tale of love among the school tie set...updated daily.(I hope)
Will you stand on the docks , yelling out " What news of Little Bruce " as the ships come in? ( I told you ,I make my own fun)
Oh, and it's not intentionally a comedy...
Part one
When Bruce opened the door, the first thing he saw was his new roommate, sitting on the bed against the windowless wall.
“Ok, no problem, I’ll take the one near the window.”
The other boy didn’t respond aloud, just nodded quickly.
“I’m Bruce; you must be,” he looked at the paper in his hand, “Alexander. Alexander Luthor. Lionel Luthor’s your dad, hunh? Hear a lot about your old man.” Damn. The pictures he’d seen of the kid didn’t quite do justice to him. The kid was*bald*-- cue ball, hairless, no fuzz, *seriously* bald. Not ugly, just… weird on a kid his age—wonder why…
The kid just shrugged and mumbled something.
* Great, sparkling personality this one* Bruce turned on the overhead light and the kid made a small noise and shifted closer toward the wall.
“What, you don’t want the light on? Sorry, but it’s getting a little dim in here, and anyway, maybe you should be, you know, unpacking?”
Bruce swung his bag onto the bed and started his own unpacking. “So, according to the paper, you’re in the class under mine, how’d you get to room with me? Usually put the classes together…” he muttered almost to himself as he stacked clean folded clothes on his bed.
“My father has a strange sense of humor,” the boy said, his voice oddly muffled. “I guess he thought it would be interesting to see how I would handle being with someone …older”
Bruce turned to look at him for the first time. * Wow. The kid had a hell of a bruise across his mouth—* He’d seen bruises like that before -- before he’d put on muscle and weight and learned how to take care of himself. Somebody popped the kid but good.
*That didn’t happen here …he brought that with him. *
Shit.
Just what he needed. A load of shit and some stupid drama or something, a weedy little roommate, and probably a whole lot of whining by the looks of him. Bruce turned away, not my goddamn problem. Everybody has some kind of story, and so fucking what, right?
He finished unpacking and was struck by how quiet the kid was. He didn’t speak another word; just silently unpacked his bag and put a few things out that Bruce figured were personal. Not much there, either-- a few old-fashioned looking books, a metal box of some kind, a picture. Good. Bruce didn’t like clutter; glad he had a roommate who thought the same way.
The kid put a laptop on his desk and then sat, finished
Bruce approved.
By the time they were both done, it was lights out
Lex moved behind the door of his wardrobe for the meager privacy it afforded to change, Bruce didn’t bother, stripped at his bedside and pulled on a pair of sleep pants. He folded his clothes carefully and put them in his wardrobe and saw that Alexander did the same. Alexander wore a pair of plain blue pajamas, buttoned all the way to the neck, good quality but strictly utilitarian. And ugly as sin. He slipped into bed and turned to the wall, all without a word.
*Hmmm.* Bruce thought to himself. * This kid is *beyond* quiet. He’s almost… not here at all. Well good, then, the perfect roommate. *
Later that night, Bruce woke up the way he usually did,alert and on edge- a tiny muffled sound was coming from…ah. There. The opposite side of the room. The kid was crying, so softly that most people wouldn’t have heard it at all.
Shit. Bruce punched his pillow, flopped onto his back, and the sound cut off. He lay in the dark, listening for a while but he didn’t hear anything else that night. Fuck. So much for the perfect roommate.
********
As the days went by, Alexander remained pretty much unchanged, and they began to fall into an agreeable routine. Alexander made it easy by seeming to anticipate Bruce’s moods. That was something he wasn’t used to. Most people seemed totally unable to read him, which gave him a reputation as a difficult loner. Bruce was fine with that; for the most part it gave him the privacy he wanted. After a while they even stopped assigning roommates to him, (as a kind of punishment for the other boys.) Money *did*after all count for something, even in this supposedly spartan world of academics and self-sacrifice.
Welcome then to a rambling tale of love among the school tie set...updated daily.(I hope)
Will you stand on the docks , yelling out " What news of Little Bruce " as the ships come in? ( I told you ,I make my own fun)
Oh, and it's not intentionally a comedy...
Part one
When Bruce opened the door, the first thing he saw was his new roommate, sitting on the bed against the windowless wall.
“Ok, no problem, I’ll take the one near the window.”
The other boy didn’t respond aloud, just nodded quickly.
“I’m Bruce; you must be,” he looked at the paper in his hand, “Alexander. Alexander Luthor. Lionel Luthor’s your dad, hunh? Hear a lot about your old man.” Damn. The pictures he’d seen of the kid didn’t quite do justice to him. The kid was*bald*-- cue ball, hairless, no fuzz, *seriously* bald. Not ugly, just… weird on a kid his age—wonder why…
The kid just shrugged and mumbled something.
* Great, sparkling personality this one* Bruce turned on the overhead light and the kid made a small noise and shifted closer toward the wall.
“What, you don’t want the light on? Sorry, but it’s getting a little dim in here, and anyway, maybe you should be, you know, unpacking?”
Bruce swung his bag onto the bed and started his own unpacking. “So, according to the paper, you’re in the class under mine, how’d you get to room with me? Usually put the classes together…” he muttered almost to himself as he stacked clean folded clothes on his bed.
“My father has a strange sense of humor,” the boy said, his voice oddly muffled. “I guess he thought it would be interesting to see how I would handle being with someone …older”
Bruce turned to look at him for the first time. * Wow. The kid had a hell of a bruise across his mouth—* He’d seen bruises like that before -- before he’d put on muscle and weight and learned how to take care of himself. Somebody popped the kid but good.
*That didn’t happen here …he brought that with him. *
Shit.
Just what he needed. A load of shit and some stupid drama or something, a weedy little roommate, and probably a whole lot of whining by the looks of him. Bruce turned away, not my goddamn problem. Everybody has some kind of story, and so fucking what, right?
He finished unpacking and was struck by how quiet the kid was. He didn’t speak another word; just silently unpacked his bag and put a few things out that Bruce figured were personal. Not much there, either-- a few old-fashioned looking books, a metal box of some kind, a picture. Good. Bruce didn’t like clutter; glad he had a roommate who thought the same way.
The kid put a laptop on his desk and then sat, finished
Bruce approved.
By the time they were both done, it was lights out
Lex moved behind the door of his wardrobe for the meager privacy it afforded to change, Bruce didn’t bother, stripped at his bedside and pulled on a pair of sleep pants. He folded his clothes carefully and put them in his wardrobe and saw that Alexander did the same. Alexander wore a pair of plain blue pajamas, buttoned all the way to the neck, good quality but strictly utilitarian. And ugly as sin. He slipped into bed and turned to the wall, all without a word.
*Hmmm.* Bruce thought to himself. * This kid is *beyond* quiet. He’s almost… not here at all. Well good, then, the perfect roommate. *
Later that night, Bruce woke up the way he usually did,alert and on edge- a tiny muffled sound was coming from…ah. There. The opposite side of the room. The kid was crying, so softly that most people wouldn’t have heard it at all.
Shit. Bruce punched his pillow, flopped onto his back, and the sound cut off. He lay in the dark, listening for a while but he didn’t hear anything else that night. Fuck. So much for the perfect roommate.
********
As the days went by, Alexander remained pretty much unchanged, and they began to fall into an agreeable routine. Alexander made it easy by seeming to anticipate Bruce’s moods. That was something he wasn’t used to. Most people seemed totally unable to read him, which gave him a reputation as a difficult loner. Bruce was fine with that; for the most part it gave him the privacy he wanted. After a while they even stopped assigning roommates to him, (as a kind of punishment for the other boys.) Money *did*after all count for something, even in this supposedly spartan world of academics and self-sacrifice.
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7/4/04 05:57 am (UTC)Hrmmmm...This is some sort of canon? Bruce and Lex were the same age?
I know NOTHING about either fandom other than what you've thrown at me. :)
And you! Updating daily! Whooot!
Go, Ms. Thang!
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7/4/04 06:16 am (UTC)And crossing my fingers on the daily update!
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8/3/04 03:19 pm (UTC)Anyway...thanks for the info, i just want to knoooooow. :)
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8/4/04 04:37 pm (UTC)It's kinda fun though, isn't it?
I never 'missed' any comments before - i guess i just thought i didn't GET any. Hehe.
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