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roxyHere is more of Exiled:The Working Title. I may leave it, I kind of like it.But before we get to that,a little brain excreta, if I may.
I'm really feeling kind of guilty about ignoring my first love,BtVS.I wake up in the middle of the night, and hear it sobbing out my name...well, maybe not. But I do still love it, and I miss it, but when it's time to read, I'm more often reading SV, or Sports Night (which is damn hard to find, but has some truly great writing)or Faculty(yes.Shut up. It's really, really good)
I *have* to read Changes, because it's brill,I've saving Repossesion, cause I'm afraid for it to be over, and there are a few writers in the fandom I'd read if they suddenly decided to write Grocery!List fic,but otherwise,eh.
The guilt!
So, I've come to a major revelation about myself. Guilt just rides me like I'm it's bitch.Maybe not so major a revelation, but there it is.You change, and move around and hope your friends don't drop you because of a shift in interest, and that's LJ and RL.
Why am I talking about this, you ask? *Points up.* My house.Plus where else can I talk about these rambly little thoughts and not be asked to shut the hell up? *g*
Sure, you guys can say that, but at least you *know* what I'm talking about,lol!
Anyhoo, you've paid the toll,let's get some fic cooking..bridgey part here!
what went before:
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pt.2
pt3
pt.4
pt.5
The next morning at breakfast, Bruce tried again to talk about the previous day’s incident, but Lex held his hand up, and shook his head. He could see Bruce shut down, his eyes went flat and blank and his lips thinned, he was the same Bruce that drove him to Smallville.
“We’re going to the factory today.”
“What, you’re coming with? Are you planning on hanging out with me all day, and please say no?”
Bruce sat back and crossed his arms, stared at Lex like he was staring at a particularly vile patch of mold, or so Lex interpreted the look.
“Lex. Do you think you’re ready to run the business--*a* business?” Bruce smirked as he put his hands on the table and Lex searched his mind for a scathing come-back as he watched him play with the silverware, arrange the forks and knives in defensive positions around the plate. He’d just been insulted by Bruce in a typical Bruce way, but he was man enough to take it and move on.
Lex got up from the table and blew a raspberry at Bruce before he left the room the room in a dignified way. He felt a little wave of relief sweep through him when he heard Bruce’s chuckle. The small sound reassured him that they were back on track.
****************
The office he sat in was unreasonably hot, and he yanked at the tie at his throat, and growled. Bruce looked up from the charts he was studying, and made an inquiring noise.
Lex snarled, “ What idiot decided that floor to ceiling glass in a hot and god awful humid environment was a good idea!”
Bruce looked cool as a cucumber or some other vegetable and Lex was positive he was just as sweaty and hot as he was, but was hiding it just to piss him off.
“They’ll have the air fixed soon, Lex. Now would be a good time to practice patience,” Bruce murmured. Lex could only stare aghast at the huge slab of platitude-ness in front of him.
“Bruce. If I didn’t have a fund of patience, you’d be breathing your last right now.”
Bruce smiled and pointed out to Lex, “You know, you could save a lot by importing rock phosphate.” Lex nodded, he’d already looked over those figures and knew they were bleeding money there, material was scarcer and more expensive here, and they were eventually going to be forced to find other sources, better to prepare themselves now and –and thank you Bruce. You’ve sunk this thing into my brain now. Lex sighed. It happened all the time—mild interest mutated into obsession. He refused to look at Bruce but he could feel his smile anyway.
****************
It was late evening by the time they returned home, and Bruce seemed to be in a very good mood. Bruce grabbed Lex by the arm when they were in the foyer, and told him to “Shower and dress for the evening, we’re going out tonight.” He grinned at Lex’s perplexed expression
“What, in Smallville, dress for what? A particularly formal cow-tipping?” he sneered. Bruce swung him around and pointed him in the direction of the stairs.
“No, you miserable shit, I’m taking you to Metropolis.” Bruce gave him a sharp shove forward. Lex staggered a bit but grinned and replied, “Ah, so the secret to a happy Bruce is for Lex to work his butt off. And worth it to get out of Mayberry for the night! Where’re we going? A club? Not one of those dreary little jazz bars you go to, I hope--”
“I know you’re kidding” Bruce said. He grinned like he was enjoying the joke too. “There’s a new alternative Jazz club opening--I had to call in a few favors, but we’ll be going to the premiere tonight!” He looked incredibly pleased with himself.
Lex smiled at him despite the stabbing pain behind one eye.Maybe, with luck, he was having a massive stroke; that would be a good way to get out of this. Alternative Jazz, as far as Lex was concerned, was the unholy marriage of a cat in distress and treacle. Bruce knew his feeling on this matter—and the look on his face told him plainly that he did not give a shit.
“Right,” he sighed. “Jazz, oh boy. Let’s get dressed, then.”
more tonight, because I love you all!
eta: edited repeatedly 'cause I suck at this!
I'm really feeling kind of guilty about ignoring my first love,BtVS.I wake up in the middle of the night, and hear it sobbing out my name...well, maybe not. But I do still love it, and I miss it, but when it's time to read, I'm more often reading SV, or Sports Night (which is damn hard to find, but has some truly great writing)or Faculty(yes.Shut up. It's really, really good)
I *have* to read Changes, because it's brill,I've saving Repossesion, cause I'm afraid for it to be over, and there are a few writers in the fandom I'd read if they suddenly decided to write Grocery!List fic,but otherwise,eh.
The guilt!
So, I've come to a major revelation about myself. Guilt just rides me like I'm it's bitch.Maybe not so major a revelation, but there it is.You change, and move around and hope your friends don't drop you because of a shift in interest, and that's LJ and RL.
Why am I talking about this, you ask? *Points up.* My house.Plus where else can I talk about these rambly little thoughts and not be asked to shut the hell up? *g*
Sure, you guys can say that, but at least you *know* what I'm talking about,lol!
Anyhoo, you've paid the toll,let's get some fic cooking..bridgey part here!
what went before:
pt.1
pt.2
pt3
pt.4
pt.5
The next morning at breakfast, Bruce tried again to talk about the previous day’s incident, but Lex held his hand up, and shook his head. He could see Bruce shut down, his eyes went flat and blank and his lips thinned, he was the same Bruce that drove him to Smallville.
“We’re going to the factory today.”
“What, you’re coming with? Are you planning on hanging out with me all day, and please say no?”
Bruce sat back and crossed his arms, stared at Lex like he was staring at a particularly vile patch of mold, or so Lex interpreted the look.
“Lex. Do you think you’re ready to run the business--*a* business?” Bruce smirked as he put his hands on the table and Lex searched his mind for a scathing come-back as he watched him play with the silverware, arrange the forks and knives in defensive positions around the plate. He’d just been insulted by Bruce in a typical Bruce way, but he was man enough to take it and move on.
Lex got up from the table and blew a raspberry at Bruce before he left the room the room in a dignified way. He felt a little wave of relief sweep through him when he heard Bruce’s chuckle. The small sound reassured him that they were back on track.
****************
The office he sat in was unreasonably hot, and he yanked at the tie at his throat, and growled. Bruce looked up from the charts he was studying, and made an inquiring noise.
Lex snarled, “ What idiot decided that floor to ceiling glass in a hot and god awful humid environment was a good idea!”
Bruce looked cool as a cucumber or some other vegetable and Lex was positive he was just as sweaty and hot as he was, but was hiding it just to piss him off.
“They’ll have the air fixed soon, Lex. Now would be a good time to practice patience,” Bruce murmured. Lex could only stare aghast at the huge slab of platitude-ness in front of him.
“Bruce. If I didn’t have a fund of patience, you’d be breathing your last right now.”
Bruce smiled and pointed out to Lex, “You know, you could save a lot by importing rock phosphate.” Lex nodded, he’d already looked over those figures and knew they were bleeding money there, material was scarcer and more expensive here, and they were eventually going to be forced to find other sources, better to prepare themselves now and –and thank you Bruce. You’ve sunk this thing into my brain now. Lex sighed. It happened all the time—mild interest mutated into obsession. He refused to look at Bruce but he could feel his smile anyway.
****************
It was late evening by the time they returned home, and Bruce seemed to be in a very good mood. Bruce grabbed Lex by the arm when they were in the foyer, and told him to “Shower and dress for the evening, we’re going out tonight.” He grinned at Lex’s perplexed expression
“What, in Smallville, dress for what? A particularly formal cow-tipping?” he sneered. Bruce swung him around and pointed him in the direction of the stairs.
“No, you miserable shit, I’m taking you to Metropolis.” Bruce gave him a sharp shove forward. Lex staggered a bit but grinned and replied, “Ah, so the secret to a happy Bruce is for Lex to work his butt off. And worth it to get out of Mayberry for the night! Where’re we going? A club? Not one of those dreary little jazz bars you go to, I hope--”
“I know you’re kidding” Bruce said. He grinned like he was enjoying the joke too. “There’s a new alternative Jazz club opening--I had to call in a few favors, but we’ll be going to the premiere tonight!” He looked incredibly pleased with himself.
Lex smiled at him despite the stabbing pain behind one eye.Maybe, with luck, he was having a massive stroke; that would be a good way to get out of this. Alternative Jazz, as far as Lex was concerned, was the unholy marriage of a cat in distress and treacle. Bruce knew his feeling on this matter—and the look on his face told him plainly that he did not give a shit.
“Right,” he sighed. “Jazz, oh boy. Let’s get dressed, then.”
more tonight, because I love you all!
eta: edited repeatedly 'cause I suck at this!
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9/5/04 03:10 pm (UTC)BWAAAAAAAAhahhahhahaa.
I like. :)
Honey, don't be silly. We LURVE you! No matter what you write.
Of COURSE i want more s/x, 'cause i'm obsessive that way, but your Clex-with-Bruce is fun and funny and hot and so, you know - i'm fine!!!
*bounce*
You just do what you gotta do, don't worry about us!
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9/5/04 03:50 pm (UTC)Hahahaha!
And the raspberry blowing! BWA!
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9/5/04 03:56 pm (UTC)The whole Jazz thing was funny!
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9/5/04 04:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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9/6/04 02:13 pm (UTC)You say that like it hurts you my darling!
Why you ask? Because they're pretty together! And you can see it in the comics, ok, not Lex because ew! ComicCanon Lex* is a freak, but Supes and the Bat? Oh hell yeah!
* Except for the weirdly disturbing and kind of hmmm relationship with Billy Batson(Captain Marvel) in the 'Kingdom Come' graphic novel.
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9/6/04 10:55 pm (UTC)I LOVE IT!
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9/6/04 10:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/6/04 11:20 pm (UTC)Christian Bale is the hot, but in my mind Bruce looks more like James Marsden, which is pretty strange cause he's not even my flavor.Unlike Mr. Bale who is to die for,oh my.
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9/7/04 03:55 pm (UTC)You know, I don't even know what James Marsden looks like. I know he's a celebrity and that's about it.
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9/7/04 11:10 pm (UTC)