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[#126] Never See It (Smallville)
Theme Prompt: Illusion
Title: Never See It
Fandom: Smallville
Rating/Warnings: PG/K+
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Lex knows Clark will never see the truth.
Sometimes I wonder if our love was an illusion. Teenage years feel an utter lifetime ago, sometimes even more so. My body is weary, my mind tired of trying to think of solutions to all the world's problems, solutions you will actually permit me to carry to completion, and my soul... My soul has been ever so exhausted since you last said goodbye.
These days, you don't even seem to recognize me. You pretend as though we have no past, we are merely the superhero against the super villain. I know that's the way you want it, Clark, the way you've always wanted it. You prefer it that way. You yearn for the world to be a black and white place, but it's not. It's never been so, even, I suspect, since before the day I was born and you landed here.
I've often wondered what my life might have been like if you had not come to Earth. Perhaps it would have been simpler for me if I had merely followed in my father's footsteps, like so many other copycat pigeons trailing behind their mogul parents. I could have wielded the Luthor fortune and perhaps never cared about mankind. Instead, those few moments during the meteorite shower shaped my life in such a way that I have tried all my decades of living to find a way to help mankind.
And only been hurt because of my endeavors. It would seem that only you superheroes can actually help mankind, but that's a sham, Clark. I'm sorry you don't see through it. I'd like you to take you by the hand and make you face everything that is going wrong in this nation, in this very world, sometimes because of your battles, sometimes because of others', and sometimes because the things that are the most important flow far more subtly under the proverbial radar than you heroes would like to think.
Do you have any idea how many people are starving in our country, in our state, in your hometown even? When was the last time you went home, Kent? When was the last time you actually stopped and looked at the little people? I have managed to persuade every company in Metropolis to donate the food it was once trashing, and it still isn't enough. There are still families, children, our elderly going to bed without supper, laying down on dirty streets and in cardboard boxes...
But you don't notice any of that, do you? You sit up there on your proverbial high horse in the Daily Planet, proclaiming that I sit on my high horse in LuthorCorp, but what does the Planet do for the people? You tell the truth -- or rather, as has always been the case with newscasters, you spin your own truth on it. I don't see you feeding the homeless, clothing the ragged strays in the streets, or making sure our seniors have warmth and food.
I do see you fighting. I see you battling war every day, but you're missing the bigger picture. You're saving the world, but how many lives are you losing in the process? Just last week, there was a homeless man caught up in the debris from a superhero brawl. You didn't see the crumpled body. I did.
And the boy I once loved would have been even more crushed by that battered, lifeless form that I picked up out of that rubble. You would have stopped fighting had you seen him, but you didn't. Have you never stopped to realize why I'm making the flying machines now, Clark? I'm not flying around in giant, metallic suits just to battle you. I'm trying to get the fight off the ground; I'm trying to elevate it so that the innocent stop being caught in the midst.
You don't even see it. Your parents would be so heartbroken, not necessarily but definitely heartbroken. I am not my father, Clark, and you are not your parents. They tried to teach you that you always have to pay attention to the little people. You taught me that; yet, you also seem to have forgotten it.
Just as you've forgotten me. Maybe my life would have been simpler if you had landed on another planet. It certainly would have been easier. I would never cared so much, or had my heart broken so terribly so many times. Perhaps I would have been my father's child then. Perhaps I never would have cared. I would have never been loved, but then I've never been loved in this world.
You're capable of it. You're capable of it and so much more, Clark. You could truly save this world, if you would just stop and listen to me. If we could converse without anger, without hatred, if we could pool our resources together, my fortune and ingenuity and your and your friends' powers, we could actually save this planet. But instead it's dying, a dozen or so lives going every second. A dozen, glorious bright flames being extinguished where the big and bold heroes fight to save the day, never seeing what's all around them.
I broke the illusion long ago, Clark; you made me. I wish I could return the favor. I wish you could see the world as I do, see yourself as I do, see me. I wish you could see what is in my heart. I'm only trying to help, but you'll never hear it. I'm trying to help save what's left of our planet any way I can, but you'll never accept it, no more than your father ever wanted to accept my help when we were boys.
Jonathan eventually did, until he saw us kiss that night. Then he drove me out of your life, and you've striven ever since to put as much distance between us as you can. I only want to help, Clark -- and I want to love you --, but you'll never see it. You'll never see me.
The End
Title: Never See It
Fandom: Smallville
Rating/Warnings: PG/K+
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Lex knows Clark will never see the truth.
Sometimes I wonder if our love was an illusion. Teenage years feel an utter lifetime ago, sometimes even more so. My body is weary, my mind tired of trying to think of solutions to all the world's problems, solutions you will actually permit me to carry to completion, and my soul... My soul has been ever so exhausted since you last said goodbye.
These days, you don't even seem to recognize me. You pretend as though we have no past, we are merely the superhero against the super villain. I know that's the way you want it, Clark, the way you've always wanted it. You prefer it that way. You yearn for the world to be a black and white place, but it's not. It's never been so, even, I suspect, since before the day I was born and you landed here.
I've often wondered what my life might have been like if you had not come to Earth. Perhaps it would have been simpler for me if I had merely followed in my father's footsteps, like so many other copycat pigeons trailing behind their mogul parents. I could have wielded the Luthor fortune and perhaps never cared about mankind. Instead, those few moments during the meteorite shower shaped my life in such a way that I have tried all my decades of living to find a way to help mankind.
And only been hurt because of my endeavors. It would seem that only you superheroes can actually help mankind, but that's a sham, Clark. I'm sorry you don't see through it. I'd like you to take you by the hand and make you face everything that is going wrong in this nation, in this very world, sometimes because of your battles, sometimes because of others', and sometimes because the things that are the most important flow far more subtly under the proverbial radar than you heroes would like to think.
Do you have any idea how many people are starving in our country, in our state, in your hometown even? When was the last time you went home, Kent? When was the last time you actually stopped and looked at the little people? I have managed to persuade every company in Metropolis to donate the food it was once trashing, and it still isn't enough. There are still families, children, our elderly going to bed without supper, laying down on dirty streets and in cardboard boxes...
But you don't notice any of that, do you? You sit up there on your proverbial high horse in the Daily Planet, proclaiming that I sit on my high horse in LuthorCorp, but what does the Planet do for the people? You tell the truth -- or rather, as has always been the case with newscasters, you spin your own truth on it. I don't see you feeding the homeless, clothing the ragged strays in the streets, or making sure our seniors have warmth and food.
I do see you fighting. I see you battling war every day, but you're missing the bigger picture. You're saving the world, but how many lives are you losing in the process? Just last week, there was a homeless man caught up in the debris from a superhero brawl. You didn't see the crumpled body. I did.
And the boy I once loved would have been even more crushed by that battered, lifeless form that I picked up out of that rubble. You would have stopped fighting had you seen him, but you didn't. Have you never stopped to realize why I'm making the flying machines now, Clark? I'm not flying around in giant, metallic suits just to battle you. I'm trying to get the fight off the ground; I'm trying to elevate it so that the innocent stop being caught in the midst.
You don't even see it. Your parents would be so heartbroken, not necessarily but definitely heartbroken. I am not my father, Clark, and you are not your parents. They tried to teach you that you always have to pay attention to the little people. You taught me that; yet, you also seem to have forgotten it.
Just as you've forgotten me. Maybe my life would have been simpler if you had landed on another planet. It certainly would have been easier. I would never cared so much, or had my heart broken so terribly so many times. Perhaps I would have been my father's child then. Perhaps I never would have cared. I would have never been loved, but then I've never been loved in this world.
You're capable of it. You're capable of it and so much more, Clark. You could truly save this world, if you would just stop and listen to me. If we could converse without anger, without hatred, if we could pool our resources together, my fortune and ingenuity and your and your friends' powers, we could actually save this planet. But instead it's dying, a dozen or so lives going every second. A dozen, glorious bright flames being extinguished where the big and bold heroes fight to save the day, never seeing what's all around them.
I broke the illusion long ago, Clark; you made me. I wish I could return the favor. I wish you could see the world as I do, see yourself as I do, see me. I wish you could see what is in my heart. I'm only trying to help, but you'll never hear it. I'm trying to help save what's left of our planet any way I can, but you'll never accept it, no more than your father ever wanted to accept my help when we were boys.
Jonathan eventually did, until he saw us kiss that night. Then he drove me out of your life, and you've striven ever since to put as much distance between us as you can. I only want to help, Clark -- and I want to love you --, but you'll never see it. You'll never see me.
The End
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