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coprime_recs) wrote2004-06-02 03:49 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-06-02 03:49 pm
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Smallville: After All by Livia
After All (Jonathan Kent | G | 3,777 words) is a wonderful Jonathan fic, focusing on his relationship with Martha and with Lex. This is a story that reminds me of why I like Jonathan while still keeping him in character. Plus, it's got lots of anecdotes and sayings and details to flesh out Jonathan.
Excerpt:
"Your mother's making breakfast," I told him, then glanced up at the loft. Lex leaned over the railing, the sleeves of his sweater pushed past his elbows. He was sweating through the dirty cashmere, breathing hard, and damned if he didn't look happy.
"Leave that for now." I told him. "Come on in the house and wash up. Clark, go give your mom a hand in the kitchen."
"Sure, Dad." Clark gave me a look as he headed past, the same look Martha gave me whenever I was in the same room with Lex. I gave Clark a look right back-- okay, I didn't have the best track record with Lex, but I'd never been one to kick a man when he was down.
"Doing all right?" I asked as Lex came down the stairs, arms swinging.
"I'm doing great," he said, scrubbing the sweat from his face with the back of his hand. "Thank you."
I nodded, and we headed into the house. Lex was still smiling.
Well, it wasn't so strange, I supposed. Lex had at least one friend who didn't care if he was broke or a billionaire. And if Clark liked her, Dr. Bryce was probably a pretty good catch. All things considered, Lex really wasn't doing so badly. Guess I just hadn't expected him to see it like that.
Excerpt:
"Your mother's making breakfast," I told him, then glanced up at the loft. Lex leaned over the railing, the sleeves of his sweater pushed past his elbows. He was sweating through the dirty cashmere, breathing hard, and damned if he didn't look happy.
"Leave that for now." I told him. "Come on in the house and wash up. Clark, go give your mom a hand in the kitchen."
"Sure, Dad." Clark gave me a look as he headed past, the same look Martha gave me whenever I was in the same room with Lex. I gave Clark a look right back-- okay, I didn't have the best track record with Lex, but I'd never been one to kick a man when he was down.
"Doing all right?" I asked as Lex came down the stairs, arms swinging.
"I'm doing great," he said, scrubbing the sweat from his face with the back of his hand. "Thank you."
I nodded, and we headed into the house. Lex was still smiling.
Well, it wasn't so strange, I supposed. Lex had at least one friend who didn't care if he was broke or a billionaire. And if Clark liked her, Dr. Bryce was probably a pretty good catch. All things considered, Lex really wasn't doing so badly. Guess I just hadn't expected him to see it like that.