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02 July 2003 @ 02:46 am
Whoever you are, LJ fairy, you have earned eternal Nifra-love. Plus: Lucasfic.  
This is to whoever out there in this cyberworld played LJ fairy for me: I LOVE YOU. Thank you. You *really* made my day in the biggest of ways because I signed online when I needed some cheering up, and what did I get in my inbox but just a little packet of joy....*hugs you a bajillion times and a half*

Not the greatest of days today, but not the worst either. See above. *G* Also, I watched Prodigal for the first time and managed to fall completely, head over heels in love with Lucas. And when Nifra falls in love with a Luthor? There's fic.

And fic with a big old R attached to it for disturbing themes, later on. As of right now this is a stand-a-lone, but...there might be more later. Hell, there probably will be more later, but I'm just not going to make any promises because I need to finish Deeper Season. (Which is...going? Not like amazingly well or anything, but...going.)



Thanks to Lyra for the beta, Jenn for the encouragement

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Wreck
**

You know when the phone rings that it’s your brother, even if you don’t know what ‘brother’ really means. Other than the fact that you share some chromosomal heritage from Lionel fucking Luthor, you seriously doubt he has any more of an idea, no matter how much he pretends.

You debate whether or not you’ll answer. Maybe you’ll let him leave you another message, and maybe you’ll snicker when you listen to him sounding pissed off and worried and confused, because he’s such an old woman sometimes. He leaves messages asking you to call him, asking if you’re all right.

Pretends like he gives a shit, which must be really *fucking* easy to do when Lex is sitting pretty in the ancestral home, up to his bald fucking head in money. You probably look really good from a distance – a little brother who will rebel and make Daddy even smugger about his perfect hairless heir.

You don’t answer the phone. Fuck it, you throw it across the room and snicker when it tries to ring afterward. Then you knock back another shot of whiskey and try to decide what the hell you’re going to do tonight.

You fucking hate Metropolis.

You want to be back in Edge City where it *matters* when you pay attention and it *matters* when you don’t. You want to feel that bright, cold edge of danger.

Fuck up this hand? You die or lose body parts or something but the point is there’ll be pain. Win this hand? It’ll be a good night, and you won’t remember a single fucking second of it. And that’s the way you *like* it.

Maybe you and Big Brother have more in common than he knows. People here say he did the same thing once. Maybe in a few years you’ll be ready for a mansion and a farm boy of your very own. Is that how a Luthor grows up?

Fuck that. You are not *ever* going to wear a lavender tie and you sure as *hell* aren’t going to live in a hole like Smallville. Lex likes it there, and that probably has more to do with the way a certain pair of lips feel wrapped around his cock than anything else. Clark probably gives really good head. Maybe you’ll visit soon.

You want leave. You want to walk *out* of this goddamned penthouse, with nothing but your knife, and go somewhere dark and dirty and filled with sharp edges and just get the *shit* kicked out of you. You want to get in a fight, and you want to *lose* because that would be a whole lot more honest way to get hurt than what you’ve been doing lately.

Sure, Dad, I’ll go to the board meeting and I’ll sit next to you at the press conference, oh and, would you like me to say that I love you in public? Yeah, let’s fucking *hug* for the Daily Planet.

Lex was right, that sanctimonious bastard. There’s no way Lionel’s ever going to like you, or love you or give a damn about anything other than his own mangy motherfucking hide. And that’s almost kind of comfortable, because you know what to *expect* from him. And, really, what did you *think* would happen?

That he’d get to know you and decide that all those years of overlooking you were a mistake?

Right.

Lionel doesn’t make mistakes. He miscalculates, and *you* were the miscalculation from day one. You know that.

Besides, he knows you now. Knows that you’re as much of an asshole as he is, and he really doesn’t like that about you. Which is funny, because he’s pretty fucking fond of himself, but maybe it just doesn’t look as good on you.

You’re realistic, and you know that this is the only family in the entire world that you could come from because Lionel is *right*. You’re a son of a bitch. You lie, and you cheat, and you steal, and the only thing that matters to you is that you get what you *want* because nobody is going to give it to you. You’re opportunistic and manipulative.

You’re a goddamned *Luthor*.

And you’re really good at being alone so it doesn’t *matter* that Lionel thinks you’re a sociopath. It doesn’t *matter* that you’re just a bargaining chip in the all-important struggle with Lex. It doesn’t *matter* that when Lionel looks at you, he sees the ten percent of LuthorCorp stock you own, instead of the fact that you look like him.

You *prefer* being alone because then you don’t have to listen to anybody else’s bullshit. You don’t have to explain yourself, and you sure as *hell* don’t have to care about a thing.

*Fuck* Lex for trying to get to know you. Next time he calls you – which will be tomorrow if he stays true to form – you’re going to tell him that he can sit on his concern and fucking *rotate*.

You stand up, and turn the music up as loud as it’ll go and you can *feel* the bass in your teeth so it really ought to drown out your inner monologue, but it doesn’t. It really fucking doesn’t and the whiskey doesn’t either, even though you’re starting to slosh a little with each step you take.

You stumble, and yeah, so you’re a sloppy fucking drunk. Who gives a shit? There’s no one here to see you, no one here to notice if you break every fucking thing in the fucking living room and *damn* but that feels good. In the morning, it will probably seem like a really stupid thing to have done. But right now?

You. Don’t. Care.

You don’t care that the flat screen TV you’re beating with a chair cost more money than you made most nights at the tables, and you don’t care that your hands are bleeding. You don’t care that you’re out of whiskey and you sure as fucking *hell* don’t care that the phone’s ringing again.

What the *fuck* does Lex *want*? Because he’s the only one who ever calls you. Edge City’s over now that you’re Lionel Luthor’s son and besides, none of your ex-partners really miss you, because you’re a cocky little shit, and the women you fuck don’t exactly ask for your number or anything. Or, if they do, you don’t give it to them.

You wonder what Lex does when he’s lonely. Hell, you wonder if Lex ever gets lonely. He’s pretty cozy in his castle. Probably curled up around the poster boy for the American way, and …what the hell does it matter? You are *not* lonely.

You’re drunk, and you’re angry, and you *really* wish Lionel could see this because even for you, this is some quality destruction. You’ve always been good at destruction.

So you keep breaking things until there’s nothing left to break and the living room looks like it’s been shoved into a trash compactor. You lose your momentum, and you sit down on the floor and you *don’t* regret what you’ve done. You don’t regret any of it. You don’t even really regret who you are, because what’s the point? You can’t change it now.

You’re never going to be Lex, and Lionel is never going to love you, and that’s really all you know right now. And that’s enough, right? Two fundamental truths for you to grow the fuck up with.

Get *over* it.

You mean nothing and how the *fuck* did you forget that? You thought you’d learned it a long fucking time ago. Before you really *knew* that you were Lionel Luthor’s son.

Back when your knees were always bruised, and you flinched when people touched you. Back when you weren’t fast enough when you ran, but you were pretty enough when they caught you. When your baby teeth fell out and you just had smooth, smooth gums in the front, and you learned how to breathe through your nose even when you were panicking. Back when you weren’t just an orphan, you were fucking *dead*.

You. Mean. Nothing.

The phone rings again. This time, you pick it up because you’re too tired not to.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“Lucas, you’re there. I’ve been trying you all night,” Lex says, sounding worried.

“Yeah, and I’ve been ignoring the phone,” you tell him because you can be honest, too. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to know if you were all right. I heard about the car crash.”

You snort. “Don’t worry, I haven’t upstaged you. I didn’t die, I just broke my ribs. Your crash is still the famous one.”

“Are you all right?” Lex asks again, ignoring the tone of your voice.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “I’m doing great.”

And because he's a Luthor, he sees right through you. “You’re lying.”

And because you're a Luthor, you know when you've lost.

“Yeah,” you admit, “I am.”
 
 
 
Cellicelli on July 1st, 2003 11:54 pm (UTC)
I love, love, love, love this.
Yavannayavannauk on July 2nd, 2003 10:57 am (UTC)
Whoa, a very intense look inside Lucas' head.
pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on July 2nd, 2003 11:38 pm (UTC)
*G* Lucas is a very intense kind of guy.
Isagelisagel on July 2nd, 2003 11:48 am (UTC)
This is *awesome*, Nifra. I didn't like Lucas all that much on the show, and I normally don't read Lucas fic, but I'm so glad I read this. It's powerful and painful and pretty damn marvellous. I'd love to read more about this Lucas.
pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on July 2nd, 2003 11:40 pm (UTC)
Wow -- I'm flattered that I overcame your Lucas!prejudice. *G* Thank you so much! And...I'd love to write more about this Lucas, but...*sighs and looks at rapidly fattening WiP folder* That's the kind of thing we don't talk about until we're at least two more chapters of the Big Evil Visible WiP down the road.

Isagel: destinyisagel on July 3rd, 2003 12:03 am (UTC)
Ah, yes, we'll talk very quietly about Lucas till the Big Evil Fic is finished. Big Evil Funny Beautiful Fic comes first, absolutely. I'm totally on board with that. *g*
pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on July 3rd, 2003 12:05 am (UTC)
*Nods* Yes. It is Big Evil Fic.

Like...photocopiers evil.

Isagel: ballsisagel on July 3rd, 2003 12:15 am (UTC)
That *is* pretty evil.

Maybe it will be happier if Lex stops by and fiddles with it while shamelessly flirting with you?
i was always like thisbionic on July 2nd, 2003 12:13 pm (UTC)
wow, this is wonderful. Lucas bared in all his twisted glory...and it hurts and cuts and did i mention how much of the wonderful this is? Love, love, love Lucas fic *g*
pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on July 2nd, 2003 11:42 pm (UTC)
mmm. Bare Lucas. *G*

Sorry, I got distracted. Uhm. Right. FOCUS, Nif...

I'm so glad you enjoyed this! *hugs* Thank you!
Siobhan: Luthor!Lovesiobhan_w on July 2nd, 2003 06:10 pm (UTC)
::does the happy dance of Luthor!Love::

WooHoo! Another Luthorite (someone who appreciates the *special* family dynamics of the Luthors and the new shark in the tank - Lucas). You get it now, don't you? *g*

I love you Lucas voice - you do such a great job with him. He's all about the sharp edges and if his life doesn't offer enough edges for him to cut himself open on, he'll make them himself. Even if it means trashing his surroundings so he has something to test his skin on.

pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on July 2nd, 2003 11:45 pm (UTC)
*joins in happy dance of Luthor!Love*

What *is* it about Luthor men that just makes them all so sexy? I mean...Lex *is* sex. Lucas is incredibly angry!sexy and Lionel? He's creepy!sexy. It's weird, and...wow. Yes. I love them. And I love the whole shark tank, water chumming, family dynmics ala Genghis Kahn and Otto Van Bismarck approach they have going.

Yes. Yes. I *so* get it now...

I'm glad you enjoyed this, Siobhan...because, well. The Lex/Lucas relationship is getting my *full* attention for August 7, I do believe. How goes it on your end, btw?

Siobhansiobhan_w on July 3rd, 2003 08:07 pm (UTC)
Those are some hellacious genes! *g* Perhaps one of Lionel's secret projects is the breeding of a race of super-sexy men and he's using himself as stud. *g*

The Lex/Lucas relationship is getting my *full* attention

Heh. A worthy subject I'm sure. *g*

How goes it on your end, btw?

It's coming along pretty well. It's different from the stuff I've written before so it's definitely a challenge but that's good.

BTW, did you need a copy of Rush? Or have you definitely chosen the other option? *g*