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    Acceptable Wisdom, R, Post-Fragile One-shot

    Acceptable Wisdom (one-shot)
    R-rated Fragile missing scene

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    Spoilers: Up to Fragile, Season five.

    A/N: I watched the episode and didnít like it for all the reasons that most of the N-S members didnít. Lexana is stupid. A little dialogue between Lionel and Lex appeared in my brain. Warning for sexual language and dual-Luthor hypnosis. I canít look away from both of them in a scene. Too bad having a father and son speak to each other is so improbable.


    Acceptable Wisdom


    "There seem to be a lot of young women running away from you lately," Lionel reflected, tilting his glass to the lamp to light up his scotch. "It might be an indicator your charm is waning."

    His father had appeared late one night, not very coincidentally the same night Lana kissed him and ran away. Lex was rarely pleased to see his father at any time in his life, and he had been enjoying the neglect while seducing Martha Kent took up Lionelís time.

    "Letís get to the point, Dad," he said caustically, making the last word acidic. "How do I get rid of you for another few months?"

    "Relax, son, Iíll be leaving as soon as I am allowed to dispense some valuable advice. Humor my attempt to be paternal and weíll be each on his own separate lonely road once more."

    Shifting in the leather armchair, Lex turned a sigh into a sneer. "Let it rip, Iím prepared to be condescended to."

    His drink just at his mouth, the older Luthor frowned. His purpose was sincere. There was no gain in continuing the family line only to produce cretins where there might be genius.

    "Try to look past the source of the advice and accept the wisdom behind it. I have only ever considered us business rivals. Your personal life has never needed my help to fall apart," Lionel pointed out, gesturing around the room with his drink. "At least Iím not aware of a happy marriage, unless youíve managed it in the past day."

    His sonís sullen glare into the fire bade him to keep speaking

    "Miss Sullivan came to see you a few days ago, presumably regarding Miss Lang. She most likely Ďtold you offí for your advances on the grounds that her friend has only recently split up with Clark Kent. Am I correct?"

    Lex stubbornly froze, but Lionel nodded as if confirmation had been given.

    "I care very little for Miss Langís emotional state or her treatment by you; but for one certainty you seem to be ignoring. It will never work to your satisfaction," he said decisively.

    A cold stare turned to him, his sonís hands closing into fists on the arms of
    his chair. The buttons on his shirt strained slightly as his chest puffed up with anger.

    "Thanks for the discouragement. Call the next time your feel like stopping by," he bit out.

    Lionel gave a humorless chuckle and shook his regrown mane. The boy was stubborn, but he listened despite himself. He had a mania for knowing everything he could, even if he didnít agree with what he learned. It was his job as a father to protect him from the information that would cause more harm than good.

    "Miss Sullivan was right to dissuade you from your misguided desire for her friend. You must know by now itís not real. Youíre merely recreating a happiness that never existed. Your mother loved you, but she is long dead. Donít dishonor her memory by trying to replace her."

    Scoffing, the young man stood up and paced quickly to the bar. That was a rich sentiment from the man who had tried to replace his mother with thousands of women. He dropped ice cubes into a glass, put it down without pouring anything and went back to stand over his father.

    "Iím tired of this perpetual game," he said, face shaded with dark hollows in his cheeks. "Iím no longer following your orders. I run the company and my life. Youíve done your duty - go back to chasing after widows."

    He saw the slap coming and held his ground, tensing his neck against it and feeling the sting on his cheek. A brief look of memory and remorse crossed Lionelís face before an arrogant expression fell on the sharp features.

    "I wonít have you spreading unsavory stories about Martha Kent. She is an upstanding, ethical woman who will do a lot of good as a senator."

    "Done. A reputation of sour grapes toward a senatorial widow wonít help my next campaign," he agreed flatly. Striding over to the bar again, he shrugged dismissively.

    "This was not why I came . . . Son, you are wasting too much time and energy wooing Lana Lang. She will never love you and if youíre trying to use her as leverage, her connection to Clark Kent has broken down. Chloe is more aware of whatever dark secret you think is so vital to uncover."

    A hefty drink in hand, the bald billionaire returned and sat on the arm of the chair he had used, looking impatient.

    "Chloe is less likely than Clark to tell me," he asserted. "She wonít break under pressure and if your spies havenít reported it already, she and I arenít in caring and sharing mode presently."

    "Because you squandered the bond she felt for you. I made the same mistake. Mr. Kent seems to have learned his lesson, however. Sheís a surprisingly powerful force."

    There was a pleased tilt to his fatherís lips when he talked about her. The compliment seemed genuine. Chloe had been trusted with more secrets of his sire than a lot of LuthorCorp executives. She had used the hints to dig for more and been successful in a way that precluded luck.

    "As I recall, you tried to kill her," Lex said. "Silly of her to take offense."

    Lionel took a drink and held it in his mouth, swallowing leisurely, nodding as if the statement hadnít been ironic.

    "It was a recognition of her abilities, and a difficult decision. I enjoyed her more than she knew. For a long time I couldnít decide between fucking her and eating her."

    A flinching jaw muscle betrayed Lexís revulsion to the idea. His fatherís stupid law of the jungle metaphor didnít make it funny or absurd. He drank to distract himself.

    "I imagine you grappled with the same choice. Those months as her protector must have been bliss and torment combined."

    Even less of a reaction from his son, so Lionel talked almost to himself, voice lowering to a purr.

    "Sheís very appealing to men like us. For that year I slept with blonds almost exclusively to relieve the . . . tension. I love a woman who can give as good as she gets. Unfortunately, I had to deny myself."

    Darting a sly glance to Lex, the man noted a stiffness in his frame. The topic made him much angrier than anything about Lana Lang. The blond reporter was simply more invigorating.

    "I think Chloe tastes like a fine scotch," he said idly. "Shadowed and peaty. Fleshy with strains of sweetness, and a depth that makes you feel you could hold it on your tongue for hours and find new facets."

    The glass in his sonís hand trembled as his grip increased. A few more provocations and the attentions he was trying to focus on Lana Lang would be unalterably tied to the residual fascination for Chloe Sullivan. Making the simple gesture obscene, he finished his drink and rolled it in his mouth before swallowing.

    "Of course, if youíre intent on the barely legal, Iím sure Miss Lang tastes sweet - like those hard candies playing an ubiquitous role on every secretaryís desk. A lump of pure sugar with colors to fool you into believing thereís a flavor underneath. Pure sweetness isnít the worst thing in a woman," he concluded, his tone diplomatic.

    Lex stood up and faced the fireplace, filled with outrage. The taunts and jabs hit harder some days, and he had a very hard day already.

    "This has absolutely made up for the birds and bees talk we never had," he mocked tightly. "Thank you for your many repugnant insights."

    Lionel stood easily, smirking and relaxed. He had laid the groundwork to prevent an insipid girl from ruining his son. Ridiculous to think Lex Luthorís downfall could be an unremarkable foundling searching for a replacement daddy. Even more absurd that she was simultaneously being painted as the substitute for Lillian. The loss of the election, company projects of little commercial value and an air of unreliability were all to blame on this preoccupation with Lana Lang.

    "I felt obligated to prevent your looming failure. I donít know Miss Lang personally, but I know Chloe quite well. If she ever kisses you sheíll not be running away. You might put some thought into the woman youíre so fixated on," he said, nearing the door. "Goodnight Lex."

    The click of the latch behind him sent Lexís mind back to the moment before Chloe left. He had snarled some pathetic insult about her romantic status and she had to think for a moment before her return volley.

    "I donít need one with you and your father screwing me so consistently."

    There had been no pain in the green gaze that turned contemptuously away. She didnít mind the insult. Clark had allowed her an equal place in something they all knew was infinitely larger than a romance. It meant more than any plans Lex could have made for Lana.

    Stark, ugly bitterness made him put down his drink. It was disconcerting to hear his own thoughts about Chloe voiced by his father. It was all true. Lana couldnít compete with the blond. His seduction would have fallen apart long ago if not for a simple fact of life. Young women who lived together tended to share clothing and make up. They used the same laundry detergent to save money, and recommended products that worked well. Standing in Chloe and Lanaís shared dorm room it was impossible to distinguish between the scents of the two occupants.

    But Lex had been close to both of them and he could tell the fates had smiled on him in one small way. When Lana had lurched clumsily at his mouth she had been wearing the same perfume Chloe wore the previous day. The scent from the ruby glass bottle he had given her in the safe house, bought in Paris while he was thinking of her locked away from the sun. He hadnít needed to pretend once his eyes snapped shut. If she smelled so like Chloe she must be Chloe.

    And the taste in his mouth during the kiss might have been pure sweetness, but he had tasted the substantial harmonies of scotch.
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    Re: Acceptable Wisdom, R, Post-Fragile One-shot

    And the taste in his mouth during the kiss might have been pure sweetness, but he had tasted the substantial harmonies of scotch.
    This last line is just awesome. Loved this and thought the back and forth between Lex and Lionel was wonderfully done. Great job.
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    Absolutely perfect. Loved it, wish there was more.

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    Nice. I can see this on the show. I love Lionel and Lex moments like this. Fav parts.

    "Sheís very appealing to men like us. For that year I slept with blonds almost exclusively to relieve the . . . tension. I love a woman who can give as good as she gets. Unfortunately, I had to deny myself."
    Hey Lionel that was really dirty. Nice.

    But Lex had been close to both of them and he could tell the fates had smiled on him in one small way. When Lana had lurched clumsily at his mouth she had been wearing the same perfume Chloe wore the previous day. The scent from the ruby glass bottle he had given her in the safe house, bought in Paris while he was thinking of her locked away from the sun. He hadnít needed to pretend once his eyes snapped shut. If she smelled so like Chloe she must be Chloe.
    I like this idea of Chloe and Lex when she was in the safe house. They got it on. Come she wouldn't have to come see me if she didn't and then again Lex wouldn't have insulted her if she hadn't dumped him. Lex had to be thinking of something other then Lana giving him dead fish kiss.

    Great job but are you going to continue?



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    That was really good, complex, well written, and it flowed beautifully. It was simple and succinct, no unnessassary words, everything added to the plot (however short).

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    Re: Acceptable Wisdom, R, Post-Fragile One-shot

    Excellent scene, even though it gave me far too many details about what happened in one of the dreaded Season 5 episodes. I loved the interaction between Lex and Lionel, and this was my favorite bit:

    "Of course, if youíre intent on the barely legal, Iím sure Miss Lang tastes sweet - like those hard candies playing an ubiquitous role on every secretaryís desk. A lump of pure sugar with colors to fool you into believing thereís a flavor underneath. Pure sweetness isnít the worst thing in a woman," he concluded, his tone diplomatic.
    This was wonderful Lionel-voice, from the clever simile, to the elitism, to the precise observation about human nature.

    I was totally not expecting the turn at the end, and it put a pure Chlexy spin on the entire conversation.

    Thanks for posting.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Zannie
    I was totally not expecting the turn at the end, and it put a pure Chlexy spin on the entire conversation.
    Sorry about the overload of info. I know you're off the televised crap and I salute you for it. I refuse to quit when I have so many graveyard fics to dig up. We might not win on the show, but I'm not putting up with the disgusting mess of dropped plots and convoluted non-motives in silence. I can apparently write Lionel convincingly and while I can I'll be having him tooth and luxurious hair against the dreaded ship.


    And letia, this was only a one chapter story. I can't keep Lionel gabbing all night - he has to be up with the sun in preparation for his life as a gentleman farmer.
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    Quote Originally Posted by nonky
    And letia, this was only a one chapter story. I can't keep Lionel gabbing all night - he has to be up with the sun in preparation for his life as a gentleman farmer.
    Right who said anything about Lionel? I think Chloe could impart some wisdom on Lex or Lana or whoever or get some from Lionel as well. I love it when Lionel goes and mind fucks with people. Either way it was still a good scene.



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    Quote Originally Posted by letia84
    Right who said anything about Lionel? I think Chloe could impart some wisdom on Lex or Lana or whoever or get some from Lionel as well. I love it when Lionel goes and mind fucks with people. Either way it was still a good scene.
    Oh, but I love the dirty old fox. He's so . . . dirty. And kind of foxy. Sometimes I think his sexy little grin is better than Lex's. (Please don't kick me out of N-S, Julie!)

    Seriously, I can't write multi-chapter post-eps anymore. The continuity errors pile up even between one episode and the next. It's too frustrating.
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    Quote Originally Posted by nonky
    Oh, but I love the dirty old fox. He's so . . . dirty. And kind of foxy. Sometimes I think his sexy little grin is better than Lex's. (Please don't kick me out of N-S, Julie!)

    Seriously, I can't write multi-chapter post-eps anymore. The continuity errors pile up even between one episode and the next. It's too frustrating.
    *Looks for Julie* I have to agree I think the old man gots something about him. Its got to be the evil thing for me. Its sexy.



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